WIP Drawing Of Gestalt Genesis: Ardent.

Oh my god.

Too many humans. Too many dogs. Not enough birds.

Seasons in NY have even less of an attention span than I do. Will it be winter? Spring? Is that my horse or a mud beast season? Invasive European Starlings swarming and making my house look like it needs an exorcism season? Nobody knows.

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."

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're gonna have to do better than that. If you come after me one more time, I'm coming back for the rest of this tree."

Once Upon a Time - Season 1, Episode 2: The Thing You Love Most (2011)

I drew Voyager after Janeway gets done with it.

Poor thing. It's traumatized.

A note about updates

Writing has always been my solace. It has gotten me through good times and bad. Tonight I learned my father passed away, which will understandably shift my update schedules as my mother and my brother and I work to process this news.

I remain committed to finishing my works, as I still have many stories to tell. Writing is my own form of therapy, of catharsis--my form of escaping the stresses of daily life which now seem small and trivial compared to what I reflect on tonight.

Though I have not yet absorbed what's happened, I can say while I am still here tonight and still functioning for the moment that I implore you always take photos and videos of your loved ones. Save the funny voicemails and voice notes. Cherish them like the treasures that they are because one day the real thing may be gone in the blink of an eye, and they may be all you have. I am grateful for my foresight to have done so with my father. I had not spoken with him in a few weeks, but I know now that if I need to hear him, to see him in some form, I can.

I am fortunate to have lived 34 years on this earth before needing to face this loss. There are many who lose one or both parents much sooner. I am fortunate that he and my mother raised me to be independent, to be free-thinking, and to live openly as a LGBT woman, and that they always loved and supported me in spite of how they might have struggled to understand it. But know that no matter how long you have with your family, your friends, or your pets--it is plainly, simply, never enough time.

I am grateful to everyone who has followed my stories. I am grateful for your kudos, your comments, and your presence. Your support is meaningful, it has value, and I am grateful.

Writing has served to keep me going more than once over the years. It will do so again, and it will be especially important to me now.

Thank you for reading.

That feeling when your favorite character is so not popular that you start to get self conscious about tagging things because yours are the only recent ones showing up...

Whoops.

Winter: -Does winterish things-

The Northeast: "HOW DARE YOU???"

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

It's my main dude Ira's 15th hatch day today 🥹❤️