Only A Few More Hours Until We Meet Again, Oh Mighty Dining Car ❤️

3-Day Weekend Incoming!

& all the writing goals I've got planned =D

This was the worst and most tiring work week, but I somehow still managed to get Subversion Theory's new chapter up, and The Measure of Logic's should be up sometime tomorrow.

The Ithaca Mandate is nearing completion as well, and I'll be looking for beta readers for that in the near future. If you're interested in sapphic hard sci-fi romance and speculative fiction, please reach out to me.

The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow is my newbie and the lowest priority, since I haven't even finished outlining it yet, but she, too is coming along nicely ^^

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

for your consideration: seven’s soft ponytail

Oh my god how is he so cute ALL THE TIME.

And he just sits here, happy as a clam, while I'm writing.

It was never an option... [The Measure of Logic: J/7]

Another snippet from "The Measure of Logic."

Janeway didn’t need protection–she’d never needed that–but Seven couldn’t overlook her own compulsion to provide it. Perhaps it was a desire for control–an affinity the likes of which the blonde knew both women shared. Perhaps it was merely an aversion to the sense of abandonment she’d foolishly allowed to creep into her system from the first time Tuvok had implored that Voyager leave her Captain behind. That same fear, compounded when she’d learned that Janeway had agreed, had all but sent Seven of Nine tumbling over the precipice of a neurosis she had never known to exist before then. It was never an option to leave the Captain alone on the planet. The concept was incomprehensible, Voyager’s plans advancing into a foreign, unintelligible language that even the Borg could not have successfully translated.

Conversations I've had with my bird in the last 24 hours:

"You cannot eat the power cable."

"I need my arrow key back, please."

"Please stop eating my desk."

"Is there a rule that says you MUST poop on my laptop screen?"

"You need to get down off the ceiling fan."

"I need my shift key back, please."

"Can you please teach your friend that he is capable of flying OUT of the bedroom instead of just flying into it and then screaming when we aren't with him?"

"Please stop serenading the dog."

"It looks like someone exploded a feather pillow in here."

"Please stop sending unintelligible messages to my friends, and I need my enter key back, please."

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USS Discovery Bridge | Star Trek Ambience

USS Discovery without the terrible writing and cornball acting.

When I really need to get into the space-writing zone, this is where I go 🙃

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.

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.

Benefits of forming healthy relationships in a small town: Mechanic gives you a ride home so you don't have to wait 4 hours for your wheel bearings the next morning 🥹❤️

New York went from winter, to flood season, to "the grass is taller than my Pyrenees" in the span of two weeks.

It's no wonder people say the Northeast is grumpy.