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so come home.

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Worst possible universe and bad representation etc but can you imagine. B'Elanna divorced and with only partial custody of her daughter, meeting Seven after years of no contact, and after Icheb died because Seven talked too much to a horrible woman that we interpret to be her ex. Having both failed utterly as caretakers, just like their parents had failed them. Would the self-loathing and despair be recognizable to each other then, or would they still misunderstand one another like they did back on Voyager?

(For the record I maintain neither situations were or would be entirely their fault—Seven was manipulated and deceived, and B'Elanna has every right to escape an unhappy marriage if it turns out to be one. But the guilt would be inevitable regardless, for very obvious reasons.)

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Michael Burnham be like: this is my sexy boyfriend who can talk to animals, this the mushroom guy, these are my bridge lesbians, this is my first officer who went through second puberty and no longer fears death, and this is the genocidal dictator I dragged here from an alternate universe whose history of war crimes and cannibalism I overlook because of unresolved guilt at letting my version of her die and she's fine with it cuz she can use me as a second chance with her adopted daughter whom she murdered for treason,

You Create Intricate Rituals That Allow You To Touch The Wounds Of Other Women (And Find Out That Their Blood Is Just As Red As Yours) <- B7 if I wasn't a coward about it

I still think this would be great! But also really difficult to write with nuance. Both Seven and B'Elanna have these ideas about what is monstrous and hideous about themselves that are incredibly fucked up & are just what they have internalized due to the constant othering they've been subjected to, even from the people that supposedly loved and cared about them. Their actual wounds are not the ones they think they have; the monstrous lies in the ways they've both been made to appear and behave more 'acceptably' according to the people around them, in their constant effort of fitting a mold that's only there for the peace of mind of others

People who try to tell me things are ‘not that deep’ fundamentally misunderstand me, I am not a fish desperately in search of the ocean, I am a magpie that roves the canons, searching for shiny things to put in my nest. Whether or not it actually is given deep narrative weight by canon itself is of secondary importance to the fact that it has the potential to be interesting, and thus, I covet it.

“It’s not that deep”

Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.