#well. the k1radax one is a weird case- I started it as a challenge to myself to write & post a fic within 24 hours to get out of this funk

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For the WIP ask game, how about… “gaze”, “people”, “green”, and “tomorrow”?

Very interesting picks, thank you so much! And, to make up for the delay in answering I shall include more than just one sentence😊 (definitely unrelated to my inability to vibe with my first drafts, especially lines taken out of context, not at all related, hehehehe)

"Gaze" - from a oneshot set during Richard Bashir's time in jail

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.”  “‘Course you have,” Richard sniffs. “Ah, you don’t remember, do you?” Julian blinks, shaking his head- clearly faking the urge to look away. It’s uncanny; how similar their eyes are. Richard meets the same tactless gaze in the mirror each morning.

"People" - from a oneshot I started with the idea of 'Past Prologue' but it's from the perspective of a Bajoran who (understandably) despises all of my beloved blorbos

“Stop calling it “Deep Space Nine”!” She pounds at the desk- and Major Kira actually flinches; the coward. “You should’ve heard that Starfleet engineer! “Now, these aren’t quite state-of-the-art yet, but trust me, Sir- those Cardies’ll have a tough time taking back our station��. “Our” station!” Kira at least has the decency to wince at that. “Major,” she stresses, almost in tears- “these people don’t belong here any more than Dukat did. How long, until we’re sweeping their carpets? How long till we’re choking on chemical fumes again, being ripped from our families- building parts for their starships with our bare hands?”

"Green" - from a kiradax fic where Nerys is thankfully having a much better (and slightly NSFW) time

Two years ago, Dakhuri’iala Lake was empty and lifeless- now, it laps eagerly at her lover’s ankles in a way that frankly makes Kira jealous. If she blinks, she will see the smoking shells of bomb casings; bodies rolling down Kola Mountain in a heap of dust, bodies naked in a context so sickeningly at odds with the moonlit beauty before her- so she doesn’t. No, she thinks, unclasping Lela’s hands behind her back- actually, she’s rather done with reminiscing for the night.  It happens softly, the planting of her knees upon fresh green grass- the first brush of her lips against lush wet skin; the whole of Bajor seemingly holding its breath.

"Tomorrow" - from a Kai Winn fic that's basically a collection of all her prayers to the Prophets

Tomorrow is my D’jarr’bas ceremony- I turn thirteen, by the way. I… guess you already knew that. I hope you’ll come see, and give me all of your blessings! Norehj doesn’t believe me when I say I can talk to you, but he’s just an idiot. Who cares what he thinks, right?