Snippet From The Ithaca Mandate

Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

“Judith,” Lyris argued, stepping forward and taking one of her hands. She folded it between her own. Judith looked down at it for a moment, the distant memory of the sight from a time long ago reforming in her mind. Lyris ducked her head a bit until their eyes connected again. “We have to keep this crew safe. We are their only chance–do you understand?”

“This isn’t about the crew.”

“Yes it is,” Lyris insisted. “And it’s also about you.”

“I don’t understand,” Judith pleaded.

“You will,” the Commander replied, squeezing her hand. “I promise, you will. But I have to get them out. I have to get you out, Judith. No matter the cost.”

“Ithaca is dying, Lyris,” Judith said weakly.

Lyris’ grip on her hand became crushing. She raised her chin, her jaw jutting outward and tensing in the seconds before she spoke. The voltaic growl when she did sent a shiver through to Judith’s core.

“And I’ll make her rend every fleck of metal from my bones before I let her take you with her.”

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Synopsis:

When Lieutenant Judith Quinn is jolted out of stasis by Commander Lyris to find their starship crippled and adrift, she’s dragged into a nightmare unlike any she’s ever known. But as they work to piece together what brought Ithaca to her knees and salvage what remains, Judith feels an unsettling shift in her Commander. The woman she once knew—once loved—is different, marked by the accident that drove them apart, burdened by the augmentations that keep her together, and driven by a desperation that feels frighteningly personal.

As the ship descends into ruin and old feelings transform into a lifeline, Judith must confront the disturbing realization that the real danger may lie not in the wreckage surrounding them, but in how much of herself she will abandon to reconnect with what matters the most.

b'elanna and kes look like a lesbian couple lecturing the other parents at a pta dinner about the dangers of book-banning and the lack of vegetarian options in the school lunches. b'elanna does the lecturing. kes has already slipped laxatives into an obnoxious dad's soup.

You ever write a really awesome sentence and then just stare at it for a while like, "Damn. I wrote that?!"

And then every other sentence ends up looking like a drunk text and you realize you've somehow offended yourself.

The real MVP here, carrying me through another major life event. 15 years with this dude and I'm so grateful for every moment he's here.

My father's Honor Walk was held yesterday, and we are able to move forward now. I try to take comfort in the knowledge that he may save at least three lives, but the experience and attention that comes with being the family of a donor has been quite overwhelming for someone who is an introvert and a recluse on a good day.

I've gotten a bit of headspace to finish up the next chapter of Subversion Theory as I try to have some moments to take my mind off everything. It's been difficult not to have this outlet, and I suppose that's why I'm writing this here. My father was more well-known and more well-liked than I ever knew, and fielding calls and messages between the three of us has been exhausting. I am grateful to have a night of quiet in my home with my pets and some space to breathe and process on my own before the actual service this weekend.

Still, my mind is on something else as well.

My father was an engineer--someone who enjoyed solving problems as much as creating problems to solve--and in classic fashion, upon searching for his credentials to access his computer, etc., my brother and I found what appears to be a 100+ page long cypher.

I'm uncertain which is more likely: he left it for us to solve because it's important, or he left it for us to think we needed to solve it but it's actually nothing important at all.

In either case--that's my dad ❤️

This is beautiful.

“Remember”

Many, many months ago now, I asked what Janeway outfits people wanted me to draw … and then I didn’t really do any drawing. But I finally finished this!

This outfit from “Remember” was suggested by @thresholdbb as well as @darksideofthecoffeebean who specifically mentioned playing the instrument. @prettypinkdork said “Mortal Coil” which is the same outfit, though I will get to drawing a shot from that episode too.

There is too much white in this outfit. Lol. It didn’t help that I was also doing a drawing of my brother in a white button-down at the same time.

I’m not sure what I’ll draw next, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to suggest them!

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 6 Posted

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

When it's Friday and you realize you finally have time to write more fanfictions...

Kelpien Folklore Snippet from Subversion Theory's Upcoming Chapter

“The elders taught us that Hell was a moon that fell into the sea. For seven days the water boiled, and when it finally cooled, the tides carried the moon back to the shore as stones. When the first Kelpiens left the sea and walked upon the shore, the stones cut their feet and they bled. So they fashioned hard soles to walk over the stones, but the stones lodged in the tread and were carried across the world. "Now we say, ‘One cannot know the peace of soft earth if they have never walked upon sharp stones. And if ever you walk with light feet, pray it is not that the stones have been lost, but that you have learned how to carry them.’”

I've refused to start watching this show until I finish my stories so I don't end up with more crossovers, but...

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS S01E01 | Strange New Worlds

AND ONE MORE THING.

5 years ago the internet told me that turkeys don't lay eggs for more than a month...that was an inaccurate assessment D=