#doctor julian bashir

[mysticum-draconis]

Alone Together ✨

I meant to post my Elim Garak and Julian Bashir mini drawings side by side ages ago, (in September, I think, when I finished the Garak portrait) but forgot. So, in honour of Lower Decks canonising Garashir yesterday, have them now 🖤✨💙

I am beyond excited about this, honestly. I love these two characters and this pairing so much, you have no idea 😭 And the fact that Alexander Siddig and Andrew Robinson got to voice their characters again just makes it so much more special 🥲

The title refers to the Fanfiction both actors performed over zoom a few years ago which I have not watched yet.

Julian I drew in July, Garak in September.

Please don’t use or post on other websites without credit or permission, thanks 🙏

[deepspaceballet]

do you think julian cherishes kukalaka so much because it’s the one thing that stayed the same and is still around to remind him of his life (of himself) before the genetic engineering? his old teddy bear is something he had (and brought him comfort) before he was essentially made into different person - a person his parents preferred him to be - without his consent. that’s the one thing he still has from his life as his natural self, something tangible from his life as little jules. that beat up teddy bear is the one thing he still has that was part of his old life he never got to choose and only gets to mourn.

[stellarivers]

Julian and his lizards (they're supposed to be in bed or something and I tried SO HARD to make Julian look like Julian but no that's impossible and he ended up looking like an unholy combination of Jesus and iCarly's brother)

[boreal-sea]

I need someone to draw fan art of Vantika!Bashir.

In S1E9 "The Passenger", Bashir is possessed by the mind of a dead criminal, who is known on his home planet as a criminal mastermind, a murderer, and more. The crew of course manage to save Bashir, but I'd love to imagine what he would have looked like, how Vantika would have styled himself if he'd remained in control of Bashir's body.

[starlight-edith]

Little Rituals: Memento Mori

Based on this poll by @xenobotanist because I’m a freak.

Please don’t kill me if this is really bad, I’ve never written fan fiction before

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Julian fiddled with the sleeves of his uniform as he waited for the attractive young ensign to arrive to his quarters.

Maybe I should ask Garak to take a look at this later, it’s a bit tight and-

The door chime sounded, rousing the doctor from his thoughts.

“Enter!”

He had been casually seeing ensign Boeman for a couple of weeks, and felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to invite her to his humble abode.

“Ah, Hayley, looking lovely as ever! I can’t spot a single wrinkle on your uniform, you must tell me how you managed that. Mine’s always crumpling the moment I even lay eyes on it.”

Was he talking too much? Oh what was he thinking! Surely she thought him an idiot for such a silly opening statement. He should ask Dax, he thought, after all she’s had 8 lifetimes to figure out how to talk to women. He had long since given up on romancing the trill, but that didn’t make her any less useful to him.

“Thank you! I actually made a special mist with lotus extract, I can show you how to replicate it!” said Boeman with a smile.

Relieved, Julian invited her to stay a while, just for dinner.

Afterwards, the ensign seemed to disappear for a moment, and there was giggling coming from around the corner.

She emerged, still giggling, but this time holding a jar of thick brown paste - peanut butter.

“It’s an old earth spread! It’s made from nuts that grow underground! Isn’t that fascinating?”

“Yes, I’ve always found plants interesting, though I can never seem to keep them alive. I guess you only get lucky with one form of life, and mine happens to be people.” the doctor replied

The woman approached him hesitantly, though she was trying to hide her nervousness.

“Here, try some,” she said, purposefully smearing a bit of the spread near her lips, and staring at him coyly.

Somehow, in his haste, he had brushed up against her, feeling the texture on his skin.

“come on Jules, won’t you try some peanut butter? Please?”

“It would make your mother and I very proud.”

“I don’t want to” said the young Julian

“Just eat the damn peanut butter.”

“Richard, please, you’re scaring him.”

“Doctor? Doctor Bashir? Are you okay?��

He hadn’t realized he had gone.

“Yes, I’m alright Hayley, just a bit caught up in my work is all. You know how it is, busy busy busy.” he replied, with an unconvincing laugh.

She took his hand

“Come on Jules. Don’t you think you’re better enough to try again? I’ll hold your hand”

She took his hand.

The slightly older and now augmented boy again put the sticky substance in his mouth, but instead of recoiling as before, managed to enjoy the flavor and the unique texture combination of both the processed peanut butter and the chunks within.

“Jules is dead,” he thought.

Remembering that he ought to do something about the present, he turned to his date once more, preparing an excuse in his mind.

“Hayley, I’ve had a lot of fun tonight but I’m rather tired and I really ought to rest. I have to be in sickbay at 05:00 to run a spectral analysis on some samples I took from the gamma quadrant.”

“Right… I wouldn’t want to keep you.” She scurried away, dejected. Damnit.

Jules is dead. I can handle the sensory input of it all now, but it’s one of the few things I have left to honor him by.

Sitting down on his bed, he gently pushed over the framed photo of his parents. He didn’t want to see them right now. They had killed him. They had created him. A Frankenstein’s monster of a son, built of broken parts made better by illegal means.

He wasn’t their son. Their son was dead.

He intended to honor the boy he was, even if his parents would rather pretend he had never existed at all.

[walkingstackofbooks]

First half of season 1 is done - if you want to know what the crew of DS9 are most likely to call each other early on, look no further!

(This is VERY MUCH a work in progress, I don't expect to work any more on this for a week.)

[smallblueandloud]

#that last gif is the thirstiest look i have ever seen on julian bashir's face #look at him. he can barely contain himself #remember that teenage girl who clenched her jaw so hard at the sight of killmonger in black panther that she snapped her retainer in half #*to bashir* that's you. that's what you look like #star trek ds9 (via @maculategiraffe)

I continue to underestimate you, Garak. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE • 2.05 “Cardassians”

[endyillustration]

POV: You got into a transporter malfunction.

Based on the House MD poster below the cut.

[spacetwinkuk]

tbh, my only question about the lwd au garashir is why Garak is taller. like I ain't mad and I don't mind, but like, is one of them just a different height to the prime counterparts?? did someone deliberately make the hologram shorter than the man he's based of off?? was Garak well fed in his timeline and had the nutrients for a growth spurt?? is there a reason or am I over thinking??

[satans-trek]

"The 132 times Garak says 'Doctor'" or also known as "seven years in one minute and thirty-one seconds"

[dragon-of-the-night]

What the actual-

LOWER DECKS I LOVE YOU SO 😭😭😭

for those of you who don't watch, lower decks just canonised garashir (at least two alternate universe versions of garashir). thank you lower decks for letting andrew robinson and alexander siddig fulfil their dreams lol

[bribinart]

so uh guess what i watched

(prints!)

[fonthoura]

Don't you just love when a character is barely a person? When they're just a big lie dressed in some silly clothes? Like, who are you? What do you mean you have no idea? And yes I absolutely would love to find out.

[lithiumseven]

Garashir as text posts!

[captainjimothy]

personally i do think julian bashir is trans, but not in a way that sublimates his genetic alterations into a trans allegory. i think he's disabled and trans at the same time, but i think his rebellion against his parents--the symbolic death of his old self with the name change--that's not about gender, for him, at all.

it's about the incredible violation of autonomy he experienced as a disabled person under the knife of a eugenicist society. it's about the need to reclaim some, any, of the agency that was so completely stolen from him by his parents.

it's about discovering that his entire self was deconstructed and reconstructed, without his knowledge or consent, for the express purpose of being less of a burden on his parents.

because let's not forget that the death of julian's old self was not his decision. it was his parents who killed the old self and created a new one.

let's not forget that human society in star trek is still recovering from the eugenics wars--that just because it's post-scarcity doesn't mean it's a utopia.

let's not forget the multiple episodes where bashir is forced to confront the fact that his "success story" is truthfully a gross reminder of how deeply his society (and his family) hates disabled people, not only shown in how they tried to fix him, but also in the fact that the process so rarely works as intended, yet is still done anyway--and the failures and the ones too far gone to save are locked away! with no connection to general society, and only the bare minimum provision for their physical needs, with no privacy and no autonomy!

and let's not forget that julian sees these people and is torn between the empathy he has for them, and his urge to fix them. and he goes through with this urge on Sarina, "fixing" her to conform to his idea of what she ought to be, treating her as a problem to be solved, objectifying her via "my ideal woman was trapped in this disabled body/mind and i saved her," thus continuing the cycle of violence, because even he can't conceive of a world where the disabled do not need to be fixed. where the violence done to him was wrong. fuck man

[taya-ki]

More of my small garashir series..