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Hello there! My name is Fool! This is an independent Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space 9 roleplay blog. Original character and crossover friendly with several Trek verses. 21+ only, please. I am private and semi-selective meaning I will only write with mutuals. If you are interested, shoot me a message or give me a follow! This is a sideblog for @strings-have-been-cut.

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INFO. RULES. ASK MEMES. INTERACTION CALL.

#ooc #pinned post #info #rules

If you get married to Julian, make sure you get a prenup

"...A rather rude suggestion. And why is that?"

#anonymous

the-uss-wossname

My new headcanon is that the cardassian words for “tailor” and “homosexual” are the same. I really think when he was sent as an exile to DS9 he was like “well guess I’ll just retire and become a professional homosexual” and it translated out to tailor so he decided to commit to the bit. This is why he mentions it so often to Julian and why dukat says tailor like a slur.

cair--paravel

Autochrome by Charles Corbet, c. 1910.

Sex Values

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#about garak #dash game

strings-have-been-cut

ooc ;; apologies again for disappearing. i am scarce at the end of the school year and i am also dealing with some health problems. i am going to try and slowly do replies! live long and prosper.

#ooc #Fool speaks

starbashir-deactivated20241016

#whore

weltenwellen

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

weary-mouse

The five love languages

@facetedspades // Julian ;;

There’s an exhale, swallowing thickly. He had to think about the question, then shook his head. He could hear the voices of people talking over the comms, trying to get things back online, get anything working. But it all sounded like a garbled mess of sounds.

“Cold,” he finally mumbled. “Dehydrated. Disoriented. Neck hurts from being on the floor. Limbs feel heavy.” The hands on his chest were met with his other resting atop them, movements slow and tired.

It was nice in a very odd way to have Garak there- nice for the company, not nice for the amount of pain he was in. Another person kept his mind from getting lost in itself. Talking was exhausting, but if he didn’t he might sleep again and he was far beyond tired of sleeping constantly. Part of his mind was worried about someone needing him, the rest knew there wasn’t much he could do for anyone else. “… You?”

“Oh, I’m fine aside from the fact that we are stranded in enemy territory!” He sounded vaguely hysterical, but no more than he usually did. Already, he was working to create a makeshift pillow for the doctor, but try as he might, there were no resources within arms reach.

“You hit your head,” he said sternly. Somewhere in the back of his mind Bamarren training came back to him. Keep them talking. Assess for damage. Unfortunately for Julian, the next step of his military training called to kill the soldier out of mercy if they began showing signs of mental fatigue. He would have to find another plan, clearly.

“Tell me, Doctor, do you have something to sort yourself out in this sickbay? I promise I can be a very talented field medic if you walk me through how to use your Federation tools.” Garak’s eyes flitted around the small cabin in search of emergency packs, but the squealing of the emergency sirens in the hall outside and the constant nonsense from the communications systems were distracting him.

#facetedspades #Julian Bashir

@facetedspades // Julian ;;

Perhaps because he’d rushed himself (somewhat accidentally) into this conversation, his mind felt like it was pulled between being forcibly all-too-present in the situation and dissociative, trying to process Garak’s words properly while emotion turned his legs into jelly. His expression didn’t change as he tried to get his head to turn, to look back at Garak, but the thought of seeing annoyance or anger in his eyes made him remain staring out at stars he’d seen a thousand times.

“And why wouldn’t I?” His tone is just barely laced with agitation at being told what he did or did not want. Perhaps early on in their friendship Julian would have wilted and stammered and tripped over himself, blindly seeking approval and agreement. But he was so many years from that.

Was it his imagination, or did the doctor sound angry? Had he taken Garak’s response as some sort of rejection? No. He couldn’t allow himself to think that he would be shaken by such a rejection. He couldn’t fool either one of them into thinking that. It must have been something else.

“Do you want a genuine answer?” The question had escaped him and he was on his feet before he had fully formed a plan. Garak disliked going into a delicate situation without preparation, but this wasn’t something he thought he’d be doing tonight.

Or was it? Was this just the sort of thing he’d secretly hoped for when he came to Julian’s quarters in the middle of the night, unannounced, asking to speak to him about their feelings? And what all of this, exactly? What did they expect to get out of it? Garak felt they were on the brink of something, standing on the edge of some cavernous void together - but he couldn’t think of what would happen if they took the leap. He just knew they would have to do it together.

“Because if you allow yourself to care about me,” he said softly as he stepped up behind Julian. “Then you will find nothing but disappointment.”

#facetedspades #Julian Bashir

lady-sci-fi

Why the hell is Garak so pretty in the Root Beer scene from “Way of the Warrior”? I think he’s generally good-looking, anyway, but there’s something extra here.

Maybe the yellow backlighting working so well with his yellow tunic is helping? Whatever it is, look at the pretty lizard man.