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Handwriting Asks

Send me a number and I’ll handwrite the answer for you!

1. write your URL

2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask

3. write your blog title

4. write the blog title of the person who sent the ask

5. your name

6. your birthday

7. where you live right now

8. where you were born

9. today’s date

10. current time

11. relationship status

12. the first 5 words that come to your mind

13. your number of followers

14. the number of blogs you’re following

15. the URLs of your tumblr crushes

16. draw your tumblr activity graph :)

17. describe the latest post on your dashboard

18. favorite band(s), musician(s)

19. favorite song(s)

20. favorite lyric(s)

21. favorite album(s)

22. favorite color(s)

23. celebrity crushes

24. favorite food

25. favorite beverage

26. favorite TV show(s)

27. favorite movie(s)

28. favorite actors or actresses

29. describe what you’re wearing right now

30. write something for the person who sent the ask

31. ships?

32. favorite season(s)

33. favorite ice cream flavor(s)

34. a place you wanna go on holiday

35. favorite number

36. favorite meme(s)

37. favorite animal(s)

38. favorite quote(s)

39. a random fact about yourself

40. write your name with your non-dominant hand

41. handwrite a message to your followers

42. something of your choice (specify in ask)

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Bring me the motivation! And time!

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

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Writing fanfiction is cool, until you realise you are writing the fanfiction that you wish you could read, meaning that you can't experience the pure joy of reading a fanfic you have been dying for.

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Imagine being drunk at a Halloween party with Scotty. 
Request: Loving your fics so far! Can I request a friendly Scotty, where its a Halloween party and they’re just sitting in a corner and giggling half-drunk about peoples’ costumes and the obvious tomorrow’s regrets some people will have? Like, “oh no. Is she making out with her ex? And does he realize strip dancing in front of officers is actually court-martial worthy?” I don’t know. I just want Scotty being a loveable little shit. 
Requested by: @noctiscorvus 
Word Count: 896 
Warnings: Cursing 
Author’s Note: Happy Halloween all you witches and demons! 🎃 👻 I really apologize for taking so long, between writing my book and working, I barely had time to write anything for here. I will try to start writing something once a week if at all possible. 
The rambunctious laughter escaped Scotty’s lips with cheerful glee as he held the chilly beer in his hand. It was the annual Halloween party that was held by the Federation, something to refresh the minds of the many, and ease everyone’s nerves for the night. The Enterprise was lucky enough to have a layover and be on leave to attend the party. Jim was all too excited to dress up and be around available ladies. You, on the other hand, weren’t much of a partier. You loved Halloween, it was your favorite holiday, but parties weren’t your thing. Dancing with drunk people–who were way too handsy for their own good–was not your cup of tea. Scotty, however, loved to party and have a good time, but with the close proximity of his friends. He noticed you sitting in the corner, wearing a kitty costume, your make up still giving off humanistic features. Scotty decided to go as an old-time cop, something he wanted to do for quite some time now. You both planned it out on the Enterprise as you worked on the warp corp together. You called yourself a cat burglar for his sake, Catwoman is what he called you since she was a cat burglar and he knew how much you loved those old comic books. 
You both were on your third drink–you fancied a good whiskey. Plus you were taking shots here and there, not realizing how much it was affecting you both. “Oh, no! Y/N, look, is she making out with her ex?” Scotty’s boisterous tone being louder than he intended. Your head turned to look in the direction he was pointing toward. Instantly you covered your mouth to stifle your laugh, eyes widened at the sight you beheld. “Yes! They broke up a month ago, she is going to be hating herself in the morning!“ You were amused by the drunk idiots that partook in the festivities, but at least you weren’t one of them. 
Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anything else that was chuckle-worthy. Optics landed on a dancing couple, who wasn’t entirely dancing in a PG fashion. A sharp intake of breath–a gasp–could be heard as you captured the half-drunken attention of your boss. “Scotty, do you think he realizes that strip dancing in front of officers is actually court-martial worthy?” You inquired, your vision blurred enough that you could still tell what was going on in front of you. A blurted out cackle ensued from Scotty as he almost had a spit take happen. Another laugh occurred between the two of you as you more than enjoyed the fact you were getting your laughs off of other people’s possible misery and mistakes. 
“Aye, lass! That is our idiot!” Scotty’s eyes widened at the realization that the one who was strip dancing was in fact, James T. Kirk. “Shit!” You called out, jumping out of your seat with Scotty on your tail. “Captain, think it’s time for you to take a knee.” You informed him, grabbing onto one arm, Scotty taking hold of the other as you forced him to leave the party. Both of you trying your damnedest not to trip as you carried your captain away from other partygoers. 
The fresh cold air hit your cheeks as you stepped outside, the moonlight shining your way. You found a bench and laid him down on it for a break, you and Scotty out of breath and holding onto your knees for support. You both shifted your eyes to stare at each other, a moment of silence before Kirk made a grunting noise in as his eyes were closed. The sudden break in the silence made you both rupture into a fit of laughter, trying to catch your breath so you didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen getting to your brain. It was then a gust of wind picked up and you realized just how cold it really was outside. 
A shiver went down your spine, instinctively you wrapped yourself in your arms, looking around the area as the laughter subsided. Scotty looked at you, a small smile on his face as he took off his jacket and engulfed your body in it. You looked at him and smiled, “Thank you, bossman.” He gave you a friendly nod, looking up at the sky as the stillness of the night relaxed you both. “Thank you for tonight.” You heard yourself speak, without hesitation, without another thought. “No need for thanks, lass, it was my pleasure. This was the best Halloween I’ve had ina good while, I should be thanking you Y/N.” 
You felt good by his words, knowing it was one of the many reasons you and him were such great friends. “Boo!” The sudden uproar made you jump–as if your heart was leaping out of your chest–a scream emanating from the very depths of your stomach. Turning your head, your hand placed firmly on your chest as it pounded. “Damnit, Pavel!” You cringed, glaring at the youngest member of the Enterprise as he finally got around to scaring you. Something he had been trying to do since the beginning of the month. “Aw, lass! He got you!” Scotty cackled like a witch, egging on Pavel. “Screw you both.” You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back the smile that was threatening to make an appearance.

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Hi! If it’s okay, how many requests do you have in your inbox and which characters are they for? Your imagines are very beautiful!! I really love reading them! 🌺

I currently have 35 requests sitting in my inbox. You all blew it up for me today, and I am not mad at all! I plan on writing out one today (someone submitted a Halloween one that I am dying to do!) Here are the ones that are currently in my inbox: Spock (Prime): 1, S'chn T'gai Spock: 1, Leonard "Bones" McCoy: 4, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott: 3, Khan Noonien Singh: 5, James T. Kirk: 4, TOS!Kevin Riley: 1, Pavel Chekov: 2, Seamus Finnigan (HP): 1, Peter Parker (Spider-Man): 2, Barry Allen (The Flash): 1, Poe Dameron (Star Wars): 2, Dean Thomas (HP): 1, TOS!Pavel Chekov: 1, Regina Mills (OUAT): 1, Chandler Bing (Friends): 1, Samwise Gamgee (LOTR): 1, George Weasley (HP): 1, Newt Scamander (FB/HP): 1, Fred & George Weasley (HP): 1

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Hello! If it’s okay to ask, I was wondering if you write for other fandoms. I really love your Star Trek imagines! Do you write for either Marvel or Harry Potter?

Absolutely! I am a huge Marvel and HP buff! I do other fandoms as well: Supernatural, DC, Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, etc.

UPDATE: --because I thought of more: Once Upon a Time, House, M.D., Scrubs, The Resident, Sherlock, How I Met Your Mother, Friends, New Girl, Riverdale, The Boys, Teen Wolf (just started the series, on season 3),

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I know you probably get asked this a lot, but when’s the next imagines coming up. I love your writing and I love how your imagines are so beautiful and so detailed! 💕

I apologize for taking so long. Some stuff came up outside of writing and I've been preoccupied. A lot of the requests I've been getting as well are about subjects I'm not too familiar with so I am trying to find muse to do them. I love getting requests, but when it's with a subject I don't know too well, I get discouraged because I don't want to get something wrong or offend anyone. Long story short, I'll try to get one out today. 😊

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Yay!!! The Chekov imagines were so adorable!! 🥰

So glad you like them! I apologize about not getting more writing out, my cat got out and we couldn’t find him for two days. I had to work today as well, so, I am hoping to get some writing done either tonight or tomorrow.

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I just toed to tell you that I am enjoying you writing. I look forward to more.

You don't know how much it means to me to get compliments like this! I am going to try and work on some more today after work. I am also currently in the process of writing a book to be published, so I am going back and forth between that and this.

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Request: Imagine being Scotty’s daughter and he finds out that you and Chekov are in a relationship. Word Count: 1,023 Warnings: Cursing Author’s Note: Requested by anon. I honestly wasn’t sure which gif to use, Scotty or Chekov. I was going to use one of both, but they are harder to find than I thought. I went with Scotty, because this is basically him finding out his daughter is dating his friend and the gif just goes with the theme I have in mind.

A little over three years into the five-year mission. You were 20 years old, joining the USS Enterprise at the young age of 17. Of course you graduated the academy at the top of your class, and of course you went into the engineering department. It was only natural, considering your father was Montgomery Scott. Everyone knew of you, but they never got to officially meet you until the day you graduated and was assigned to the Enterprise. Your father helped you by pulling a few strings and getting you assigned to the same vessel as him. You weren't complaining, since it was the exact ship you wanted to be aboard.

You were very skilled at keeping certain aspects away from your father. He was always breathing down your neck, and you had to have his back with most arguments. Family always stuck together. He taught you that. Which meant that the Enterprise crew was your family as well, every last member. It wasn't surprising that you bonded quickly with Pavel Chekov, he was the closest person to your age. Only by two years, and he loved holding the fact that he was older than you over your head. Heated--yet playful--arguments were shared between the both of you.

The crew thought it was endearing. The friendship you formed over the three years. The mere fact that your father took Pavel under his wing and was showing him the ropes of the engineering department helped your bond grow tremendously. You also got in a few teaching moments, yet everyone but your father seemed to get the idea that you and Pavel were closer than the average friends. You, of course, didn't mind the rumors--because they weren't rumors. You were in love with the boy, but you did everything you could to keep it from your father. He was a bit overprotective, and as much as people liked teasing him about you and Pavel--he always had the same reaction.

"He's not her type."

Oh boy was your father wrong.

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"No, Pavel, this is how it's done." You corrected your boyfriend, who was standing so close to you that he was basically hugging you. You showed him how to fix the sensors, but a part of you felt that the Russian wiz kid was only faking not knowing how to do it in order to get more time with you. It was sweet, and you obliged because you didn't mind the reason at all. You turned to face him, a small smile on your face as your eyes locked with his. Being centimeters away from his soft lips, the moment was tempting--only downfall was that your father could walk in any second.

As if on cue, Scotty walked into the room, prompting you to push Pavel away from you gently, your face burning up as if you had a fever. You tried to diverge the look he was giving, by looking down at the equipment in front of you and explaining the situation. "So, yeah, that is how you fix it." You cleared your throat, seeing out of your peripherals that your father approached. He looked to be in a bad mood. "Hey, dad." You gave him an innocent smile, Pavel stepping away even more to give more distanced between you both. Scotty looked at Pavel, then at you.

"Can you believe the nerve of some people, Y/N? They keep telling me that you and Chekov are dating, just to get under my skin! If they wanted to do it, they could at least pick a topic that is a little bit more believable, aye?" From behind Scotty, Pavel almost choked on air. The moment caught Scotty's attention, he eyed Pavel for a long moment. Your eyes widened, seeing Pavel's ears were a bright red. Fuck. The secret was out. "What? That's crazy.." You tried to get your father's focus on you rather than your boyfriend, but the high pitched tone of your voice only dug your grave deeper.

You weren't the best liar.

Scotty's eyes narrowed at you as you looked away from him, pretending like you were doing something productive. The smile on your father's face started to fade as he blinked a few times, the lightbulb in his head turning on. "Wait a bloody minute!" He called out, in the exact instant, Pavel turned to you and spoke. "Well, I should be going, I believe the captain needs me on the bridge." He lifted a finger before he swiveled on his heels and hightailed it out of the room. "Pavel, don't you dare leave me in here to deal with this by myself!" Before you could stop him, Pavel was gone.

"Y/N, what is the meaning of this?" Scotty placed his hands on his hips, expecting you to explain. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before you finally decided it was pointless to hide it anymore. "You see, dad, me and Pavel.. have been dating for about a year.." You admitted, squinting your eyes, expecting the worst from. "What? And you didn't tell me? Everyone else knows but me? I'm your father, Y/N!" He whined, his mouth agape for dramatic effect. "I just didn't want you to freak out." You sighed, looking down, mildly ashamed.

"I don't care who you date, as long as the wee weasel treats you well. I am going to have a few words with the lad!" He announced, causing you to roll your eyes in a way only a child could do in spite of their parent. "I don't have to know everything, just don't hide something like that from me." He stepped closer to you, placing a loving hand on top of your head, a small smile on his face. You felt your lips tug into a smile as you stared up in admiration of your father. "I will have to put the fear into him, though, for dating my little munchkin."

"Ugh, dad. Stop!" You placed both your hands on your head in annoyance, leaning your head down on the equipment in an attempt to get away from the conversation.

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Yaaaaay the Spock imagine was wonderful!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Super glad you enjoyed it!

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Request: Imagine coming out as Graysexual to your boyfriend (Jim Kirk or Spock would be great or both if you wanna). Word Count: 885 Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities Author’s Note: Requested by @spaceyhufflepuff. I decided to go with Spock, because he needs more love and I feel like he would be better at handling someone who was Graysexual. Logically speaking (; 

"Spock, do you have a moment to discuss something that has been on my mind for quite some time?" Your words pierced the ears of the half-Vulcan that you called your boyfriend. His attention diverting fully to you as you stood near his station on the bridge. Being good friends with Jim, and dating the first officer, gave you certain privileges that allowed you access to things others did not. You were trustworthy, had been since you first joined the USS Enterprise a few years back. You and Spock have been dating for almost a  year, Uhura and he had a falling out. You were there for both of them; your friendship with them wasn't going to be divided.

They weren't they type of individuals who would make you choose sides, either. The simple fact that they ended on mutual terms allowed you the opportunity to pursue Spock once the right amount of time had passed. Though, you still didn't pursue him until you got the okay from Uhura, who was surprisingly encouraging of the two of you. In the end, though, it was Spock who made an advance on you, admitting he held a 'fascination' toward you. He blamed it on his human emotions, but you knew he meant well and the end results were you two making it official.

Spock turned to look at you with his deep eyes, even after months of being with him--years of being around him--he still took your breath away. "Certainly, Y/N." He stood from his station, walking with you to the turbolift that would take you to off the bridge. You two made your destination to the observation deck. The way there was filled with silence. You didn't mind. You were comfortable enough around Spock that you two could enjoy each other's company, even when no words were shared. You honestly thought it spoke volumes on the base of your relationship. You both were content, and that was what mattered.

However, there was still this pestering voice in the back of your mind that was satisfied until you explained something of importance. Scratch that--something of importance to others--you didn't really much care for such trivial things. Regardless, you felt it was important to discuss the matter with your significant other, as a way to show respect to him, as well as make it seem like you weren't hiding anything from him. Looking up at him, standing opposite of him, you cleared your throat before you began to tell him what was on your mind. "Spock, I feel it is necessary you know of certain aspect about me before we advance any further in our current commitment toward one another."

Spock was a member of a very logical species, therefore, you decided long ago that when you spoke to him, it would be in a manner that he would appreciate. Logic. Over the years of talking to him, you grew accustomed to speaking your mind in an intelligent fashion. Jim didn't fancy it too much, in his words, it was like having two Vulcans aboard the Enterprise. This only amused you and gave you two advantages to talking with grace. It satisfied your need to appease your boyfriend--even if he said it was not necessary--and it annoyed your beloved captain and friend, Jim.

Spock stood there, leaning in ever so slightly, a way to ease your mind that he was alert and giving his full attention to you and only you. "I identify as Graysexual--meaning I have a lack of desire for sexual satisfaction. I don't need the physical, er, connection that some people do." You felt your face heat up, your ears red as a tomato. Even as comfortable as you were around him, you still held nerves for specific topics that you two found yourselves engaging in. "To speak bluntly, I don't need or want the sexual activity that most humans revert to when their animal lust comes to the surface."

You paused, stifling a chuckle when your eyes noted a green tint to Spock's ears. As much as Vulcans and Humans were different, they also held many similarities. You assumed it was as close to a blush as Spock could muster, and you wouldn't dare call him out on it. "It doesn't mean I won't engage in the activity, per say, but sometimes I lack the desire all together, and I wanted you to know--so you did not get the wrong idea of it and think I was not attracted to you in other ways." Spock gave you a small nod in understanding, a smirk that only he could summon under these circumstances.

"No need to explain, Y/N. I did not get into this partnership with the intentions to be with you only physically. I am more than adequate to engage with you on an intellectual level until you deem is necessary for the relationship to be take to the physical direction." You felt a smile form on your face as he tried to tell you--in his own words--that he was accepting of your sexuality. You reached your hand up to meet his cheek, stopping him from saying anything more. The stares you shared with one another wrapped up the conversation in an instant, and you were feeling much better about the relationship.

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Hi! If it’s okay, how many requests do you have in your inbox and which characters are they for? Your imagines are very beautiful!! I really love reading them! 💕

I currently have 12 requests sitting in my inbox, but I am always welcoming more! (Other fandoms are welcome as well, just ask and I will let you know if I am familiar with the fandom and the character). Requests - Spoke Prime (1: holding off on this one until I get further in TOS), Jim Kirk (2), Pavel Chekov (1), Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (1), Leonard "Bones" McCoy (2), Khan Singh (5).

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do u do platonic stuff?

Yes I do.

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Request: Imagine Kirk soothing you as you struggle with self-harm urges. Word Count: 975 Warnings: Self harming, body shaming Author’s Note: Requested by anon. I think this one hits home for me, because I used to struggle with self harm. I am always constantly body shaming myself because I feel like I am not pretty enough, or skinny enough. So, this is for all the others out there who feel the same way: you are beautiful, no matter what anyone else says.

No, you weren't the skinniest person, and you've dealt with your fair share of people telling you that you'd never be good enough. You were belittled, knocked down and reminded that you would never be someone worthy until you couldn't cry anymore. But that didn't stop them from continuing on bashing you. You turned to the only thing that helped you feel better, harming yourself. Causing yourself pain helped in one way--physical pain lessened the emotional and mental pain. So, that is what you did. It didn't matter if it was from a knife, a burn, or even putting yourself in harms way during missions--whatever satisfied the voices in your head telling you that you deserved it.

Bones would notice how often you would be in the medbay, and everytime he seen you, he would always tell Jim. He would tell Jim the extent of your injuries, whether they looked self-inflicted or if it happened during a mission. Bones would always tell Jim. You had no idea they knew, but you would often catch them staring at you--much to your discomfort. You'd always tell yourself they were staring in disgust--seeing the skin tight uniform show off your curves. You felt self-conscious, wrapping your arms around yourself in a means to hide your body. You never knew the truth, that they were looking for new wounds.

"Here, you'll finish this for me, you look like you eat a lot." A fellow crew member announced, placing the rest of his tray in front of you. You immediately felt your cheeks heat up, shame coursing through you. You felt your eyes sting from the tears swelling up, but you refused to let them fall in front of everyone. No one could see you be weak, you made sure of that. Standing up, you pushed both trays away from you and walked out of the mess hall. Unknowing to Jim following after you as Bones approached the crew member to give him a piece of his mind.

You walked into the engineering department, the small break room where no one occupied. You went to the couch that was pressed against the wall toward the back of the room. You pulled a razor out of your pocket, unsheathing it. You held it against your wrist, removing the bracelet that hid the scars. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes as you prepared yourself to slice your skin. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back to reality, and you almost dropped your razor. A surprised gasp leaving you as your eyes landed on the captain.

"Captain." You breathed out, returning the razor to it's cover and gripping it tightly so he couldn't see it. "Can I help you?" You spoke out, looking at the floor, guilt written all over your face. "Yes, you can." He said, approaching you as he took the seat next to you on the couch. "You can tell me why you let others dictate how you feel about yourself." The words hit home, causing you to look up at him in his sapphire hues with mild shock. "Captain?" You tilted your head, playing as if you had no idea what he was talking about. "Why do you let them get to you like that?"

He reached out, grabbing your wrist and twisting it so you both could see the scars. Tears swelled in your eyes as you fought them back, ultimately failing. "Because they are right.." You exhaled, tears falling down your cheeks. "Says who?" The tone in his voice gave off an almost offended sense. "I'm ugly, fat and worthless." You replied, eyes locked on the floor. "Ensign Y/N! Look at me!" The raise in his voice made you jump, but you did as you were told and looked up at him, seeing the anger in his face. "You are far from that and you know it!"

He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a side hug as he rested his chin on top of your head. "You are kind, caring, and a very beautiful woman." He said softly, soothing. You closed your eyes and tried to accept his words, but you just couldn't, you didn't believe them. He began to rock you back and forth, his grip on you tightening as he buried his face in your neck. "I wish you could see the way I see you, how amazing and truly breathtaking you are." His words were gentle, and they made your heart hurt. You could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Don't let anyone tell you how you are supposed to look or feel. Don't ever give them that kind of power over you." For the first time in a long time, you were ashamed of letting people get to you. Jim was right. You felt the way you felt because you allowed others view of you get in the way of your own. Thinking back to everything you've done, you were always happy until someone reminded you of how gross you looked. But you were healthy, Bones always told you that when you were done with your check up. He never once said you were overweight.

In the first time in a long time, you felt like a weight was lifted off you--both figuratively and mentally. You pulled away from Jim, a reassuring smile on your face. "What would I do without you, Jim?" His blue eyes held a shine to them, a smile forming on his face that brightened your mood. "Now that's not someone I hear too often." He joked, standing up off the couch and holding an expectant hand out toward you. You took his hand and stood up with him, walking out of the room and feeling better about yourself. A feeling you haven't felt in a long while.

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The recent Bones imagine was so cute!!!!!!!!!

Awe, thank you! I was highly inspired and loved writing it!