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Aspiring Author🖋 Boushh Babe đŸ‘œ Purveyor of xenospice đŸŒ¶đŸŒŒ science fiction and fantasy romance 📖 đŸŒœâ˜€ïžđŸȘđŸŒ

Character art drawn by me! (except the robot graphic, that is from Canva) Strange Salvage is a 90k slow burn romance set against scifi fast paced adventure! After rescuing a human lost is deep space, a down-on-her-luck salvager loses everything, only for their paths to cross again aboard a dangerous pirate vessel where revenge and unexpected romance await them as they search for a legendary shipwreck.
FCC Approves Extremely Controversial Space Mirror Satellite That Could "Flash Blind" Drivers And Ruin Astronomy The Federal Communications Commission picks commercial interests over the public’s concern. --- Science fiction come to life. They want to make 50k of these things. Sounds like a good way to heat up the planet
Stars my Destination by Alfred Bester This book was given the high praise "the best science fiction I ever read." By some random bookstore employee. I enjoyed it for what it was but the main character was anything but likeable. Never a good sign when the protagonist commits r*pe in chapter 2...this book definitely feels its age. #scificlassics #scifibooks #SF
Player of Games is considered a must read for scifi lovers and has been on my TBR forever. While some may find the pacing slow, I was intresred by protagonist, Gurgeh's growing apathy at being the best player of games in the Culture mixed with his fear that he was slowly growing irrelevant and losing his competitive spirit. All that changes when a dysfunctional drone blackmail him into joining Contact, which sends him on a mission to play games in a distant alien empire that threatens the Culture's way of life.
Book cover for Homebound by a Lydia Hope. A scifi romance about a dying alien inmate who is cared for by a lonely janitor.
Calamity by Constance Fay Love this cover! science fiction romance #SFR Space Adventure
Cat with tie hopes his day isnt long. Behind him waits the "long day factory"
Art: Retro futurism house complete with bang bed and poolside pinball. Book refernced in message: Stars my Destination
Artist rendition of a Moon clearing the division on Saturn's rings Kevin M. Gill
A portrait of Annie Jump Cannon 1863-1941
Since December ive added 6000 words to my scifi romance manuscript and now with the polish i am hovering at 90k. I cannot allow it to go any higher.
"...their spikes spiked..." Yesss, but how spikey are we really talking about here?
Modern book cover for Neuromancer, the scifi classic that defined cyber punk
Afocal imaging , astro photograghy of the moon rise, December 31st 4pm Sweden. Galaxy S24 Omegon Basic 150 EQ
Crappy photo of the moon Omegon 150 EQ-3 Camera: my phone
Romancing the Beat by Gwen Hayes Romance novel writing guide
The tunnel was tight. His shoulders scraped both walls as he crawled on his hands and knees. The floor beneath him felt oddly pliable and spongy, flexing under his weight like a wet carpet. Moisture from the walls soaked into his sleeves. He tried and failed not to think too hard about what he was crawling through. He imagined a throat that could choose to swallow him at any moment. “You sure this is safe?” he called ahead. She didn’t answer him, but glanced over her shoulder and offered him a flash of her lemon-slice grin. “Lovely.” He muttered, trying not to slip as he rounded a bend in the tunnel. His knees were now soaked with
something. “I will need an industrial-strength shower after this.”
My boston terrier posing with the lego U S.S. Enterprise. Box is heavy!!!
Fortune's pawn by Rachel Bach
1am on sale...lol
Goddamnit Donut - our protagonist, Carl's catchphrase. This is what happens when your cat enters the dungeon with you. Princess Donut (grand champion best in dungeon) is now one of my favourite characters.
A man and his cat must survive an insane planet sized Dungeon to impress an intergalactic reality TV show. His cat has better stats then him... Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman
My marked up first draft, identifying plot issues, inconsistencies, and fixing typos, echoes, and pov.
Ordered a copy of my scfi-romance novel just for me thru Lulu, Cover art and design from GetCovers (only teasing it for now), and formatted with scrivener to practice going thru the whole process. I can't wait to mark it up and paper it in post it notes. So estatic I have gotten this far! Strange Salvage will hopefully be completed in spring 2026.
Xenomorph egg salt and pepper shakers from the Alien movie.
Book 3 of the Bobiverse - All these World, and amazing ending to the Others story arc. Look forward to more Bob books. Science fiction, space exploration, future tech, planet colonisation, human brain in a probe
Asimov books: Foundation, Foundation and Empire, Second Foundation. Paper backs from the 60s
Scrivener screenshot of my word count, my sfr story sits comfy at 76k words.
Red yellow and black, this ship is fly!
The Grandmaster’s Party Yacht from Thor: Ragnarok
But his drink no sooner hit the bar when it was snatched up by a scaley ashen hand. The Xint with one eye had snuck up next to them with surprising speed. The reptile leaned on the bar, uncomfortably close to Joe, and gave a low hiss, thier glassy yellow eye sizing him up. The Xint was smaller than him by at least a foot, but their claws and teeth were quite formidable. “You look soft, human. I thought your kind would be bigger.” They hissed a sharp laugh and ruefully twisted their tongue in the stolen glass, slurping up its contents. He returned their cruel gaze with a bemused expression. “You enjoying that?” Joe asked, probably against his better judgement. The Xint’s large eye quivered. They reared forward, spines fully up, but Joe refused to budge. Shit. He hadn’t even been here ten minutes and he was already being challenged. The Xint’s gang pushed in behind them to watch, waiting to see how Joe was going to react to their leader’s provocation. To them, he was probably tonight's entertainment. How annoying.
It was an alien. She tensed, lips pressed into a thin line. It shouldn’t have surprised her, other species traveled with Esponian crews all the time. But still, her heart quickened and sent a viridescent wave of apprehension through her bioluminescent markings. She bit her lip, leaning closer to get a better look. She just hoped this alien was one of the friendlier kind. Slowly, she crawled toward the survivor’s face, hidden beneath the pod’s life-support mask. The visor was fogged, streaked with condensation. She hesitated, then gingerly gripped the mask and tugged. With a sticky pop, the seal broke and peeled away. A pale face appeared before her—cold and still, yet fragile in its deathlike repose. Thier eyes remained closed, framed by dark lashes. Thier lips, tinged faintly blue, parted slightly. A black tangle of something—clung damply to their forehead. It looked like
hair? Minns’ eyes widened, a golden flash of wonder rippling through her head fronds. I know what you are, you’re a— “Human. Male.” MX interjected, as if reading her mind. “You should not have pulled him out so quickly. The pod requires several intervals to stabilize—”
Nostromo unlocking (Aliens, 1979)
Nostromo from 1979 Alien - the scifi movie that defined the space horror genere
Kawaii store in Stockholm
Newest scifi pick, We are Legion (We are Bob)
We're not programs, GERTY, we are people. 😱😱😱
It was even darker down here than in the spine, and he worried that if he ventured much farther, he might get turned around—or worse, fall into something. But then a soft sigh caught his ear. He turned to see a graceful figure moving amongst the pipes and hangings, her form accentuated by the patterns of gentle light streaming over her. A halo of light shimmered around her face, while delicate head fronds, numerous and slender, cascaded past her shoulders. They pulsed softly with shades of deep oceanic blue, the color gradually shifting as it traveled from her scalp to the tips in a smooth, rhythmic flow. Her large, dark eyes sparkled with concentration as she studied something in front of her, a charming crinkle of focus creasing the bridge of her smooth, dark nose. A constellation of bioluminescent markings freckled her cheeks and forehead, echoing the pattern of human freckles. She was so captivating, he couldn’t help but stare, awestruck.
A reminder to seek out the local vet if you get sick on another planet 😆 Just scifi things
An explosion of pain erupted deep within him, and he gasped—lungs. I have lungs. And holy hell, he wished he didn’t. Each breath burned like fire as he wheezed and gulped for air. His extremities followed, awakening in a wave of sharp, needling agony—thousands of tiny points stabbing him all at once. Then his entire body began to tremble, violent shakes coursing through him as every limb jolted to life. He heard a terrible chattering in his skull—his teeth? The sound was so loud, he thought they might shatter his jaw. He needed to focus, to command his body to obey. Eyes, open!
Rain across planetary systems Venus - sulphuric acid Earth - water Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, neptune - diamonds!
Tron, Japanese movie poster
The ultimate 3 act structure: 5 minutes call to adventure 2 hours of eye watering action 5 minutes for family BBQ time
I love this poster design! The Black Hole - waltzed Disney productions
Baby creepers playing with a knife, Mickey17
She smirked and scooted in closer until she was almost rubbing shoulders with him. “What’s for lunch today?” she asked conversationally, a note of added pep in her voice. “Nothing special.” he gestured at his bowl. “Just some Palmna rice.” She squinted at the steaming bowl of tiny grey pellets. “Espo long grain, plain?” She jabbed a shell stick at the gooey mound. “You’re supposed to drown that in sauce. Otherwise, it’s like chewing sand.” Joe shrugged. “Maybe that’s how I like it.” He took another bite, and Minns watched as he swallowed it down without a hint of enjoyment. He then took a sip from a dented metal cup. “Mmhmm
And you’re washing it down with a cup of diluted Vestra tea? How incredibly
” Joe turned to her now, a hint of something in his eyes that told Minns she should probably shut her mouth. “
boring.” Joe exhaled. “Not everyone enjoys Espo cuisine,” his accent growing a bit more deliberate and stiff. “But it’s the only thing I can eat without feeling nauseous from the taste.”
A book about a woman, a door, will love come knocking. The answer is yes.