Livestream resulted in this!
Leave me to fiddle, and I make sparkles.
Thanks to all who came, you are lovely~~
maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s genetic engineering
Damn. Missed the livestream AGAIN.
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Livestream resulted in this!
Leave me to fiddle, and I make sparkles.
Thanks to all who came, you are lovely~~
maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s genetic engineering
Damn. Missed the livestream AGAIN.
I know you’re out there Elise
Circling the waters like a gotdamned shark.
These are essentially random drabbles. They started off cute in my head but then I remembered child rearing is not cute. Not really. So..uh yeah. The end was after I somehow constructed a story about why their youngest would be so young and it needed to be tragic because HAHAHA idk. bye
don’t read it.
fun fact in ds9 jadzia dax mentions that one of her past lives, emony, who was an olympic gymnast, had an affair with one leonard mccoy while she was judging a tournament on earth and nO ONE has wriTTEN me fANFICTION ABOUT IT
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak Additional Tags: fluffy, Happy, smiling, Infatuation, delight!, Feel-good, Indulgent Summary:
Post-canon Cardassia vignettes, inspired by The Cure’s “Mint Car.”
Very light, very fluffy, very self-indulgent.
Hey, the world may be half-destroyed, but Cardassia rebuilds, Cardassia survives - and in the meantime, infatuation is a power unto itself. Even survivors fall in love, as Elim Garak is finding out. (Julian Bashir is pleased to assist.)
Fluffy nonsense, as promised. Great fun to write! There’ll be more as I work my way through the song.
And what a fun song it is… ahhhh!
A year ago today I made my first post tagged #ds9.
Since then, and because of it, I’ve fallen in love with new characters, alien species and societies, and relationships (god, so many relationships). My appreciation for the Star Trek universe has expanded exponentially. And I’ve met so many incredibly talented, creative, fun people.
So, I just wanted to say: Thanks, Deep Space Nine. (And thanks to you guys, too!)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Series: Part 3 of Deep Dish Nine Summary:
Garak doesn’t believe in fate, destiny, or luck, and they don’t believe in him either.
Set in and written for the Deep Dish Nine universe, but I’ve been told it will work for just about any Garak and Bashir.
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I made a small thing, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks as usual to tinsnip, who used the world’s sweetest peer pressure to convince me to post this.
I forgot to post it there earlier, but for people who would rather look at it there, the DD9 ‘Thief’ story bit I put up earlier is on Dreamwidth now as well~
This is amazing. I recommend reading it - quite highly, in fact.
An absolutely gorgeous (canon-compliant) fic that picks up directly after Our Man Bashir. If you’ve ever wanted to know what other people were up to on the station instead of whatever the episode might’ve been focusing on at the time, this fic fills in the gaps beautifully. Did I mention canon-compliant? :D Told primarily from Garak’s POV. Go read!
…And this ladies and gentlemen is where fanfiction comes from.
Seriously, this is all Zennia’s fault. I find a fellow Danish SPN fan and then she drops the bomb on me that she also ships Garak/Bashir! CONFETTI, IT’S A PARADE!
But then she goes on to say I should write a crossover fic with both destiel and Garak/Bashir in it. I say sure, maybe at some...
I assure you, I am going to write more Garak/Bashir besides In His Skin.
Under a readmore because spoilers I guess…
Betrayed by his parents
Living a life that’s a lie
Intelligence high
Morale low.
His anger, masked by a desire to help.
His anger, deep beneath the surface.
His anger, channeled through his work.
His anger, unsuccessfully repressed.
Elim, the tailor.
The friend that can not help
He understands the pain
But will not reveal it.
Betrayed by his parents
Living a life that’s a lie
Intelligence high
Morale low.
Got my Deep Dish Nine stuff on A03!
Jules hadn’t been able to tell cats from dogs. His aunt had a chihuahua whose triangular ears, naked pink nose, and leaf-colored eyes aligned perfectly with the teacher’s description of a cat’s identifying features; and besides, it hated him—skittered away from his small hands to occupy a square of sunlight, or jump on his mother’s leg, and at home their dog loved him even when he was afraid. Their dog was a big Afghan hound who slinked around trailing long silky fur with an expression of incredible sorrow. There was no reason to lump him in with the twitching creature his aunt carried in her skirt like a hunter-gatherer with a harvest.
oh my god you guys ficrec ficrec ficrec
Julian Bashir conducts cross-cultural ethics research by telling Elim Garak fairy tales and asking him what the morals are.
Right? Riiight? Except also amazing dialogue and discussions of toast and Elim Garak bleating like a billy goat and it is so fucking sweet you will die.
And it’s not really a story, just a collection of little sub-stories, so don’t let the “unfinished” tag scare you off; each chapter is complete in and of itself.