#janeway needs her coffee

[go-tell-the-bees]

Wanted to share this GORGEOUS artwork that I commissioned from @gravelyhumerus. She perfectly captured this tender moment with a nod to Coda.

[ineffablegods616]

WHY is she so goddamn PRETTY just personing!? FUCK! She's just over here having a laugh, and ooh pretty flower, and I'm over here being a puddle of gayy having seen God Nirvana and Shangri LA all at once and died..

Star Trek: Voyager 5x04: “In the Flesh”

[insanewaykathy]

Imagine if we had a short film where Kate and Robert are playing Janeway and Chakotay, on an afternoon at the farm in Indiana, sitting on a bench watching the sunset. Janeway says casually, with her head resting on his shoulder, while he gives countless kisses on the back of her hand without needing any reason: "By the way, love, our daughter called. Said she's very excited for her new mission." And Chakotay simply answers: "She takes after her mother… if you're not careful, she'll be captain soon…" and Janeway says smiling proudly "As sure as daylight." Then Chakotay kisses her forehead, smelling her hair as he always did in the last few years and says "As sure as our love." Janeway feels a tear form in the corner of her eye, and caressing his face, answers "And as sure as I want a coffee right now… are you with me on this?" And he answers, kissing her hand once more: "Always!"

[div-divington]

#JanewaySweep2023

It's a difficult choice but search your feelings. You know Captain Janeway takes the dub.

"She's not even a mother!" WRONG! She and her helmsman turned into weird lizard/axolotl things and had like three alien-lizard-space-babies so canonically she is a mother by technicality :)

TESTIMONIALS

"hottie WITH AN AXE. making winona ryder an 80's mom was the choice of THEE century. also innovated a new communication device (string lights) to find her son. and she found him bitch!!!!! joyce did that!!"

"She's in command. sh'es cunning. she's done warcrimes (affectionate). she flirts with everything, including herself. and And it is a crime they never let her dress in age of sail costumes or wear a stetson. but if they had that may have broken the internet. If she stepped on me i would get a tattoo of the boot print."

[isagrimorie]

Star Trek Voyager 4x01 - Scorpion pt. 2 / 5x24 - Relativity

Janeway: Let's see if I've got this straight. You're a Borg drone attempting to prevent a disaster that won't occur for another three years? Seven: Three years six months and two days.

---

Janeway doesn't like Time Travel. Would prefer to avoid Time shenanigans but Time shenanigans keeps happening to her.

And she realizes, in Scorpion, the mysterious ex-Borg who claimed to be her future!Crew from her first year in Delta Quadrant is the Borg representative.

Janeway has a headache, she needs coffee. Unfortunately, she’s on a Borg cube.

Every day, Kathryn Janeway wakes up.

(Tuvok is just along for the ride).

/edited to add

[2old2swiftie]

Following on the post about trusting our guts about gaydar and celebrities...

I've batted nearly .1000 when it comes to predicting a celebrity's sexual orientation just from media clues. I think partly it's because I don't make the "guess" that often: Only a few celebrities really ring the clue phone (yeah, lack of representation sucks), but I also think the other reason is because LGBTQIA folks don't get it wrong very often.

I mean, it's pretty important that our instincts are right, after all. We could truly be risking our lives on a wrong guess in real life. We have to be incredibly careful AND pretty darned good.

So, I was trying to think of someone who pinged my spidey senses that I was COMPLETELY wrong about... and I came up with only one example:

Kate Mulgrew.

Despite driving the daydreams of legions of 1970s lesbians (Rosie O'Donnell, I'm looking at you), Kate remains firmly heterosexual, in spite of the lesbian catnip she oozes from every pore.

Just look at her as Mary Ryan in her soap opera debut:

She went on to do movies and the stage for a number of years, but she was hard to cast because she didn't fit the cookie cutter parts available at the time. She had a brief doctor series and some guest star spots, most notably on Dallas and Cheers.

But when they cast her as Captain Janeway? Come on!!

Look at her!!!

Every woman loving woman in all the quadrants wanted to be her coffee cup!!

But the man boys at Paramount decided the show needed some spank appeal for the 14-24 male demographic, so they brought out their Space Barbie, Seven of Nine, to introduce some gratuitous sex and nudity.

"Only one problem, boys," said Mulgrew with a smirk....

Voyager now had a willful, headstrong, wildly intelligent "alien" snatched from her natural environment and penned up in a rigid, paramilitary system that she had to learn to navigate, understand, and ultimately be tamed by... and it was headed by another willful, headstrong, wildly intelligent human, who happened to be female, too.

The producers and writers claimed Janeway was Seven's mentor, a "mother figure" to the poor little space orphan.

As the J/7 fandom put it: Mother, my ass.

The subtext-- and soon the fan fiction-- wrote itself: Seven gets kidnapped back to the Borg? Janeway takes on a Borg cube with a ship a tenth its size. Failing Borg technology threatens Seven's life? Janeway goes "cortical node" hunting, even if it means killing a live (enslaved, sentient) drone to get one. Greater good? Screw that, Janeway's girlfriend is in danger.

Star Trek: Voyager went toe-to-toe with Xena, Warrior Princess as lesbian show of the decade.

And it wasn't just the show that made us all sure about Kate. The woman has the voice of a lesbian sex goddess and she's not afraid to use it. She flirts shamelessly with all interviewers and creates sexual tension with stage furnishings. She swaggers. She slouches. She has the greatest hand game in lesbian history!!

But through it all, Kate Mulgrew maintained (and still maintains) her heterosexuality.

And I still hope...nay, LONG!, to have my gaydar proven right...

[the-ghost-fangirl]

America Janeway runs on Dunkin.

[warpfive]

FIRST KISSES

request: Could you do first kisses with the voyager crew? Thanks 😊 cw: gn!reader, reader is hurt in one hc but okay wc: 1,210

CREW: kathryn janeway, chakotay, the doctor, b'elanna torres, tom paris, harry kim, seven

KATHRYN

the first kiss tasted like coffee, of course. fueled by caffeine, tempered with exhaustion, bathed under the light of a nebula. the galaxy had finally deemed it time to give voyager’s captain a break, and she decided to spend it with you. sat on the couch in her ready room together, just talking for hours with forgotten PADDs on the table, it was easy to lean in and kiss her carefully. she was tense for a moment - kathryn’s mask of command is rarely ever lowered all the way. but then your fingers graze softly over her cheeks, and she sighs against your mouth, and the tension leaves her body as if your kiss had lifted a heavy weight from her shoulders. 

she’s the first to pull back, grinning wide in a way you’ve never seen before. her eyes look purple in the deep red light of the nebula - like freshly bloomed lavender. it takes a lot not to go right back in for a second kiss. or a third. or a fourth.

CHAKOTAY

of course, chakotay was not going to allow the first kiss to be anything other than romantic. he planned a very nice dinner and prepared days in advance to have all his work done so you wouldn’t be interrupted. there were fresh flowers and gentle music and vegetables picked right from airponics - in the end, it didn’t make much difference. you probably would’ve still kissed chakotay even if he served leola root stew to the tune of klingon opera. and he was so eager to follow your lead. holding your face in his hands, not needing to say a word because you’re already leaning even closer to him and kissing you is the first time he’s felt so completely at peace in a long time.

neither of you even finished dinner. he replicated some tea under the guise of sitting on the couch and just talking - but really, it just led to more kisses. and even with the sharp taste of tea on your tongue, it’s not quite as sweet as the first. 

THE DOCTOR

your first kiss wasn’t how the doctor wanted it to go. he had a whole plan and was fretting over it for days. downloading subroutines, studying the database, deciding when and how he should go about it instead of just letting the moment come to him. and it came, whether it wanted it to or not - when you were dragged into sickbay, bloody mouth offering a smile to ease his worry. of course, the doctor would have none of it. his hands moved so quickly, his holographic stomach turning at the sight of you injured (even if you tried to tell him you were fine.) 

so, right there on the biobed, you gripped his arm and pulled him to stand between your legs. you kissed him hard enough to make the photons in his head burn out - and really, isn’t that what a first kiss should be? something that makes the world stop and your mind go blank and sets everything in the universe right? of course, when the doctor pulled back, you were still hurt. but suddenly, his hands were a lot more steady.

B'ELANNA

unbeknownst to b’elanna, your absolute favorite version of her is when she’s been cooped up in engineering all day. dirty, covered in grime - grouchy as any klingon could be but still retaining her special spark. it was really only a matter of time before you felt like you needed to kiss her when she was like this. b’elanna would argue after the fact. chastise you for not waiting for a better moment, in a better place, when she looked better to finally kiss her for the first time.

but it had been a long day. everybody was stretched thin. you were supposed to be sleeping in your quarters, but you sought her out anyway. seeing b’elanna in her element just spurred something in you and you needed to hold her and kiss her. if you tell her this, she’d scoff and roll her eyes embarrassed, claiming there must be something wrong with you. maybe there was. a second kiss might prove it.

TOM

he was so proud of the holodeck program he put together, it was hard not to get swept up in it. tom kept pointing things out, looking pretty smug with himself when you laughed or dazzled at something. he generally took date nights very seriously - and with you, tom felt there was no margin for error. there was something there and he’d be damned if he was going to mess it up. so he didn’t quite get it when you told him you didn’t need some fancy program to like him. 

tom swears he doesn’t even remember going in for the kiss. one second he was standing there, dumbfounded - the next, he was tasting the fruity wine on your lips and wondering if the gravity plating must have gone offline for him to feel this light. tom was grinning the whole rest of the night, which obviously led to a few more kisses just to keep it there.

HARRY

no matter how many shifts he traded around or how much holodeck time he saved up, there never seemed to be an opportunity to spend time with you. great job harry, he manages to land a couple dates with you and can’t even follow through even though he’s very, very interested. and it’s even more humiliating when he gets paired up with you to go crawling around in the jefferies tubes all day. as if that comes close to making up for all the dates he’s been canceling. 

you don’t seem to mind, but maybe you’re just being professional. you’re smiling at him and joking around, only to be nice and spare his feelings. and when harry just starts spouting out apologies after the relay was replaced, that’s when you kiss him. completely out of nowhere. he tastes a bit of salt on your lip from hiking through the tubes. but when you lean back panting, he knows it’s from the kiss. and harry learns that an impromptu kiss in the tubes almost makes up for lost dates.

SEVEN

kissing seemed like such a simple act for seven. she had read and studied the articles the doctor had given her on human romance and relationships, and none seemed quite so straightforward as the first kiss - an imaginary hurdle, in her opinion. but one she recognized must be overcome in order for her relationship with you to deepen. seven recognized the signs of arousal you displayed as she leaned in closer. dilating pupils, heavier breathing, a rush of blood into the capillaries in your face. things she expected to see. things she hadn’t considered she’d feel herself, and so her nerves get the better of her.

the kiss is short. it’s stunted. like a quick dip of your toes in a pool to test the temperature. seven pulls back and she’s sure the implant in her hypothalamus must be malfunctioning due to the fluttering sensation in her chest. but then you smile at her and ask about her motives, seven can’t give a good enough answer anymore.

[eggplant-crusader]

Janeway/Seven is slowly but surely getting its clutches around my heart with this whole "make each other better" thing they've got going how dare they

Also I was under the impression Seven was supposed to be the sexy Trek character but she's literally baby? She needs a blanket and hot chocolate. She's a puppy under the rain and she's riddled with fleas.

Janeway is the sexy one! She rolls up her sleeves, her blood is literally just coffee, she has some Ellen Ripley in her DNA, and she wears a white suit like no one else! Janeway is the sexy one!

[glitter-and-metal]

Star Trek things I love, in no particular order:

When they would get an animal, add some minor costume to it, and bang....it's an alien. Yes, the unicorn dog from TOS is the perfect example of this.

The little smile Lieutenant Malcolm Reed gets when he gets to blow something up.

Also on Enterprise, that bitch fight rogue sparring between Reed and Hayes. That was glorious. And hilarious.

Janeway and her coffee

Bashir and Garak. Need I say more?

The spots on the Trills. Idk. I just like leopard/cheetah patterns and this reminds me of them.

Andorian antennae and the fact that they move. They're warriors but look adorable.

This....weird scene

And there's way more but this list would end up endless.

[divinemissem13]

How Long Has This Been Going On?

Star Trek Femslash Week 2024 Ship: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway Word Count: 1,016 Rating: T Prompt: And they were roommates...

This is a much longer text than I would usually post here but since AO3 is still having some outages, take a peek under the cut here....

"Bev? Honey?" Kathryn calls out from the bedroom. She is looking in her closet and maybe it's just that she hasn't had coffee yet, but something seems off. "Why do you have more civilian clothes in my closet than I do?"

Beverly appears at her side and hands her a cup of coffee, which Kathryn gulps down gratefully. "Probably because I've spent a lot more time as a civilian than you," Beverly answers simply, as she wraps an arm loosely around Kathryn's waist and presses a kiss to the smaller woman's temple. "We can go shopping today, if you want."

"But what are they doing here?" Kathryn clarifies, now that the caffeine is beginning to do its job.

Beverly pulls back and holds Kathryn at arm's length, looking at her with a bewildered expression that only serves to confuse Kathryn further. "Where else would they be?" she responds.

"Your place?"

"My pl—? Kathryn, it's just easier to keep things here in San Francisco. But if you really want me to, I guess I can transport to the chateau every time I need a change of clothes," Beverly offers with a bit of an edge to her voice that makes Kathryn wonder if they've had this conversation before.

"You don't have a place in San Francisco?" Kathryn asks.

Beverly sucks in a deep breath through clenched teeth and takes Kathryn's empty mug. "I think you need more coffee. Just, get dressed, please? I don't want to waste our entire day off standing in front of the closet."

Kathryn, who hates to be confused and finds herself absolutely unable to let this go, does not get dressed. She follows Beverly out of the room, intending to demand answers until something else catches her eye: the bookshelf in the living room is more crowded than she remembers. On closer inspection, she realizes that there are medical journals and plays mixed in with her poetry and classic literature. Turning slowly, she takes in the room at large. There is a small greenhouse set up in one corner, a stone figure of dancing woman in the middle of the coffee table, a painting hanging on the wall that Kathryn definitely doesn't remember buying.

Kathryn strides into the kitchen in full admiral mode — despite the fact that her hair is still mussed from sleep and she is wearing only a pink silk robe — and demands, "Beverly Crusher, do you live here?"

Beverly wants to be mad, or at least annoyed, but she looks at Kathryn standing there in the doorway — back straight and hands clenched at her hips, one eyebrow quirked upward in a her most imperious expression, a freckled shoulder peeking out where her robe has started to slip — and all she can do is shake her head and chuckle softly.

Beverly walks over to her admiral (who she outranks, by the way, although now is not the time to bring that up), and straightens her robe, her long slender fingers lingering at the collar for a moment before skimming down silk-clad arms to lace their fingers together. "Technically, no," she finally answers Kathryn's question. "But Kathryn, can you remember the last time you spent a night here without me?"

Kathryn's brow furrows as she thinks back, tries to remember being alone in this apartment, in that big bed. Other than a few notable exceptions of overnight missions or out of town conferences, she can't.

"And you don't have your own place in San Francisco?" Kathryn asks, still trying to wrap her head around the idea.

Beverly sighs. "No more than you have your own place in La Barre," she says, pointedly referencing where they spend most of their weekends. "We did discuss this you know. It's not as though I just sneaked all my things in here bit by bit."

If Kathryn thinks hard enough, she might be able to remember…

An evening, not so long ago, after a particularly exhausting day trying to establish a trade relationship with the Kazon, of all people. Beverly had been sitting on the couch reading when she got home and Kathryn had all but collapsed beside her, resting her head in Beverly's lap while she combed her fingers through Kathryn's hair.

If she tries hard enough, she might even remember Beverly's soothing voice cutting through a haze of exhaustion, saying "I'm thinking of getting rid of my apartment here."

The realization must show on her face because Beverly leans down and kisses the tip of Kathryn's nose. "There it is," she says with a grin. "Now go get dressed, would you? We have a lot to do today." She swats Kathryn on the ass for good measure before she turns back to the breakfast she is preparing for them.

Kathryn rolls her eyes and reaches around Beverly for the fresh mug of coffee sitting on the counter. "Yes ma'am," she smirks, turning back towards the bedroom and sipping at her coffee as she goes. The coffee is good and strong and Kathryn thinks how lucky she is to have someone who will make it fresh for her every morning.

She doubles back to Beverly, using one hand to brush her long hair to one side so that she can kiss the taller woman's shoulder and neck. "Hey Bev?" she murmurs, now with both arms wrapped around her partner's waist.

"Hmm?" Beverly responds noncommittally as she tries to focus on the task in front of her rather than her the distraction behind her.

"Wanna move in with me?"

Beverly drops the knife on the counter and turns in Kathryn's arms to face her. "Oh, I see, you only like it when it's your idea, hmm?" Her expression is one of mock frustration but Kathryn can see from the sparkle in her bright blue eyes that Beverly isn't mad at all.

"I have really good ideas," Kathryn says mischievously.

Before Beverly has a chance to respond, Kathryn is kissing her. As she allows the full-body tingle to take over all of her senses, she decides that Kathryn does have some truly excellent ideas after all.

[spockvarietyhour]

storytime janeway needs her coffee mug

[simplybybea]

the development of Goth Janeway

Mini-fic from Season 1 of star trek Prodigy under the cut.

"Okay team,' Janeway stood up and brushed invisible dust off holographic legs and clapped her hands, startling more than one of the crew from their activities. "Now seems as good a time as any for a quick dinner break then we can get right back too it. And before you start saying you don't have time, might I remind you that passing out over a soldering iron is not going to endear you to the Diviner. Food. Now."

Dal glanced over the mess of schematics and in-progress items and half a second suit for Murf to hide in and then registered the tense set of his own shoulders.

"Juet half an hour," Gwyn agreed reluctantly, pushing herself up off the floor and hiding a yawn behind her hand. If Janeway could, she'd order them to sleep as well, but time was of the essence. "And then we get back too it."

A rumbling of assent moved their party to the mess and found them blinking at their plates. Janeway frowned a little at the bleak optimism they were running on and wished, not for the first time, that these kids could take a break. At least she could hug them if they asked now. She wanted to cheer them up, but the real janeway had been in enough tight spots for her hologram to know that platitudes would just irritate everyone. That just left a little fun.

"While we're all here," she mused aloud, a mug of coffee appearing in her hand. "I've been thinking Murf shouldn't be the only one playing dress up. Whaddya think?"

She blinked and her starfleet uniform leeched colour, her hair darkening. She'd read about the original Enterprise's tangles with the mirror universe. Maybe she looked like this over there.

Rok was the first one to truly engage, and squaled excitedly.

"Ohmy you can CHANGE what you LOOK LIKE?!"

"Think of it like changing the layout of a screen," Janeway stood up to show her new black uniform off. "Thoughts? I'm aiming for Evil overwrite."

"Can you change your hair?" Jakom asked around a mouthful of his favourite messy food. "If you're evil you won't have red hair."

Janeway thought a moment, and her hair flickered to inky black, sharply help off her face in a ponytail.

"No," Gwyn pointed a fork at the hair, "it needs to still be you. Put it back in the bun, but the colour's a nice touch."

She complied and made her skin match the faint blue undertones, gave herself more dramatic make up. She was, despite everything, rather enjoying herself.

"Nice," Gwyn nodded approvingly, looking distant and concerned. Janeway assumed it was as to whether the safeguards she'd built in would hold. Whether it would still BE Janeway.

"Not creepy enough," Dal announced, and Murf trilled something like agreement. 'Can't you like... Make your eyes red?"

"Red isn't creepy," Rok said indignantly, looking at her own red-stone skin.

"What about blue?" Zero interjected as Dal opened his mouth to presumably provide evidence to rok as to why red was, indeed, evil. "Given your eyes are already blue, perhaps making them more glowy will help..."

A second later Rok gasped in delighted terror and begged Janeway to return to normal, so clearly the blue eyes were sufficiently creepy enough. In the midst of reassuring Rok that if she saw Janeway like that on the bridge they could assume she was still pretending to be under the diviner's control, she pretended not to hear the little exchange between Dal and Gwyn.

"Janeway does know she doesn't need to do that right?" Dal muttered.

There was a pause before Gwyn replied, "she knows. But she's helping. And I think she's having fun. Rok hasn't been so animated for hours. Besides. It can't hurt."

"She absolutely gets points for those weird creepy eyes," Dal conceded, and turned the conversation back towards planning.

Janeways smiled proudly at the team player he was becoming, at the crew they all were and how far they had come. Good kids.

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

Story time - yes, it's trek - related! 🦎🦎🦎

Last year, the crappiest year of my life after 2016, I made a new friend. Rufina. Honestly, she's amazing. She's everything I could ever dream of when it comes to a friend. Even when we barely knew each other, she was there for me every time I needed her, and I didn't even have to ask. She's honestly adorable. She's witty, funny, a lovely Aquarius. (I'm a lovely Sagittarius for astrological reference.)

The problem is... she had no idea about Star Trek! In fact, early in our friendship, she asked me, 'So, what's that Star Trek about?' 😂 She literally knew NOTHING. I was shocked that she was so clueless.

So, how should I start talking about it? If you know me even a little (and I bet you can see my icon), I started talking to her about Baby Spock. I poured my heart out to her and she literally didn't even blink. She was unamused. LOL. She 'cuted' me (just made a word) for being in love with him, but she wasn't interested in watching anything trek.

Read under the cut - I got talkative.

Months passed, and we became so much closer, but her indifference to our precious star trek was always there.

So, a couple of months ago, when my mental health finally came back to normal and brain started functioning even better than before, I talked to her about Janeway. I should have done that earlier.

NOW SHE WAS INTERESTED. Now we could talk. A female captain leading the show? Being such a badass? Saying lines like 'there is coffee in that nebula'? 'OMG, she sounds amazing.' She loved her. And she loved the idea of watching Voyager some day.

More time passed, and the other day, I was like, 'It has to happen'. I told her, are you in the mood to do some Voyager? It's about time.

She thought we'd watch 'Caretaker'. MUHAHHAHAhahahfhahhah.

We watched 'Threshold'. She's a very strong person. I knew she could handle it.

We went through it. She managed. Her bravery made me tear up. She didn't comment anything while watching. She didn't make any question. She was absorbed into the screen.

After the episode ended, she told me that 'Star Trek is really something after all' and that she's in the mood for some pizza pepperoni. She also wondered what episode we should do next.

She'd passed the test.

Oh, Rufina. You can't imagine how much we've bonded now.

[novasjaneway]

Reunion

By novasjaneway- writing as im thinking about them

Admiral Janeway: Seven, c'mere.

Captain Seven: Admiral?

Janeway: Is that any way to greet your long lost love? (Grins flirtatiously but holds her gaze sternly on Seven)

Seven: silent nervousness as she moves near Janeway

Janeway: I've been looking for you for so long...

Seven: nervousness intensifies

Janeway: ...but I never gave up. (a nervous pause) Did you.. (whispers her question)...give up?

Seven: (strained emotions) There were complications in my decision to proceed. Emotionally speaking, I did not know if you wanted me with you. I needed clarification, (nervous pause) I needed your approval to continue. I did not give up hope. But logically, I did not proceed as I did not know if my presense would cause you distress, Admiral.

Janeway: Always looking out for me huh? (A smirk, steps forward and hugs seven lightly, affectionately, forgivingly)

Seven: stiffens with anxiety and shame

Janeway: slightly frowns and hugs her tighter, leans close and whispers something in her ear

Seven: relaxes, all reservations fall away. She grasps a tight hold on her admiral and shivers

Janeway: releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding, pulls Seven closer to her, smiles warmly when Seven closes the gap. She closes her eyes, relief washing through her and over her and around her so deeply that she could only just now feel how much distress she had been carrying over the years.

Janeway: Vita Nova. Here begins new life.... (mumbles just above her breath)

Seven: Dante? (A subtle smile dances on her face.)

Janeway: nods her head softly while still nuzzled into Sevens neck.

Seven: Kathryn. (She whispers her name softly.) I knew you would overcome both my logic and my emotional reserves. I never doubted you would find me, if you wanted to. I'm sorry I allowed you to carry this search alone. (Smiles softly falling deeper in Kathryns embrace, and her love, fully, finally.)

Janeway: It was being alone that aided me in searching for you. Not even black coffee could stop me from wanting to find you Seven, not in any lifetime. But, from now on, lets walk this road together, okay? Janeway laughs and relaxes, allowing herself to be completly owned by Seven, fully, finally.

They are home.

[isagrimorie]

Seven of Nine (I haven’t actually seen Voyager but I have read some of the novelisations and your meta posts are so good!)

for this ask game

Headcanon A:  realistic

Seven of Nine still prefer standing to sitting, especially when she's alone. But she spends a lot of time with other people she's trained her body to be comfortable with it.

But sometimes, especially in the days when she still had La Sirena and more space than she had in her tiny Ranger ship -- Emmet would find her just standing, especially the days when she needs to regenerate.

Seven finds it... comforting.

Seven can stand as still as a statute for long periods and even regulate her breathing to a standstill. On occasion, this has helped Seven in many occasions and caught various quarry this way.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Seven of Nine is still the bane of Chief Engineers everywhere and it's worse now that she's the Captain of her very own shiny Federation Starship.

Because if she's not at the conn, ready room, or mysteriously at the First Officer's quarters.

She is climbing into Jeffries tubes scaring the hell out of the Engineering staff. Or in Engineering, she's not not micro-managing, Commodore B'Elenna Torres stops by and the Chief Engineer subtly asks how to handle Captain Seven when she's Always Around.

B'Elenna only smirks at this information and says she'll talk to Seven.

B'Elenna does talk to Seven and threatens she'll stop helping with the tanswarp/slipstream drives if Seven doesn't stop trying to out-engineer the engineers. And it works, for a while. Before they leave Space Dock, the Chief Engineer receives 2 casks of Blood Wine. The real stuff.

It's gonna be a long shakedown.

B'Elenna is just smirking. Someone else will now know how it was like working with Seven— equal measure infuriating and rewarding.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

There are things and people Seven misses after she leaves Earth and joins the Fenris Rangers fully --

Her Voyager family, the smell of coffee constantly permeating the Bridge and Janeway's Ready Room. (This is why Seven starts drinking coffee— not because she enjoyed it at first, it’s because she missed the sense memory of Coffee and by its presence, Janeway).

Her ability to call Neelix whenever it was needed. The Doctor and his many long-winded lessons, that she found out, he only just learned.

Naomi Wildman. Tuvok. Janeway.

She kept in regular contact helped by Icheb.

But the moment Icheb died all those connections she kept up slipped away.

She missed all of them but Seven committed to her life as a Fenris Ranger, even more, she committed to finding Icheb's killer and everyone responsible for Icheb being stripped for parts.

Seven knew Janeway and Tuvok would not approve and they would be obligated to stop her. So, Seven took herself out of the equation.

But, in the grand scheme of things, the thing she missed most and took for granted was the regular maintenance checks with the Doctor.

Seven doesn't let it show but she's had residual pain in her shoulder and joints and low-grade headache. Sometimes Regeneration helps but it doesn't solve all the things that ail. Seven tries to do regular maintenance on her cybernetic parts but the internal ones she can't reach are harder to do.

This was resolved when she was finally allowed access to Starfleet resources -- and among them, the EMH. I'm sure the Doctor tried to, over the years, contact Seven but via the virtue of Seven's revenge crusade and guilt, I don't think Seven allowed herself to be contacted.

So for over 20 years, before she was in regular contact with Starfleet she's felt residual, chronic pain.

And even with the Doctor's help some things are hard to reverse, so Seven still has some phantom pain, especially when she hasn't regenerated in days.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Her eyes can glow. Just like a predatory animal could, in the dark. Seven just chooses not to, even her natural eye, which also had enhancements -- since we see from Voyager that Seven's view of the world is very much like a heads-up display with a green filter.

It's also why she has trouble identifying when something is glowing green because Seven's default view of the world is filtered in Borg green.

Seven calibrated her eyes when, the one time Neelix entered her Cargo Bay, in the early days, she opened her eyes and observed him puttering about but didn't say anything.

Until Neelix turned around and screamed so loud it brought on the security team.

But she could. If she wanted to, make her eyes glow, she could see much better in the dark too.

Seven learned a long time ago that people need her to act as flawed and as Human.

Many in the Alpha Quadrant forget that ex-Borg can be terrifying, and Seven helps them try to forget the Borg can be terrifying.

But sometimes... it can be useful.

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