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YEAHHHHHH HAPPY PRIDE YA'LL!!!!
(currently reading 2 queer graphic novels at once, in the first one, the protag is openly lesbian with a gf and her friend is in a gay relationship, and in the second one there is a gnc protag and a pan or polysexual protag, with an absolutely AMAZING WONDERFUL GREAT transmasc commander/general who binds and is trying to find hormones)
So i'm having a great time.
Happy Pride Month!!!
Ok but I’m still not over THE TITAN BEING BI-GENDER HDHDJFJFJ. Like I knew The Owl House was amazing, but I didn’t know it was this amazing. It’s just, I’ve never seen a character in a show before be multigendered, and as a gender-fluid person it’s nice to see a character that’s not just one gender. I don’t know, it just means a lot to me. Anyways, I love King and his silly bi-gender dad <3
You can pull TransFem Maki from my cold. dead. hands. 👁️👁️
I dare you
Anyways TransFem Maki because for some illegitimate reason it actually makes sense to me.
TransFem Maki who:
After being trained like a man (eugh 🤢men 🤮) for the former part of her life, had her egg cracked after learning about female sorcerers.
*HC that it's compulsory for kids in the Zen'in Clan to learn about all types female sorcerer but they yada yada the hell out of female sorcerers because bigotry and fragile masculinity
**HAHAAA THE BIGGEST F-U TO THE ZEN'IN CLAN BEING GROWN UP TRANSFEM MAKI IS MAKING ME WEEEEEAK
Was probably bullied and ridiculed by her make family members (especially that bitch Naoya 😒) until she got into Jujutsu High and was able to flourish under the guidance of (cough transmasc cough) Satoru Gojo.
Maintains her rough personality (Because we all know that a quiet complacent woman is NOT!!! what Maki is) because that's who she is, and that helped her get a lot of respect among her peers.
Felt more accepted and more like herself when she was around more queer kids (and certain faculty memebers)
Still loves fighting and working out like she did in her old clan but now she can let herself flourish and plow down the stereotypes that were pushed up on her and ingrained her in from a young age
Always looks out for her friends (despite being as scary as she is) and is ready to crash out throw down when needed (see JJK0 and Tokyo v Kyoto games)
So anyway I made Bunny Swanson in Picrew character creator. It was a 20's model in Spanish.
Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1904563
Bunny Swanson
What do you think?
Lmao I'm glad he said it too. Barney needed to be taking down like 10notvhes a LOOONG time ago.
Like Striking a Match part A is up now!
And you’re gonna wanna know what J just said lol ;)
MY book-'Levitating Towards You'- is out on Wattpad. The username is-@Jeonlalisa2323
I go by the name- Sam🌈
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I am also on AO3 by the Username-Paint_the_sky_18. This story is posted there too.
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Trailer-
"𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦?"
"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘪? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰. 𝘉𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦."
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'𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵?'
'𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴?'
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'𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘈𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨."
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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦....."
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"𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦."
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"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦."
"𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵?"
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🖤It's inspired from that BL series 'Fish upon the sky ', but with my own fanfiction story. You are welcome to read as it's my first book and let me know what you think.
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Basic starting premise for another story that takes place in my multiverse
An ageless loli Neko-Kin ( Cat-Girl ) professor along with their mysterious femme fatal alien body-guard, a queer exiled vampire noble and their ghostly former demon-hunter companion walk into out-of-the-way shire-like village during the harvest festival where they intended to have a nice jovial night of drinking and fun only to have the night interrupted by the arrival of two terrified young children on the verge of death who flee into the festival pleading for help to save their mother from a monster they claim has taken over their home and trapped their mother inside. The village elders request that the 4 strangers ( The professor, her body-guard, the vampire noble, and their ghostly companion ) go and aid the children in the rescuing of their mother and defeat the monster. One of the village residents named Oskar Lochlan ( an Anam-Forge Gunslinger ) with a disturbing past agrees to join them in aiding the children and so together the group sets out as the children lead the way back to their house that dwells along the side of long-forgotten path on which no one ever travels anymore.
P.S. = I am always looking for those who are interested in helping me create something beautiful, bring ideas to life and hopefully expand the amount of LGBTQIA+ media out there at the same time. If you are interested or would like to talk then please contact me here on Tumblr. Thank you all for your time.
Here is a brief description of another part of my multiverse in which all my writings take place.
ESCAPING HOME:
Written by
Lillian Ashcroft
22 November 2021
A small group of super-powered kids and teens are forced to fight for their lives after an evil corporation known as Xen-Vulleriss invades locks down and kills all the adults in their small island town. Xen-Vulleriss is drawn to the town by the youngest of the kids accidentally using his devastating power at school during an altercation with some school staff resulting in the kid being taken into custody and placed in the local lock-up. During the night Xen-Vulleriss invades in hopes of capturing the all super-powered kids in the town. Xen-Vulleriss proceeds to kill all the adults in town leaving it up to the older kids in the town to protect the younger kids as they try to escape their island home and go get help from the outside world. At the end of the story, the group of survivors will make discoveries that will change the course of human history forever as dark truths are revealed and mysterious events begin to play out on a global scale.
This story is intended to be part of an ever-expanding cinematic universe that deals heavily with ideas and themes ranging from Multiversal conflict and inter-dimensional travel to concepts such as aliens and eldritch gods. Themes regarding the LGBTQIA+ community will also play a heavy role in this cinematic multiverse.
Demons and Drag pt. 4
Jem is sitting on their couch peacefully sipping their tea and watching Anitri swoon over the guys on TV when Surri walks into the room, phone in hand and a bored look on her face.
“Anitri, quit your drooling, we’ve got a job.”
Anitri whined and slide off the couch onto the floor.
“Do we have to go now? They’re almost to the part where they get shirtless.”
Jem groaned and turned off the TV, making Anitri yell.
“What’re y’all doing this time?” Jem said putting the remote behind them so Anitri wouldn’t grab it.
Surri glanced up from her phone and leaned on the wall.
“We were told that this guy; Mickey, they call him, is testing lethal injections on randos on the street. Has been for about two years, but the cops turn a blind eye cause he’s a white pretty boy.”
Jem’s brow lowered as their look of mild interest shifted to utter disgust. Jem looked away for a few seconds before their face lit up with what appeared to be an idea.
“Can I come?”
Surri was taken aback.
Not by the question itself, but the fact that Jem asked. Jem doesn’t ask for anything.
“Uhhh, sure? I guess it’s fine, but you got to bring something to defend yourself.”
Surri just looked at Jem.
Waiting.
Waiting to see what they came up with.
And much to Surri’s surprise, Jem reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a bat.
“Let’s go.” They said, and mad their way to the door.
“Where the Hell did that come from” Anitri called from the floor.
Surri shook of her surprise and walked over to her brother and pulled him of the ground by his jacket.
“Listen to the scary Enby.”
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Jem, Anitri, and Surri were sitting at the bar of Meh discussing there plan.
“So when we find Mickey, Anitri will walk up to him and act like the twink he is. If our source is correct, Mickey will be to enthralled to notice us anything around him, so we can shoot the dart and it will inject the poison.” Surri explained. “Any question?”
Jem shook their head and glanced towards Anitri, who was touching up his hair in the bar mirror.
“Sis, what if the source is wrong?”
Surri pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.
“Well we’ll be there if anything goes wrong, if he doesn’t have a react to you ‘wiles’” Jem gags “then just distract him until I can get a clear shot” Surri told him.
He turns to face her.
“It’ll be fine, we got you.”
He glances at Jem and they nod.
“Lets do this.”
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They’re strolling down the street, Anitri in a grey sweater and shorts, his hair swept to the side, his tail swaying, and his glasses slumped forward in his nose.
Surri was in her normal black dress, but with a dark, red jacket today. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, showing the tattoo on her neck. A spider with an M on the thorax. In her jacket was her concealed dart gun.
Jem was wearing a green tank top and maroon pants under a long trench coat which concealed their bat. They had their hair tucked away in a moss green beanie.
“What does this guy look like again?” Jem asked, tucking a of green back into their hat.
“A Kyle.” Surri said.
Jem snorted a laugh while Anitri shuddered.
They turned a corner and they saw a guy wearing a tank and shorts, holding a kitten and a syringe. He looked as if he was about to use it on the kitten, which was meowing and squirming.
Surri watched as Jem shot forward and smacked the guy in the back of the head with their bat.
He dropped the cat and it scampered into a nearby bush.
“What the hell!!!” The guy said, turning towards the group, and Jem hit him again, this time in the face.
The guy, who Surri could now tell was Mickey hit the deck.
Jem just kept smacking the guy, muttering about how sick you have to be to try and harm an innocent kitten.
Anitri shook off his shock and rushed forward to pull her away from the now bloody and battered Mickey.
Jem huffed, handed the bat to Anitri and calmly walked over to the bush the kitten hid in.
While Jem looked through the bush, Surri walked up to the pile of blood and limbs that was Mickey, who was surprisingly enough still breathing.
Anitri looked at her, a question in his eyes.
She looked from Anitri, back to the battered form. With a roll of her eyes, she drew her gun and shot the dude in the forehead.
Anitri and Surri watched as the form shook and then stilled. Anitri was the first to walk over to Jem, who was now sitting on the ground next to the bush with a wiggly, ginger furball.
Anitri sat next to them and looked at the kitten. It had a scar above it’s right eye, which was green, the other eye being brown. It had a clump of thick fur in the middle of his head that looked like a Mohawk.
Jem held him up to show Anitri. Surri also turned to pay attention.
“This is Westley. He will be comin home with us.”
Surri gave a confused look.
‘Another cat?’ she thought to herself.
Surri crouched to get a better look at the kitten. He mewed at her in the tiniest little cat voice she’d ever heard and Surri decided that this cat was her new favorite roommate.
Another Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow
“Hey,” Taryn called as the door groaned open. The woman looked over her shoulder, her expression back to the familiar one of worry it always wore. Taryn walked up while she climbed into the truck, leaning an arm against the top of the door. She used her chin to gesture at the back seat. “You the only one we got here that buys that powder.”
In the seat, the woman tensed. She didn’t speak right away, and the gaze she fixed on Taryn made her believe she’d just asked something very, very wrong.
“You best be glad ‘bout that,” she told Taryn finally. The way her voice had gone low left her uneasy. “In fact,” she added, face more serious than Taryn had ever seen it, “if you notice anyone else start buyin’ it–you let me know. Y’hear?”
Taryn looked at her strangely and chuckled.
“I ain’t the sort to go ‘round discussin’ people’s purchases with others, Miss,” she said.
“I said you let me know.”
The grin faded from Taryn’s face, and she pushed back off the door frame.
“You’re serious, ain’t you?” she asked, eyeing her.
The woman stared for a couple seconds, then pulled the door shut with a clank. The truck roared to life and she leaned toward the passenger side, rummaging through the glove box for a moment. The window rolled down, and before Taryn realized what was happening, she’d thrust a business card into her hand.
“That’s my phone number,” she explained, eyes flicking to the card and back to Taryn’s. She nodded at it. “It’s a landline. Only way you gon’ reach me. Leave a message if I don’t answer. Keep callin’ and leavin’ ‘em ‘til I call back.”
Taryn’s mouth opened and closed a few times, confused and troubled by the odd exchange. She blinked down at the card. She recognized the name of the farm.
When she looked back up, the woman was still watching her.
“You tol’ me last week you don’t gotta drive far,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She held up the card. “But this is the ol’ Sterling place. That’s thirty miles from here.”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout that,” the woman warned, shaking her head and dropping the truck into gear.
“‘Bout your lyin’, you mean?” Taryn asked with a frown.
“Ain’t important.”
“You lyin’ ‘bout something small like that sure make it seem important.”
“You just worry ‘bout that powder, an’ tellin’ me if it ain’t me buyin’ it.”
Taryn held her gaze, then shrugged and shoved the card into her jacket pocket.
“Fine,” she said, tugging her beanie lower on her head. “I don’t know what you on about, but if I see anyone else buyin’ it, I’ll give you a call.” She pulled a face, wondering if she’d misinterpreted the woman’s nature and questioning if she just might, in fact, be crazy.
“You promise?”
The way she asked it–quieter again, and very worried–gave Taryn pause. Her own face softened at the edges, and she nodded.
“Sure, Miss,” she told her, smiling again. “Yeah. I promise.”
“You keep your promises?”
“Sure do,” Taryn said with a stern nod, almost offended by the implication she wouldn't.
“Good.”
Taryn chuckled again, stepping back.
“You drive safe, now,” she said.
“I will,” the woman replied. Then, with a smirk of her own, “That’s a promise.”
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Synopsis:
Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.
Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.
Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.
Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.
Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow. Something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling farm.
And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.
Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow
On the dryer, the old tabby cat she’d inherited with the apartment was coiled tight into a wad of scraggy fur on a pile of clean clothes she’d folded and forgotten to put away. He purred in his sleep, oblivious to her presence in his soundless, elderly world, so she tapped twice on the fabric to let him know she was home. He blinked and unfurled, long and ribby, mouth gaping open in a nearly-toothless yawn. She held out her hand and he bumped his head against it, then turned in a circle and curled back up on the clothes.
“Rough day?” she asked him, smirking as she rolled the towels and laid them in the cabinet beneath the sink. “Must be nice, freeloadin’ like you are. Ain’t even got the good graces to hear me when I’m talkin’.”
From the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the bag of prescription cat food, dropping a couple scoops into the bowl she kept on the shelf behind the washer and dryer, then wetting it with water from the sink. The tabby watched her, blinking slow and uninterested as she worked, then yawned again when she was done.
For a few seconds, Taryn stood there with her hands on her hips, same as she always did, waiting for the cat to decide whether or not to waste the food, same as he always had.
“Heck with ya,” she said after a minute, then flipped the switch for the fan and the light over the tub. “But I ain’t leavin’ it out all night this time. You damn near put me in an early grave dumpin’ that last bowl while I was sleepin’.”
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Synopsis:
Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.
Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.
Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.
Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.
Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow–something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling Farm.
And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.
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.
Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate
“How long?” Judith asked, hugging her arms against her ribs. She shivered slightly, the chill of the open space seeping into her. “How long until…?” The question ground to a halt, and no amount of will could force it into the air. How long until we’re gone? She could hear it in her mind. She could see it in the gaunt lines of her reflection. The bones of her cheeks and shoulders pushed out against her skin and the thin fabric of her undershirt, her brown eyes framed in dark crescents–fault lines and shadows where there should have been rolling hills and light. Judith scrubbed a hand across her face, like she could wipe that terrible, broken reflection away. Beneath them, Ithaca creaked and trembled as if even the leviathan herself was afraid of what it meant to die. Rage boiled to the surface, at the great, suffering beast still clinging to her perverse, miserable excuse of a life and her demands she not die alone. How long until you finally let us go?
“I told you once that Ithaca was hell,” Lyris said softly, her head tilted. “She wasn’t hell, Judith. I found you there. She brought you home to me.”
Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 7 Posted
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/161560423
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."
"I’m not supposed to be here."
Breathe, Judith commanded herself. In and out. It’s just a ship. Just another goddamn ship. But it wasn’t. She wasn’t sure how she knew. Ithaca was beautiful, the flawless, blinding white of her walls an homage to the glory of Gestalt’s ambition. The pride of her builders shown in every bolt and every weld, but every inch of her demanded deference from the ones whose lives she’d carry into the abyss. Nearly a thousand souls aboard and yet Ithaca had none, her hull an empty carapace against the vastness of the void, and so, she required theirs. The vessel rumbled beneath Judith’s feet, but it wasn’t pleasant like Ardent. It was a warning to her, like Ithaca knew Judith wasn’t like the rest–like she knew Judith didn’t really belong there at all. Judith was an intrusion, an unexpected variable this entity hadn’t foreseen–one she didn’t quite understand how to bend. She doesn't want me here.
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.
“People are staring,” Judith choked out, her mouth going dry. “Forget about them,” Lyris replied, steering Judith's head back to her shoulder. “You say that like it’s easy,” Judith muttered, even as she felt herself falling back into the strange safety of the embrace. “It’s hard not to wonder what they’re seeing.” “You're beautiful, and I’m different,” Lyris said, sounding more terse this time. The gruff timbre of her voice rumbled through every point of contact, a formidable cadence that suggested she wasn’t entirely unaffected by Judith’s admission. “They're going to stare because they don't understand.”
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.