#j/7 thoughts

[novasjaneway]

Thinking about what must have happened between janeway and seven after the admiral left. Thinking about it hard bc these are two people who have fallen in love with each other and have had their eyes ripped opened by the admirals knowledge of future events between them, which pretty much makes them have to look at their feelings for each other in the present and it's scary for both of them for different reasons. Thinking hard about that bc I don't believe either of them would be content to let each other go after finding out it happened in another timeline. Kinda gives new thoughts to janeways words to seven "I'm not leaving without you." I don't think she wants to do anything without seven.

I can't help but call back to memory how they sort of acknowledged their feelings for each other after the time they spent together in unimatrix.

Jealousy, desire, love, yearning. All these feelings seemed to bounce between them as they talked in sick bay. How alot of what happened between them was text and subtext and how in that moment, it seemed that they were able to look at each other and feel their mutual love and attraction to one another. And they were cautious. They were curious. With those feelings now open amd exposed between them, they didn't have alot of time to look more closely before the admiral shows up and sheds light on situations of the future that neither saw coming. It's pretty jarring. For both. From that perspective, theyre both still processing the rawness of their emotions as well as if a relationship could even be pursued given their circumstances. I just can't help but think about how maybe they recall unimatrix after the admiral leaves. Maybe it's a good time to take a harder look and i wonder how much janeway has a hand in this bc the reality of actually being back on earth opens the door for possibilities between her and seven that she was unwilling to look at while on voyager.

And all these thoughts coexisting with the other thoughts in my head of how these two have already established themselves in a relationship, but neither of them have taken the time to define what it is and what their future looks like, not bc its not important to them but bc they just sort of organically came together it's the delta quadrant and time seems to stretch ahead like nothing else matters, but they do love each other, they know that much, or at least, they have made it clear that they are willing to risk their lives for each other, they may not label it as being in love at this point, but the implications of their commitment to each are apparent and their actions say alot. Seven is still figuring these emotions out and janeway is right beside her, from this standpoint, they arent sexual with each other but there is so much tension and this is mostly bc janeway is so respectful of sevens individual growth and her sensitivity to everything new. Combine that with the idea that on the other hand, there is so much ambiguity between them which explains the tension bc they have already begun a sexual relationship and are enjoying the closeness they share while keeping it out of the limelight. Well whatever the case may be, here comes the admiral with new disturbing information and far away earth is right around the corner. What then? What now janeway? What now seven?! Omg!?

[seraphont]

an older comic wip, pondering a ‘tessa lives’ au

[midnight-mourning]

What's This?

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 4❄️❄️

Sorry for the lateness! Busy few days and then realized I needed to take some time for myself and make something I enjoy, so finished this finally.

Prompt: Maybe someone teaching Moon what christmas is? My moon just recently became 'sentient' and so doesn't understand alot of things yet! So he'd have no idea what christmas is! I think it'd be cute. Doesn't have to be my Moon, of course. Just the idea that Sun hasn't told him for some reason, so someone else has to!

Word Count: 1239

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"And put the tinsel here, here, and here!" Sun directs, point to various locations around the Daycare.

You chuckle, but follow his orders. 

The two of you were decorating for the holidays, and having found a box of decorations in the back of the Daycare's supply closet, Sun had gotten to work immediately. And had put you to work as well. Additionally, he had asked for you to order more supplies, wanting to spiff the place up as much as possible for the kids. He also mentioned wanting crafting materials for Christmas and holiday themed projects, so that was piled on to this order. 

You think his request for 30 boxes of candy canes was a little excessive, but the rest had all been reasonable and within budget. So, using what you had, and what you now had, to really go all out. 

You cut into another box, opening it to find fake holly and mistletoe, as well as a couple of wreaths. 

"So, any particular reason for this excess cheer this year?" You ask, taking the supplies out and setting them in a pile on a nearby table. 

At this, he clamps up for a moment, but then shakes his head. "Nothing specifically, it just seemed like a good opportunity! I needed ideas for the next few weeks for activities, why not do something to lift the holiday cheer!"

You think the answer was odd in its wording, but can't think of anything to say in response beyond, "Fair enough."

You're mid-decorating when the lights cut, as is usual for this time in the day. 

Without looking up from organizing colored paper and pipe cleaners, you wave in Moon's direction, "Hey, bud. You also in the Christmas spirit?"

No answer. 

You look up, and find Moon is entirely motionless. You would think he was powered off if not for the muted clicks and whirls you hear still emitting from him. 

You frown. "Moon, you alright?"

"I, what..." He tilts his head, and looks around. "What is all of this? Is something happening? Is there some, odd, birthday party occurring today?"

Your brows furrow, "Well, no. This is, these are Christmas decorations. I mean, holidays overall, but mainly for Christmas." 

He takes a step over to where tinsel is hung, picking it up between two fingers. His faceplate twists to the left, then the right. Then, he turns to you. 

"...Christmas?"

Now you're the one who's confused. 

"I, you mean, how do you—" You stop. "Moon, you don't know what Christmas is?"

He shakes his head slow. 

You clasp your hands in front of your mouth, eyes wide at the news. 

When you don't say anything, Moon seems to become apprehensive, chuckling awkwardly, "Should, should I?"

Realizing yourself, you shake your head slightly. Taking a deep breath, you break out into a grin, clapping your hands. 

"Oh, this is so fun! I can show you so many things and all the traditions. We can put up decorations together, watch movies, do some crafts, oh! We can bake cookies too! Though maybe that's not a good idea to do in the dark and—" You pause, noticing he's just staring at you completely lost. You clear your throat, speaking more slowly now. "Sorry, to answer your question, no not at all. I know you don't get a lot of exposure to everything, so it makes sense, though I don't know why Sun wouldn't—but ah, I'm so excited to tell you! If, if that's alright of course."

Moon tilts his head, and you're afraid you may have just overwhelmed him. You're about to apologize again when he laughs softly.

"I think I would like that, Star." There's a fondness to his words you can't place, it's gone when he seems to notice it himself. "If, you don't mind, that is."

You nod, eager, and can't help yourself as you rush over and take his hand, "I would be honored."

As you turn and lead him towards your grand pile of boxes and decorations, you don't know how fast his faceplate spins the moment after your hands make contact. 

You sit down and pat the spot next to you with your free hand, Moon following your lead after a moment. 

You shift so that you're sitting cross-legged across from him, and he does the same.

"Okay so..."

You start by explaining the origins of the holiday, what it means for different people, and how people celebrate depending on where they're from and such. You tell him all about every tradition you can think of, including the ones you personally do. 

Along the way, you notice Moon's body language shift from apprehensive and confused, to curious, to invested in what you say. It in turn fuels your own excitement as he asks you polite questions every so often, and you deliver every answer with as much detail as you can. 

You worry that you may be doing too much again though, so you mention such. "Sorry, I know this is a lot and I'm going super fast, I just, the holidays are really important to me you know?" Your voice grows soft and you look away, laughing shyly. "I um, I don't really get to spend them with many people anymore so I guess I just got super excited since we're friends and all. I'm probably boring you at this point aren't I? I can stop if this is a bit too much."

You start to feel embarrassment creep in. You'd been talking for ages now without stop, save for when he interjected every so often. For all you know Moon could be actually exhausted by how much you've had to say, it's kind of impossible to tell with that immobile faceplate of his. 

Color you surprised you feel a hand under your chin, turning your face back up to look at his. 

His eyes are narrowed gleefully, and his tone is soft as he gazes down at you. 

"You could never bore me, Star." He tilts his head. "You know that, right?"

Your eyes dart to the side, "I, um, I guess not, but still you must be—"

You suddenly find his face taking up your entire field of vision. And, after a moment's hesitation, he quickly plants his grin to your lips, then pulls back. "Whatever you may be thinking, it's quite the opposite. Seeing you so passionate it, it's contagious, and if I could I would ask you to never stop." 

Then, he looks away and folding his hands into his lap, making a sound similar to a cough. "Apologies I, I suppose I didn't know a better way to tell you then that. If you that was a step too far please, forgive me."

You however, are too busy trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck onto your face. 

You clear your throat. "Moon?"

"Hm?"

"If that's your way of explaining things, I wish you'd have started it sooner." Before you can think on it further, you reach up and grab his collar, pulling him back down to kiss him again. 

After a—much longer this time—kiss, you pull away, breathless. 

For a moment, Moon doesn't say anything. 

Then, "Perhaps now would be the time to ask you about hanging mistletoe around the Daycare?"

"I can think of a few good spots for it."

He chuckles, leaning in once more, "So can I."

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Thank you to @zenkaiankoku for the request! I thought it was super adorable ^_^ Tried to do a mix of your AU with it (which is real cool btw, was reading through it like this 👀👀 the entire time lol) as well :) also had to make Moon a bit lovesick, I feel like suddenly becoming aware of yourself but having someone so willing to guide you would make anyone just fall in love hehe

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[hindahoney]

When I was little I thought that Christians believed Jesus was buried in the Midwest. Growing up in rural America meant seeing crosses all along the highways, and I thought that there were so many denominations of Christianity because they disagreed about whether Jesus was buried on I-70 or I-95. I didn't know they were memorials.

[suntails]

a living bolt ⚡

[junebluues]

[fun-esta]

Ok, hear me out guys 🗣️📣

If I were in Christopher's shoes, and Joker just brought my soul from the depths of hell to revive me and be free to pursue my life goal again, and in return he asked me to be his playmate/companion/friend in this dramatically sensual way in the rain, I would completely rethink my sexuality, my heart would be already in his hands for him to tear it apart, i would bite my lips to not moan, and my highly death-driven ass would say yes without a second's hesitation 😭

[eggishere2005]

"You cant hear an ima-"

The image

[cirrus-grey]

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the goddamn music-

I don't know the name for the technique but there's this thing that was in there that's the string players, like, tapping the instrument with the bow to create a more percussive sound and normally I wouldn't think too much of it but I swear to god it sounded like creeping spider legs. During the case set at Hill Top Road. With the very obvious references to the Buried and the Stranger and all the rest. Which dropped about a hundred Achives references including Jon's fucking name???

I have always respected the soundscaping they do at Rusty Quill but they're really going above and beyond for this show.

[googlekins]

Food for thought….

I have unapologetically read more than my fair share of J/7 fanfics. I’ve discovered a definite phenomenon.

It would appear that just about every writer has the near exact same mental layout of the Janeway Farmhouse.

How extremely intriguing!!!!

Down to the barn, clay dirt road, surrounding fields and there’s almost always a special tree on the property.

…..great minds.

[catgirljaneway]

J7 art from 2 yrs ago

Figured I'd go ahead and share this old j7 piece I found while digging through my procreate :)

[novasjaneway]

Xena and ST:Voyager both ran from 1995-2001. As a happy shipper of both Xena/Gab and Janeway/Seven I just love that they both existed at the same time. I see parallels between these wlw relationships especially regarding time travel and time lines and fate and sacrifices but I'm sleepy and I can't work it out rn, but I will say, gabrielle destroying the alternate universe by burning the fates loom bc in this alternate universe xena was crucified and she couldn't live without her sure has a certain janeway destroying the timeline to save seven from death feel to it.

[4belphie]

me vs pouting bc no one else is thinking abt how malleus didn’t overblot until he saw silver crying

[acourtofquestions]

Chapter 7 has some very Kingly moments for Dorian:

Asterin gave him a wicked grin. "Morning, Your Majesty."

"It is a king's mercy you receive," Dorian said coldly, "and I'd suggest being quiet long enough to receive it." Rarely, so rarely did Manon hear that voice from him, the tone that sent a thrill through her blood and bones. A king’s voice.

But he was not her king. He was not the coven leader of the Thirteen.

Dorian's sapphire eyes churned, the hand on his sword tightening. Manon tensed at that contemplative, cold stare. The hint of the calculating predator beneath the king's handsome face.

"A king without his crown asks for a lowly spider's name," she murmured, her depthless eyes setting on him. "You cannot pronounce it in your tongue, but you may call me Cyrene." Manon ground her teeth. "It doesn't matter what we call you, as you'll be dead soon."

But Dorian cut her a sidelong glance. "The Ruhnns are a part of my kingdom. As such, Cyrene is one of my subjects. I think that gives me the right to decide whether she lives or dies."

"You are both at the mercy of my coven,"

Manon snarled. "Step aside."

Dorian gave her a slight smile. "Am I?" A wind colder than the mountain air filled the pass.

He could kill them all. Whether by choking the air from them or snapping their necks. He could kill them all, and the wyverns included. The knowledge carved out another hollow within him. Another empty spot. Had it ever troubled his father, or Aelin, to bear such power?

Manon ignored the spider. "And when she shifts in the night to rip us apart?"

Dorian only inclined his head, ice dancing at his fingertips. "She won't."

Cyrene sucked in a breath. "A rare gift of magic." Her stare turned ravenous as she took in Dorian. "For a rare king."

Manon glanced to Asterin. Her Second's eyes were wary, her mouth a tight line. Sorrel, a few feet behind, glowered at the spider, but her hand had dropped from her sword.

The Thirteen, on some unspoken signal, peeled away to their wyverns. Only Cyrene watched them, those horrible, soulless eyes blinking every now and then as her teeth began to clack.

Manon angled her head at him. "You're … different today."

He shrugged. "If you want someone to warm your bed who cowers at your every word and obeys every command, look elsewhere."

Her stare drifted to the pale band around his throat. "I'm still not convinced, princeling," she hissed, "that I shouldn't just kill her."

"And what would it take, witchling, to convince you?"

A muscle flickered in Manon's jaw. Things from legends—that's who surrounded him. The witches, the spider ... He might as well have been a character in one of the books he'd lent Aelin last fall. Though none of them had ever endured such a yawning pit inside them.

[itsbrucey]

Had zero clue what terms to Google bc " ship close quarters in a box people in box romantic" doesn't. Deliver.

But this genre of ship art where two people get stuck somewhere really close. Like this

Was thinking of Closeson scenarios for this..bc I'm predictable. And a man of taste.

[coulsons-left-arm]

Oh, and happy 23 year anniversary (October 21, 2001) to "A Broken Heart," episode 4 of season 1 of Alias, the episode that was apparently pivotal to my life when I watched it live in my dad's lap after waking up from a nightmare. 💀😭

I found the TV show years later in middle school (that's a whole other story), binged it, turned it into my very first rot, and realized I had a deep love for father-daughter relationships in media.

Jack and Sydney Bristow, you may not be written as top tier as Coulson and Daisy, but dang it, you'll ✨always✨ be famous to me. Forever. 🫶🏻 *Esp Victor Garber and Jennifer Garner's actual relationship. They're still sweet friends after all this time and she still calls him her spy daddy and I'm v 😭 abt it.