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Independent and Selective Bobby Drake aka Iceman from Marvel Comics

Selective and Original Canon | 1960s/1970s based

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𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐀 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚… 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐩𝐡

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“Oh,” It’s not dismissive but it’s as if his brother has become transparent and he can see right through through him to the child left behind. Sybil’s brows furrowed as he remembered that night. In his memory it had seemed so clear, almost perfect in its clarity.

He had read once of what humans called saints. He remembered how one of these so-called saints had quarreled with his father and had told his father that he wasn’t his son anymore, that was born of the flesh was only flesh what was of the spirit was the spirit. That night he had understood it. He wasn’t Sarek’s son anymore. And if his mother was still alive he would have known he wasn’t hers anymore either. He was his own.

The revelation had been clear, beautiful and he realized now by necessity it had been selfish. If it hadn’t been he wouldn’t have had the strength to leave. Severing the bond with his father had in some ways been easy, but he realized now it had severed the bonds with his siblings too. And it embarrassed him he hadn’t realized that before.

“I had too. I didn’t belong there anymore.” He said channeling a Vulcan calm he didn’t quite feel.

“You are alive, I see you surrounded by officers who respect and love you. You may think ill of me and with good cause brother. But I have found more than I could have hoped here with you and am glad of it.”

"You are angry," The words are flat and dull like an ancient arrowhead. More fact than anything else. But there was an odd tell to it, irritation had Sybok slipping into the old more traditionally Vulcan habits.

He had still been a youth when he left. Callow perhaps as all young people are but he had also known his time had come to leave. He had known clearly that he had no obligations to his ancestors only to himself. He had been lucky, he had travelled far enough he had come to understand and even forgive his father for his shortcomings and his own people for turning their back on their emotions.

It was why he had gone back, to share that inner transformation of his own katra so that others could feel it, be healed as he was of their pain and fear. Instead he had been imprisoned without word of brother, sister, father or even his step-mother.

His skin prickles at Spock's next comment. Black, intense, the old rage that every Vulcan knew themselves capable of and rightfully feared. "I was imprisoned in Ankeshtan K'til on the third moon of Omicron Lyrae," He said his voice was a dull, flat hiss. "I knew nothing of what had become of you in all that time. When word reached us that Vulcan was destroyed my only thought was of you and Michael. Even when I saw your names on the list of those who had survived, I had to see you both again. To reassure myself you were both safe."

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He raises an eyebrow at that comment. Was what was inside him a darkness? It had seemed so bright and clear when he left. Yet he knew already that the path he was on deviated from everything he’d been raised to as a Vulcan.

“Ambition doe not always need to be used for darkness;” he said still wary and still so very Vulcan-sounding. “Why are you offering?”

He made no comment on being new to this part of the galaxy, it was likely obvious. He hadn't seen many if any of his own kind out here beyond Federation space.

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It was a good question. How did a Sith read the person in front of them? Talon wouldn't know how to explain. She simply trusted in the Force, who was a good judge of character. And what was inside him called to what was inside her. "Darkness calls to Darkness."

What she felt coming from within him was subdued and faint. As if he held back. "I know ambitious eyes when I see them." He had a lot of potential and just needed someone to rely on, though she didn't begrudge him his caution. It was healthy to be cautious of her.

"Would you like a guide? Something tells me you're new to this part of the galaxy."

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STARTER CALL

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Uhura is a side log at @etoillefreo

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PLOTTING CALL

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PLOTTING CALL

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"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting

"And what makes you think I'm dangerous?" Sybok asked his voice was flat, even, Vulcan. There was a comfort in the well practiced mask and mannerisms especially now that he was off-world and on his own for the first time even if he was aware he wasn't a proper Vulcan. He knew what he wasn't but not yet what he was or could be.

He was also aware of two facts- Talon was both attractive and much more dangerous than he could hope to be. Those two facts seemed to oddly compliment each other in ways that made him uncomfortable and curious.

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.

69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:

"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Your lips look... distracting."

"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"

"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"

"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."

"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."

"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"

"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."

"There's something about the way you say my name..."

"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"

"I love the way your skin feels against mine."

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."

"You're making it very hard to behave."

"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"

"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."

"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"

"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."

"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"I love the way you blush when I get close."

"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"

"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."

"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."

"Your body tells me everything your words don't."

"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."

"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."

"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"

"Let me show you just how good this could be."

"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."

"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."

"You know where this is headed, right?"

"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."

"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."

"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"

"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."

"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."

"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."

"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."

"I want to hear you say you want me."

"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."

"You know, I love the way you taste."

"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."

"I can feel how much you want this."

"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"

"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"

"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."

"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."

"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."

"I want to hear you moan my name."

"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do."

"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."

"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"

"I���ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."

"You're making it very hard to resist you."

"Do you like the way I make you feel?"

"All I can think about is what comes next."

"I want to feel every inch of you."

"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."

"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."

"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."

"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."

50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:

Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.

Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.

Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.

Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.

Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.

Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.

Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.

Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.

Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.

Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.

Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.

Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.

Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.

Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.

Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.

Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.

Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.

Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.

Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.

Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.

Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.

Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.

Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.

Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.

Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.

Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.

Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.

Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.

Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.

Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.

Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.

Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.

Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.

Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.

Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.

Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.

Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.

Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.

Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.

Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.

Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.

Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.

Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.

Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.

Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.

Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.

Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.

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"I've got the first aid kit. Sit down, and let me take care of those injuries."

After-Action Patch-Up starters | accepting

Sybok didn’t protest and held out his forearm for her. It was inevitable of course, not every Vulcan on Ankeshtan K'til was there for the betterment of their species. Many were there because their Vulcan emotions had over-run them. Lifetimes of repression often meant that when emotions were released they were overwhelming and blinding.

So a fight had broken out and Sybok had tried to part them. It was frustrating believing their species needed to learn to live with emotion so they could be more clearly and openly addressed while also knowing this kind of behavior justified . It was what every Vulcan feared, the reason Sybok and the others were kept here, that emotion would be a return to savagery.

Sybok's brows were furrowed as he glanced over at T'Pring. "How much longer?" He asked wanting to retreat to some private place to meditate and process what happened.