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Watercolor commission for @janetfraiser she asked me to draw the undisputed ship Bev/Kate. I'm having fun with the colors and love the outcome! Thanks a lot for commissioning me! ❤️✨

Kathy adding +1 bad influence to Bev 👀

Trick or treat? 🦇🦇(<- Crushway bats)

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Hmm Crushway, you say? Ok, this is from a present day university AU that I’ve been playing with off and on for about a year!

“Come on, she’s cute. Don’t you think she’s cute?” Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously. “She’s been watching you all night.”

“She doesn’t know anyone else here, Jack. Don’t be a pig,” Beverly rolled her eyes and slapped his arm playfully.

The truth was, though, she did think Kathryn was cute — gorgeous, even, in the backless top she had chosen for the party, it’s cowl neck hanging just low enough that you could catch a glimpse of ... “Stop it,” Beverly said firmly to herself.

Star Trek Femslash Week 2024 Fandom: Voyager, TNG Pair: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway Word Count: 200 Rating: T Prompt: Kissing while trapped in a turbolift

Beverly and Kathryn are stuck in a broken turbolift... you know how these things go.

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you’d like)

Tagged by @samabigailalan thank you! ♡

So here's the last snippet I wrote for the upcoming femslash week event:

“How was it?” Beverly asked, waiting anxiously outside Captain Kim's ready room. She fell into step beside Kathryn as they walked towards the turbolift, noticing the tension in Janeway's shoulders, her fingers twitching slightly as if she wanted to clasp them together but resisted. Beverly herself felt a similar unease she struggled to quell. “Kathryn!”

“They weren't too satisfied with the lack of information in my report,” Kathryn replied, her voice tight. The moment they entered the turbolift, her whole posture collapsed as if the weight of the universe had finally settled on her shoulders. “They said they're going to read yours too, after examining the shuttle's sensors. But we were expecting that.”

“That doesn't seem too bad,” Beverly tried to soothe, brushing her hand against Kathryn's in a comforting gesture. “As long as I don't mention our… extracurricular activities.”

“Yes, I mean,” Kathryn gestured vaguely, her fingers tracing the air as if sketching the boundaries of their secret. “We didn't go through with it.”

“Because they interrupted,” Beverly's eyes darkened, her voice dropping to a provocative whisper. “But you wanted to.”

“Funny, I remember all too well and wasn’t I the one pushing us towards the edge.”

“Kathryn, stop pretending you didn't like it,” Beverly said, stepping closer, her hands finding their way to Janeway's waist, pulling her against the wall of the turbolift with a deliberate slowness.

“I never said I didn't,” Janeway's voice was low, almost a growl, her breath hitching as she surrendered control. “Computer, hold turbolift.”

“Smart,” Beverly whispered, her lips brushing against Kathryn's ear.

I might not even post it but I'm still soooo into them 😂

And here's the last thing I drew, also for the femslash week. It's in the beginning and it will change. (anatomy is a b*tch)

Thanks for asking, friend!

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two? Definitely Bev. It is her personal goal in life to make Kathryn smile and roll her eyes as often as possible

21. Any routines one has that the other has to get used to? Kathryn has essentially no sleep schedule. But rather than get used to it, Dr. Bev is determined to get her to sleep at least 6 solid hours a night. Bev is infuriatingly chipper in the mornings.

22. Love languages? How do they get around differences, if any? Physical touch for both, which works out great unless they are in public 😆

I have! Although I didn't call it that. Maybe it was more a destiny thing than a soulmate thing? It's a Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway fic:

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Starfleet Command

Admiral 3: You don't suppose we could just tell them the truth? A1: And risk losing almost a 100 years worth of work? I think not. A2: Then it's settled. We tell them nothing. A3: And we just LET Janeway bring him back home to Alaska? A1: We don't have much of a choice. A2: How do we know he remembers? He was not in good shape when we last saw him. A3: If you only learn one thing, learn this: do NOT underestimate William T Riker.

Back on the Ohana, Worf and DeAnna in Ten-Forward with drinks

Worf: I am very glad he is better. DeAnna: Me, too. (pausing) Thank you for understanding how much he needs me. Worf: You need him, too, DeAnna. And so do I. I wouldn't be your husband without him. DeAnna: Again, thank you. I didn't want Will to ever come between us. (Worf does the Klingon equivalent of blushing) What is it? Worf: Do you remember that one night all those years ago? DeAnna: The one with Will? Of course, I do. (She chuckles, too.) What about it? Worf: I just thought it was funny that you didn't want Will to come between us...until he did. (DeAnna and Worf laugh uncontrollably. Once it's died down.) Do you think he remembers? DeAnna: That it happened or the arrangement we made? Worf: Either. DeAnna: (being serious for a moment) I'm really not sure. His mind was in such a state of disarray that I don't know which memories are intact. He remembered me on some level, but everyone else? Everything else? I have no idea. Worf: (seeing that she is still distressed) When the time is right, we can talk to him--help him remember. (Worf takes DeAnna's hand and squeezes it)

Bridge

KJ: Daneel, hail the shipyard. Communicate our unconditional surrender. Wesley: Surrender?! We didn't do anything wrong! Daneel: Wesley, we stole a ship-- Wesley: It wasn't being used! Daneel: rescued a political refugee-- Wesley: One of our own who specifically asked for help! Patrick: And someone committed genocide. Joy: (there is an awkward silence where everyone turns and looks at Joy. They finally speak.) It was not my intention, but the offense still stands, and I deserve to be held accountable for my actions. Patrick: We all broke some rules--now we have to answer for it. Picard: Agreed.

Hailing noise

Voice: Dock the ship at Docking Bay 7. (They do.) Prepare to be boarded.

Everyone on the ship comes along peacefully except Bev, who refuses to leave her patient.

Bev: He just had a massive mental breakdown. If he wakes up without someone he knows there to explain where he is and why, he's going to turn violent. Enforcer 1: (upset, but nodding) You can stay with him until he wakes up. Then we separate you. (Bev nods. The Enforcer, his face covered, helps her move Riker to a stretcher, covers him with a weighted blanket, and they head out together.)

Patrick and Picard are in one cell, and Bev and Riker are in another. Everyone else is in a cell by themselves. An Enforcer tries to take Little Guy away from Joy.

Joy: He is a service animal--it's against the law to take him from me. Enforcer 2: You are in serious trouble. When you break the law in Starfleet, your right to a service animal is suspended. DeAnna (from her cell): No it isn't! Enforcer 2: As if you would know. DeAnna: I DO know. I was on the research team for the legislative board that made that law. Give. Him. Back. Enforcer 1: (angrily) Lieutenant, that is enough. (gently, to Joy and DeAnna) We have to take him for now to make sure he has been scanned. While I'm sure he doesn't, he could have something smuggled in inside him. Once he is scanned to ensure he is safe, he will be returned to you. Enforcer 2: (incredulously) Major, you would have her have this canine to soothe her (mocking) emotional distress? DeAnna: First of all, Joy's pronouns are they/them. Joy: Thank you, DeAnna. I will handle this. Secondly, I am blind. He is a seeing-eye dog. I know those aren't very popular on Earth anymore, but he makes sure I do not confuse the bed for the bathroom. Enforcer 1: Lieutenant, you are relieved of duty. (Enforcer 2 begins to exit) Lieutenant! (Enforcer 2 turns) They're right, by the way. (Enforcer 2 angrily stomps away.)

DeAnna: Thank you, Major. Joy: Yes, thank you. Enforcer 1: (his head low, face still covered) Biquv told me about you, Counselor Troi. And yours (Bev) is the first face I remember seeing after the surgery. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect, but anyone who starts a program to rehabilitate a species that has hurt Starfleet as much as the Borg has deserves it even more. And if all of you are here with them, you deserve respect as well. Worf (from his cell): You have shown great honor, fellow warrior. (Enforcer 1 bows to Worf and leaves.) KJ: Everyone, we knew the risk when we went to get him. We remain strong. We tell the truth. We make sure Will Riker is safe. Picard: Well said, Number One.

Riker sits bolt upright on his stretcher, panting heavily. Bev comes to his side, checking his vitals. Riker grabs her hand.

Riker: Beverly, thank God. Where the hell are we? Bev: What's the last thing you remember? Riker: (quietly, he knows he's not supposed to reveal this information) I had just been briefed on a long-term undercover mission. Jellico had just left on the Excalibur, and then... Bev: What about Faith? Riker: Faith in what? Bev: And Jean-Luc? Riker: What about the Captain? (loudly) What the HELL is going on here?! Bev: (grabbing his hand, quietly) Keep your voice down! Riker: (getting dizzy) Wait (We see his mind flash to Faith in a pleasant scene, immediately followed by her death scene. Jean-Luc's naming ceremony, Jean-Luc's death. The both of them together and happy, their deaths. Riker screams. Bev puts her hand over his mouth.) NOOOOOOOO! Bev: (pushes him up onto the stretcher, hissing) Will! If you don't keep your voice down, you and I will have to be separated. Do you want to be alone?! Riker: (weakly, sobbing) No. Bev: (taking her hand off of his mouth) Then close your eyes. Riker: I'm afraid, Beverly. Bev: (a tear slipping down her cheek) Me, too, Will. Now close your eyes. I'm right here. (she holds his hand as he pretends to be asleep)

Enforcer 1 returns, his face still covered. He slowly walks down the hallway, and stops at Joy's cell. He opens the door, and gives Little Guy back.

Joy: Thank you, Major. Enforcer 1: You may call me Kai. Joy: Thank you, Major Kai. Kai: (a smile in his voice) Little Guy did just fine. Now, Joy, I need you both to come with me. Joy: All right, Little Guy. Lead my way. (in their head) Will you stay with me in here, DeAnna? DeAnna: (also in her head) Of course. Keep me updated, Joy. Joy: (still in their head) I promise.

Once the door closes, Riker opens his eyes.

Riker: (in between deep, cleansing breaths) So, where are we? Bev: What's the last thing you remember? Riker: You all rescued me. How did you know where I was? Bev: Captain Picard told us. Without hesitation, we hopped on the first ship we saw and came to rescue you. Unfortunately, there just wasn't time to officially request it. Riker: You stole a ship?! Bev: And we may or may not have participated in genocide. Riker: (stuttering) G-g-genocide? (He faints.)

Picard stands up in his cell.

Picard: Kathryn, do you really think we should cooperate? KJ: What's our other option? Hostility? Because that ALWAYS goes well. Picard: For all we know, Starfleet left Will alone to die out there. They didn't send anyone to check on him. They listed him as DEAD, Kathryn. Patrick: I agree, Captain. I smell a conspiracy. KJ: I do, too. But we'll never get to the bottom of whatever it is if we don't at least pretend to cooperate.

Kai opens the door again and enters, his face still covered. He stops at Picard and Patrick's door.

Kai: Which of you is which? Patrick: I am Patrick. He is Jean-Luc. Which of us do you need? Kai: (clearly he is trying to make this less politically incorrect, but he gives up) It's easiest to just bring both of you at once. Patrick and Picard: We understand.

(Picard and Kathryn share a look as he exits.) A new scene. Dark room, Joy sitting in a chair.

A1: State your name, species, and rank. Joy: My name is Joy; I am Kaanori. I am not a member of Starfleet. A2: Joy, tell us about yourself. Joy: What do you want to know? A3: Let's get right to the point, shall we, gentleman? Are you a spirit or a host? Joy: A spirit. A3: How do you know Will Riker? Joy: I don't, really. I was born, and he was near me. I went to help him, and he said the best thing I could do for him was to retrieve his friends. Then I was on Earth. A3: What do you know about Starfleet's involvement with the Kaanor? Joy: I was under the impression that Riker was the first ambassador to the spirits or the hosts. Is this not true? A3: (surprised they don't know anything) What happened when you returned with his friends? Joy: I was drawn to a field, where I fought and killed my world's protector. Riker was there, and his friends rescued him. A2: You murdered someone? Joy: The person in question murdered my father because he believed himself to be superior to all spirits. I killed him. I did not know what species he was. I know that there should be punishment for my actions. Arrest me if you will--I will cooperate fully. A3: (...) Was this protector the last of his species? Joy: In a manner of speaking--yes. Do you not know about what happened? A3: (trying to cover) We do know what happened. We want you to put it in your own words. A2: (catching on) It is a Starfleet tradition when someone is convicted. Joy: (convinced, nods) I killed a Q. The Q, rather. I take full responsibility. A1: (giving it all away) You killed the entire Q Continuum? Joy: (crying) Yes. I only meant to kill Brutus, but instead, I have wiped out an entire species. A3: (looking daggers into A1) Joy, allow us to confer privately.

(Admirals 1, 2, and 3 walk out. A3 grabs A1 by the collar.)

A3: What is the matter with you?! A2: We wanted them to tell us what they knew! A1: Are we going to ignore that they are a being powerful enough to end a Q?! This Kaanor is more powerful than our flagship! A2: Why does that matter? A1: If we punish this Kaanor for genocide, who's to say that they can't just break out? And who are they going to go for once they do? A3: (letting A1 go) You make a good point. A2: They still committed genocide! That's a hell of a crime. They said themself that they knew they deserved to be punished. A1: This is not a stupid person. They're going to figure out what we've done. We cannot afford to let them know anything else. A2: You're right. We can't let them go. A3: No, we HAVE to let them go. If they are arrested, the crew is going to attack the station and find out anyway. If we don't let them know that anything is going on, they have no reason to poke around. A2: So what do we do? Send them to the Academy for basic training? A1: (realizing) That's a brilliant idea. (A2 and A3 look skeptically) We know they're already interested in doing that. What if we just say that that is their "punishment"?

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