splat 🛸💫💖

hi i'm splat! she/her | 24 | female character defender first, person second i'm more active on twitter: @zaryaismywife :)

[deepspacescully]

pinned info yayyy ✨

Splat | 24 | she/her

MY INTERESTS 💫

Star Trek - favs: Spock, Kira, Data, Sisko, Odo

The X-Files - favs: Mulder and Scully (package deal, of course)

Final Fantasy XIV - favs: Aymeric, Ardbert

Dragon Age - favs: Alistair, Varric, Cullen

Movies - favs: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Princess Bride, Jaws, When Harry Met Sally

Other TV - AKOTSK, Andor, Severance, Cowboy Bebop, ATLA

Misc. - Pokemon, Witch Hat Atelier, esports, tabletop RPGs, ASOIAF

MY LINKS 💫

Twitter (multifandom yapping)

Letterboxd

Serializd

Strawpage (send me stupid drawings pls)

AO3

MY TAGS 💫

#splatdraws - art posts

#splatwrites - writing/fic posts

#splat ocposting - posts related to my ocs

#splat chat - miscellaneous nonsense

#trek talk - star trek yapping

#txf talk - x files yapping

[dunkbaelorexchange2026]

THE TIME HAS COME!!!!!

We are so incredibly excited to say the works in DunkBaelorExchange2026 are now revealed!!

The vast majority of the gifts are up: a couple of works are experiencing some technical difficulties, and if that’s your gift we have reached out to you. They will be fixed, but in the meantime please enjoy the rest of the revealed works!

We hope you all enjoy the wonderful, beautiful works that our talented creators have made - please comment liberally! Scatter kudos across the collection!

If you want to post your work on tumblr, tag us so we can boost you on the Exchange Page! The tags are dunkbaelorexchange2026 or dunkbaelorexchange.

You are also absolutely free to repost your work on any other platform.

As your mods, it has been an absolute whirlwind organising and modding this exchange. We plan to be around for the next week or so to answer questions or handle any other mod matters, and then we shall gracefully retire to being general nuisances in the fandom again! At that point, this tumblr will cease being active.

An absolutely enormous thank you to all of our phenomenal creators, pinch hitters and beta readers!

With love,

@hardsaltdilf , @itellyouthisisnottheend , @the-road-betwixt

[gothinkdexign]

Sea Trek: Deep Sea Nine

(Previously: Voyager)

After the island of Bajor throws off its Dutch occupiers, a small force of Siennese troops move into an offshore fortress to keep an eye on things. But before they are unpacked, a supernatural maelstrom opens up offshore that connects to the ocean on the far side of the planet, and Bajor abruptly becomes the hottest piece of real estate in the world! And not just pineapples will come through – a new enemy worse than anything Bajor has ever seen waits on the far side, deep in the abyss.

Beniamino Sevieri: A traumatized but passionate commander, whose hopes of having a quiet life on DS9 are thwarted when the Bajorans declare him their Emissary. (Have you ever actually tried to sit down and describe Sisko in just a couple adjectives? It’s not easy.)

Jacopo Sevieri: Beniamino’s son, an aspiring scribe.

Kira Nerys: A former member of the Bajoran Resistance, now Sevieri’s second-in-command, who is wary of the Siennese presence.

Odo: Like Squidward, Odo is a benthic cephalopod who merges his tentacles into a pair of legs to walk like a humanoid.

Miles O’Brien: pain and suffering incarnate

Bashir Julani: A brilliant young doctor from the Mamluk Sultanate.

Cork: A greedy, devious, and untrustworthy sea goblin who operates a seedy wine-den.

Jacinth: A member of the Witches of Troy, a cult founded by Cassandra that are able to move their minds between bodies.

Worf: A reserved, socially awkward, unintentionally intimidating great white shark with a heart of gold.

Admiral de Cloet: The commander of the Dutch occupation, who shows back up now and again to make life difficult.

Elias Gerritsen: The last Dutchman left on DS9, a tailor.

Keiko: O’Brien’s wife, who is fascinated by the unique flora of Bajor and teaches some of the children on the island.

Nog and Rom: Cork’s nephew and brother, respectively an ambitious cadet-in-training and a jumpy schlemiel.

Weyoun: Jeffrey Combs

Gowron: Leader of the Shark Empire, a bigeye thresher.

Martok: A respected shark general.

Author’s note: Bajor is an Ireland-sized landmass replacing the Azores in this universe, settled in 5000 BCE or so by Early European Farmers. Europe and Africa have always been somewhat aware of it, but nobody bothered to try colonizing it and forcing Christianity on its inhabitants until transatlantic trade was kicking off.

[stra-tek]

[deepspacescully]

sorry for neglecting this blog trekkie oomfs. after finishing ds9 i thought i was gonna watch more of the other shows i haven't seen as much of but then asoiaf fixation hit me with a truck and i haven't felt as much urge to trekpost... perhaps i should just go look through my drafts and see if past me was cooking anything

[goldcrescent]

Iron Islander voice: Theon you [19 syllable dolphin noise slur] I see you came back WOKE and GAY and a WOMAN from us leaving you as a child prisoner to the guy with an 8 foot sword that makes you drag it around to executions in front of his screaming faced tree gods as a daily reminder that he can and will kill you (a child) just like he killed the rest of your family (some of which were also children). Did you have fun polishing his sword? I’ll bet. Did you write this letter yourself? Knowing there’s a one person literacy limit? Should we call you Theon the Reader, you reading fuck? And standing here in a jean jacket you bought yourself, may as well be sucking dick at old navy. You know who’s NOT woke or gay or a woman? Your sister Asha. Why can’t you be less gay and woke and a woman, like Asha? I bet she could run a democratic election because you know what isn’t gay Theon? Democracy

[junefiress]

i just think they should leave starfleet alone and start making hbo rome esque political intrigue dramas about vulcan/romulus. like the idea that there are 50000 aliens and they just never use them on their own. when do i get the wire on ferenginar ?!?!! bajoran andor??!?!?!!!!

[deepspacescully]

andor style show about the bajoran resistance is so serious 2 me. i’ve thought about this so much. u can have this bajoran cassian andor i doodled months ago

[fantashic]

Average Deep Space Nine A plot: "What are you willing to sacrifice for the chance at a better world? Who are you willing to hurt? Will the pain you cause now outweigh the peace that it might bring? When both choices are bad, and you do what you think is best, can you live with yourself after? Could you live with yourself if you made the opposite choice?"

Average Deep Space Nine B plot: "What do we do with all this hot sauce!?"

[keltbh]

[leupagus]

my hand slipped:

-

"Let me see it."

Dunk resisted the urge to laugh. He didn't resist it very well, judging by Baelor's eyebrows and how they drew in to form a sort of irate squiggle across his brow. "Your Grace usually isn't that direct," he said, unable to stop the grin.

Baelor huffed, and took his crown off, tossing it onto their bed with a carelessness that spoke to his level of irritation. But it had been a long day — the wedding early in the morning with Egg red-faced and babbling, then the tourney where Dunk had been a Champion of the Lists for all of five minutes before that rat-faced Lannister had got a lucky strike ("no, he's merely better than you," Egg had told him, now a knight and a prince and a husband but still Dunk's lippy squire until the day they both died, it would seem) and sent him sprawling, then the melee where Dunk managed to redeem himself and win against 27 of the realm's finest at the paltry cost of a flesh wound.

"You were stabbed," Baelor said as he knelt down before Dunk, who'd managed to climb all the stairs up to their apartments without too much assistance so really, this fuss was silly. "In the leg."

"I've been stabbed in the leg before!"

"Yes, and that habit of yours is one I would like you to see your way toward curbing," Baelor muttered. He tapped peremptorily at Dunk's foot. "Boot."

"As my king commands," Dunk said, wincing only a bit as he lifted his foot. He'd wrapped a linen around the injury hours ago — a clean one at that, since a tourney at King's Landing granted all manner of fripperies and clean bandages were one of them — and had gotten halfway through the tourney feast before Baelor'd realized that the minor nick he'd got toward the end of the melee was bleeding through a bit. "It's fine, Baelor, really."

"It's not fine," came the snippy reply, even as the boot was gently removed and his foot placed carefully on Baelor's knee. The King of Westeros and Protector of the Realm carefully rolled up the fabric of his breeches, even though Dunk would likely have to throw them out or use them for bandages in turn — blood was irritating to clean off from the fine linens he wore nowadays, and he had the coin to buy new ones with the purse he'd won just a few hours ago. All in all, it had been a fine day, even with the injury, if only Baelor would stop being such a clucking hen about it. "You're never fine after a tourney, it's always a dislocated shoulder or a lance directly to the forehead or a dagger to the leg—"

"The dislocated shoulder was Egg's fault!"

"The dislocated shoulder was because you can't resist entering these ridiculous lists just to—"

"Just to what?" Dunk asked, though he was paying more attention to Baelor's fingers teasing apart the knot of the bandage. At last he prevailed and the cloth fell away, revealing the still-sluggish bleeding from the wound. It did look a bit worse than Dunk had remembered, sitting in the maester's tent and batting away at their querulous hands as they'd tried to help.

"This would likely be easier if you were lying down," Baelor grumbled, even as he dipped a fresh cloth in the basin he'd laid beside him. Dunk stifled another snicker and Baelor's glared up at him, though his eyes were twinkling. "Not a word," he warned.

"As my king commands," Dunk promised, and only swore a little as Baelor cleaned the wound and reapplied a fresh bandage — far thicker this time, no doubt to ensure that Dunk didn't bleed through onto the bedclothes in the middle of the night. At last Baelor seemed satisfied with his work and stood, collecting the used cloths into a tidy pile for the servants in the morning.

Dunk watched him work and waited for his moment, and as Baelor turned away, likely to pour himself a cup of wine and further complain, he took hold of his elbow and tugged him into his arms.

"Just to what?" he asked again.

Baelor blinked in confusion, then frowned as he recalled the argument they'd been having. "Just to prove what needs no proof," he said, placing his hand upon Dunk's heart. "You are a knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Duncan, a member of the Kingsguard and the sworn shield of the King. You have fought nobly in battles and defended the weak and innocent in times of peace. Ser Duncan the Tall has songs sung about him from Sunspear to Winterfell. And yet you still enter the lists, you still join the melees and the mock-battles. To what possible purpose? What could possibly make the risk worth it?"

"You've entered dozens of lists in your time," Dunk answered, not angry but considering it. "As Heir, as Hand. You've jousted a few times as the King, and don't give me any of that bullshit about the mystery knight from the tourney at Storm's End two years ago, I know that was you. Was that risk worth it?"

Baelor's scowl deepened, which was how Dunk knew he'd been right all along. Egg owed him five stags for that. "That is different."

Perhaps Dunk was getting old, for the lure of anger was still there, but something else overshadowed it. When first he'd pledged his heart to Baelor, years and lifetimes ago now it seemed, he had been so quick to take offense and claim hurt — a defense, he knew now, against the sheer breathless power of the man he loved. Baelor could destroy him with a word; lashing out had often been the only way he could keep himself safe, in some strange upside-down fashion. If Baelor was seeking his forgiveness, he would not grow bored of Dunk, or tired of him, or angry at him.

But years of certainty had built up between them. Baelor could still destroy him with a word — safer by far to be a god's concubine than a Targaryen's lover — but he never had, and never would. This Dunk knew as he knew the pull of the earth on his bones, the sail of the sun in the skies, the steadiness of Egg's love. So anger was put aside at this breathtaking hypocrisy, and Dunk considered what else might be possible.

"Would you keep me here, then?" he asked, half in jest but half in earnest, tugging Baelor just that much closer. "Lock me up in our rooms, take away all swords and daggers and spears that might do me harm?"

"Yes," said Baelor, instant and irate and so very, very beloved. He smiled at Dunk, curled his other arm around Dunk's shoulders to keep him close. "Yes."

Dunk tilted his face up. He could feel the joy spilling out of him, the way Baelor's eyes drifted down to his mouth. "As my king commands," he murmured.

[aphrostiel]

some mr. spocks

i love him so much he truly is my favorite character of all time ever and forever in all universes

[tokillaking13]

[jadenvargen]

odo transgender nb woman manifesto btw. 

[garaks-padded-bra]

welcome to my twisted mind

[ahoy-spongey-bby]

@garaks-padded-cell

We can not let these edits die

[dunkbaelorexchange2026]

RULES

TIMELINE

APPLICATION FORM (must have AO3 account to join)

Poster by @hardsaltdilf , full without text here

[reidspng]

Based on Chapter 7 of the Songs and the Stories, the Lies and the Glories by @leupagus

(Couldn't post the videos here directly bc tumblr only allows one per post but you can find them here x)

[beanabouttown]

[deepspacescully]

he is so moe