#Weyouns a little gossip

[weyounthevorta]

Weyoun can’t help himself. He does enjoy a good bit of gossip with his work wife.

[phaeton-flier]

I think the issues with Ziyal's character stretch further back than that. Ultimately, she's a character with very little going on herself. I think of my favorite scenes from her part of the show and at best they're things reacting to details about her. Weyoun trying and failing to appreciate her art, Dukat breaking down at her death, Garak's little speech when he's shipping off to maybe die.

There's nothing like Kira's workaholism or religiousness or past as a terrorist, or like Dax's smugness or gossip or charm. She's just too clearly there as a love interest and a morality chain and little else. How often did her growing up in a death camp come up after her introduction?

There's material to work with there, an artist and a mixed-race child and an outsider to Cardassia and Bajor, but it never really gets explored.

i love rom but he should have been the one to die in the battle of ds9, rather than ziyal. a heroic sacrifice would have paid off his character arc much better than becoming grand nagus, his death would have affacted quark (and therefore dominion collaborator odo, who quark would naturally blame), nog (and therefore jake and the sisko), and even kira (a ferenghi sacrificing himself to save the federation would feed into her final arc of being a bajoran fighting to sava cardassia). Meanwhile Ziyal is probably the greatest missed opportunity of a character, who as a cardassian/bajoran could easily play an interesting role in the cardassian resistance arc

i'm imagining he somehow gets a starfleet funeral with everyone saluting hs corpse before it gets cut up and auctioned off

[asgardian--angels]

5x26, 6x01, and 6x02 didn’t have to go so hard but they did

man this show is gonna give me an ulcer, i’ve never been so stressed out watching star trek in my life

- the circlejerk dick-measuring contest of kira, dukat, damar, and weyoun

- the garak/ziyal trainwreck andy honey im so sorry they did that to you

- the only way i can rationalize those writing choices in having garak put up with such an uncomfortable situation is that he feels so bad for ziyal that he decided at some point he’d allow what he thought would be a harmless crush just to give her some fleeting sense of joy except now he’s realized that he’s been far too lenient and it’s backfiring because she’s loyal to him now and that’s a mistake, and frankly that speaks volumes to his character but you’re on thin fucking ice, writers

-anyway i think garak actually made a clever speech that I liked during that scene but my mind short-circuited and went to BSOD when ziyal kissed him and i lost like ten minutes worth of memories trying to purge it from my brain

- jake sisko not knowing when to keep his dumb mouth shut in front of the fascists

- garak delivering his ice cold takes on war ethics that obliterate team morale

-miles actually complaining about ripping his pants when dax is hemorrhaging

- garak with his little starfleet badge was actually the highlight of my week

-keevan is actually a little monster man, a little troll of a person

- oh no! you’ve become complicit in fascism kira no more accepting raktajinos from the enemy

- garak throwing needless jabs at julian about his enhancements because he’s feeling betrayed that he let julian in on his biggest secret and yet he had to find out about julian’s genetics through station gossip, understandable but also unnecessary, writers what are you trying to do here

- on that note, hats off to sid and andy for taking the one scene they got together in these three episodes and made it as homoerotic as possible, like i think i understand now that split second frame where andy looks into the camera after the ‘boyish smile’ line, that’s him telling the producers ‘these are the scraps you gave me and you see that? i worked with it’

anyway this is the most intense star trek has ever been and it’s thrilling but frankly i need a breather please take me back to the days of delavian chocolates and dukat jumping around with a spike up his butt 

[autisticburnham]

Favor the Bold & Sacrifice of Angels

I thought the weapons array was down?

They did put a plague in Odo. I wouldn't but it past Starfleet to bug Garak's brain

Why is Earth our priority anyway? I know the capital's there, but there's so many planets in the Federation. It reeks of human bias go be so focused specifically on our planet

Your boyfriend lets your brother get arrested: what do you do?

"Odo's not a collaborator" bitch???????

Genuinely would be curious to read a quodo fic set during this time period. Quark's obviously also reprehensible, but that makes him coming to term with Odo's actions a completely different dynamic than with Kira AND I can actually believe that Quark is into Odo, unlike Kira

If you're so above it all, why don't you just live in your puddle alone instead of enslaving people?

OR the ability to appreciate art would make you at risk of getting ideas about things like not being oppressed

Does their marriage not make Rom a Bajoran citizen?

Weyoun, in the middle of discussing an execution:

I love this little ridiculous family

I know Rom is easily forgiving, but Leeta should have fucking despised Odo for the rest of the series

Does Quark have any engineering expertise? I don't want to endanger the baby, but I think Jake may be the most qualified to try to take down the array now. And the Dominon may be willing to execute a random waitress' husband, but probably not the Emissary's son

Ziyal, baby, you deserve so much better

Startrek.com should sell prints of Ziyal's art

Was "thug" as racially coded in the 90s as it is today? I feel like probably so, which makes calling an entire species thugs is real gross

I like this camera move to tell the Bajoran customer to get out so Damar can gossip. Feels like a sitcom

Why do Klingon uniforms have furry sleeves?

MORN!

I'll give Star Wars this, they say "do it" way better

Damar said I don't wanna talk to your daughter, dude

Fridging Ziyal's one of the worst things the writers have done

I'm gonna need the library to stop making all my holds available at once so I'll have time to read Jewish Themes in Star Trek

Nog got a shiny new uniform!!! Does he know what's happening to his dad?

I'm just gonna assume the Cortéz is named after literally any Cortéz in history other than the conquistador

Is this a British thing? I have no idea what they're quoting

Is Nog communications officer?

Love Dukat and Weyoun negging each other

Can't believe the child murderer is the one we end up liking out of this pair

Doesn't Vulcan have a more recent history of, and possibly people who were still alive for, an organized resistance against the government what with the Syrranites and the Logic Extremists? They seem more libel to rebel than Earth. Ignore the fact that neither of those have been established yet, I'm talking watsonian perspective

Wouldn't it have been good to cloak for the whole time and sneak to the station?

I thought communications were down?

Quark, don't attack a teenage girl and tell her not to scream

Quark, don't you know how to make Hasperat Souffle? You run a restaurant

I like that Rom expects Dukat to make an hour and a half long speech

Why didn't Ziyal have a phaser in the first place? Didn't Kira train her with them when they were on the bird of prey with Dukat?

I think Morn should have rescued them

This doesn't make up for the fact that he's the reason they're in this situation

How hard is it to break a computer? Just start smashing shit

The Prophets said suicide is illegal

Did the Prophets just kill all those people?

I feel like being willing to murder to "help" your boss' priorities is an unreasonable level of dedication

Julian's healed people from way worse than a phaser shot, why can't he help Ziyal?

Why is Odo still welcome here?

Did he have that baseball the whole time?

Killing Ziyal fucking sucks so bad it takes away half the good stuff. 6/10

[vortaesthetic]

Weyoun sipped at a rippleberry mimosa as he watched the flow of the crowd beyond, a sea of laughter and liveliness. Quark's bar continued to be popular, despite the changing of the guard--though they served much more kanar these days-- and he found it to be the best place to go to get a feel for the mood of the station.

One might assume that since he was the current station administrator, he would stand out anywhere he went. It is a natural conclusion, of course-- the powerful are always worthy of attention, no matter the context-- but it failed to take into account a particular set of skills that came in handy for times like these.

Vorta are curious by nature. Naturally blessed with a driving curiosity and tenacity, Vorta were often well-suited to intelligence operations. Few secrets could be shared that a Vorta's hearing couldn't steal, after all.

Their hearing and whip-smart social grace aside, there was another tool of the trade that they kept at the ready-- suggestion. More specifically, the suggestion of influence. He could charm the room into hanging on his every word or become the least interesting thing in the room. He'd chosen to be the latter. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he had become the latter?

He stirred his cocktail idly as he watched the people drift past. There was much ado about the Springball tournament, which seemed to be a strangely heated affair. Lots of talk about the allure of the dabo girls, who glinted with glitter and latinum and guile.

More interestingly, there were whispers of resistance threaded through the clamor. Murmurs of sedition, of betrayal, of their dislike for his men and his weapons and his cause.

Now, wasn't that interesting?

Weyoun considered himself to be largely pragmatic. He understood that in any show show of force, rebellion would eventually spring forth to meet it. The Bajorans were not half as subtle as they thought they were-- he knew precisely what form their rebellion would take once they'd hit the flashpoint. Major Kira, professional terrorist and famous Bajoran rebel, would likely be square in the middle of it when it happened.

But for now, it was only idle chatter. For now, Weyoun would be content to sip on his drink and watch. He was playing a counterbalance to Dukat's paranoia, after all--it wouldn't do to go crashing in on the Bajorans on a whim

He was so absorbed in the action of the room behind him that he hadn't noticed the Ferengi bartender slide up to the bar before him, a cryptic smile on his face.

"You gonna sip on that all day, or are you going to order another one? Takes money to keep the doors open here, you know."

Weyoun grinned. "Just enjoying a little time to myself," he says, affecting a casual smile. "You know how it is."

"I didn't know that Vorta partook, much less had the habit of drinking by themselves."

"Ah," the Vorta laughed. "It's not a habit, true. But neither is it forbidden. And surely you knew the promise of a rippleberry drink was bound to draw a few Vorta, no?"

"That's the idea. But you and I both know there's so much more to Quark's than drinks. The entertainment! The lovely ladies," crowed Quark, who leaned in with a knowing smile. "The gossip."

Weyoun smiled back, a sligtly dark twist of the lips he couldn't help but flash. "Quite true! And cleverer conversation to be had than I've had in a while, to be sure. But you remind me that there are places I need to be and I'd best be on my way. I appreciate your service, Quark."

He shelled out a couple strips of latinum as a tip-- a pittance, considering it meant nothing to him anyway. But the Ferengi was clever and knew how dangerous keen ears could be, and he wasn't keen on losing his scoop by lingering too long. As amenable. as the Ferengi could be where cash was concerned, he could never allow himself to forget that he was not a friend.

He preferred the anonymity of before, anyway.

[stationiners]

    WELCOME!!    got a few things to mention here, details subject to change:

multi sideblog to constablegoo.

all ds9 muses. mutuals only.

exclusive to star trek muses and verses.

priority for those in my st rpc. y’know who you are.

exceptions stand for close friends. you also know.

same general rules that apply to constablegoo apply here as well.

iconless. feel free of course to use them yourself.

what does this mean?  on this sideblog, threads are reserved for muses from star trek franchises: tos, aos, tng, ds9, voy, ent, dsc. this includes ocs. this also includes non-trek muses who have trek-specific verses. ds9 muses get top priority. i’ve watched up almost all the way through voy and will watch ent next -- otherwise ive seen all the others.

why so selective?  because while these are all muses im excited to write about, a good handful of them i chose specifically because i dont see them elsewhere on tumblr but would like to, rather than necessarily having the usual ‘muse’ to write them. therefore i mean to keep them within a smaller circle of interaction. this is also my first true multi (and writing sideblog) and i’m keeping it super chill. i’m going to be pretty much unconcerned with consistent activity, aesthetics posts, memes, etc. plainly said, this blog is mostly meant for people i already write with / talk to regularly.

special notes:  i’ve got the memory of a peanut. im re-watching ds9 but don’t hesitate to point out or remind me about arcs or moments i might’ve slipped up on with any of these guys or in other series. there is.......... a lot of trek out there, these are quite a few muses for me to keep track of, and most of what ive seen, ive only seen once so far. i’m best rehearsed on odo’s storyline, obviously, and the lines that branch from it.

general muse notes:  instead of writing about pages or anything like that, i think i’m gonna link little ‘spotlight’ posts with blog-specific hc info for each muse as i go. alternatively, if you’re less familiar with ds9 and have questions about anyone here, i’m always happy to give a quick run down : )

i’m also going to experiment with writing largely in a single verse, meaning that if ur muse gossips to o’brien, quark might get wind of it. this extends to odo over on constablegoo. unless it’s plotted out among us, though, i won’t cross those things over with other writers, if that makes sense -- and i’ll never surprise you with some major twist without talking to you first, ie someone accidentally learning something they really shouldnt. the basic idea is that news and rumors travel fast around ds9, and it might be fun to play with that aspect of things, even if its just in throwaway lines. ask me if you’ve got questions or let me know if you prefer me not to do this with your muse.

i’m open to playing around with changing or switching muses mid-thread as a plot may need, and i’m always happy to write in npcs, etc. i’ll write in other reoccurring ds9 characters in supporting/cameo roles from time to time as well, including unlisted ones at my discretion. (brunt, ishka, zek, damar, etc)

i’m largely cool with attempting mirror verse for anyone here, too. just might need to do some research.

i’ll probably avoid writing ships here unless you’re ok with it being extremely casual ooc. i’m mostly here for plots and premises and pain.

because i write odo primarily primarily...................... ily DEARLY but i wont write w other odos. when i refer to odo im referring to the one i write myself ;-;

muses:

BENJAMIN SISKO.   JAKE SISKO.   KIRA NERYS.   JADZIA DAX.   JULIAN BASHIR.   QUARK.   ROM.   NOG.   MILES O’BRIEN.   KEIKO O’BRIEN.   WORF.   MARTOK.   ELIM GARAK.   LUTHER SLOAN.   THE FOUNDER.   WEYOUN (any).   LWAXANA TROI.   MORA POL.   WINN ADAMI.   TORA ZIYAL.   MORN.

[supervillain-smut]

Promised I’d expand, and I did!

Pro April Fools:

Borath is pro because what better time to mess with his colleagues minds *and* get away with it? He ranges from scare pranks to plain old harmless gag pranks.

Eris has the ability to move and manipulate things with her mind, how could she not take complete and total advantage of it?

Gelnon is a little bastard and a gossip, so whatever rumors he can start for the day to potentially get some legitimate results from, he will absolutely be all for it. He will blatantly admit something he did that he shouldn't have and follow it up with "April Fools!" And leave you questioning whether he actually did it or not.

Keevan is naturally sly and catty, and his pranks border on mean; from snide remarks about one's appearance to rigging things to blow up, shock, or otherwise minorly harm his coworkers, odds are Keevan got a kick out of it.

Weyoun is normally a playful Vorta, but it goes through the roof on this day, with these two specifically. From hiding places to jump out and scare coworkers, to simple things like "Your shoelace is undone". They're all mostly harmless, the only thing it might hurt is someone's pride or confidence.

Anti April Fools:

Deyos and Yelgrun get lumped together because of the exact same answer to why they hate this day; they're both grumpy, old, and usually targets for the other Vorta's shenanigans.

Kilana and Luaran also share an explanation because they're usually off gossiping in the lunchroom about their coworkers. Who got pranked how and who they think did it, what the buzz is about a certain person until they realize they both have two different stories from the same person, but most importantly they think they're above it all. It's far too childish, they think, as they watch a cup go sliding from one side of the counter to the other.

These particular Weyouns will all spend the day avoiding it in a myriad of different ways; 4 is far too busy, 6 hides away from everyone in fear of an attempt on his life, and 8 is a combination of the two, locking himself away to work because otherwise someone might take advantage of a "prank gone wrong", although for some reason Damar keeps coming up as one of the people who might try such a thing. He would never, though. Right?

Which Vorta are pro April fools and which are antis?

[weerd1]

Star Trek DS9 Rewatch Log, Stardate 1909.01: Missions Reviewed, “Doctor Bashir, I presume,” “A Simple Investigation,” “Business as Usual,” and “Ties of Blood and Water.”

“Doctor Bashir, I Presume” opens with Rom failing to ask Leeta out…again, much to her chagrin. Meanwhile, Chief and Bashir are playing darts when they are approached by Dr. Zimmerman from Starfleet medical, who plans to use Julian as a template for a new long term medical hologram. Zimmerman is brash, but Julian plays along until he hears Zimmerman will interview his parents.  

Bashir earnestly asks Zimmerman not to, prompting him to immediately invite Richard and Amsha Bashir to the station. Julian is not happy, and begs them not to reveal “our secret.” Meanwhile Zimmerman is taken with Leeta, and not only asks her to dinner but arranges for her to take a job on Jupiter Station where she will manage her own café. Rom wishes her well, still to shy to try and stop her. Bashir’s parents find him in the infirmary and apologize, telling him they will never reveal that he was genetically enhanced as a child. After they leave, it turns out to have been the hologram, and both O’Brien and Zimmerman have heard the confession. Bashir laments to his parents how selfish they were that because he was a slow child falling behind that they had to have him illegally enhanced as to avoid embarrassment. Amsha tells him it had nothing to do with shame, and that they loved him too much to watch him suffer due to his disability. Bashir plans to turn himself in, but his father confesses, and trades two years in a penal colony for Bashir continuing his career. As Zimmerman and Leeta plan to leave, Rom catches them at the shuttle door and confesses his love for Leeta, who overjoyed tells him she loves him too. 

Bashir and O’Brien play darts, and when Chief wins for the fifth time he suspects maybe the genetically enhanced Bashir is throwing the game. He tells Julian not to hold back. Julian throws three bullseyes. O’Brien decides the Doctor needs to play from a line farther from the dart board.

This episode really brings a lot of earlier inconsistencies together for Bashir- why he threw away a pro tennis career, why he threw away his shot at valedictorian, why he refused to visit or acknowledge his parents back in the episode were Odo offered to check in and he said “there’s no one there I want to see.” Interestingly enough, as much as all of this starts to make sense now, this was an almost last minute decision on the writers’ parts. Even better is how they will play forward.  Interesting that Earth brought such a fear of genetic manipulation with them into the Federation after the Eugenics War. Almost four centuries later and they still insist against it. Also nice to see Rom and Leeta finally come together. They are a fun, unexpected couple, and always adorable.

“A Simple Investigation” starts with two thugs vaporizing a man in his quarters and then going to find the woman that man was supposed to meet. Odo actually finds her not knowing she may be involved in anything, and is somewhat taken with her; later she tries to use a cybernetic enhancement to break into his computer.

 He questions her and she initially gives him a story about trying to find a missing daughter, but he soon finds she is carrying a data crystal that might belong to a mobster in the Orion Syndicate. He puts her under protection, hiding her in his quarters, and they soon have to admit they have feelings for one another. They share an intimate evening, and she decides to reach out to the vile gangster to return the crystal, making a deal to meet his thugs. When she is on her way, a policeman from her home planet arrives, revealing she too is law enforcement and so far deep cover in the Syndicate they have removed her memories, storing them on the crystal she is about to trade for her life. The thugs of course plant to kill her, but Odo intercedes. When her memories return, she remembers she has a husband, but tells Odo he will always have a place in her heart.

Trek takes on a noir thriller with a femme fatale for Odo in this one, and it’s OK. I’m not sure I buy Odo becoming so enthralled so quickly, but it is fun to see weird little bits of gossip—and perhaps jealousy—from Kira about the newcomer. 

Odo choosing to become intimate has a shapeshifter raises questions I’m not sure I really want answers to, but he seems to make it work. The mind boggles.

“Business as Usual” for Quark as he is going broke. He is deep in debt when Cousin Gaila, the arms dealer who once tried to kill Quark, has a proposition.  They will sell arms, but none of the real weapons will enter the station. They will use Quark’s high resolution holosuites to demonstrate, but all the sales will happen outside Federation space.

 Sisko is furious, but none of it is technically illegal. Particularly when Quark’s main contact, Hagath, turns out to have sold weapons to the Bajoran resistance, and the government owes him a favor. Starfleet, even Dax, begins to shun Quark, who keeps trying to make excuses why it is ok. Quark can’t justify it anymore when one of Hagath’s new customers is specifically looking for weapons to allow him to kill about 28 million people. Quark decides to invite the leader of the other side of that contract to negotiations as well, and when they start shooting, negotiations are over. 

Sisko confronts Quark, as now the Regent who wanted the weapons is dead, but Quark mentions that 28 million people won’t miss him. Sisko concedes it may be 28 million and one; he still bills Quark for the damage to the cargo bay.

I am always a sucker for a Quark episode, and finally getting to meet Cousin Gaila, who really is a smarmy sort.  Also neat to get a guest appearance here from classic noir actor Lawrence Tierney as the Regent. We last him saw playing true to his film roots in the TNG episode “The Big Goodbye” where he was a fictional mob boss.  Certainly more frightening as a genocidal ruler then a holographic gangster. Interesting to see this season play a little more with what holographic technology would be capable of between the holo communicators, an long term holo-doctor, and  holographic arms deals as demonstration.

In “Ties of Blood and Water,” Cardassian Legate Ghemor, whom we last saw when Kira was kidnapped and altered to look like his daughter, comes to the station at Kira’s request to act as head of the legitimate Cardassian government in exile while the Dominion “occupation” goes on.  

Ghemor is very glad to see Kira, but tells her he is not the right man to lead Cardassia from afar- he has a terminal disease and will be dead soon. When Dukat gets wind of Ghemor being on the station, he calls to demand extradition, but Sisko reminds him that The Dominion has not bothered to negotiate any diplomatic niceties with the Federation or Bajor.  Kira agrees as “daughter” to listen to and be with Ghemor as he dies, allowing her to collect a great deal of knowledge about the Cardassian government as it now stands. This experience does remind her of her own father’s death, when he was wounded by Cardassians.  She chose to hunt down those who did it rather than stay with her father while he died. Dukat arrives at DS9 to demand Ghemor, and brings with him the Vorta Weyoun, whom Sisko had watched die back in season 4. He reveals the Vorta are a series of clones, and the new Weyoun is just as conniving as the last.

 Dukat brings information to Kira revealing that Ghemor was responsible for a massacre of monks during the occupation, after which Kira refuses to see him. Odo, and then Bashir admonish Kira, mentioning that Ghemor would have done this when he was 19, and how he has put himself on a different path to redeem those actions.  Kira is forced to acknowledge that as with her father, she was looking for an excuse not to be there when he died, and chooses to return to Ghemor, taking him to the end. When he dies, Dukat wants to take the body back to Cardassia where they will reveal that Ghemor recanted his opposition to the Dominion in his final hours and give him a hero’s burial. Sisko refuses as Kira has already taken Ghemor to Bajor where she buries him with her parents.

A very intense episode for Nana Visitor and Major Kira. There is a certain realism to a character who can meet death on a battlefield every day, but can’t sit with it when it comes for a loved one slowly. Visitor plays the sadness and misplaced aggression perfectly, and really delivers at the end of the episode as she has to put what she has done into perspective. Just a great performance. And of course we get Weyoun back here! Apparently, the Vorta as clones was never a consideration until they decided they just had to get Jeff Combs back as Weyoun despite the character’s death.  Good decision, and with hindsight, I am very much looking forward to at least three more Weyoun deaths.

NEXT VOYAGE: Quark and Rom’s mom has a new boyfried…the Grand Nagus? Can you hear “Ferengi Love Songs”?

[mythomagically-delicious]

Damar and Weyoun gossiping about the Breen’s refrigeration suits is hilarious.

Amid all of the dire things going on, all of the secret plots and war preparations, they still manage to inject a little bit of humor into it.

[kaptainandy]

Back at it again at Krispy Kreme: (this ended up being long af oops)

Back of the class with Stu would fuckin RULE! Honestly I could ignore his stank foot since I assume he's got shoes on. Stu is like a tolerable, self-aware theater kid; he actually has talent too so on rare occasions when he sings or something it's actually entertaining. The rare funnyman class clown who has the talent to justify his obnoxious behavior. I feel like we can keep Lonnie at bay and counter-bully him because he deserves it. Lonnie's a nuisance and never shuts the fuck up so anytime he goes to get up or leave to go to the bathroom, we are so turtling his backpack.

Herbert is in competition with Dr. East all the time...East is just completely oblivious to it. Herbert makes some snide remark about he scored a point higher than East on a test. East just gives him a genuine compliment in response, unaware that Herbert is trying to be a bitch. The best placement for cheating, allowing for cross-referencing of two smarty-pants. Herbert likes to bring strange..."biological" materials into class though. Sometimes dead, sometimes not. Just be careful to look before you sit down, lest you want to have your ass covered in gore.

Drama. Action. Intrigue. This spot has it all. Jimmy knows the latest gossip about everyone so you know those notes he's passing are juicy. Play courier for him and he'll let you read them and add your two cents in before passing it to the recipient. Dino Bob is definitely the kid who is scary at first but is a lot of fun - if a little cracked - if he likes you (that's also a key part). Get on his good side, and he will invite you to set the garbage can in the bathroom on fire during lunch with the lighter he smuggled from his mom. Get on his bad side and you're going to find strange liquids in your seat before you get to class.

Haggis is the effortlessly smart kid who still manages to get straight A's despite being kinda lazy. Don't expect him to share his homework with you (because he didn't do it either), but you could definitely gang up against Carrington into sharing his homework with both of you. Haggis lets Carrington cheat off him on the next test for 5 minutes as thanks.

You will not have to do any homework for this class this year; two smart people-pleasers. They can even cross-reference with each other to make sure the answers are as accurate as possible. Bad breath ain't a problem just always have some gum on you to offer poor Crawford. Public school kids go wild for gum - especially if it's contraband.

I'm a sweaty bitch too so nothing bothering me here; though there will be a bizarre scent concoction mixing us sweaty kings with Penk and his cloud of Axe Body spray. Let's hope there's a window in the front of the room drafting the air forward instead of back. Also hi hey Kevin I didn't forget about you - if I'm not dating him I'm becoming besties with him and playing wingman for him. Other than that we can collab on homework and I'll always have a project partner. We can pull Bill in too because he's a good balance and brings fun; he also knows how to hit the vending machines just right to get a free bonus drop when you buy one.

I feel Andrew is a frequent recipient of Jimmy's notes. They run in separate but overlapping popular social circles and keep each other up to date on everything. Smart and a friend to everyone, buddying up to Andrew will have it's perks academically and socially. He's the kid that has a queue of people waiting to sign his yearbook at the end of the year. Speaking of, you and him lie about which clubs your in during club picture day and compete to see who can get in the most club pictures without getting caught. That being said, Roger wouldn't bully Andrew because Andrew is nice to him and also has social status; by proxy, Roger leaves you alone to. He probably just scrolls through Reddit in the middle of class most days and ignores you.

Weyoun is the guy you get paired up with for a project one time and accidentally leave your jacket or something at his house that he promises to give back to you. You keep reminding him throughout the year, but forget about it, that's his jacket now. He totally talks shit about you with Penk, but also talks shit about Penk with you. He's a messy bitch DO NOT get involved with his antics.

You should keep hand sanitizer at the ready if you sit here. D-Day is quiet though and mostly keeps to himself - likely just plays on his DS during class. He's not rude though, he wouldn't say no if you wanted to do some download play of Mario Kart DS with him. Though don't bring up Pokemon if you want to spare yourself from sitting through him explaining boxes and boxes worth of his rare Pokemon. Meanwhile Milton is a fucking NARC!!!!! He will tattle on you to the teacher about anything if it somehow bothers him; but god forbid you give him a taste of his medicine and you'll be on his shit list. His shit list involves leaving passive aggressive notes on your desk and stealing your writing utensils. He also adds an unflattering drawing of you to his notebook. He's also the guy who carves shit into his desk with scissors during class so at least you'll have some interesting..."runes" to look at if you get bored.

Ngl every time someone burped near me in high school, I would give them a score out of 10. Some people just burp some melodic shit like damn; lightens the mood if they're embarrassed about it. I will expect Brunt to get better as the year goes on to impress me lmao. This probably annoys Shran greatly.

This decision is actually hella tough. My top choices being 1, 3, 6, and 7. I'd love the drama of 7 with Roger trying to bully Milton and watching that shit explode and then trigger D-Day into plotting some revenge on both of them for bothering him. Meanwhile Andrew documents it all to give a dramatic retelling at lunch to Jimmy and his other buddies. But 3 is like peak goofball zone, this would be so fucking fun. I'm gonna be that bitch that draws little pictures for Jimmy while twirling my hair and kicking my feet aha. Bob and I will also have some wild games of hangman - you quickly learn he allows numbers when he plays and that he also somehow knows the teacher's social security number???? And Stu my beloved, we would have so much fun giving Lonnie what he deserves. Have fun trying to cut the zip ties off your backpack zippers, idiot >:p I think I gotta go 3.

First Day of School

The tardy bell just rang on the first day of school, and your teacher Miss Bliss has told you to hurry up and select a seat. You duck to dodge a flying paper airplane as you survey your fellow students.

Miss Bliss has just told the whole class that the spots you choose are where you’ll be sitting for the rest of the school year. Which seat are you taking?

Idea from @kaptainandy

[vortaesthetic]

Come Dancing (1/2)

(Go peek under the cut!)

Weyoun 6 peered at himself in the mirror as hard as he could, examining the shape of his face and the nature of his features. Without a sense of aesthetics, he was lost. He could only describe himself in a very broad, generalist sense. The most accurate description he could make of himself would check the box on every other Vorta male he knew.

He had two eyes, with violet irises that were much larger than typical humanoid eyes, as all Vorta do. His eyelashes and eyebrows were dark. He had elongated, ridged ears, the same auditory amplifying nodes that were the trait of all Vorta. His skin tone was pale. His nose and jaw were of typical humanoid shape. He was shorter than most men on the station. His features appeared to be consistent with that of a middle-aged man.

He didn't understand.

How did one decide what was 'beautiful' or 'handsome?' The physical qualifiers for that seemed to change depending on the species. According to what he'd read, it also had to do with confidence. With other things like wealth or youth. Charisma.

This wasn't telling him anything. He could stare at himself all day and not find out a thing.

Besides, he remembers what her friends said about him during the occupation. He remembers overhearing them talking about him, sauced with liquor. How they disliked talking to him. How 'plastic' his smile was. How 'creepy' he was. How they wanted to wipe the smile of of his 'ugly little face.' They compared him disfavorably to some manner of rodent to uproarious laughter.

No...

He couldn't be a good looking person. The odds were stacked against his favor. He didn't look at all like any of the other people she's dated. They were strong, noble types. Young, vigorous, or brilliant. People always spoke of how charming and young Bashir was or how stalwart and honorable Worf was.

Were there any superlatives that applied to him? Any good ones? He couldn't think of any.

He thought of what that one officer at the bar had told him a few nights ago. He'd accused him of "robbing the cradle," which was obviously meant to imply that Six was too old or poorly matched to be in a relationship with Dax. Yes, he understood the man had been jealous...but was there not a certain grain of truth to it? He hadn't been the first one to say such a thing, either. He likely would not be the last.

What was age to either of them, anyway? This body was a scant year old, but the mind it housed has been around for many lifetimes. Dax was over three-hundred years old, but Ezri was in her twenties. Age as a number had ceased to have meaning. But other people wouldn’t think that way.

Six turned to the side then, shrugging out of his jacket to analyze his physique. He wasn't muscular or toned like the other men that he'd seen. Just as he pinched the soft skin at his hip, Ezri came barging in.

"Uh, Six...What are you doing?"

"N-nothing," he cried as he spun around, pulling his undershirt back into place. He tried to effect a casual style and posture, the effect ruined by his fluster. "Ah, Zee! Welcome home. How was your day? I trust it went well..."

"Morn was being difficult again," Ezri sighed, shrugging out of her stiff uniform top down to her long-sleeved undershirt, slinging her dress blacks onto the back of the settee where Six snatched it up, popping it in the washbasket. "Quark said something today that got him all up in a tizzy, so we had to unpack that. And that's what gets me, he's not even my patient! His mom is! I swear."

She had to laugh at Six's extreme fastidiousness; however much he had deviated from the mold, his extreme attachment or orderliness was still very much a part of him, as was his extreme curiosity and his genetically engineered proclivity for subtle and ambiguous facial expressions. As sweet and earnest as he was, he was also like reading an enigma tale, full of twisted knots of guilt and frustration and veiled motives. But she meant that in the best possible way. He was her Younie, a sweet and gentle jumble of nerves and hopefulness and insecurities.

Despite his helpfulness-- cleaning their quarters, having dinner ready for her-- it was obvious that there was something bothering him.

He wouldn't be trying so hard to hide it, otherwise.

They sat at the table, working on dinner together. He asked about the station gossip of the day, what their friends were up to...he seemed to want her to keep her on her toes. Odd.

““Speaking of what’s going on, I have heard that there’s going to be a little gala at Vic’s at the end of the week. Courtesy of Quark and the Bajoran War Orphans Fund,” she says as she polishes off the rest of her bowl of fried azna.

“You don’t suppose Quark knows that we’re aware that that’s not a real charity?”

“No, and we’re not going to tell him we know, either. It’s like an in-joke at this point. He pays enough to the magistrate in fines that some of it actually does go to charity, so it works out. Just think about it...drinks, dinner...a little bit of dancing...”

“From the sound of it, you’ve thought about it a lot.”

“Maybe,” she teased, moving over to join him on the couch. “We’ve been cooped up for a week. Don’t you think it would be nice to get out? Spend some time with our friends, get some fresh air? Allow me to show you off?”

Weyoun blushed. She spoke of showing him off as if he were some sort of prize.

“If that’s what you want, I have no problem with that--”

“No problem? I thought you’d be a little more enthusiastic about it,” She quipped coyly, slipping her fingertip just under the collar of his shirt and teasing him with the softest of touches on his collarbone. “It’s not like we’re going to a trial. Just a night out on the town. Dinner, dancing...something special at the end, maybe. Just for you.”

“I don’t have anything to wear, but I suppose I could talk to Garak.”

“You do that,” she says, pecking him softly on the corner of his lips, reveling in the hot blush that colored his cheeks and the hitching of his breath. “It’s a date! No backing out! You’re going to have a great time, I promise.”

“As long as you’re there, how could it be anything but? I look forward to it, Zee. I would be honored to accompany you.”

“Sweeter words have never been spoken,” she teased as she moved in to claim his lips in another kiss. Everything sort of melted away after that, a sunburn of bliss that had faded out everything he’d been worried about and gotten him drunk on her. Her soft touches, her sensual whispers... the way she bit her lip. Her eyes. The way she could cut through his dissembling layers down to the heart of things and render him defenseless. If he was a code, she had the key.

She was incredible. Like nothing else he’d ever experienced before in life. He knew without doubt that there would only ever be one Ezri Dax and she had inexplicably picked him.

He was apparently pleasing enough to her. That was all he needed to know for now.

(1/2)