“I started out playing garak as someone who doesn’t have a defined sexuality. he’s not gay, he’s not straight, it’s a non-issue for him. basically his sexuality is inclusive.”
Oh, @zaan-zaan, this was so fun I had to write the inevitable follow-up:
Garak and
Sisko
“Captain Sisko. What
an…unexpected surprise.”
“I hope I’m not
intruding…?”
“Not at all. And might I
say, that’s quite a smart suit.”
“Oh, well, thank you.”
“But you should allow me
to fix the cuffs. They’re a travesty.”
“Really? I hadn’t
noticed.”
“Next time, come to me and
not that hack Melok.”
“Melok provides his services
to The Emissary of the Prophets for free.”
“Ahh, well. You get what
you pay for. So…if you’re not interested in patronizing my humble
establishment, what brings you by on Tuesday afternoon dressed in formalwear?”
“I’m here on Doctor
Bashir’s business, actually. He asked that I ‘wear something nice.’”
“Oh? I hope all’s well…?”
“Yes—yes, he’s fine. But
I…just a moment, I need to find the phrase in here…yes. ‘I come in stead of one
who merits consideration. One of my…loins.’ Okay, well, symbolically, in this
case.”
“Doctor Bashir has
sent you to propose
courtship?”
“Yes, in the Cardassian
tradition, since his father was unavailable.”
“Huh. I thought he’d send
Chief O’Brien.”
“If
only.”
“Is that his skri’nak?”
“His what?”
“The skri’nak…the portfolio of his accomplishments and attributes?”
“Oh, yes. Here you go. I,
uh, think you’ll find it’s more than thorough.”
“Indeed…I’m not familiar
with human norms, but that is a
rather impressive sperm count, is it not?”
“I…I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s not traditionally
the attitude of the courtship sponsor.”
“Well, don’t hold it against him. This is all
very new to me…”
“As it should be. It’s entirely
made-up.”
“What?”
“I made it up. Planted the
information in his computer terminal.”
“Are you—why on Earth
would you do that?”
“I believe the dear doctor
will have included a few…interesting photos of himself?”
“You did all of this just
to get a few salacious pictures?”
“Well, as I said, I had
hoped he’d send Chief O’Brien. That exchange would have been entertaining as
well.”
“I’m glad not to have
found out which of you is the better shot. But I still don’t understand. You
can see Doctor Bashir…in that state…whenever you like. Why would you care about
pictures?”
“Not whenever. He goes on
long away missions: in fact, I believe he’s due to be gone for at least four
days this week. His last stint in the Gamma Quadrant was rather excruciating.”
“Couldn’t you just…ask for
some?”
“Captain! We’re not even
courting! I could hardly ask for something so improper.”
“He wants to be courting. Maybe you
should ask him.”
“Oh, I
intend to. I have rings on order from Earth even as we speak. Still, it’s
gratifying to be certain of his frame of mind. And his sperm count.”
“Well…then.
Congratulations, I suppose. And…I’ll expect those cuffs fixed for free.”
“Extortion again? That’s
becoming quite the habit.”
“I’ll expect it back first
thing tomorrow.”
“I’m always pleasantly surprised by
how alike we are, Captain. Have you ever given thought to officiating a
Cardassian enjoinment?”
Hi all! Wanted to get an update out to everyone on “The Nexus”/”The Dream Box” since it’s been a bit since I last posted about it. For those who missed my first post, I managed to secure a copy of the play that Andy Robinson and Alexander Siddig wrote together.
My chronic health issues flared up pretty spectacularly after STLV, so I’ve been laying low trying to recover. Throw in tech issues, a wrist/shoulder injury, and increased PTSD symptoms, and it’s been an interesting couple months. I’m finally starting to get back on my feet and feeling a little more like myself.
This, of course, means that it’s taking me a lot longer to get “The Nexus” together and posted than initially planned. I am working on it, though! Scanning is underway, at least, and I’ve had several much-appreciated offers to help with transcription.
While I don’t have it finished yet, below are a few fun previews to tide everyone over while I keep working. And if you’d like to pitch a few bucks my way to help me pay my bills, you can find my Ko-Fi here.
I’m extremely fond of @alphacygni-8 ‘s Proof, and i’ve read it several times, and every time i expect this to happen. like it’s a written thing and words don’t change. but yes, every time.
i had to, a bad doodle. im so sorry.
Bwahajahsha I love this so much I might edit the chapter! ;)
Resistance (Muse) “Kill your prayers for love and peace/You’ll wake the thought police/We can’t hide the truth inside”
Gravity (Vienna Teng) “Hey love/Is that the name you’re meant to have/For me to call”
The Start of Something (Voxtrot) “I never break my gaze, if just to see the scar/Remain reflected in your eyes”
Eric’s Song (Vienna Teng) “And of course I forgive/ You’ve seen how I live/ I’ve got darkness and fears to appease/My voices and analogies/Ambitions like ribbons/Worn bright on my sleeve”
The One who Stayed and the One who Left (Regina Spektor) “He loved this life, he loved his friend /But he’d keep running ‘til the end / All words they said hovered above/ All of the pain, all of the love”
Summary: On Old Cardassia, a successful vice operation is interrupted by a disconcerting visitor.
Note: This story takes place ten years or so prior to the beginning of Deep Space Nine. It is based on a headcannon where Garak and Parmak had a relationship prior to Garak’s interrogation of Parmak and Parmak’s subsequent imprisonment My thanks to apolesen for beta-ing, encouragement, and general awesomeness.
Interrogations
had revealed that there was much speculation among the invert
population as to when and why Constabulary raids occurred. They could
not fail to be aware that, despite all their precautions, the
Constabulary was generally aware of a number of their meeting-places
and times of gathering. So why, they asked themselves, did
Constabulary raids occur only sporadically? What motivated
the choice of any particular place or time? Various theories had
apparently been proposed. Some suggested that raids were linked to
power struggles within Central Command, as Guls and Legates hoped to
obtain evidence with which to tar or blackmail their rivals. Others
viewed the raids as exercises in political theatre, a low-cost way
for the government to reassure loyal citizens that the state was busy
protecting them from dangerous deviants. The duller among the inverts
simply whispered “The
Obsidian Order,”
as
if invoking the Order rendered further question unnecessary.
Watch-Commander
Tekeny Sebhat knew that all these explanations were needlessly
baroque. The answer was much simpler: raids happened when the
Constabulary were bored.
Today I desperately needed a happy thing, and I got one when I opened my email! @kazimo sent my commissioned work in all it’s amazingness! (I’m sharing it with you guys with permission!) There are very few things I love more in life than Kazi’s artwork! It gives me ALL the feels.This time I asked for “sweet Garashir in the rain,” and I couldn’t be happier with this beautiful, positive, moving artwork. (*u*) If you’ve EVER thought about commissioning an artwork, please consider checking Kazi out: http://kazimo.tumblr.com/commissions
SO worth your time! <3
aww they sweet and happy even if the weather is shit
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
