lymanalpha

Title: Art Deco Spock/Uhura
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG at most, for a clingy dress
Disclaimer: I like them very much, but they are not the hell my whales.
Notes: Created at the request of sesh_khem, as part of Prompt-a-Mod Day at st_respect. Referenced to photographs and to the paintings of Tamara de Lempicka.
Apologies: To my friendslist people, for subjecting them to a new post with this thing just about every time I made a new brushstroke. And to art historians, for potential artistic inaccuracies, because dammit Jim I'm an astronomer.
Eight Billion Thanks: To anodyna, for inestimable wisdom and invaluable artistic eyeballs. And brains (not BRAAAINS, just brains).

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( Here! )

Title: Stability Against Convection
Author: lymanalpha
Pairing: Spock/SpockPrime
Rating: Uh. PG for actual goings on, but R for possibly incest?
Warnings: Read the pairing! Nothing explicit, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Spock.
Summary: A sketch thing. Made it a while ago and was originally going to translate it to some physical medium or other but I very much suspect I won't get around to it, and I kind of like it as it is.

There's a story thing that goes with it. That will come later. Soon.

( Vulcans! )

Title: Fruit and Water
Author: lymanalpha
Pairing: Sarek/SpockPrime
Rating: R
Warnings: DID YOU READ THE PAIRING? Okay. Also: Sad Vulcans.
Disclaimer: I like them very much, but they are not the hell my whales.
Words: 893
Summary: For st_respect's Ship Wars, on behalf of Team Crackship. Prompt: hangover. Not sure where this came from, but I suppose I'm going to hell for it, yeah? Maybe I have a thing for Sad Vulcans.

( Only click if you're sure you want to read this. )

I'm at the telescopes this week, tucked in an observatory on an Arizona mountaintop.

I grew up in the Arizona desert. I grew up with clouds being objects of interest, rain a novelty, brown the default landscape, and I grew up hating it. But, dammit, it was mine. Now I live in Boston, where the rain smells only of wet dirt and pavement, and it's not right. Not home, not quite.

So I get why Spock's hanging around again. Maybe some things about the desert you just can't shake. It's not his desert, true, but it's something.

We walk to the telescopes at sunset, me and Spock. Mountain dust scuffs his Starfleet boots. But his stride is easy and he seems almost relaxed - better than either of us have been in weeks, because school's a damn pain, and being stuck in my head must be as well.

We're early, can't open the domes till the sun's gone clear behind the mountains, so we climb to the roof to watch it sink. Nothing like a desert sunset. Spock's holding something between his fingers with great care - it's a twig. A little branch with rounded duplex leaves, from one of the scrubby, tenacious shrubs lining the road, but it's my favorite of all the plants here.

I'm a little surprised he knows it, though. "I don't suppose you had creosote bushes on Vulcan?"

"We did not," he says.

Creosote is what makes my desert rain smell like, well, rain. It's a greenly resinous odor I'd know anywhere, branded so deep in my memory that I wake in Boston missing it. "Here," I tell him, and sprinkle a few drops of water on a leaf.

He brings it to his face with his curious delicacy and sniffs gently at it. I see the corner of his mouth shade almost into delight before he hides his face - maybe our deserts are more alike than I'd thought. "It has," he says "quite a pleasant aroma."

I leave Spock on the roof, with his pungent leaves and the emerging stars. Come nightfall I'll be lost in a world of spectra, stellar and galactic, and also buried in homework, because school doesn't quit being hell just because I'm cross-country. But the stars here are without compare, and the rain, if it falls, will smell of creosote. Spock's almost smiling, and that'll have to do.

( Just his head and he's wearing a shirt. )

An illustration for northatlantic's One of Many Pictures , in which there is a Men of the Enterprise calendar. Spock's month is "some sort of classical art pose with a laurel wreath on his head" and the image wouldn't leave mine, so here he is. The pose is Apollo Belvedere .

He's in, um, a lab. With a tall window/viewscreen. It is a wiggly window because straight lines and my paintbrush don't get along very well.

Sorry about the quality - I don't have a scanner.

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( NSFW for reasons of naked Spock )

Title: The Giant Post of Spock/Science
Character: SPOCK.
Warnings: Some nudity.
Summary: Spock/Graphs, Spock/Telescopes, Spock/Errorbars...

( Warnings: Some Nudity )