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The K/S Art Project | Princess of Swords, 2010
I admit I do not know how the Spoktober works, but I will also try to contribute to the overall movement.
Although I'm actually pretty tired today. I discovered a new simpler and probably correct way to draw Spock's bangs
Perhaps this is not the most harmonious choice of colors, but the idea began to come to me to draw Spock in an unusual environment, given how many different places they visit
This art was created in a very funny way. My friend, whom I successfully hooked on Star Trek, was saying out loud some dramatic tense scene while I was literally sketching it all. When she saw that I had brought it to life, she wanted to supplement it with a beautiful passage. I hope you like it no less than me.
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- You don't see!? He needs help! The captain shouted, trying in vain to escape, - Kirk was held by two men, diligently wringing his hands. Dumbfounded, McCoy only held his hand with horror over a fresh wound on his arm, from which blood was oozing profusely.
He quickly shifted his gaze from the attackers' phasers to the first mate. However, neither a way to get the first aid kit back, nor the thought of how not to run into a couple of shots, did not arise. The doctor's head was spinning, the sleeve of the torn turtleneck was soaked with blood. Mentally calculating the remaining time for himself and for Spock, whose unconscious body lay just a few steps away, he cursed inwardly.
One of the men holding Kirk pressed down on the scratches on his back, forcing the captain to clench his teeth harder and get down on one knee. He looked with hatred at the man leading the group, stealing glances at the medic present.
- What kind of creatures are you! Do you have at least a drop of humanity in you!? The captain, who was being pressed into the sand, continued to rage.
McCoy took a deep breath, glanced briefly at the mockingly green sky. Time was running out.
- Fuck, let me, your mother, bandage him! Bones pleaded. – I'm a damn doctor! He will die if you don't…
One of the men standing next to the doctor hit him in the stomach with his elbow, causing the doctor to bend in half.
- I'm a doctor! All I need is a bandage and time! Give me a damn bandage! -The doctor croaked, staring intently at the man holding his first aid kit. A few more minutes and he won't be able to bandage anyone at all, because he's unlikely to be in a more acceptable condition there than Spock is now.
A cold voice sounded above his head: "Give him a bandage." The man McCoy was glaring at took out a first aid kit and threw a couple of skeins to the ground, making their use potentially dangerous. Kirk froze, watching as his friend rushed forward amid the guffaws of the attackers. The captain could not tear himself away from the doctor's convulsive movements, from his trembling hands and the despair splashing in his eyes.
"It won't be enough," Bones whispered, barely audible, unwinding the bandages with jerky movements and, as if in some kind of madness, trying to stop Spock's green blood. Still hot, pouring from open wounds, the blood of the first mate of the Enterprise.
- Give him more! James rebelled again, causing a new wave of laughter.
The doctor now and then measured the pulse of the unfortunate, put his cheek to at least feel the weak breathing on the skin. He hated moments like this. When the seconds count, when someone's life hangs in the balance, McCoy's heart bled.
Supporting the unconscious Vulcan's back, McCoy froze for a moment, leaning his back against a boulder behind him. His head was spinning, goosebumps were running before his eyes, as if the disgusting guffaw and Kirk's scream could be heard through the water.
"Son of a bitch! Damn son of a bitch! Don't leave me... damn it! DON'T LEAVE IT! " - Bones scolded himself out of impotence, putting a new layer on top of the previous one. There were not enough bandages. His clothes were stained with blood, and the doctor's right hand was almost unresponsive.
Panic was rising in his throat., Spock's body seemed too cold, too pale. During the whole time he did not make a sound, only once he slightly lifted his eyelids. McCoy inadvertently looked into the Vulcan's pain-filled eyes, and a desperate plea flashed through Bones's mind: "... please."
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There is an open ending here and everyone can quite imagine the ending they want. It all depends on how much you like to hurt yourself and others. Personally, I intend to write my own ending, which I will certainly post soon.
Spock is participating in McCoy's experiment, whether he wants to or not
Meeting with vividly expressed emotions can be very awkward
A little sketch where I dabble with palettes and clothes
Text:
Bones: Listen up, you!
Spock: We have to go, Doctor
Creativity has been going hard lately. However, inspiration is slowly returning to me
Instructions for protecting your partner.
The authorship belongs to S'chn t'gai Sarek
I have finally completed this work. Thanks to her, I finally broke out of the art block. Initially, I thought it would just be a little sketch. But the devil pulled me to deal with the details. Nevertheless, I am satisfied
Oh, I completely forgot about this little sketch
Vote for the og sun and moon duo 😔✌️ do it for them #spirk
SUN AND MOON DUO SHOWDOWN - SEMI FINALS
spock... for me??? 🥹
So my favorite coworker is not a nerd in the SLIGHTEST but she totally puts up with me talking about Star Trek constantly at work, and this is how she explained what it's like to listen to my trekkie babble:
"Yeah usually I hate listening to people talk about their shows cause they just give me the rundown like 'and then this happened and then this happened'. But when you talk about Star Trek you deliver it like tea. Like, you'll be explaining an episode and I'm all like 'oh my god, Spork did WHAT?"
its wet man wednesday how are you celebrating
