#garakbashir

[auntieclimactic]

Yes, I am Writing Garak/Bashir Fanfiction In 2024, the Year of my Downfall

Me and my 25+ year Garak/Bashir complex after that Lower Decks episode:

He zaps into existence in a flash of photonic of heat and a slight chemical odor. Embarrassing, really. Even worse are the first words out of his mouth: “Please state the nature of your medical emergency.”

If he had any attention to spare, he would be cringing. Canned responses are photonic equivalent of farting in public. Thankfully, or unthankfully, depending how you look at it, 99.7 percent of his processing power is focusing on sorting out the current mess of code and scrambled subroutines. What in the four quadrants—

“Oooh, an Emergency Medical Hologram, nice! Looks like you’ll finally have an extra set of hands in sick bay, Doc.”

“Please state the nature of your medical emergency,” he repeats, tone slightly less than medically professional. 0.03 percent of processing power may not seem like much to carbon-based life forms, but he has a mess to slog through and the less distraction he’s dealing with the faster he can work. The two beings in front of him, one human and one Cardassian, his system catalogs, in full health and with no apparent injuries are wasting his time.

“Doctor Bashir, I presume,” the Cardassian says, pale blue eyes sweeping slowly down his form.

He redirects an additional 0.07 percent away from the essential task at hand to snap, “You may not.” The Cardassian raises a delicate eyeridge as he continues, “I am an emergency medical hologram based on Doctor Julian Bashir, with all the autonomies and rights of personhood granted to organic beings as outlined in the The Artificial Intelligence and Holographic Consciousness Recognition Act.”

“Whoa,” that Human says, eyes widening.

The Cardassian merely smiles, a silky tilt of his lips that is quite distracting, “Apologies, my dear, how would you prefer to be addressed?”

That question makes him flush, radiant heat sweeping through his body. It is bewildering and, worse, disruptive.

“You may call me Doctor, or, outside of medical services,” he pauses and then tentatively offers, “Jules.” And with a desperate activation of code, he switches himself into standby.

[helcor]

The struggle is real. 🍫

[emariedraws]

I will never not be obsessed with post-canon cardassia

[saragrosie]

"Have you ever heard of the phrase 'Keeping your cards close to your chest'?"

"Why no! Do enlighten me."

"It's a Human idiom. It refers to what one does in a game of Poker, when they want to keep their cards secret, they play them close to their chest so no one else can see the hand they possess."

"Ah, and it's some kind of metaphor for hiding the truth, I take it?"

"And how did you come to the conclusion I was talking of that my dear Mister Garak?"

"My dear doctor, was there ever such a time we didn't discuss this?"

4got to post this!

[mycenaae]

a whisper system: garak/bashir, 1.8k rated t+. post-canon interlude set before the events of ‘section 31: control’ 

garak is there when julian walks into his apartment on andor. 

title from war of the foxes. this is mostly me just being sad about post-canon garakbashir, i’m not going to lie to you.

[saragrosie]

Warmup sketches in between animation for the TL

[emariedraws]

There was this comic I was working on once- and since it’s never going to get finished, here are some of my favorite panels from it!

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

Oh, please, Doctor. I'm suffering enough without having to listen to your smug Federation sympathy. Do you think because we have lunch together once a week, you know me? You couldn't even begin to fathom what I'm capable of.