Heehoo Methylene Blue

Unused version of one of many WIPs I keep in my basement~

Raising a prize of exactly 47 imaginary cents to whoever guesses the fic it's for.

Also, halfheartedly asking if anyone has a vulcan to vulcan calligraphy translator,

At this point, it's a 50/50 chance whether I'll give up and use the one that generates symbols corresponding to the english alphabet-

FanArt for this lovely fic by @rizuno

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63660802

This started out as a silly little sketch of Jim's dress(Really should have known by now that none of my little sketches stay sketches) but!

As it turns out, I am hilariously ✨️ weak ✨️ to descriptions of formal gowns so

Behold~!! The fruits of my lacking self control.

TOS ver. (Yes, tos spirk standing closer together is on purpose)

The sketch that started it all:

And of course, the TOS ver b/c I kind of read the fic as TOS at first before 'blue eyes' gently bitch-slapped me into scrolling back up to check the tags.

Here is Princess dress! kirk

Sailor Vulcan Spock: AOS and TOS.

Also AOS Bones (Dress tangentially related to Michiru) and Uhura (Completely free of Sailor Moon references actually[Jim's references Dark Lady!Chibiusa, Spock's is Queen Serenity])

Uhura unobstructed by Bones

[Character initiates flirty greeting at Eli in a setting where they r supposed to b professional]

There was the slightest hint of tension in his shoulders, but Eli did not cross his arms like Thrawn knew he wanted to. Instead, he retracted his hand with a smooth motion and raised one, wry eyebrow.

"Charmed."

His voice was steady, if somewhat exasperated, appearing entirely unaffected to the landing party's eyes. To human eyes.

Thrawn was not a human.

Perhaps there was no noticeable change to the hue of his face, but the highs of Eli's cheekbones and the tips of his ears were suffused with an almost delicate glow.

An odd feeling clawed at the soft flesh behind Thrawn's sternum.

Curious.

Such a reaction was normally something he appreciated.

In which Eli dodges the advances of an amorous political heavyweight and Thrawn lies to himself.

A.k.a the fic I am not writing lmao

FanArt for this lovely fic by @labelma:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75002646

Fell in love with their medic chiss oc Ilreah, thus this high effort shitpost was born~

This is basically what if Ilreah took a look at Thrawn's report immediately after he gave it to her.

Close ups:

Thrawn

And Bonus Ar'alani~

If the colouring is off, it is because I don't know what to do with more than 2 colours~

I watched 30 tutorials and retained exactly ✨nothing✨.

This holiday, I present to you: Yet another accursed✨WIP✨.

Yes, that is indeed the chiss ascendancy symbol hidden under the galactic empire logo.

And the cityscape. Please, I spent the better part of 2 hours on it before realising most of it would go unappreciated.

Coruscant by itself, complete with missing lights where thranto's big heads blocked the view~~

Close up

"Aftermath"

WIP that has been rotting in my hoard of unfinished works.

FanArt for this lovely fic that sunk it's claws deep into my mind and assisted me in fucking up my sleep schedule:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38405812?view_full_work=true

ft. Eli, an innocuous glass of wine, and the murder of a certain Mitth Patriarch.

WIP related to another WIP that I have not touched in several centuries oops.