#tmp fanfic

[the-kingofdoritos]

I'm really bored, and i have nothing better to do with my time rn so i wanna write fanfic. but im so indecisive, so

[raging-femur]

How I wrote my first fanfiction I guess?

So, I fairly recently finished the Magnus archives and started the Magnus protocol. And I love it, it's so incredibly well written and kind of just draws you in, I first started listening to it for some background noise while I was making a scavenger hunt for Valentine's as a gift my boyfriend, and I have been hooked on it ever since. There was an incredibly brief period of time when I planned to take a short break from the podcast after I had a rather disturbing nightmare about being stuck in an elevator with a man turning into a lump of flesh. When the episode 12 came out, I commented about my dream and a couple of people told me it sounded like a statement, and suddenly in a strange burst of inspiration I wrote a short story in the form of a statement in the comments section about my dream. It was such a freaking THRILL. It was so much fun! anyways I just thought id share it here, and say that it is important to be able to let go and do things for fun, even if it whatever the result is isn't perfect. Statement of Hannah Watson regarding a stranger in an elevator. Statement taken directly from subject on the 18th of April 2024. Statement begins. It was stupid of me to take the elevator that day, I never do. The one in my building is small, rickety, and cramped, not to mention poorly air-conditioned. Honestly, the death trap could double as an oven in the summer or a freezer in the winter. And the sound it would make… it almost sounded as if it was groaning in pain. I normally take the stairs, paranoid that if I took the lift something would break, and I would end up in a freefall that would leave me as nothing more but a splattered pile of flesh, left to rot in a metal box. But I was running late that evening, I had promised to help my sister move and figured speed was more important than indulging my fear. When I stepped inside and saw…. Him in the corner I figured he was high, his eyes were bloodshot and he seemed a bit out of it. I gave him a polite nod as the doors slid closed……we didn't move. I frowned, pushing the button for the first floor. Nothing happened.

After about ten minutes of trying to get the damn thing to in some way work, I started to panic, I tried getting the doors to open back up, I flipped the emergency switch and I pressed every button on that control panel to no avail. nothing was working, and I was frantic. Sure that at any moment I would be shooting downward to my death. An odd wet squelching sound came from the corner of the cab followed by a thud, I turned in shock, I had forgotten about the man in the corner. I will never be able to forget him now, I can picture it so clearly his face had...melted? No, it was more like his skin had loosened, hanging off his face, melding with his neck, and flopping back onto his shoulders as he flailed about trying to push the skin back into the shape it once held. He was trying to scream, but all that came out of him were pained, cut-off whimpers as the anatomy used for human speech was crushed, as what used to be his throat transformed into nothing but squishy bloated tissue that spilled out of him. His lungs wheezed out bits of air as they were oh so slowly folded into that formless mass. I screamed and screamed, as I struggled to find a way out, to distance myself from the hungry flesh that was slowly seeping out of his clothes and onto the floor. I tried not to look at him as I did so, tried to ignore the sounds that reminded me of the ice cracking when it began to thaw in early spring, somehow, I knew what that meant, the flesh was eating his bones, and when it was done it would come for mine. I knew then, knew that there was no escape, I could scream and cry and break my nails trying to get those damn metal doors to open as much as I liked but I was going to die there, in the cramped metal box I had always hated, I gave up in the end. I curled around myself in a tight ball with my eyes tightly shut and waited for what felt like days...for it to find me, to consume me, to become me. And then ... the elevator moved, and just as I felt the feverishly warm touch of firm flesh on my foot the doors slid open. There was a scream and I kicked the thing away from me scrambling toward the horrified couple and out of that horrible thing that had almost cost me my life. Away from the thing that had cost the poor man his. And so here I am. The police didn't believe me, they told me to get my brain checked. Apparently, their opinions trump those with medical degrees. I didn't even get checked before they dismissed it as a mere hallucination. I doubt you'll believe me either. I am not insane, even if sometimes I wish I was, so that I could go around with the hope that the starving flesh didn't consume all that the man once was, because it wasn't real. It couldn't have almost gotten me, because it was just in my head.. What a wonderful, lovely lie. It would be comforting in a way, if that were true. But it isn't true, it was real. That man who haunts my dreams was a real person, not a hallucination. A person with brown bloodshot eyes and crooked teeth. I AM NOT insane, I know that. Well... that's all I have to say, I wasn't going to come here at all really but, well, I figured I owed it to that man, to let someone know what became of him. Statement ends

[spirk-trek]

Crossroads Fanzine | Cover art by Chris Soto, 1988

[wwillywonka]

spock crying in the the motion picture novelization

as i was watching star trek the motion picture today, i found myself wondering how closely it and the book align only to find that the essential scene, the thesis statement of the tmp story, where spock draws a direct parallel between v'ger and himself while crying is simply... not in the book. i know the version that's more widely available now is the director's cut and that said scene wasn't even in the original theatrical release, but the movie is simply incomplete without it. so! i decided to write out the scene as if it were in the book! please enjoy my take on a prose version of spock's beautiful speech

“Spock?” Then, when his Science Officer did not answer, “Mr. Spock.”

Kirk rose from the captain’s chair and made for the console where Spock sat, facing away from him towards the screen that displayed Vejur’s activity.

“I think -" Kirk began.

Then, Spock turned towards him in his chair, hand releasing from its resting place against the thin line of his mouth. He was — crying. A single, shimmering tear was streaking down his left cheek. His eyes, usually so dark and, since his return from Vulcan, so indecipherable, now shone brightly under the dim, warm light of the bridge. His eyebrows crinkled inwards, not in contemplative thought but, and Kirk would have never guessed, worry. It seemed that open, unashamed emotion left over from Spock’s mind meld with the intruder had not yet dissipated, though Kirk was unsure if Spock’s tears were more Vejur’s than his own.

Spock nodded his head, lifting it a little towards his captain, slightly accusatorily. There was no attempt to hide, no apologetic aversion of gaze. It seemed as if he were telling Jim, “Yes, believe what you are seeing, Captain.

“I have returned.”

Kirk felt McCoy step into place at his side, the doctor’s eyes settling on the now multiple tears pooling down Spock’s face. The captain shared a look with McCoy, acknowledging their mutual concern and astonishment towards their friend.

“Not for us,” Kirk finally stated.

“No, Captain. Not for us.” Spock’s voice, if perhaps a little softer than usual, was confident, steady, calm. Certain. “For Vejur.”

Spock raised his hands, intertwining the fingers in a familiar, thoughtful gesture, but kept them suspended in the air, fidgeting.

Commander Decker approached, too, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the image before him. Kirk showed no sign of acknowledging his presence, the captain’s attention entirely focused on his friend.

“I weep for Vejur as I would for a brother," Spock continued. "As I was when I came aboard, so is Vejur now. Empty, incomplete, and searching. Logic and knowledge are not enough.”

Kirk thought back to every argument, every insistent remark Spock made during their initial five-year mission about his lack of emotion, about his fundamental inability to consider anything else but logic and careful reasoning. Were these out of desperation, a need for the humans of the old Enterprise crew to accept his words as fact so that he, too, could cement their validity? Maybe in Spock’s mind, the more times he declared it, the closer it would be to coming true.

“Spock,” McCoy cut in, colliding reality with Kirk’s thoughts and Spock’s poetic words. “Are you saying that you’ve found what you needed, but Vejur hasn’t?” Decker spoke first. “What would Vejur need to fulfill itself?” Spock moved his gaze towards the main screen, just past Kirk’s head in his line of sight. “Each of us, at some time in our lives, turns towards someone: a father, a brother, a god… and asks, ‘Why am I here? What was I meant to be?’” He took in a sharp breath. “Vejur hopes to touch its creator-“ And now, he lifted his gaze, meeting Kirk’s eyes. “To find its answers.”

“‘Is this all that I am?’” said the captain, quoting Spock’s words from their conversation in sickbay. “‘Is there nothing more?’”

[n30nkn1ght]

i'm sorry i can already imagine the magnus protocol fics in the future. somehow time travel happens and the new crew meets jon & martin. you're kidding. imagine how they'd lose their minds finding out their silly little text-to-speech programs are in love. imagine how sad alice would be discovering their names aren't actually norris and chester. imagine jon and martin taking one look at gwen bouchard and noping outta there. god. i just know the time travel fics are gonna be so silly. and i just know i'm gonna eat them UP. martin would be so unimpressed by their statement classifications but i think jon would love them. he's the typa guy who would happily complicate that stuff

[celestialvoyeur]

This simple feeling 💙💛

[neighborlyarson]

The funniest headcannon I have for TMP at this point came with the revelation that Jonathan God Damn Sims himself has a tumblr on here: Chester being plugged into the internet has a tumblr or is at the LEAST intimately familiar with it.

[confusedfeelsfangirl]

I haven’t seen The Magnus Protocol yet because I want to finish TMA first, but I just saw a fanfic suggestion on AO3 that brings me *so many* questions…

[lifebloodblue]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk Prime/Spock Prime, K/S, Spirk - Relationship, the premise - Relationship Characters: James T. Kirk, James T. Kirk Prime, Spock, Spock Prime Additional Tags: Love Confessions Summary:

After the events of Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Spock finally confesses his feelings to Kirk.

Post-TMP Spirk oneshot that I forgot to post on here. Enjoy!

[yum-grass]

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Your life as a background archival assistant up dated!!!!!!!!!!

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Holy fuck my autistic is autism-int!!!!!!

[fairy-princette]

the magnus protocol aka all your faves are back and untraumatised

[the-kingofdoritos]

wrote a dyhard fic for you all :]

[dearestpiers]

g..GerRyyy… gerRRY…

[spirk-trek]

Views of Intimation Fanzine | Elaine Tripp & Barbara P. Gordon, 1980

--poetry + writing transcribed into plain text below the cut--

DEDICATION To all the trekkers Who[se] dream had finally come true To Gene Roddenberry and Robert Wise… Who had made that dream possible

--

Kirk raise[d] his hand, gently pressing the dark head against his shoulder. “Ahhhh, Spock, I know,” he whispered gently, rubbing the thin back. “I know… but it’s over now… they can never hurt you again.”

He began to gently rock him, still murmuring soft, soothing words of comfort. He consoled his friend, as he had controlled him under rain soaked trees, week (centuries?) ago on a planet called Earth.

“Shh… it’s all right, Spock… it’s okay… it’s over now… it was just a dream… He can’t hurt you anymore… He’s dead,.. Dead and buried with all the rest… You’re home now… It won’t ever happen to you again… I promise… I’m here now… I won’t leave you… it’s over… it’s all over…”

--

MEMORIES Long ago and far away, I lived up in the sky

Long ago and far away Among the star sailed I

Long ago and far away That starship was my home

Long ago and far away Up there I was not alone

Long ago and far away On this ship I had a friend

Long ago and far away Will I ever see him again?

[gunstreet]

good news, fellow trekkies and readers of only complete works: my emotional divorce-era Spirk fic that took me 9 weeks to write is finally finished! 58K, TOS, angst with a happy ending, explicit (obviously, cause it's me). I would love for you to read it.

[angelsandarsenic]

MASTERLIST OF FICS PT 2

The Magnus Archives/The Magnus Protocol

--MAG24: Dreamscape

Summary: Statement of Zoe Elizabeth, regarding her roommate sleeping. Statement given November 3rd, 2011. Recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute

Status: Completed Words: 2,982

--MAG31: Total Collapse

Summary: Statement of Toby Carmen, regarding an unusual firefighting incident. Statement given August 12th, 2009. Recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute

Status: Draft

--MAG59: Alice, Alice

Summary: Statement of Alice--or possibly Leanne Torrance--regarding her...sanity. Statement given March 29th, 2000. Recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute

Status: Draft

--MAG50: Time of Death

Summary: Statement of Ciaran Elsen, regarding his death. Statement given May 21st, 2005. Recording by Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute

Status: Completed Words: 2,899

--Blurbs and Bits Regarding James and Elias

Summary: James Hawking works as the head of Artefact Storage in The Magnus Institute, London. He doesn't really know what goes on downstairs, and frankly, he doesn't think he wants to. Not after...the worms. He doesn't need to know. His department is his own little world; even if Sasha isn't Sasha anymore, even if Tim mysteriously dies, even if Jon is...Jon, and suddenly starts needing way more help than the Archives have ever requested in the past, even if everything is...changing. Oh, and sometimes he fucks his boss.

Status: In progress Pairing: Elias/oc Words: 1,407

Super Mario Bros Universe

--Evil Turtle Rehabilitation Center

Summary: The aftermath of the Mario Movie. Mario is down bad, Peach has an actual pet turtle and Bowser and Luigi are...figuring things out

Status: In Progress Words: 757

Assassination Classroom

Shoot for the Stars

Summary: Reyna Cameron transferred to Kunugigaoka Academy in Japan part way through her third year of school at her parents' insistence that she "get her life together" in a disciplined, rigorous environment. For the headstrong, brilliant under-achiever, it didn't exactly go as her parents had planned. Then surprisingly, by getting sent down to E-Class at the start of the next year, Reyna might actually find everything she needs. ——— Shameless OC insert fanfic because Assassination Classroom will always be near and dear to my heart. Minor Karma and Asano shipping, but really we're just having fun with it.

Status: In Progress Words: 32,700 Pairings: Karma/OC and Asano/OC

Demon Slayer

Queen

Summary: “You could be ready for Final Selection quickly. If you can make it within the year, I’ll be waiting for you.”

It was probably supposed to be chivalrous, or kind. You narrowed your eyes. “What was your name again? Tengen?” You sheathed the sword at your hip. “I don’t need you to wait for me. I’ll catch up.”

———

On a mission for the Demon Slayer Corps not a year after his Final Selection, Uzui Tengen meets the most flashy infuriating girl, who, he hates to admit it, saved his ass against a demon. A girl who wasn’t even a demon slayer!

Status: In Progress Pairing: Rivals to lovers, young!Tengen x female reader