How to act when you meet your t'hy'la: (A guide by the Spirk)
Step 1 : Be absolutely mesmerised by the beauty of the man in front of you
Step 2: Be an absolute slut and offer an “innocent” act, if you're the one who is being offer “consider it” and make your mind about it
Step 3: Accept the offer and make out in front of everyone in a subtle way making proud your ancestors who make the exact same thing before (and yes, I mean you Zefram and Solkar)
Step 4: Don't you dare to take your eyes off each other for the rest of the night and enjoy your new companion
Bonus * If you're the one who present this two idiots make yourself proud and enjoy your success while see them flirt for the rest of your life (not feedback accepted)
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PHILON AWARDS
KiScon is honoured to host the Philon Awards. Established by Jenna Sinclair and Shelley Butler in 1997, they were an annual event organised by The K/S Press to honour outstanding authors and artists in K/S fandom. With the permission and support of Jenna and Shelley, KiScon is resuming this beautiful tradition.
Philon Awards 2023 Winners
(officially announced on 5 Nov 2023, at KiScon)
Short fic (word count under 10K):
🏆 Gold: Spock 🖖 by vaksur & WerewolvesAreReal 🏆
Silver: One In A Myriad of Little Dwelling Places by CampySpaceSlime
Long fic (word count 10K-50K):
🏆 Gold: Red is by spirkme 🏆 (ex aequo)
🏆 Gold: Rain Dogs by gunstreet 🏆 (ex aequo)
🏆 Gold: Milk and Honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) 🏆 (ex aequo)
Silver: Untouched by SButler
Novella/novel (word count over 50K):
🏆 Gold: First, Best Destiny, Part Two by Ophelia_j 🏆
Silver: Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)
Podfic:
🏆 Gold: Communicators Can’t Scan (or, how Jim Kirk learned to stop worrying and love the Vulcanese) by 1lostone 🏆 (ex aequo)
🏆 Gold: Injured by 1lostone 🏆 (ex aequo)
Silver: Interior Harmony by 1lostone
Traditional art:
🏆 Gold: Marooned? Honeymoon? Honeymarooned? by subterraneanna 🏆
Silver: Spock by the Pool by SButler
Digital art:
🏆 Gold: The Meddling Captain (Comic) by lorvee 🏆
Silver: Heaven… when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? by BataSann
Poetry:
🏆 Gold: The Mountains I Climb by USS_Queertastic 🏆
Silver: Come Home With Me by ForFucksSakeJim
Zines:
🏆 Gold: The AOS Renaissance Zine 🏆
Silver: Legends #10 by Dovya Blacque (Ed.)
Philon Awards 2023 Shortlist
(in alphabetical order of the title; shortlist based on the results of the nominations phase)
Short fic (word count under 10K):
An old earth custom by pkrosche
Can We Always Be This Close? by ForFucksSakeJim
Fatal Vision by ikoliholic
I [43M] wish to tell my friend [40M] that it’d be logical for us to get married by Smile_Edgeworth
One In A Myriad of Little Dwelling Places by CampySpaceSlime
Spock 🖖 by vaksur & WerewolvesAreReal
The Tropiest of Tropes by Spirkme
Long fic (word count 10K-50K):
already, and always by flipthebits
Catspaw of Another Kind by Borealisblue
Distance of Time by yassifiedjimkirk
Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305
Milk and Honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)
Rain Dogs by gunstreet
Red is by spirkme
Reservations — A Sequel to Desire/Reserve by Herself_nyc
Social Graces by gunstreet
The Prince and The Vulcan by TonightNoPoetryWillServe
Untouched by SButler
Variations on a bitter theme by OrpheaAria
Novella/novel (word count over 50K):
First, Best Destiny, Part Two by Ophelia_j
The Promised Land by gunstreet
This Must Be the Place by gunstreet
Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)
to assess the equation of you by uhuraprime
Podfic:
Communicators Can’t Scan (or, how Jim Kirk learned to stop worrying and love the Vulcanese) by 1lostone
For the Greater Good by cookiemom6067
Injured by 1lostone
Interior Harmony by 1lostone
Mistletoe Kisses by 1lostone
Traditional art:
AOS Spock Portrait by Nic
Blooming Kiss by Purple_Enma
Marooned? Honeymoon? Honeymarooned? by subterraneanna
Spock by the Pool by SButler
Spock's Lyre by lorvee
The Golden Couple by Purple_Enma
Digital art:
A little sweet, a little spicy: k/s gingerbread cookies by PageofWands
Heaven… when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? by BataSann
The Honeymoon Postcard by lorvee
The Meddling Captain (Comic) by lorvee
TOS Kirk/Spock in SNW Dress Uniforms by BataSann
Poetry:
Asleep by alainanmccoy
Come Home With Me by ForFucksSakeJim
Diamonds for You by Orabla
I’m the X (Reprise) by eigenvectrix
The Mountains I Climb by USS_Queertastic
Zines:
The AOS Renaissance Zine
Legends #10 by Dovya Blacque (Ed.)
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My favourite part of the term "T'hy'la is the fact that despite it being a Vulcan bond that seems sorta profound and meaning so many things, it is only used in the context of Kirk and Spock's relationship.
I'm about 80% sure that no two other individuals in the Star Trek universe refer to each other as T'hy'la once. It's purely a Kirk and Spock thing. Sure, maybe that's because a lot of crew's have other stories to be telling other than Vulcan bonds but still- it's interesting.
You'd think that even a Vulcan pair that shows up once would at least throw the term around. Like casually slipping that they're t'hy'la. It's a canon phrase, albeit in the TMP novel, but still- canon.
Anyways! That was just my silly thought of the day! I just found it a bit funny that Spirk gets this special silly phrase to themselves. And that Star Trek hasn't once tried to shove two males [or females] as purely platonic t'hy'la and then have a male and female pair be romantic t'hy'la to try and make it straight.
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@practicefortheheart I are collabing! For this piece, I wrote a 500-word fic, and Nina drew a beautiful piece inspired by it! Next, Nina will draw and I will write inspired by their art!
See their INCREDIBLE art here:
And read the fic below!
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Homesick
The flower sparkles with dew, its thousands of concentric yellow petals mesmerizing, calling Jim to kneel beside it. It reminds him of Earth's sun, Iowa summers, though he is further from his childhood home than he has ever been. Further than any man has ever been, in fact.
"Captain," Spock says, casting a shadow over the flower before Jim even lifts his eyes. "It would be unwise to fall too far behind the landing party."
The voices of Jim’s crewmates echo off the trees and into the depths of this strange and alien forest, as their bright uniforms disappear behind the foliage. They have a mission on this planet. They always do.
"Join me," Jim says. He scoots to the side, and motions to the spot where his knees have left wet indents in the loam and soil.
Spock hesitates. But he’s used to Jim's whims by now, maybe even fond of indulging them. He tucks his tricorder to his chest and kneels, letting the dappled sunlight through the canopy once again shine over the flower. It's the only one like it in this clutch of grass, in the whole forest as far as Jim can tell.
Jim wonders if it's lonely.
"I wanted to pick it," Jim murmurs, as Spock reaches forward to touch a light fingertip to an even lighter petal. "But I don't see any others. Can you imagine if my sentimentality eradicated an entire species of flora?" He chuckles to himself, smiles.
"You are feeling sentimental?" Spock asks. He withdraws his touch, a glimmer of dew clinging to his finger.
"Always," Jim admits. “I’ve been homesick.” He tilts his head to look at Spock, how beautiful and calm he is, how close.
Spock nods, understanding as he understands everything about Jim, that Jim wouldn't trade his life of exploration for anything.
“It is an aesthetically pleasing specimen,” Spock says, which isn't what he actually means. He means ‘I hear you. I see you. I am here with you.’
A curious call echoes through the trees, no doubt the landing party realizing their superior officers have strayed. And Jim closes his eyes, sighs. Reluctantly, he puts his hands on his knees and shoves himself to his feet.
“They're ringing the dinner bell, Mister Spock,” he says. But Spock is stuck in place beside the little flower. Before Jim can even think to stop him, Spock reaches forward and plucks the bloom at its stem with a tiny snap.
“Spock!” Jim practically gasps. Spock stands, unfazed.
“I have observed many of these plants budding throughout the forest. This one is not the last of its kind, merely the first to bloom.” Almost childlike, he holds the flower out to Jim. “You will enjoy it.”
Jim stares at the flower for all of a moment before the blush rises on his cheeks. He reaches out. Their fingers brush. He doesn't let go of the flower, and neither does Spock, and their eyes lock and Jim’s heart flutters, and suddenly --
Suddenly, Jim isn't homesick at all.
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