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Happy Blog Birthday 🎉

It’s been a year. In celebration I thought I’d put on a little buffet of my favourite pieces.

I thought my first year had been and gone but I had a notification from Tumblr today. I should probably get more fresh air. It’s been a lot of hard work and learning curves. The Voyager episode ‘Basics’ paint was one of my first digital pieces and I’m constantly trying to improve my technique.

The top Janeway, is my newest and I haven’t quite finished with it yet but it seems fitting to post it now. I kinda blasted on a colour scheme and it still deserves some tinkering.

Most of these pieces are available at my Etsy shop:
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/CrisisenvyArt

Me: *Searches sickfics of new fandom I’ve been yanked into*
Me: Do I want to do this to myself. Do I really want to do this to myself again? Do I really want to ruin a perfectly good show with unnecessary whump and fluff?

Me: ……..

Me: ……..

Me: Yes, I do. *Presses on the first fic and watches myself spiral into Hell once again.*

June 27: K/S Secret

#104 from this list for @superplyushka

K/S: “I’m tired of being your secret.” AOS-verse. ~1800 words.

This will be on AO3 eventually probably but not tonight because I’m lazy.

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For the first few days, it’s easy to keep himself in check, until Jim realizes that discretion on Vulcan is not like discretion on the Enterprise. He knows discretion. He understands holding back because he does it all the time. When they’re on a mission, he’s the Captain and Spock is his First. They keep separate quarters. They behave professionally, no matter where they are. Even during chess games in the rec room, when all he wants is to reach out for Spock’s fingers, just to see what sound he’ll make—he’s professional. 

But then they get back to San Francisco, back to their apartment, and they ditch their uniforms, and their ranks, and their jobs, until they’re just Jim and Spock again. Knowing he has California waiting for him is what makes missions bearable, sometimes.

And knowing he’ll be returning to his ship before long is what makes being on Earth bearable, so overall, he’s struck a good balance.

On New Vulcan, everything is different. They’re here on official business, and even though they aren’t actually on duty every second of the day, the line between work hours and off hours isn’t quite so clearly drawn. He represents the Fleet even in his civilian clothes. Plus, he’s a flagship Captain, and Spock’s possibly the most famous Vulcan in the Federation, so eyes are almost always on them. And two of those eyes belong to Spock’s father, which adds another layer of awkward sheen to the whole thing.

It’s the worst of both worlds: all of the discomfort of being planetside, without the sanity-sustaining presence of Spock there next to him when he goes to sleep at night.

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