#Musings: Quark

[muses-inn]

@countlessrealities / meme

👊👊👊 [[ Ania, Carrion, Quark ]]

Multiple days of research can be pretty expensive and Ania is always out to look for someone to cover most of her expenses in the shape of sponsorships and donors. She is actually pretty good at finding people to sponsor her researches too. She's often out with many bottles of Slug-O-Cola and very specific food replicators. Her tents will brandish huge logos of specific manufacturers too.

She is very similar to Leck in that regard. If she works for someone, she will pick equipment for her researches in exchange. But unlike Leck, she's fine with slightly outdated things too, as long as it gets the job done.

Carrion uses its growls for echolocation. It can locate dead bodies that way but also communicates with its hive. It can duplicate itself at whims and spreads that way across a place at breathtaking speed. That's actually something I also intend to add to its abilities eventually but I keep forgetting to do that.

If it comes to its tastes, it will swallow everything that's somehow edible, no questions asked. However, it isn't particularly fond of sour and bitter things. It does have an uncanny sweet tooth. But, offer it a chocolate and a lemon and it will just eat you, the lemon and the chocolate anyway.

Quark always tries out new things that may earn him an extra dime. If there's something popular that isn't illegal, he'll jump on the bandwagon right away and do his own Quark-Version of it. Popular drinks, food, accessories... there was almost certainly a Quarkified version of it on the market at some point. 99% of these cheaply-made copies were bad quality or tasted horrible tho. But you know, there is a reason Quark is called the King of Syntheol. When it comes to preparing any artificial alcohol drinks, no one beats him. It is mainly his drinks and his reputation thereof that keeps his chain of bars afloat

In terms of illegal stuff, he may do some shady business in his office every now and then. You know, when the crew of the DS9 is too busy doing their Starfleet things and he's in urgent need of some extra money. But you'll hav to pry that confession out of his cold dead hands. As far as it concerns him, he's a honest businessman. Which, surprisingly and for Ferengi standards, is mostly true.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Deep Space Shipping

I've seen many of these, but here's my attempt at mapping the DS9 polycule! ;)

All of these ships have 25+ fics on AO3 (aside from Kira/Miles, but the Keiko/Kira/Miles tag makes up for that :P) I love this fandom and this silly queer space station so damn much ❤❤

And man, some of the triads/quads/and more that come out of this are 👌👌

[kareenvorbarra]

ju and i watched the 2004 merchant of venice movie (a play i have not read or seen before and knew very little about) and it was fascinating but now i'm just kinda depressed

they played most of it very seriously but i got the sense that as originally written it was supposed to be funnier, which made for a lot of tonal weirdness. the courtroom scene was extremely brutal and everything that happened afterwards seemed trivial in comparison, especially since i found it basically impossible to care about portia, bassanio, or antonio at that point

[achaoticbee]

Quark would be a rainbow capitalist, but also genuinely give a shit about gay rights. He may be a liar and a cheat, but he's not heartless.

Lost DS9 season 8 episode plot : Quark becomes a rainbow capitalist

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pre-outbreak!joel miller × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you love joel, but god he can't cook. Meaning it's time that he learns a thing or two! However having a daughter who finds it quite amusing could make things difficult.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this is just pure fluff honestly, Joel trying to cook – he's pretty but damn he needs practice, this fanfiction is not 18+ anyone can interact with it! (the series is 16+ but there is nothing mentioned here however I don't advice it to anyone whose scared easily), reader has no specific race or anything just that she's from Germany and her great grandma made Quark Balls (Quarkkäulchen)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — my first joel fic!!! I'm sooo excited and I have more planned, do you want more? reblog/comment and follow!!! let's see where Joel takes us on my blog :)

Coming home at same time as Joel was something that happened every fifth full moon, he always came home late while Sarah and you were home before five in the evening. Add to that, Joel more often than not broke his promise on coming home on time.

Now imagine your surprised expression as you walked into the house and saw Joel standing in the kitchen. Sarah sat at the table giggling to herself, watching her father who apparently tried to cook?

You sneaked up on him, Sarah already noticing you and trying to keep quiet. Peaking around Joel you wondered what he was doing, your man was peeling potatoes with a knife and almost cutting himself.

“Okay, enough of this torture,” you chuckled. Joel’s eyes widened the moment he heard your voice behind him. Quickly he turned around to face you with an akward smile.

“What exactly are you doing…,” you added and took the knife and potato gently from his hands. “Cooking, darlin’,” he trailed off which had you grinning, “I can see that, however I’m a bit concerned about your fingers,” you mused inspecting his fingers for any injuries.

His attempt on peeling potatoes was rather cute, but what was he trying to cook? “And what are you trying to cook?” snaking your arms around his waist to rest your chin on his chest.

“The Quark Balls your great grandma used to make, the ones you talk about doing all the time,” Joel leaned down to press his lips to yours as your heart began beating fast. You couldn’t wish for a better man.

“Where did you get the recipe?” you asked stunned, the book which held the recipe was with your grandma back in Germany.

Sarah stood up and came to your side with a proud smile, “she send it over, it took a little bit but today it came in the mail, and I went to the store to buy everything!” she told you excited, jumping up a little which was adorable. You hugged her to your side, “thank you,” you whispered kissing her forehead.

Your eyes found Joel’s and you couldn’t help but giggle, “let’s make those Quark Balls.” He released a protesting sound, “no, we, Sarah and I will make them, and you will sit here and look pretty.” His hands gently pushed you towards the table.

Shaking your hand, you took his from your waist, “I love you, but you just can’t cook,” you didn’t want to sound mean, but it was the truth.

Joel looked at you playfully offended, “you dare to say I can’t cook?” Pursing your lips together, “well…yeah,” “I thought you loved me!” You released a wholehearted laugh in which Sarah joined, “she’s right dad,” now his eyes were on his daughter who laughed uncontrollably by now.

“You’re my daughter, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Joel shook his head at his daughter and fixed his gaze on you.

“Oh, stop whining and let’s get this done,” you nudged his shoulders and got the potato peeler from the drawer, “this, is a tool which makes peeling potatoes easier,” you held up the peeler to your man’s face.

Giving Joel the peeler while you read over the recipe, Sarah went back to her previous seat to observe the both of you.

You grabbed a Tupperware bowl especially made for the microwave to make the potatoes cook faster. Suddenly you heard a noise from Joel, the man had cut himself.

“Oh, my love,” you spoke and turned around to him, trying to hold back a chuckle. The cut wasn’t deep, but it did bleed a little bit and given its place it would be an uncomfortable pain. “I’ll get a plaster,” Sarah stood up with a teasing smile, when she came back, she held a Winnie The Pooh themed bandage. “Really?” Joel asked with a pointed look at his daughter.

“Was the only one left,” she shrugged, but the smirk she hid from him told you that it was infect not the only one left. You put the plaster around Joel’s cut and kissed it before moving him back to peel the potatoes.

Lastly you got a grater along with a bowl from the cupboard and set them up for later. Joel was finished and looked at you for further instructions, “now we cook them,” a big question mark formed above his head at your words.

A chuckle escaped your lips, “what did you do before you met me?” you shook your head and put the potatoes into the Tupperware bowl and filled it with water until they were covered. “I got baby food and dad ate everything that was ready in five minutes,” Sarah enlightened you, earning a small glare from her father.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” you joked nudging your hips against his, “okay, enough bullying me,” Joel told you in a stern voice that left no room for argument. You put the potatoes into the bowl and placed it in the microwave setting the timer at fifteen minutes.

“Sarah, have you done your homework yet?” you asked causing her to grimace and you already knew the answer, “then off you go.” She gave you a playful annoyed smile and went to her room, however you knew it wouldn’t take long until she was finished.

As soon as Sarah was upstairs Joel had you pressed against his chest and chin on your shoulder, “I’m not a bad cook,” he mumbled against your clothed skin.

You lifted your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, “mhm, no you’re not,” you agreed turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. There was a hint of mock in your voice which Joel caught on and started tickling you, “no, no, no, Joel!” you squeaked.

He stopped tickling you and draw circles over your skin as he began pouting, “how can you be so mean to me? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You shook your head, suddenly a weird noise from the microwave got your attention. Furrowing your brows, you walked to the microwave and opened it, waves of water greeting you. Sighing you stopped the timer, noticing the missing lid, “Joel….” “Yes, my love, light of my life?” he asked with an akward smile.

“Did you forget to put the lid…on the bowl? You know water boils and might swap over,” you lectured him. Joel sighed, “yes, I did and yes, I know,” embarrassment spreading in him.

“Thank god you’re pretty,” you muttered and fixed his mistake. You weren’t mad at him, maybe a little bit as it was a silly mistake, but it can happen. Besides Joel never used the bowl before, this could be a part of the reason.

The timer still had ten minutes left so you took Joel and sat him at the table, “stay here and when I need my strong, pretty man I will call you,” you gave him a loving kiss on his lips.

Joel felt bad, he wanted to surprise you, but his lack of cooking skills made it hard. While he loved your cooking, he hated how you always had to cook for him while he sat there and did nothing. Of course, you told him it was okay however that didn’t ease the feeling.

After the timer was up you moved to get a bigger bowl to add the quark later, now you could use Joel. You didn’t want him to feel helpless.

Taking his hand, you positioned him in front of and gave him a grater, “rub the potatoes into the bigger bowl, careful hot. Then I will add the quark you can mix, sound good?” squeezing his hand.

“Sound’s good, darlin’,” he agreed and did as he was told, the task was a bit difficult given the state of the potatoes, but he mastered it. When he was done you added the quark, sugar and salt to the mix, as asked Joel mashed it together.

“Now we have a dough!” you exclaimed excitingly and clapped your hands. Just then Sarah was back and already eyed the finished mixture, with a knowing smile you grabbed her a spoon to make a taste test.

“More sugar,” she stated, handed you the spoon. You tried too and nodded, “agreed,” grabbing the sugar you added two more spoons.

Joel mixed again and Sarah gave you a thumbs up, “good now lets heat the pan,” it was time to bake the Quark Balls, “did you know that even tho it’s balls, they’re not balls? You take a little dough on a spoon and put it in the pan, then press it down so its max one centimetres thick. Meaning it’s actually Quark Flats,” you gave them a little lesson on the translation from German to English.

Frying them in the pan from both sides with a lot of butter to have  golden brown. The first few were a bit too dark which was why you flattened them a little more and used less heat.

Sarah snatched the first one and groaned from the taste, “these are delicious,” she praised. You chuckled happily, “thank you,” holding one up to Joel who eagerly took it. He had the same reaction as his daughter, “darlin’ these are amazing,” he pressed as kiss to your cheek after slowing the last bit.

“I’m very happy you like them, I think Omi would be proud,” you told them with a smile, heart warming at the thought of your great grandma. She always made the best Quark Balls, better than anyone or anything.

“I think we should cook more often together,” Sarah said as she hugged your side, a laugh escaping you, “you didn’t do anything, little troublemaker.” “I was moral support!” she argued playfully.

𝑱𝑶𝑬𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 — @jobean12-blog

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |I do have a taglist however it has conditions that must be followed — you can follow @sstanhoe-updates for updated without anything

[mad-scientist-clown]

the muse was like,, a weird episode of ds9. the lwaxana plot was actually really good (ODO WOULD INVITE QUARK TO HIS WEDDING????) but the energy thought vampire that was weird with jake was fucked up. isnt he like?? 17 or smth??? it was just. i didnt like it. it was no good.

[muses-inn]

what kind of herb are you?

Basil You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.

[humunanunga]

Because in the case of Matthew Taylor Coleman, it was.

You can believe in magic, but watch out.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Quark and Odo vs Bones and Spock

I have just re-watched Profit and Loss, and this scene in there really struck me as being extremely similar to one in TOS's Requiem for Methuselah.

Compare:

What was I supposed to say? That I love her? That I would do anything for her? That without her, my life would be meaningless? Sure, I could say those things, but what good would it do? How could I expect you to understand? You've never had those feelings. You don't know what it means to really care about another person. You've never been in love. You've got all the emotions of a stone. No offence.

with:

You wouldn't understand that, would you, Spock? You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you'll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you'll never know simply because the word love isn't written into your book. Goodnight, Spock.

And we all know that Spock and Odo both do feel love, in the end.

[leopardcoffee]

I've Got The Bull By The Horns 1/5

Captain Solok/Captain!Reader

🫧Warnings: Xenophobic themes, harsh language, ANGST

🫧Notes: Reader is femme aligned, most referred to the in 2nd person, this is an AO3 reupload!

There was absolutely no doubt in your mind that Captain Solok was the person you hated most in life. Everything he did, everything he said, made you want to just tear your hair out. He was so infuriating, so pompous, so utterly full of himself that some days you simply refused to believe he was Vulcan at all. You knew full well that your opinion was not exclusive, many DS9 personnel despised him, though perhaps only Captain Sisko’s hatred measured up to your own. Upon finding out that once again, Solok would be docking the T’kumbra here for repairs, you slammed your hand down on your station.

“What’s the matter Commander?” Major Kira came up behind you and placed her hand tenderly on your shoulder. She was always so thoughtful in that way.

“Solok is the matter, I can’t stand him. I’d rather die than have to see his smug face ever again.” You said through gritted teeth. Something about him just ignited such uncontrollable rage inside of you. You knew why, but you’d be damned before you’d ever admit it.

“Don’t say that, there’s no way he’s that bad.” Kira mused.

“Oh but he is, he is that bad. He’s the most arrogant, privileged, obnoxious person I've ever had the misfortune to meet. I’d be perfectly happy to hear he’d fallen off the face of Vulcan, never to be seen again.”

“Why? I know why Benjamin has such a problem with him, but why do you?”

You let out a long sigh. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time. Tell you what, we’ll have a girl’s night and you can tell me all about it. Besides, don’t you want to hear about who I’m seeing?” Kira whispered playfully in your ear, she always knew what to say to get you to agree. The prospect of relaxing with Kira after your shift sounded nice anyway, even if you would have to talk about Solok at some point. Rest had been escaping you lately.

“Count me in. I’ll meet you at Quark’s after our shifts.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She smiled, bid you a good rest of your day, and headed off to continue with her duties.

As soon as she was out of sight, you let your shoulders slump. Sighing, you rubbed a hand across your forehead. You really didn’t want to talk about Solok with her, or with anyone. But if it had to happen, better to confide in Kira than anyone else. You knew that you probably should have gone to a counselor after what had happened with him, but the prospect of working your feelings away had won out over your better judgment. Nonetheless, you had already agreed to it, there was no backing out now.

-

Nervously, you made your way down the promenade to Quark’s. You picked at the edges of your uniform cuffs, a bad habit from the academy you’d never been able to kick. You knew Kira would be waiting for you, but stalling sounded wonderful.

“Y/N! There you are, what took you so long?”

Kira bounded over and greeted you with a hug. She was a new person now that she’d moved on from Shakar, it warmed your heart to see her so happy. A small part of you resented her for it, you wish you’d turned out that way, but Solok had made you bitter. It bothered you, this wasn’t who you wanted to be. Some days you didn’t even recognize yourself or who you’d become. The experience had turned you sour, made you resentful and vengeful, always fighting the urge to let your temper rip on some unsuspecting soul. Only Kira seemed to be able to stand you these days, and only because she was so relentlessly optimistic.

“Got caught up with something.” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were reading Solok’s pre-docking briefing. He’d be here at 0700 tomorrow, and would stay for over a week. A whole week with Solok stalking around in your peripherals sounded like the most miserable experience possible.

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong. Solok’s arrival has been bothering you all day, don’t think Julian and Miles didn’t notice and let me know.” Kira led you to a quiet table in the back by your elbow, two raktajino’s already waiting. Seeing that Kira had ordered yours the way you liked it- hot, double sweet, extra cream- made you feel more relaxed. Settling in to your quiet little corner and taking a sip of your drink, you smiled into your cup as it warmed your insides.

“So, what’s going on?” Kira prompted, never one to stall.

“It’s just, Solok and I…it’s complicated. During our early days as lieutenants, we served together on the Hermes, we were very close. I don’t really remember when it started, but at some point we became…involved with each other. It lasted for a while, and we were going strong until he got promoted. Once he did, he went for it and never looked back. I didn’t know he’d been transferred until I asked the computer where he was, he’d never even bothered to tell me. Low and behold, I did some digging to find out where he’d gone and found he was a Vulcan supremacist and had been hiding it from me. I wasted so much time fooling around with him and he never cared for me at all. He’s nothing but a no-good, two-faced, xenophobic liar! I loved him and he never gave a damn about me. He broke my heart, that’s why I can’t stand him. That’s why I don’t want him around, that’s why I'd love to go back to my quarters and just curl up and die.”

The look on Kira’s face had not been what you were expecting. Some surprise you had anticipated, but complete and utter shock had not been a prediction.

“Oh, wow. That’s…not at all what I was expecting. Solok and you were together?”

Sighing heavily, you classed your hands tight on the table to maintain an outward look of composure. Even thinking about Solok made you sick to your stomach. It hurt to explain yourself because deep down underneath all the anger and hurt, you still loved him. It was no use lying to yourself and trying to pretend like he didn’t consume your every waking thought and wasn’t the object of all your desires. Just the idea that he had been using you for your body made you want to shrink in on yourself and never utter another sound for as long as you lived.

“It’s not something I'm proud of. All he ever did was take advantage of my feelings for his own personal gain. Having him here for the week is going to make me lose my grip on my life again, I can’t let that happen. It was nothing short of a miracle that I was on Bajor the last time he was here, maybe I can convince Sisko to let me take the week off.”

“But running away from him won't solve anything!” Kira protested. “Clearly this hurts you more than you’re willing to admit. I think the two of you need to have a talk, lay everything out on the table so you can truly be at peace. I mean, how long have you had this cloud hanging over you?”

Putting your head in your hands, you sighed again. Kira was right, serenity escaped you because you lived every day with this open wound. It would be hard to talk to him, but it would be well worth the strife in the end. Peeking out from between your laced fingers, you noticed that at some point it had gotten late. Most of the patrons had left for their quarters and Quark was tidying up to close for the evening. You were on alpha shift tomorrow, staying up any later would make Solok’s arrival that much harder.

“I’ll do it. I can’t keep living like this, I need to let him go.”

Kira’s arm ran comfortingly up and down your own. “That’s the spirit.” She smiled warmly before pushing out her chair. “We’d best get to bed, you need the rest more than anyone tonight.”

Nodding, you copied her motions and went to return your mugs to Quark before following Kira out onto the promenade. The two of you walked in comfortable silence until you reached the habitat ring and had to part ways. She enveloped you in a long hug.

“Sleep well, ok? I’ll be there with you tomorrow, everything's going to be ok.”

“Thank you.” You murmured into her shoulder. “Good night.”

Kira bid you pleasant dreams and went on her way, leaving you to walk the short distance to your quarters. Upon returning, the moment the door closed behind you, you collapsed onto your bed. There was no energy left in you to change into nightclothes or sort yourself out, you just needed to sleep. Deactivating the lights. You curled up under your blankets and drifted off, willing tomorrow to never come.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Just rewatched this scene again and actually it's terrifyingly easy?! I'm honestly not certain if Quark didn't accidentally trigger Julian here 😅

Like, he totally switches from confidently playing, to suddenly going still and quiet - the kind of body language that in other episodes (DBIP, Prodigal Daughter, even Inquisition) I would label as "sick with anxiety", if not "10 seconds away from a panic attack". And by the end of the game Julian is ridiculously out of it - that's not just "lack of focus", right?

The ease to which Quark emotionally manipulates Julian into losing his tongo game is insane 😂 like he's being so obvious about it too

[ectogeo-art]

The Descent

[Quodo drabble for the @ficwip prompt "love to hate you", rated M for hate sex and canon-typical violence. "The Ascent" AU.]

It’s a wonder it’s taken us this long to come to blows, Odo mused, as he and Quark rolled down the slope together, losing precious upward progress. 

As they wrestled—kicking, grappling, hurling well-deserved epithets—the friction and exertion warmed Odo, in pleasant contrast to this frigid planet. But when Quark writhed between his legs, trying to escape his pin, Odo’s body responded in an unexpected way. 

Quark noticed too and, to Odo’s horror, began humping him deliberately.

“Constable, I knew you liked me.”

Odo harrumphed, but ground down against his beloathed nemesis anyway, until they both found unsatisfying release.

[The end! ^_^ <3 ao3 link]

[ao3feed-ds9]

Hello It's Me

https://ift.tt/53OB4Uv by beat_me_with_a_bag_of_coins It's a few days after Lwaxana has left for Betazed. Odo is trying to act like nothing happened, but he can't deny he doesn't miss her presence. The crew— mainly Major Kira and Quark— are trying to figure out why DS9's favorite goo man has been a little down recently. Last everyone checked, Lwaxana is just gone home to have the baby. She's coming back... right? But what happens a few weeks later when Lwaxana finally returns to the station to divorce that dear, sweet man? Words: 2299, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Odo (Star Trek), Lwaxana Troi, Quark (Star Trek), Benjamin Sisko, Jadzia Dax, Kira Nerys Relationships: Odo/Lwaxana Troi, Odo & Lwaxana Troi, Odo & Quark (Star Trek) Additional Tags: POV Odo (Star Trek), Lwaxana Troi loves emotionally constipated beige men pass it on, Fluff, Satire, Odo Being Odo (Star Trek), Changeling Odo (Star Trek), Lwaxana is extra, Marriage of Convenience, One-Sided Attraction, Space Stations, Post-Episode: s04e21 The Muse (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), Quark's Bar (Star Trek), They still haven't told the crew that it's all a sham, lwaxana is preggers, Odo is a bit upsetti spaghetti, Odo is a dear sweet man, what is this feeling so sudden and new, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I'm Bad At Titles, deep space nine's favorite goo man, quark is invested in love stories, title based on a Todd rundgren song, sad Odo, lwaxana is absolutely bonkers for Odo but she's at least keeping her distance, Divorce, Crack Treated Seriously, Shenanigans, thank you to memory alpha for saying which levels everyone lives on

[alluringlittledeath]

1.Do you have a 'type' of character you tend to pick up as a Muse?

Oh yes.

Horndog.

Seriously, the majority of my muses I play are very sexual and flirtatious. Canons I have played in the past that fit the example include: Jack Harkness, John Hart, John Constantine, Dean Winchester, Quark (star trek), Q (again star trek, more flirtatious than sexual), Wade Wilson, Tyrion Lannister.... I have a pattern, and I know it.

Male and genderfluid canons tend to be the ones that stick with me longest, as well as male and genderfluid OCs.

I also love to play unhinged and chaotic, not necessarily evil but very "blurs the line between black and white" type characters. The Grey Hat is my favorite moral compass to play with, and I like to do it from either side of the spectrum (i do this in games that give you morality options all the time).

[muses-inn]

[ 🗡️ ] Leck offers Quark merely a crooked grin as he's being looked at. He reckons that there is no harm in someone teasing his best client a little bit.

So when Quark finishes the first drink and places it in front of the Eliminator, the latter just shrugs and takes a big gulp. As one would say, he's not a Ferengi of many words.

[🧈] "Oh? Maybe you mistake me with a Quark from an alternate dimension," the seasoned Bartender replies dryly while setting up the second drink seemingly undeterred.

"To actually answer your question though, the last Rick I've seen around here was Raccoon Rick. He got thrown out for digging around the wrong trash, if you get what I mean."

It doesn't take a genius to figure out the reason behind Leck's hilarity. Of course l, in an establishment like that, everyone tries to cheat. The difference is that not only Rick had successfully cheated, but he has also cheated the cheaters who were supposed to sabotage him and win back the latinum for Quark.

The black market dealer cocks an eyebrow at the Ferengi when the latter pretends that he's just another random patron, but he doesn't say anything...yet. He plans to, because that dismissive attitude isn't fun at all, but he wants to get his drink first.

Especially since Leck decided to pay for it.

"I-I'll have a Saurian Brandy," AR speaks up, after having spent a few moments looking at the list. "I-It's been a fuckin' hot minute since I got some."

With that, he takes a seat at the counter next to the mercenary, even if his gaze remains fixed on Quark. The little grin that curls his lips promises nothing but trouble.

"Hey," he elbows his companion lightly, "w-wanna bet that I can sour that fake good mood of his?"

He doesn't really wait for an answer, raising his voice enough to be heard above the music and the chatter.

"O-Oi, Quark! Y-You seen C-137 around here? L-Last time we met, h-he told me he was reconnecting with an old Federation pal of his. I-I figured he would have stopped by." He makes a show of looking around. "O-Or maybe not. This place doesn't look like i-it hosted a nuclear disaster recently."

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In “Duet”, Quark just pops up briefly (as does Miles, whose appearance was quick that I didn’t even manage to snag a screencap of him).  His musing on if the affected Bajorans enjoy gambling was a nice moment of levity in a fairly serious episode.