Please Enjoy My Bird Admiring His Likeness I Drew For Him Because He Is The Best.

Say what you want, but USS Discovery is by far the most beautiful Star Trek ship, and there aren't enough pics of it out there. That side by side with the Enterprise though... <3

And for a fic writer in this fandom, it's also damn hard to describe that spore drive jump without a few picture references.

Look, she's not even crying!

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY - S2E2 New Eden

Snippet of a new WIP I didn't need to start...

“What happened to your truck?”

The woman leaned a bit, like she’d just noticed the damage.

“Dunno,” she answered, leaning back with a frown. “Found it that way.”

Taryn dropped the bag in the bed, then clapped the dust from her palms.

“Looks like an animal got it.”

The woman shrugged.

“S’pose it does,” she said.

“Some kinda grizzly?” Taryn asked, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking one hip out to the side.

“Could be.”

“You don’t seem real concerned,” Taryn remarked with a lopsided smirk.

The woman shrugged again.

“Not my truck.”

Taryn didn’t say anything more for a moment, the pair of them studying the scrapes. She glanced over just once to get a glimpse of the woman, of the way she tilted her head like in thought. She should leave it alone. But she pushed anyway.

“You got cameras at your place?”

The change in the woman was immediate. Her head snapped around. Her face became edgy and hard.

“Why?” she demanded.

Taryn wasn’t ready for the sharp note of suspicion.

“You got a grizzly you prob’ly should know,” she explained. “What if it comes after you?”

The woman seemed to relax. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and spun the ring once around a finger. It landed in her palm and she closed it.

“Ain’t got grizzlies up there,” she said, and this time, she seemed almost to chuckle.

“This whole area’s got grizzlies,” Taryn countered. She waved toward the store. “My boss hit one just last week.”

Another shrug.

“Won’t hit any grizzlies drivin’ up there.”

Taryn raised her brows and gave up.

“Thanks for loadin’ me up,” said the woman, and she tossed out a light smirk and pulled on the door handle. Taryn watched as she climbed into the seat, flinching a bit when the door clattered shut. The woman looked small as she leaned out the window and glanced back at her. “See you next week.”

The truck choked for a second and then roared back to life. Black smoke spat out of the tailpipe. Taryn backed up a step, waving the cloud out of her face.

“Yeah,” she called out over the ruckus. “I’ll be here like always.”

The woman nodded, then rolled up the window. The truck clunked into gear and lurched forward. It grumbled when she reached the hill at the end of the driveway, then splashed through the pothole on the shoulder. Taryn’s eyes followed it until it disappeared behind the bend in the road, and only when the sound of its engine faded back into silence did she turn back to the mill to close up.

This was THE specific moment I started shipping them 🥲

@frozenmemories1987

For years, Burnham’s subsistence had consumed it.

This time, though, its obsession had brought it too close.

It was easy enough to inject the codes and create the protocols she needed to guide it. But the process was delicate, conducted in increments in the years she’d lurked on board. There were times she had wanted to push, to move faster and save more ships. But discretion was key–her influence could only be gradual, dispersed across timelines that coincided with new batches of data lest it ever suspect an intruder.

Control was smart, its processes swift and its analyses improving with every moment. It would outpace her soon enough, learning faster than she could, and if it ever caught wind of her presence, she had no doubts about what it would do to her.

The Commander whose face it still wore was indication enough of that.

A shiver passed through her at the thought of possession, at the depraved violation of Airiam’s last moments alive, and she shrugged the coil of cables onto her shoulder.

Control reviewed that memory often, as if it were searching for something.

Or maybe it simply enjoyed it.

She moved through the doorway, back into the corridor. It would not do to dwell on worries and what-ifs when Discovery and Burnham were finally within reach. The room she’d set up as her station was near, and she still had two hours before Control would wake again.

It was plenty of time.

Starfleet would hear her.

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I'll begin posting this one soon :)

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.

Truer words have never been written!

"And fuckin' up motherfuckers is my game."

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.

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!

Omg <3

seven of nine but make it punk or whatever

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 9 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/162671227

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."