Benefits Of Forming Healthy Relationships In A Small Town: Mechanic Gives You A Ride Home So You Don't

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.’”

The Ithaca Mandate: Chapter 14 [Snippet]

VESHARI FREIGHTER NAQ’OTAH: 5 Years Earlier

Judith cast her attention out the grimy freighter windows. In the distance, another vessel hovered in the gap between stars. She was so far off that she looked little more than a specter–a vestige of alabaster against velvety black, a shiver of movement in the void. The red bloom of her engines was just starting to grow, expanding as if to obscure her from the insolent violation of Judith’s gaze. Ithaca had arrived six days before Ardent to render aid to the stricken freighter, but her presence there was grudging, a sour token of compliance to her Captain’s demands. Judith could sense the great ship’s resentment in the way she loomed, her colossal impatience pulsing across the expanse in time to her engines’ ominous burgeoning glow. The red swelled until it encompassed her entirely, and then with a violent flare Ithaca was gone, snapped out of existence as though she had never been there at all. Her departure seemed almost petulant, her sudden absence so striking it stole the air from Judith’s lungs and returned it to them molten. She stared at the empty place where Ithaca had been, blistered and breathless, unsettled by an instinct she couldn’t define.

On Writing & Rarepairs

One of my favorite aspects of writing characters is really trying to get into how their minds might work--and when it comes to pairings, I greatly enjoy making something out of nothing.

Prior to 2023, I wasn't a Star Trek fan. I had seen the newer movies, and as a lifelong sci-fi nerd, they were fun to watch, but I always preferred Stargate and Farscape. I've historically been one to connect with characters who are "different"--Seven, Scorpius, Airiam, Saru--and I was in the midst of a particularly bad mental health spiral when I happened to turn on Star Trek: Picard. Seven of Nine was immediately someone that piqued my interest, not only because she was canonically LGBTQ, but because she was clearly someone that had a backstory. This led me to Voyager, because I wanted to see that backstory.

Shipping Janeway and Seven dragged me out of a 6 year writing hiatus, and I started working on a fanfic, though I never intended to post it, and I never finished it.

In 2024, I started Discovery, and was completely unprepared for how much S2E09 would mess me up. I'm a sucker for a tragic character on a good day. Make it a character we didn't know much about, then add an emotional scene between her and the female lead who barely ever interacted and apparently this is all it takes--that and being a bit grouchy about rare pair voids. For the first time since 2017 I was able to not only write something, but FINISH writing it. And then write and finish five more. More than that, I was actually happy with how they turned out, and how my writing evolved as they went from a one-shot to the longest thing I'd ever written.

Sometimes it seemed strange to Burnham, feeling that Airiam was beautiful. She suspected not everyone did, that they might see Michael as defective or faulty for feeling that way about someone–some thing–like that. She knew from the outside it was easy to forget Airiam had once been human, had once looked just like every other human aboard Discovery, but they only ever saw the augmentations the Commander couldn't hide beneath the trim navy and silver Starfleet uniform. They couldn't see the rest, the places where metal and machine fused into the organic remnants of a woman who had lost far more than just her life.

Brains are weird, and they latch onto weird things. As terrible as I consider Discovery overall, I can't complain about the fact that it was able to bring something back to me I hadn't been able to do in many years. The fact that it has now also translated into letting me write my own original fiction again, and allowed me to get back into the HABIT of writing again, is something I will be forever weirdly grateful for. The last time I finished an original piece was 2007. I'm looking forward to changing that next month <3

Me reading anything anyone has written about Airiam. Also people commenting about what I write about Airiam 🙃

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

I can appreciate soft Seven, but badass Seven is much more fun 🥲

for your consideration: seven’s soft ponytail

WIP Drawing of Gestalt Genesis: Ardent.

Gestalt: Genesis Class Crew Complement: 480 The “right hand” of the Sojourner class, Ardent is responsible for terraforming newly created planets. She carries the Location and Material Induction system that pinpoints locations suitable for star formation and transmits coordinates to Ithaca. Due to the LMI system’s extreme power requirements, Ardent is heavily shielded but carries no weapons.

In the distance, there was a gap in the glimmer of the stars. The sparks of countless more refracted off of something sleek and black. Thin veins of light traced impossible contours in layers of glowing white, and flashes of amber erupted and rippled outward when pieces of Ithaca’s wreckage got a bit too close. Another shaft of light slashed through the darkness, across the window, trained on something that streaked past Ithaca’s wing and then stopped to hover near the rubble of her bow.

A red glow bloomed from somewhere aft, and the shadow came about, close enough to take shape. Judith’s pulse thrummed in her ears. She recognized those lines. The iridescent ebony skin of the hull. The broad, hammerhead wings of the stern and the long, sleek prow that tapered into a wedge.

Ardent.

🙋‍♀️...particularly when Emma dragged Regina into the closet after Henry ate the apple turnover 🔥😬😬

Who else?

Why don't I remember this...

Star Trek: Discovery S3E8 The Sanctuary | "You can peel off a part of his face if you want."

❤️

they hate when you are the family disappointment

Every time I make popcorn, the animals in this house make me feel like Snow White.

Thank God the turkeys live outside or I'd be making a whole extra bowl.