It was a Cupcake weekend
Sep. 21st, 2009 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lymanalphaI bait this trap carefully. Everything is laid out to perfection, just so: cake, frosting, sprinkles. Paints, brushes, water.
He appears in my head, in my apartment, and says "OH HELL NO." Turns and glares at me, all height and bulk and in-your-face pissed-off-ness. "No. He -" and he stabs a finger vaguely bridgewards - "he promised. No cake. None. I will airlock that little-"
"Dude," I say, "that's my lunch. Mine." He's still glaring. It makes him look constipated. "Glaring makes you look - "
"Shut up." But he relaxes a little, enough to strip and pose with the strategically-placed phaser. There's a tattoo on his shoulder, old school sailor-style, but simple. An anchor, and the letters NCC-1701. He's quieter now. "This is my ship," he says. "You think I'm just here to frog-march stowaways and die on away missions. But this is my ship, this is my crew, Kirk is my goddamn captain and I'll die for him if he needs me to, cake or no."
I paint. We're happy. But the air has the scent, ever so slight, of frosting and sprinkles and I can tell it's getting to him. He's no Vulcan; he fidgets. He casts sidelong glances. And finally, FINALLY, when he thinks I'm not looking, he reaches out a nonchalant hand and swipes a finger at my so-called lunch.
Hah! You're in my head, dude. I'm always looking. And there he is, caught: Cupcake and the cupcake, licking pink frosting off his finger with an expression close to bliss. Gotcha.
Preview:
(With thanks to certain of my friends for the loan of their shoulderblades. You know who you are.)
He appears in my head, in my apartment, and says "OH HELL NO." Turns and glares at me, all height and bulk and in-your-face pissed-off-ness. "No. He -" and he stabs a finger vaguely bridgewards - "he promised. No cake. None. I will airlock that little-"
"Dude," I say, "that's my lunch. Mine." He's still glaring. It makes him look constipated. "Glaring makes you look - "
"Shut up." But he relaxes a little, enough to strip and pose with the strategically-placed phaser. There's a tattoo on his shoulder, old school sailor-style, but simple. An anchor, and the letters NCC-1701. He's quieter now. "This is my ship," he says. "You think I'm just here to frog-march stowaways and die on away missions. But this is my ship, this is my crew, Kirk is my goddamn captain and I'll die for him if he needs me to, cake or no."
I paint. We're happy. But the air has the scent, ever so slight, of frosting and sprinkles and I can tell it's getting to him. He's no Vulcan; he fidgets. He casts sidelong glances. And finally, FINALLY, when he thinks I'm not looking, he reaches out a nonchalant hand and swipes a finger at my so-called lunch.
Hah! You're in my head, dude. I'm always looking. And there he is, caught: Cupcake and the cupcake, licking pink frosting off his finger with an expression close to bliss. Gotcha.
Preview:
(With thanks to certain of my friends for the loan of their shoulderblades. You know who you are.)
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Date: 2009-09-21 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-09-21 04:50 pm (UTC)Ah well, I suppose I'm asking the wrong person for that.
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Date: 2009-09-21 10:49 pm (UTC)Admittedly, though, I do miss the girls and may start painting them at some point. No promises.
Thanks for the shoulderblade. Even if you die of grad school, your shoulder will remain for posterity!
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Date: 2009-09-21 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-22 08:30 pm (UTC)Evil-mirror-Gaila could be fun, if you're feeling nefarious.
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Date: 2009-09-22 10:04 pm (UTC)...
...well, you could be Uhura and I could be Gaila...
*wink*
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Date: 2009-09-22 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-23 12:03 am (UTC)(Hey, Uhura would wear them.)
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Date: 2009-09-23 12:06 am (UTC)And I'd need a wig. Then we'll be set.
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Date: 2009-09-22 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-09-21 05:01 pm (UTC)He's not even my type and he looks so hot!
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Date: 2009-09-21 11:13 pm (UTC)He's totally not my type either, but I've developed an embarrassing soft spot for him since making these. It's hard to paint somebody's bare butt and feel nothing!
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Date: 2009-09-22 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-22 12:51 am (UTC)And that last one... I can't stop staring at it.
Gorgeous, amazing work.
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Date: 2009-09-22 08:37 pm (UTC)Love the icon, by the way.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:54 am (UTC)WTF?!?