#yoass1000followerhypetrain

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS). Pairing:  Reader x Chekov. Prompt: This is for @youre-on-a-starship ‘s #YOASS1000followerhypetrain.  My prompts were intensify, double, and calculation. Word Count: 1191. Warnings: None, pure fluff. Rating: Teen+. Author’s Note: Congrats again on 1k, Alex!  I hope I’ve done these prompts justice!  The title comes from a George Cukor quote: “looking for love is tricky business, like whipping a carousel horse.”

Tricky Business You laugh as the adorable, curly-haired man next to you tries yet another tired, old pickup line on you, pushing another glass of your preferred cocktail across the bar towards you as he drinks his vodka neat.  He’d already won your heart with his good looks, cute accent, and general easy demeanor, but you were egging him on anyway, wondering just what kinds of ridiculous things he’d come up with to try to win your favor. “According to the calculation I have just performed,” he intoned loudly over the thumping bassline emanating from the overhead sound system in the club.  “If you double your alcohol intake, the intensity of your feelings for me should increase exponentially.” You shake your head, leaning in closer to him, feeling a stray curl tickle at your cheek as you put your lips close to his hear so you can be heard over the din. “I’d rather be sober enough to remember you, Pavel,” you murmur.

Intro: So this is my entry into the @youre-on-a-starship 1000 follower challenge!  Thanks for holding it and letting me participate!  

My words were BURN, FAIR, AND EPICALYX (I actually found a place for that word quite easily, even though it was the weirdest)

An epicalyx is the base of a flower bud.  I think.  I instantly thought Sulu.

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,478

Summary: No real summary.  Gala fun.  Slight description of a burn.  Fluff. 

-Enjoy!-

"I'm fine, Len, I promise." You hissed through your teeth as you held the com to your mouth. 

"Darlin', you get your ass down here, or so help me..." Leonard growled, and you could hear the threat in his voice. 

"Fine. FINE.  I'll be right there, and not because you are threatening me like a child, but because it damn hurts." You snapped the com shut and pressed it to your forehead in frustration. 

Striding down the hall to the medbay you could swear steam was coming out of your ears.  You got a few wayward, curious glances as you marched down the hall in a full length gown, your hair half done and your face set with anger as you cradled your arm to your chest. 

If you could have flung the door open, you would have, but you settled for angrily stomping through the automated doors into the medbay and straight up to Leonard who was talking to a nurse. 

His eyebrow raised when you sauntered up, the nurse taking one look at you in your fancy gown, hand on hip, fury in your eyes and ducked away. 

Leonard's eyes raked up and down your body and you tapped your heeled foot impatiently.  

"You look gorgeous." He smirked and you scowled deeper at him. 

"And you look like an asshole.  Why the hell are you still in your uniform?  We have to be down in the gala in 20 minutes." You snapped, crossing your arms unconsciously, accidentally putting pressure on the wound on your arm, which made you hiss and pull your arms away. 

Leonard's gaze turned instantly from one of lust to one of concern as he took your wrist in his.  He pulled you over to a biobed and whisked out the dermal regenerator, quickly beginning it's work on your skin, and you cursed yourself as you watched his legendary hands.  The way he moved the device with such smooth and precise movements that could only have been due to his immense amount of practice and some damn steady hands, made you feel things.  

Your mouth must have fallen open as you watched, because you felt Leonard's amused gaze on yours. 

"See somethin' you like?" He voice was low and his accent was thick, stirring the butterflies in your stomach. 

Though you tried to press your mouth into a tight line and glare at him as hard as you could, you couldn't help stop the grin that reached your lips at the cute little look on his face.  

"So what happened again?" He asked. 

You rolled your eyes, "I burned my arm with the hair straightener."

Fandom: Star Trek AoS Concept: 3 word prompt for @youre-on-a-starship ‘s 1,000 follower challenge. Words were Spring, Consumer, and Get. Warning: 1 swear word Word Count: 1387 Author’s Note: Love @youre-on-a-starship ‘s writing, check it out! Requests are open!

Thank you all so much for participating in my 1000 Follower Challenge.  I still can’t believe that there’s that many of you (and in the time since, so many more) following me.  I am speechless and humbled.

Please find all the entries below along with their authors. I hope you enjoy all this amazing work!

I’m listing these in order of sign up, as that’s how I have them in my spreadsheet.

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover by @trekken81

Tricky Business by @outside-the-government

Supplementary, Arm, and Ruin by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Dance with Me by @kaitymccoy123

Lost Shoes by @trek-wars-and-sushi

A Miner Issue by @pokeharvest

Who the Hell Hosts a Boxing Card on Vulcan? by @iwillbeyourtrashfriend

A Crack in the Looking Glass by @jmkfan

Thank you all once again for your love and support; you’ve made this whole endeavor so rewarding <3

Hey, @youre-on-a-starship! Here’s my submission for your 1000 follower party!

Word Count: 759 Author’s Note: My words were: SUPPLEMENTARY, ARM and RUIN. 

“We’re losing altitude, Captain,” you reported across the communication frequency. The shuttle had hit some sort of interference field entering the atmosphere of the uncharted planet, and the power was failing. Life support systems were just barely functional, and the fuel cells were reading as depleted. The communications system crackled in response. “And apparently we’re not getting through to you anymore either.” You sighed. With careful maneuvering, you managed to navigate the shuttle into a grassy expanse surrounded by trees. You looked back at the rest of the away team and sighed again.

“Now what?” One of the security team asked. “The whole point of this mission is moot without power.”

“I’ll have supplementary systems online within the hour,” you countered. “The mission parameters remain the same. Find and collect samples of the flora of this planet. Hendorff, stay with me. The rest of you will support the science team.”

Hendorff nodded and assisted the rest of the team in exiting the shuttle for their mission before returning to watch you work. “Let me know if you need me to do anything,” he offered.

“You bet, cupcake,” you smiled from under the console. You felt him give you a gentle punch in the arm. He wasn’t wild about the nickname, but Captain Kirk had used it, and it just stuck. What Hendorff tried to cover up was what a softy he really was. The nickname suited him, and you weren’t the only one who realized it.

After checking all the circuits under the flight and steering console, you moved to the fuel cells, and checked the connections. All the contacts and couplings were reporting clean without interference. You moved outside the ship and opened up the engine bay to look. You let out a strangled noise of frustration and then sighed, thumping your head against the side of the shuttle.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you mumbled, hitting your head with each curse. Hendorff’s head popped out from the shuttle.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Look at the engine,” you pointed. “Something leaked in there. Most of the wires are fried, and I don’t just mean overloaded, I mean some of them have melted. The engine is ruined.”

“Let me take a look,” he offered. You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to fix it?” You asked.

“I worked in the Iowa shipyard until I joined Starfleet, Y/N,” he explained. “I know a thing or two about these shuttles.” You stepped away in response and sat down on the step into the shuttle to watch. He poked around, grunting and mumbling to himself a little. He stood up and stepped past you into the shuttle, bringing out the toolkit, and returning to work. He continued working the entire time the science team was away, stopping only once to peel off his red tunic in the heat of the sun. His black undershirt shone with sweat.

One by one, the science team returned, laden with samples. One of them had so many, the security officer was also carrying them. You checked the time, and looked over at Hendorff, filthy, sweaty and looking smug.

“Do your engine check now,” he suggested, wiping his hands on a rag. You climbed into the shuttle and checked the relays and connections before initiating the power sequence. The shuttle hummed to life, and you sighed in relief.

“Everyone on and strap in. Let’s get back to the ship,” you called. You flipped the comm link open. “Lieutenant Y/L/N to Enterprise.”

“Enterprise to Y/L/N, report,” Uhura’s voice came back to you. You smiled in relief.

“We are readying for take-off and returning to the ship. All parties onboard. Please relay to Mr. Spock that there is abundant life on this planet, and many samples for assessment,” you replied as the shuttle lifted off the ground.

“Message relayed. Shuttle bay is readying for your return. Our estimate is fourteen minutes. Enterprise out.” Uhura responded. You looked over at Hendorff and smiled.

“I’ll be sure to notify the Captain how helpful you were, Hendorff,” you commented. He smirked.

“Thanks. You handled yourself well, Y/N,” he offered. “You never lost your cool.”

“I had faith we’d get out of here,” you shrugged, and then furrowed your brow in confusion. “Were you worried?”

“No, I usually sweat like a pig in cool afternoon weather. It’s my usual metabolic situation,” he retorted, the sarcasm oozing from his tone.

‘Who the hell host a boxing card in Vulcan, Alberta, in the middle of January?’ Bones thought to himself as he walked swiftly towards the enters way of the Enterprise Entertainment Center. The cold wind feeling like a consent slap in the face, making Bones mode even worst. Why he agreed to be the resident doctor for these event he will never know. It probably has something to do with his best friend Jim Kirk, who has a habit of dragging him into things he does not want to do. The Enterprise was beginning to feel like a second home, seeing as he spent every weekend here looking over fighter, snitching up cuts, and tending to wounds. Bones was not a fan of boxing, all the blood and sweat. He could never understand why people did this for fun, but he had many friends other than Jim who partake in the sport. Finally he was greeted by the welcoming warmth of the industrial size heating as he walked through the front doors of the Enterprise. Upon his entrance he was immediately greeted by an overtly cheery Chekov, a Russian announcer who enjoyed his job way too much. On the surface Chekov look like  someone who could pass for a high school kid, and he may look out of place among all the older athletes, but Bones know him better than that. He know the kid was wickedly smart, and had an engineering degree,he also knew the kid’s full time job was working on space crafts. “Morning Doctor!” Chekov boomed, with way too much enthusiasm for this time in the morning.  “Morning Chekov” Bones grunted back at him and continued to the back room where the medicadicals are being held. Chekov followed him into the room “have you checked the bouts for tonight?” Bones sighed ‘really more talking to people’ “yes, of course I did. I’m a doctor dammit not some magical unicorn dog, I need to know my patients.” Bones less than cheery mood did not deter Chekov, who kept smiling as he spoke “Okay, we can get started then!” Bones went to his medical bag to pull out all his necessary doctor things “alright let everyone in”. Chekov nodded and opened the door to the back room; a wave of noise filled the small room as fighters start to pour in.  It was a true mix of people from all types of race gather here on the Enterprise.  The first in line was Hikaru Sulu, a Japanese American man, and another old friend of Bones.  Bones was excited to see him fight; looking slightly smaller than most of his challengers he didn’t pose as an immediate threat, but Bones knew better he had seen Sulu fight before.  The guy was a badass, he stayed calm under pressure, acted quickly, and attacked with precision. “Morning Mr.Sulu how are the husband and kid?” Bones said in greeting extending his hand to Sulu.  Sulu took his and gave it a firm shake, and responded to Bone’s question “morning doctor, they are very good thank you for asking.” Bones drop his hand and gestured for Sulu to sit so they could begin the medical.  The medical proceeded as normal, Bones checked his breathing, blood pressure and grip strength. Small friendly conversation passed between the two of them until the medical was over and Bones had to move on to the next person.  The medicals passed by quickly fighter by fighter passing through until the small room with empty once again, and Bones was royally pissed off medicals ended in 20 minutes and one fighter had yet to show up.  Bones stepped out of the room and looked for Chekov, he spotted him standing next to a taller man with jet black hair and noticeably pointed ears.  “Spock, Chekov where the hell is Jim?” Spock was another old friend of Bones and a regular judge in the local boxing scene. Spock was a favor for judging because he seemed to posses the ability to see only the logic is any giving scenario, including a fight.  Spock and Chekov turned their attention to Bones, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a scowl on his face trying to convey how pissed off he was.  Spock looked at him calmly,  the guy seemed void of all emotions, like they were some boring task not worth his attention.  After what felt like forever Spock finally spoke “he is in the dressing room, skipping last I saw.”  Bones was slowly getting more pissed; his voice was tight when he spoke “he is here! How long has he been here?” It was Chekov who spoke next, Spock just look at Bones like he could not understand why Bones was so  upset.  “He has been here all morning Sir.” Now Bones was full out ragging, he didn’t even try to keep the anger out of his voice “You’re tell me he has been here this whole time and hasn’t come for the medical yet!” Chekov just gave a nervous nodded of approval “unbelievably!” Bones shouted throwing his hands in the air in defeat “everyone else has done their medical over an hour ago, I have been waiting for him for half an hour!” Chekov looked like he was at a loss of what to say next.  Spock spoke up, breaking Bones out of his huff of annoyances “Prohibits you should go talk to him;  inform him that he has almost missed the allotted time for medicals if he still wishes to compete in tonight's event?” Bones could not help but responded to that with sarcasm he knew would go right over Spock’s head.  “Wow! Thank you Spock, the idea of dragging that son of bitch out here and making him take his medical so I can finally go home and rest before tonight actives never occurred to me.” Bones stopped off before either of the two could say anything.  With quick feet Bones made his way down the hall.  He could hear the sound of a skipping rope stringing the closer he got to the changing room, and it just added to his annoyance ten-fold.   Once he rounded the corner and enter the dressing room, the sight that greeted confirmed Spock’s theory. There was James T. Kirk skipping at a furious pass; beads of sweat dripped from his face contributing to the idea that he had been at it for some time now.  Bones master all the energy he had left and yelled “Jim! You son of a bitch!” The rope finally stilled its movements and Jim turned to look at him, a big smell broke across his face as he saw the source of the angry insulte.  “Bones!” Jim yelled back in a much happier tone as he dropped the rope by his side and went to embrace his old friend.  Bones sidestepped the oncoming huge and turned so he could  grab Jim by the scruff of his yellow workout shirt, and proceed to drag him out of the dressing room. “ Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?” Bones hesed in his ear, not unlike a parent scolding their child for coming home late from school.  Jim just chuckled and tried to keep up with Bones determined pass.  “I had to warm up” Jim said trying to defend himself against Bones grumpy mood.  It did not work, once they entered the back room Bones all but through Jim into the chair and turned his back to retrieve his medical tools.  Spock enter the room to see Jim sitting in the chair looking like a scolded puppy, and Spock forever feeling the need to state the obvious looked at Bones and said “you found him.” Bones turned to look at Spock, right now feeling too tired to be annoyed , respond “yes Spock I did find him.” and made his way towards Jim.  Spock stayed where he was and asked “was he where I said he would be?” Bones sighed, this morning was starting to feel like a whole day in itself; he looked at Spock and spoke in an exhausted voice “yes Spock he was” Spock just nodded and said “I was about 99.9% sure my guess was accurate.” Bones looked back at Spock totally at a loss of what to say when Jim finally spoke up “If you two are done now I would like to get this start, I mean I have been here all morning.”  Bones scowled at Jim, gripped his arm roughly and tightened the blood pressure cuff around his arm.  Jotting down the blood pressure, Bones decided the slices was getting on nerves even more than the talking was “so did you hear who you are fighting?”  Jim looked up at him and smiled, he knew Bones could not stay mad at him for too long, and answered “no, I have no idea doesn’t really matter in the end, I’m going to win.” Jim always radiated confidence when it came to his boxing. It was in his blood after all, his dad had been a very talented amatrue boxer in his time.  Spock choice that moment to speak up “I know who you are fighting, and may I say your odds of victory given, the skill level and strength of you and your opponent, are around 42%.” throwing out that piece of less than pleasant knowledge like he was commenting on the weather. Jim recoiled like he had just been slapped in the face.  Bones could not help but chuckle at his reaction before responding “So who is this great competitor that has such amazing odds against are good friend Jim?”  Spock paused for a seconded before producing the name “Hendorff”. Jim smirked, “really Hendorff? That’s who? I can take that guy no problem.”  Bones smirked as well, and turned his attention  to Jim “Is that so? Care to make a bet?” Jim’s smirk turned into a full on smile, and he replied “absolutely! How about if I win you owe me a drink tonight after the fight, and if you win I will buy you a drink after the fights?” Bones paused for a second to ponder the wager. Jim felt the need to egg him on “come on Bones, you're scared you’re going to lose, and be in my debt? It’s just a drink nothing illegal or too exciting.” Bones could not resisted the challenge anymore “Fine, it’s a deal” and extended a hand for Jim to shake. Jim took his hand with a shit eating grin on his face “good I love grumpy company when I drink.”                          Fast forward to the evening and the Enterprise was once again buzzing with energy.  It was packed with fighters and spectators alike, moving around finding where they should all be.  The fighters made their way to the dressing rooms, and the spectators took their sets.  Bones could hear the sound of ropes smacking the floor and gloves hitting mitts from his stop next to Spock at the judge's table.  The fights were scheduled to start in half an hour; Sulu would be the first fight followed by people Bones didn’t know then Jim was the co-main event ending with the main event of Uhura versues Jaylah. Bones was slowly getting bored the day had dragged on for what felt like the longest time. Soon Bones was startled out of boredom when Chekov’s voice exploded through the speakers “attention everyone! Can I get the first fighters to ringside please.”  Bones sat up straight and slid into doctor mode, alert and ready if anything did happen to go wrong.   Sulu was in the red corner he walked up to the bottom of the stairs and waited for the announcer (Chekov) to call him into the ring. Bones watched as the referee walked into the ring.  Another familiar face, Scotty an engineer by day and boxing refe at night with a thick Scottish accent.  Once Scotty was in the ring Chekov graded the hanging mick and spoke.  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to fight night at the Enterprise Entertainment Center! Let's get started with our first fight of the evening! Fighting out of Starfleet boxing gym in the red corner Hikaru Sulu!” the crowd erupted into cheers. When the crowd settled down Chekov’s voice rang through the mick, announcing the his challenger, and the blue corner fighting out of Vengeance Boxing Gym Alexander Marcus. The crowd still cheered, though with less enthusiasm as the aging fight stepped into the ring.  Scotty had both fighters walk to where he stood in the middle of the ring and spoke, Bones was close enough to the ring to hear what he said. Scotty, in his strong scottish accent, addressed the fighter “alright lads I want a clean fight, no hitting below the delt, defend yourself at all time, and follow my instructions. Understand?” when both fighter nodded their understanding he carried on “alright  touch gloves”, the two fights touched their gloves together and walked back to their corners. The bell rang signalling the start of the fight.  Bones watch as Sulu made quick work of Alexander.  Slipping his jab and coming up with a quick jab, cross, hook combination.  Slamming the hook into the side of Alexander’s temple, shattering his equilibrium, causing him to stumble back.  When he was on the backs of his heels Sulu delivered an effective cross to the dead center of Alexander’s face sending him falling straight on his back. The crowed was on their feet cheering for Sulu’s victory. Sulu waiting in the white corner as Scotty did the count; Alexander tried to stand but he stumble again, as Scotty reached ten he waved his hands bring an end to the fight.  The crowd made their approval known in loud hoots and hollers. Finally Alexander was able to rise to his feet and make his way to the center of the ring.  Scotty, who had taken his spot in between the two fighters, took Sulu’s arm in one hand than did the same to Alexander and spoke  with a smile on his face “the winner by way of knockout in the red corner  Hikaru Sulu!” and raised Sulu’s arm above his head.  Bones clapped for his friend and he was happy to see Alexander get knocked on his ass: he was kinda a dick most of the time.   The fights continued on one after the other.  Exciting for the fans, but uneventful for Bones for there had been no blows to horrific that they needed medical attention.  Then Chekov’s voice once again came  through the speakers and fooled the Enterprise with his Russian accent, “Now I would like to welcome to the ring the co-main event of the night!” In the red conner fighting out of Starfleet Boxing Gym Jim Kirk.” The crowd went wild for Jim he was clearly the home favorit.  Once the crowd calmed down Chekov announced the other fighter, “and in the blue corner fighting out of  Vengeance Boxing Gym Hendorff.”   The crowed was less pumped for Hendorff, but he still got some cheers.  Jim and Hendorff walked to the middle of the ring where Scotty gave them the lowdown just like he did with the other fighters.  Than they walked back to their corners’.  In Jim’s corner was his long time coach Christopher Pike, who gave Jim a few last words of encouragement, which to Bones sounded almost like “don’t mess this up!”  The bell sounded loudly starting the fight, Jim came out with a quick strong jab catching Hendorff by surprise and hitting him square in the face.  Jim thinking he had the upper hand, dove back in with another jab, but Hendorff saw it coming and slipped under it and throw a bomb of  a body to the side of Jim’s rib cage siding him wilding back.  Hendorff continued his assault with a straight right, landing it right on Jim’s eye socket.  Jim’s head snapped back painfully but he came back trying to throw his own combination, but there was now a cut above his right eye slowing oozing blood over his eye impairing his vision, so his punches did not land with any accrossy.  Finally the bell rung and the first round was over.  Bones jumped in the ring to take a look at Jim’s eye, he crouched in front of Jim who was sitting on the small stool.  He looked over Jim, who was breathing heavy and looking exhausted, but he still smiled at Bones and asked “I am I still pretty doc?” Bones took to wiping the blood away from the cut “said don’t be a drama queen you’re just bleeding pretty bad, I should stop the fight.” that whipped the smile off of Jim’s face “no you can’t do that! I’m fine”  “calm down Jim” said Pike who was standing beside Jim, Jim looked up at him and said “no I won't let him stop this fight” Bones crossed his arms over his chest as a show of authority “you don’t get a say I will put something on it to try and stop the bleeding, but if it opens up again I’m ending this fight” Jim looked up at Pike clearly leaving the decision up to him. Pike nodded “that seems far he said, but Jim you got to move your head this is your last warning or I’m stopping this fight you can’t take another blow like that again understand?” Jim stood up getting ready to fight again and said “yes couch” then turned his attention to Bones “I swear to God you are going to owe me that drink”  Bones just laugh and got out of the ring “we will see about it” he called back at Jim as the bell for the second round.  Jim moved toward Hendorff, not as aggressively as before but he was not backing down. They side stepped around each other before Hendorff got impaction and charged at Jim, who saw this coming and took a big step back and throw a left hook at the same time.  Slamming into the side of Hendorff head  causing  him to fall over on his side with a loud thud onto the canvas. There was a dead silence in the Enterprise will Scotty counted to ten, everyone waiting to see if Hendorff would get to his feet but his body just stayed on the ground like dead weight. Finally Scotty reached ten and Hendorff had still not moved so Scotty grabe Jim’s hand and raised it over his head will Chekov’s voice came over the mike “The winning in the red corner by way of knockout Jim Kirk!”  The crowed cheered loudly and Bones clapped for his friend but all he could think was ‘damit I owe him a drink now’. The main event between Uhura and Jaylah was as fight for the ages.  Those two fought tooth and nail, both to stubborn and well trained to give in. They exchanged blows for three rounds dogging each other’s punches and taking each other's blows.  It was one of the best fights Bones had seen all night it was a battle to the very end, and the crowed loved it.  When the fight came to an end and it was time to announce the winner . It was Uhura’s arm Scotty lifted into the air, she had won by split decision. Post fights all the excitement over Bones was once again outside the Enterprise standing in the cold waiting for Jim.  He came out to meet Bones face no longer covered in blood just a large bandage over his right eye.  Bones looked Jim’s over and said “I can’t believe I have to be seen in public with you and that stupid thing on your face” Jim just laughed and said in a joking tone “is that anyway to talk to someone who could kick your ass? Now you will show me some respect.”  Bones scoffed and replied sarcastically “whatever you say captain” Jim wrapped a arm around Bones shoulder and pulled him close “come on Bones you know you love me” Jim said batting his eyelashes in a mock attempted to look cute.  Bones removed Jim’s arm from his shoulder and said in a grumpy tone “sure I do now can we please get out of here before I freeze to death?” Jim just looked him dead in they eye and said “Now who is being a drama queen?”                                                                          

Prompt: Writing challenge by @youre-on-a-starship.  My words were: Quest, Terms, and Cabinet.

Word Count: 1,183

A/N: This was an interesting challenge.  The story came from a dream.  Thanks brain.  My twin helped me with the word cabinet so the credit goes to her.  It’s funny, I don’t even ship Chulu. (because I ship myself with Chekov but that’s besides the point) I added my own art for this too. Enjoy!

It was a nice, somewhat breezy afternoon at Starfleet Academy.  Many students, when not in classes, were outside taking in the glorious weather.  Cadets Sulu was on his way to his small fencing club he hosts.  His friend, Chekov, decided to follow him there, having news for Sulu.

I’m humbled. Gobsmacked. When I started this blog, I didn’t think I’d get 50 followers, 50 people who enjoy my work enough to stick around and read more. But here you all are, 1000 of you.

Being a writer is hard, particularly when you’re trying to make it your career. Having the support, feedback, and reassurance of so many people looking at your work is priceless.

I appreciate every single one of you. You are important to me. I love you so much!

Of course, it wouldn’t be a milestone like this without a celebration. So we’re going to celebrate.

This time around, we’re doing 2 things.

1) I’m doing drabbles. Send me a one liner or an image (it doesn’t have to be from ST, it can be, like, a park bench or something) and a character and I will write a 100-200 word drabble for you. I’ll be taking my time with these; I won’t be marathoning them like I do with headcanons. I will only be accepting 30 of these, so get your requests in ASAP.

2) I’m going to be holding a challenge for you to participate in! Since I’m a sucker for words, we’re going to be doing a word-based challenge. Send me an ask expressing interest and I will randomly generate three words. You must incorporate all three words into your piece. I’ll be making a masterlist of these when they’re all done.

You can choose any character or pairing, and you can use any format you like be it traditional fanfic, reader insert, poetry... anything. I am also opening this to fanart because I love fanart but I suck at drawing. So if you draw but don’t write, feel free to get in on this.

I’ve got a short handful of rules:

- You must tag me @youre-on-a-starship​ and within the first 5 tags use the hashtag #yoass1000followerhypetrain (Thanks to @stargirlhorse for pointing out that the acronym for my blog is, in fact, yoass.) Sometimes tagging the username doesn’t work and I don’t want to miss any submissions.

- You have until April Fool’s Day - Saturday, April 1, 2017 - to get your submission in. I’m giving you two whole months to get ‘er done! I will be making a library of submissions after this deadline.

- There is no minimum or maximum word count. If you want to write me a drabble, bomb. If you want to write me a novel, cool!

- You absolutely have to send me an ask to express interest. I am tracking participants this way and anyway, you can’t get your prompt otherwise, so.

- I will not be accepting Anon requests for this challenge (although you may request one of the drabbles mentioned above on Anon). You have to sign up with your username so that I can keep better track of people and their progress.

Thank you all so much once again for your love and support. You’ve given me hope that I might one day be able to achieve my dreams. I love each and every one of you and I can’t wait to see your submissions.