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Sick Headcanons

Garak when you’re sick: platonic

Garak would be quick to notice you’re not feeling well, and would gently chastise you for not taking care of yourself (the hypocrite).

Garak would show up to check on you under the guise of delivering a couple of books for you to read.

Garak would be excellent at keeping your illness private/secret from well-meaning doctors if you so desired.

Garak when you’re sick: Romantic

You never bothered to tell him the code to your quarters, but that never stops him from showing up unannounced with your favorite soup and some herbal tea he keeps for special occasions. 

He would offer to distract you with conversation and perhaps the occasional lie *cough* story. 

Or, if you preferred, he’d help you into bed and let you rest while cuddling him. He won’t tell you but he’s very appreciative of your extra warmth.

He’d replicate a whole bunch of blankets to keep you warm and make a little nest on the couch, then encourage you to lay your head in his lap or lean on his shoulder. 

Would not be phased at all by bodily fluids. He could take anything you threw or projectile vomited at him. 

Garak when he’s sick

More easily aggravated

Would push himself and throw himself into his work as a distraction

Would eat medicine like candy, but only what he can replicate himself. He’s not going to be seen in the infirmary. 

There’s a good chance he might try to cancel your lunches for a time. His appetite isn’t what it normally is when he’s sick

Also, if pressed about it, he would deny up and down that he’s under the weather.

Would have a hard time accepting help in any form. 

He will insist he doesn’t need it, but won’t tell you that he would like it. 

A random idea that’s featured in the fic I’m working on

He will hint to you that he wants a specific soup that his mother used to make 

If you make it, he will not thank you for it, but instead, criticize you and tell you it’s nothing like his mother used to make.

It does not matter what kind of cook you are. You could be a three-star Michelin chef. He will not tell you he likes it. 

Do not be discouraged. The soup was perfect. (Maybe even a little too perfect) But, he will never in a million years tell you so. 

The only hint you’re getting is that next time he’s sick, he will again, ask for the soup. 

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Requested By: anonymous

“headcanons for garak and a reader that is his best friend and a new security officer on DS9, perhaps? Both feel isolated there. So the reader decides to make Garak feel less alone by sneaking a present and decorations into his shop.”

Note: I am not dead! Hoorah! Super sorry for the late posting of this lol, but y’know how it is. Hope you like it nonetheless😊

Pairing: Platonic (?) Garak and GN Reader

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 407

Holidays and Friends

So you recently transferred to DS9 as a new security officer. Already you felt like an outsider.

The captain and all of his senior officers knew each other so well, they had all gone through so much while you were just… there.

You never were good at making new friends, so when a certain Cardassian tailor approached you one day, asking very politely to sit with you while you ate, you, albeit hesitantly, agreed.

After that fateful day, you, Garak, and surprisingly Dr Bashir, all shared lunch together for months to follow.

On your time off, you would visit Garak at his store, keeping him company while he sewed pants and dresses. 

It was a strange friendship, that was for certain, but you enjoyed each other’s company regardless.

You liked to think you were approachable, but by your very apparent lack of friends aboard the space station, you might have been wrong in that assumption. 

Garak kept you company and you kept him company. You both felt so isolated on the station; you with your late arrival and him with his “sketchy” background. 

So when the holidays rolled around and everyone seemed to have plans while you and Mr Garak did not, you decided to take things into your own hands.

It started very simple, just a few decorations and maybe a present but it soon grew into a whole pile of streamers, lights, ornaments, you name it. Along with a fairly expensive sewing kit that took weeks to ship. 

Since you and Garak were such close friends you knew exactly when you could sneak into his shop and set everything up.

Thankfully Garak and Dr Bashir took so long eating lunch.

After everything was put up, the lights and streams strung along the ceiling, the ornaments hanging from clothes and racks, you moved the quite heavy sewing kit – that you wrapped yourself – onto the main table just before Garak walked in.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement.

“My dear, what is all of this for? A holiday? Why, you didn’t tell me a thing and now I feel completely underdressed!”

You had Garak open his present almost immediately, your desire for him to see it and like it overwhelmed you. He was the one constant on the station, the one you could count on, and you wanted to make the day special, even if he had no idea what holiday you were celebrating.

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whoever decided that a big part of siskos characterization is that if theres a little baby anywhere on the station he will sense it and will break barriers and compromise his morals and fight his way through insurmountable odds just to pick the lil guy up and go :D was SO smart ily mwah

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I realize I'm late to the party, but I wanted to say your writings are amazing, and that I adored the Troublesome Heart series. Thank you!

💜💜💜 Man, I need to write the rest of it 😅

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it’s so funny how kira sees sisko as a religious figure but she’s still like rude to him

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It is very likely that Cardassians are semi-nocturnal as well as semi-crepuscular. Now, lemme back myself up, here.

Cardassians are reptilian, meaning they are cold-blooded to some degree, and thusly need heat to remain comfortable and healthy. Now, lots of reptiles are fans of bright lights because bright lights = heat. But, there are reptiles that sleep a lot during the day, sunbathing, and hunt at night. This isn't to say that they aren't active at all during the day, but it's really the best time for them to catch some Z's.

Cardassia is very bright in some scenes, yes, but there are also scenes where the natural light appears to be a murky red color. One could say that this was due to a sunrise or a sunset. If that's true, it supports the idea of Cardassians being crepuscular (awake during twilight hours).

We see Deep Space Nine as Terok Nor in the past, while Cardassians are still running it, and it is very dark. Nighttime dark. In every scene. It’s also pretty steamy in there. So when Cardassians have the ability to completely engineer their environment, they make it dark and humid. They would probably function very well in a tropical rainforest. Seems nocturnal to me!

So, I offer as tribute: while Cardassians can and will go about their business in broad daylight, they are at their most comfortable in the dark or dim light, most likely because their eyes don't have much natural protection from glare. So, yes, sunglasses would probably serve them well and Garak should totally have been rocking a visor.

hey folks i have a Cardassian Canon Question

so like in the Wire, it’s stated that the one of the causes of all Garak’s Pain and Suffering is the fact that the lights on the station are too bright, but what we see of Cardassia as a planet is that it’s fairly bright outside, and at least feels brighter than DS9. is this due to:

a) Cardassia’s atmosphere filtering out some kind of light that the station doesn’t (or something to this effect)

b) Cardassians always wearing sunglasses outside

c) a discrepancy in canon

d) something else that i haven’t thought of?

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dr julian bashir walking into quarks in a full plague doctor costume, headed for the holosuites

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Not a request - just a question: are you okay with writing polyamorous relationships? Love your works btw

Polyamorous specifically, no, I'm not really comfortable with that. HOWEVER, if what you're looking for isn't just polyamorous but perhaps something along the lines of "multiple people taking care of each other," then I definitely write friendship and family fics, because those are a lot of fun. I also have a soulmate AU in the works the runs on the basic concept of having one romantic soulmate and multiple platonic soul mates, so that one essentially has a soulmate network. Also bring on the platonic cuddles for literally anybody because we all need cuddles that aren't sexualized, please and thank you.

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Star Trek Concept people: and we call it, Deep Space Nine

Other Star Trek Concept People: we love it, except, we think you’re missing a character. You need a Doctor. It’s not Star Trek without a Doctor.

Star Trek concept people: ah. See. That’s the thing. We’ve been thinking. We’ve decided, what if, maybe, and bear with us here, what if we made him absolutely, unbearably sexy

Other Star Trek Concept People: WE LOVE IT

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Folklore

Requested Anonymously

Part Two of Troublesome Heart. There will be a third part.

Weyoun rested peacefully in Deep Space Nine's Infirmary. He was alright, but absolutely exhausted- Vorta, despite their resistance to poisons, were complete lightweights when it came to anesthesia, their bodies completely without defense against such drugs. Apparently the Founders hadn't ever thought about giving their servants painkillers. Dr. Bashir had insisted that the surgery had gone smoothly and that Weyoun would make a full recovery. You trusted the good doctor, but you insisted on staying at Weyoun's bedside overnight anyway.

The lights were dimmed and you were half-dozing when you realized you and Weyoun weren't alone.

The Female Changeling -couldn't someone give her a name?- stood where there had been nothing before. She had probably been disguised as a tricorder or a surgical instrument or something, but you didn't really care how she had done it. You had been expecting some trouble. Not necessarily her, but maybe someone who had it out for any Vorta, even one like Weyoun who wanted to help. You had expected a Starfleet cadet out for revenge or a Bajoran with a bad attitude, and you had prepared yourself.

Well, you thought, pulling your phaser from its hiding place and clicking it up to the highest setting, at least this works on Changelings too.

"He's mine now," you said, lifting the phaser so that she could see it. "You can't have him."

In the low light, the Female Changeling looked like something out of a nightmare. Something about her silhouette made you think she wasn't completely solid at the moment, like she wasn't fully invested in looking like a humanoid and would rather melt only halfway into the shape. She had chosen a pale blue color for her eyes, probably inspired by Odo's, and they glinted strangely. You weren't sure if it was the light or if Changelings had the ability to make themselves glow. And, if they did, and she was doing it right now, then this was all for dramatic effect.

You knew it: She was just a big drama queen.

Well... so was Odo, if you thought about it.

The Female Changeling made a hmph sound reminiscent of Odo's grumbling. "I don't want him." She looked at Weyoun with the same disgust and contempt that Kira usually reserved for Dukat. "Unfaithful creature."

You might have rolled your eyes, if you weren’t so afraid of looking away. "Okay, you see, that's why people keep defecting from the Dominion."

She glared at you. Her shimmering eyes wandered to examine your phaser. You weren't sure if she understood that it was a serious danger to her- it was outfitted to blast enough heat to at least seriously scorch her, if not disintegrate her. That wasn't something you especially wanted to do, but if she tried to hurt you or Weyoun, you wouldn't have much choice in the matter, would you?

"If you're not here for him, what do you want?" you asked.

"I want to understand," she said simply, as if that explained everything and she now expected you to write a complete essay on the matter.

"Understand what?"

"He..." She hesitated. Those blue eyes glittered as she tilted her head. You saw the glow reflect off where her hair should have been, but the texture you saw was like the wet clay of an unfinished piece of pottery. Definitely no hair, or even scalp. Just the basic shape of a head, and a somewhat melt-y one, at that.

Talk about dressing down.

"He was my most loyal servant for many, many years," she finally said. "But you... you managed to turn his faith. He left the Founders, his gods, for you. You are his god now."

Your gut rolled unpleasantly at the idea. "I'm not his god. I'm not like you."

"Then what are you?" she hissed, followed by a disgusting gurgle.

So that's what you sound like when you melt.

"I'm someone who loves him," you said, "and that's something he's never had before."

The Female Changeling scoffed derisively, rolling her eyes. "Love."

"Yes, love." You felt angry, suddenly, for Weyoun's sake. "I'm not talking about affection, or romance. I care about him. I chose to care about him, even though he wasn't on my side. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You think he doesn't know that? You think the other Vorta don't know that? Just give them a chance, and they'll all turn on you."

The Female Changeling said nothing in reply, but you could feel her scorn from across the room. If she had been willing to tolerate you for curiosity's sake before, she no longer was. You had insulted her in some of the worst ways, and someone with a god-complex like hers wasn't about to acknowledge being called an idiot.

"We took out his suicide implant," you told her.

"Termination," she corrected you. She... sounded angry.

"Same thing." Were you poking a bear? Probably.

She made a scraping noise like dragging sandpaper, but said no words. Her eyes glinted dangerously, and you knew you were pushing it, but you wanted to push it. You wanted to push her, to show her how close she had come to ruining Weyoun. You wanted her to feel shame.

"Every time I tell him he's done well, he glows," you said, brushing over Weyoun's hair with your free hand. You still held the phaser with poise, hoping that your shot would be faster and stronger than whatever she might shape-shift into if she got fed up with you. "When I say he's done something right, he is so proud, and when I thank him for even the smallest thing, he acts like I've given him a gift." You took a shaky breath to quell the outrage you felt on Weyoun's behalf. "All he wants is love and he is so good at loving. Why didn't you ever see that?"

"He was a servant, nothing more," said the Female Changeling with all the self-assured pompousness of a queen on her throne. She melted a little further across the smooth floor. "Now he is even less than that."

Your finger squeezed lightly over the trigger.

"Go," you said, jerking the phaser in her direction with hope that she might realize your were serious. "If you come back, I'll shoot you."

She hissed lowly before slowly melting away. You watched glistening sludge ooze across the floor and out the door. It had a faint yellow glow to it, almost like liquid embers, and you imagined that, if only she weren't so hideous in personality, you would think her to be beautiful.

Pity, you thought.

And then she was gone.

The station was still asleep and Julian hadn't even come to check on you when Weyoun began to stir.

You had been tempted by both emotional and physical exhaustion to get on one of the biobeds and fall asleep, just for a little while, but the Female Founder’s visit had triggered some version of a fight-or-flight response that kept you awake no matter how tired you got. Come morning, you were tired in a way that made your eyes ache, and you had a strained grip on your phaser that pinched the tendons from your wrist all the way up into your shoulder.

You carefully made sure the phaser was hidden from sight when Weyoun finally opened his eyes.

"Hey." You kissed his forehead as gently as you could. "The implant’s out. Everything went great. How do you feel?"

"Alright, I... suppose," he rasped. He couldn’t quite part his lips properly, and the words slurred from a heavy tongue. "I had... the strangest dream."

"Really?"

His lips quirked a little bit. His muscles were probably still too lax from the anesthesia from him to properly smile, or make any expression, really, but his eyes softened and you could imagine exactly what he was incapable of conveying. 

"I dreamed... that the Founders tried to make you a god. You refused them, because you had fallen in love with one of their servants."

You smiled and took his hand in yours. "Huh. Strange."

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This is my favourite Star Trek joke.

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The Vorta, Weyoun

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the more i think about it the more i’m convinced the ds9 higher-ups just keep garak around for shits and giggles. like. “this guy is a high-level threat to our security and he could probably hack the entire station if he tried but he’s a good laugh sometimes so he can stick around i guess.”

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Request: Weyoun distracting a very overworked security reader from work?

Words: 397

Warnings: None

Requester: Anon

This was a small, rare moment of peace. Not absolute peace; standing on the upper level of the Promenade wasn’t absolute peace. But for now, you weren’t having to watch any tense Cardassians or Jem’Hadar hungry for battle.

It was hard to stifle a yawn that threatened to come up, but you managed to. With Starfleet’s presence on the station gone, and the heightened tensions, it was getting harder to keep up security patrols.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

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Hi, I was wondering if you had a chance you could make some icons for ezri in the flower style?

Ohhhh I will definitely put that on my to-do list.