So how can these legendary hands help you?
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“Lieutenant, are you currently engaged in an activity that you do not wish to postpone?” He’s looking for someone who won’t mind attending a conference like gathering for scientists- though he can go alone, he finds company more stimulating.
Spock has server under many Captains during his tenure in Starfleet. He will claim that it’s illogical to have favorites. That being said, he does have fondness for both Captain Pike and Captain Kirk. It’s not one he’ll ever admit (not that he talks much about his past) but it does exist.
About Spock
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GENERAL » NAME: S’chn T’gai Spock » AGE: 35 » BIRTHDAY: January 6, 2230 » SPECIES: Human-Vulcan Hybrid » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Demisexual » PROFESSION: Commander & Chief Science Officer of the USS Enterprise
PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Black » EYES: Brown » SKIN: Green » HEIGHT: 6′2 » WEIGHT: 254 lbs
FAMILY » SIBLINGS: Sybok (Half-brother), Michael Burnham (adopted sister) » PARENTS: S’chn T’gai Sarek, Amanda Grayson » GRANDPARENTS: Skon & his wife, Amanda’s parents » OTHER RELATIVES: Selek (uncle), T’Pel, Sasak, Solkar (great-grandfather) » ANY PETS?: A seh-lat
SKILLS » PHYSICAL PROWESS: Proficient in Vulcan martial arts, two times stronger then the average human » ABILITIES: Exceptional in mathematics, computer science, and other sciences » HOBBIES: Coding, meditating, additional research
TRAITS —— POSITIVE ——
- Brilliant
- Hardworking
- Loyal
——- NEGATIVE ——-
- Stoic
- Phlegmatic
LIKES » COLORS: Yellow, red, blue » SMELLS: Sand » FOOD: Fish, plomeek » DRINKS: Vulcan tea » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Dark chocolate
OTHER DETAILS » SMOKES?: No » DRUGS?: No » DRIVER LICENSE?: Yes » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: No.
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🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫For Spock? O:)
“While I appreciate your enthusiasm for the holiday, crewman,” Spock said as he accepted the chocolate, “I’m afraid Vulcan biology does not agree with chocolate.” It is preferable to actually being kissed though.
Ignored all my other wips cause got really inspired by the 2018 Met Gala… and rather than drawing a metsona, I drew Triumvirate ver—
I don’t say this enough but in this house we love and cherish Leonard “Bones” McCoy
That battle had been . . . rough. Armed with only the phaser he’d had on him when his shuttle fell through the wormhole, it just wasn’t enough to keep those things at bay. It was sheer luck that he’d come out the other side relatively unscathed.
All things considered, he was far better off than half the universe’s population. They’d disintegrated instantaneously all across the world, so it seemed. He wondered how far this atrocity reached. How were the Guardians that had gone to Knowhere? God, how was his crew? He hoped and prayed to whatever powers that be that the Enterprise was out of reach —
And that’s when he saw him. “Spock?” He peeked out from behind the god of thunder, gaping and stunned. “You’re okay — how are you here?”
When Spock heard his name, he looked up from his tablet and expected to see Mr. Stark or Colonel Rhodes, but instead it was a stranger. A stranger who had addressed him familiarly.
“I am Spock,” Spock confirmed, “however you have the advantage. I do not know who you are.” The man had arrived on the battlefield with Thor, which led Spock to believe he was one of the Guardians of the Galaxy. “I travel wherever Mr. Stark and Colonel Rhodes require of me.” Not technically part of the Avengers but certainly intertwined. “In this particular case, there was a Quinjet involved.” He supposed he was lucky to have survived the culling, but he didn’t yet know of the status of his mother, father, brother, or sister- and the Avengers themselves had sustained heavy casualties, never mind the destruction Wakanda had suffered.
I Can’t Cook - Jim & Spock
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If the smoke billowing from the stovetop wasn’t enough of a clue that he’d blown it, the horrendous waiting of the smoke detector. Jim slammed his hand down on the kitchen counter, shutting off the alarm and then reached for the pot’s handle. It was scalding hot, and he did the only thing he could and dropped it. Luckily he still had his pants on when the alarm went off, or he would’ve been splattered with the blackened mess that was supposed to be vegetarian curry.
By the time Spock arrived for his ‘home-cooked’ meal, Jim managed to get the floor and cabinets clean. His jeans were in the laundry, and with the patio window open, it almost didn’t smell like failure. If he was on a planet, instead of Yorktown, he was sure the air would be great. “Yeah, it’s just curry….that’s all…not fire…”
He stood in front of his small refrigerator unit with the door open. Half the tofu he’d bought to put in the curry was there. So was a package of American cheese slices and a loaf of bread. “Computer, call Commander Spock,” he spoke into the air. “Hey Spock, can Vulcans eat grilled cheese sandwiches?”
While they were on Yorktown, waiting for the Enterprise to be rebuilt, Spock had taken it upon himself to keep busy. It was strange to think that only a few months ago he had been considering leaving his Captain’s side for New Vulcan- now such a thing seemed intolerable. The Captain and him had shared a bathroom on the Enterprise and here in Yorktown, they cohabitated. It was nothing like the other times he’d endured cohabitation with a human, Jim had always been singular though.
As of right now, he was working in one of the many scientific labs on Yorktown and wrapping up today’s work- Jim had wanted him home for dinner and Spock would not keep him waiting. Just as he was out the door, his personal communicator rang and he answered it, listening to Jim’s question as he walked.
“Yes, Captain,” if Spock was more free with his emotions, he might say he was amused by his Captain’s question, “Vulcans can eat grilled cheese sandwiches. I shall be home soon, is there anything I should acquire before I arrive?”
Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimuli.
A Discord Server for TOS RPers:
It was long overdue. So it was only logical that I create it. This link is set to not expire, but if it gives you trouble, please message me.
The battle is over, Spock does not need to be a mere mile from the front lines to know that. Even where he was, it was hard to miss- people going up in smoke. Thanos must have won. Thankfully, him and the Lady Shuri were safe, though Shuri’s older brother, King T’Challa, was apparently not. Since Thanos’ army had just disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, he and Shuri had headed down to the battlefield to see what, and who, was left. If only any of his drones had survived the battle...
Col. Rhodes was alive, and with him was Natasha and Bruce. Sam, Bucky, T’Challa...so many just vanished into the dust. And Tony was still missing. He was running diagnostics on the Hulkbuster armor when he met Rocket and knew Thor was back- and with them, a stranger in a unique gold uniform.
- How did you two get along without me? - Oh, we managed.
Star Trek Squad » James T. Kirk
Better to die saving lives than to live with taking them. That’s what I was born into.

