This Was My Favorite Discovery Of This Past Year.

Please enjoy my bird admiring his likeness I drew for him because he is the best.

A snippet from my current work in progress, The Ithaca Mandate.

Genre mix: Sci-Fi, WLW Romance, Psychological Thriller

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.

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic

Sneak peek of one of my favorite sections from later in this fic.

A hardness overcame Seven then, the alloys in her spine chaining her fractured emotions back together in some grotesque distortion of what Janeway had always insisted they could be. Was this what it meant to be human? This labyrinth of consternation and insecurity and doubt? To feel, from one moment to the next, while drowning under the gravity of her inability to draw any meaningful connections between them? What was the purpose? Janeway found her then, and Seven realized she had dropped into a crouch closer to the habitat floor. The tentative ghost of a palm encapsulated her knee as the Captain crouched before her and Seven carefully deflected its benevolence by righting herself. She feared the touch would melt the metal of the implant concealed beneath the biosuit and burn them both. “Must...you always…touch me?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/158729248

Winter: -Does winterish things-

The Northeast: "HOW DARE YOU???"

Me, while defrosting: "My characters shall also suffer this sub-zero misery."

Definitely not me over here photoshopping Airiam into a villain or anything...

Her core structures were much the same, her eyes were still blue and the shapes of the plating along her face identical to what Michael remembered. The colors, though, were different–black, charcoal, white and gold. The white threading of her uniform moved almost seamlessly into the synthetics around her lips and nose, the dark fabric melting into the inky black planes of her neck and throat. She was taller, more imposing somehow, but the stately, proud Airiam Michael knew was absent. This one's eyes, her very being, seemed altogether broken. Like the Airiam in the brig, she was in pain, too. But this one's pain was much different and it could not be helped.

Snippet from fic 4 "Breaking Free" of my Airiam series, and I've been wanting to do this photo edit for a while. I finally found some time, and even though the new idea I've got floating around in my head is a ways off, I am very excited to be able to write her as a villain ^^

This version is also the one I envision in "The Measure of Logic."

...I don't know why I'm like this.

For the Optics full series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4208095

Rating: Mature (occasional NSFW, with plots)

Relationship: Airiam x Michael Burnham

Fandoms: Star Trek Discovery x Star Trek Voyager

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 13 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/165480391

“You’ve done this before,” Janeway said in something tight and quiet like a whisper. “It is a logical remedy to attempt.” The Captain smiled a bit. “Always logic with you, is it?” she asked. Seven’s hand stilled, just for a second, while she contemplated the answer. “Not always.”

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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."

Snippet from my newbie that will start hitting AO3 in the next month or so

“I had to scuttle Hood today.” Michael exhaled, the heel of her palm digging into her forehead. She remembered the way Tilly had sounded in her call earlier that day. Broken. Hollow. That intractable optimism she’d tried so hard to hold onto when serving on Discovery was distant now, worn thin and feeble over time, every transmission more defeated than the last. Michael hadn’t wanted to give her up, hadn’t wanted to send her away. She worried for her, for the things that could happen now, the things beyond her control. But Starfleet was desperate for another captain–for someone brilliant and stubborn like Tilly, who wouldn’t mind the oldest, shittiest end of the Starfleet stick. The only vessel to survive the attack on the museum. The only one not connected to the core at the time. The only one Control hadn’t even tried to take, to corrupt or destroy, because she was just too goddamned old. But Franklin could fly, and that was all that mattered. If anyone could keep her alive in this kind of fight, it was Tilly.

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Michael Burnham / Airiam, Michael Burnham / Control, Michael Burnham / Nhan

Synopsis:

Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Starfleet and the Federation are on the brink. Planet after planet is falling to Control, every attack more devastating than the last. There are no patterns, no viable solutions to stop the carnage, and with their resources dwindling, the last Federation starships are at risk of being corrupted themselves.

But when the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham is forced to decide whether their new source is truly an ally–or if Control is luring the Federation’s last bastion of hope into a trap.

Kirk: Federation law is very clear on this

Kirk: (Proceeds to do whatever he wants anyway)

Picard: Federation law is very clear on this but I’m a very creative reader

Janeway: Guys you’re not going to believe this; Federation law has fucking NOTHING relevant to this current situation but I’m going to read 20 hours of other captain’s logs to make sure. Buckle up though because we’re probably going to do some buckwild shit after the commercial break

Oh no. Why did I do this to myself?

How about six of them...?

YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!