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love how you can straight up ignore established canon and make Odo's abilities more or less all-powerful magic in fic when the plot calls for it... and it doesn't break the story because 1) canon is *extremely* handwavy when it comes to how his physiology works anyway so whatever, 2) what is technically possible or not is never the limiting factor for odo. the trick is convincing him to do anything creative or outlandish. stubborn boring man
It takes 45 minutes for Rom to even admit his own name, but otherwise he’s clammed up shut against Odo’s interrogations, as promised.
If it was true that the occupation was wrong, then could any of the Cardassians’ actions, their laws, their decisions—could any of it possibly be right? Or must it all be rejected as further extension of their evil? Odo had to acknowledge that he didn’t know anymore, that the definition of what was right as it was given by a Bajoran terrorist, or his friend Russol, or the prefect, or the Ferengi bartender, all definitions seemed to intersect, and yet still contradict.
Dawn of the Eagles, SD Perry
au where when the Founders turn Odo into a solid instead of human he's a dog. that's it, he goes back to the station and is Constable Dogo. the humans have a hard time taking him seriously. Quark is afraid/disgusted by the furry creature, or so he tells Odo. Jake throws baseballs for him to fetch on the Promenade.
I can’t stop laughing at the thought of gamer Odo sprouting super awesome MEGA HANDS for 1337 h4x0r typing!! gotta pwn the n00bs!
what... the fuck
Odo as a new solid really misses being able to turn into inanimate objects at will... He practices becoming a ~master of disguise~ like his favorite detective series heroes. Station residents often find him lurking in a corner with a lampshade on his head or a branch in front of his face, and collectively decide to humor him. Odo is very smug about his improvisational capabilities.
Should I tell him? Odo wondered as he stared at Chief O’Brien.
O’Brien took another long draw of his drink—something dark brown and foamy that looked thick enough to stand a spoon in. When he lowered his glass, the faint foam mustache that Odo had noticed earlier was even more pronounced.
Ah. There’d be no point, Odo thought. It would just reappear with each swig.
jklsdfjkljklfsd CUTE
