#quarksbar

[yehrin]

People there is a Quark’s bar in my town who wants to join me for a synthale and a round of dabo

[ds9official]

help me find this artist pls!!

i used to look at ds9 art a lot on here around 2017-2018 and i was in LOVE with this one artist’s style to the point of copying down their art in 100% imitation and now i (finally) have a tumblr and i can’t find them!!! i might be confusing them with another artist who i ALSO can’t find but i have a memory of them drawing quark in really high heels. anyway. i doubt anyone is gonna see this but if u do pls help me out ! <<33

[eriexplosion]

quarksbar replied to your chat “eriexplosion: the truth is we are not winning we are losing the nerd...”

*me staring at my giant perler portrait of quark* it's a odd burden isn't it?

I want a giant portrait of Quark, something I can hang in my entryway to test all who enter

[snoozlebee]

quarksbar replied to your post “me 5 years ago: i don’t really get the phenomenon of making...”

I just imagined Odo as one of the dancers from CATS the musical...

UGH GOD i would absolutely grit my teeth through CATS if it had an all trek alumni cast??? I HATE THIS KNOWLEDGE ABOUT MYSELF

[ds9shameblog]

Don’t call the cops but I stole your art. I have a good reason though, I needed a bookmark for the billion ds9 books I’m currently reading.

!!! :D 

[zombified-queer]

18. “There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less. Okay? My love doesn’t come with strings.” sisko/garak (like dude, all those prompts are like perfect for those 2, omg)

I was actually in the middle of staring at my Emissary's Child document lmao

"There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less. Okay? My love doesn’t come with strings." Sisko's voice is soft, soothing.They spent the night awake, replicating cup after cup of raktajino. Garak divulges everything brought to the surface from Garak's time in the internment camp. Every time he was punished for his obliviousness as a child by Tain, every lonely moment spent in the dark with the walls closing in, every moment at Bamarren, every interrogation or assassination or simple petty theft is all spilled for Sisko to judge Garak in the course of a single night. The Cardassian says so much his eyes glaze over and he's exhausted and emotional, drained of all his secrets, and somehow simply not there.And yet here this human is, saying it doesn't matter. "I would never make you jump through hoops like that," Sisko says softly, taking one of Garak's hands, a gesture of intimacy and affection. "My love for you, Garak, is one of care and concern for you. Do you understand?"Slowly, Garak comes back to himself, his shaking slows. Breathing comes easier. Sisko's fingers on the back of his neck are gentle, careful. Tain's words subside and Sisko's replace them. Garak nods once to show he understand, but he doesn't really, still anticipating Sisko's mood to change quickly, the way a regnar changes itself to match the environment around it. He anticipates anger, fear, anything other than this softness."You're alright, Garak." Sisko is careful not to raise his voice, not to move too fast. And for a moment he really believes he is and for a moment he can see why those Prophets would have chosen Sisko as their Emissary. He's like a teady glow in the oppressive, smothering dark.Garak looks Sisko in the eye, takes the human's face in both his hands, studying his face. There's not intent to deceive, to harm, nothing cruel. Only an honest concern.Slowly, the Cardassian presses his chufa against Sisko's smooth skin, eyes closed in a sign of trust. Sisko's hands settle on Garak's waist, holding him but not crushing him, just a weight and warmth to reassure Garak."I would never treat you like he did," Sisko says. "You've done awful things but that doesn't make you a bad person."Garak hums, appreciating the words to fill the space, but not quite believing them."You're capable of empathy. I know you are, Elim."The use of his first name makes Garak jolt, as if electrocuted. It's the first time the name hasn't been paired with pain, paired with fear the way wine is paired with rich food. He almost anticipates hands twisting his arm behind his back, forcing him into the confines of the pantry, locked alone in the dark.But the only dark comes from his eyes being closed and Sisko's breaths are warm against his face and there's no hint of pain.He's aware of being picked up, carried to bed, but Garak can't find it in him to protest. Sisko makes a soft noise, something sad and, perhaps, a comment on how listless Garak feels. Garak can't find anymore words, but Sisko lays him in bed, joins Garak in bed. For the first time in a long while, Garak feels safe.

[zombified-queer]

“You need to take off your shirt.” Sisko/Garak again because I love the last one, I figure this one's good since Garak is a tailor

L I S T E N I want Sisko/Garak tattooed on my fucking face.

They'd been flirting (and rather shameless about it, as far as Cardassian courtship went and honestly in Garak's place of business on top of it, the scandal) and Garak was appreciating the progress Benjamin was making in studying Cardassian courtship (though three instructional PADDs should have been enough reading to keep one busy for a decade, at least, and that was without the responsibilities of being the Captain on the station), but this was, after all, a place of business.

"You need to take off your shirt," Garak said plainly.

And Benjamin had looked at Garak, who returned the look.

There was a long silence while both of them processed what the other had meant.

"Oh," Benjamin said.

And Garak hadn't felt his face heat up like this in a long time. "I meant - "

"I know."

And while Garak set into his work, measuring and sewing, he mentioned, "It's a shame you don't prefer the sleeveless undershirt."

"Really, Garak." Benjamin crossed his arms, smiling at the tailor. "You have a preference."

"I do." Garak finished his work, handing the garment back. "Try that."Benjamin found Garak's work more than capable, as always. But before he could say his thanks, Garak's eyes lit up and Benjamin nodded for Garak to continue.

"The lack of sleeves, from what I've seen on Jadzia, emphasize the musculature of the arms." Garak smiled. "It does make quite a . . . handsome look."

"Should I be worried that you're looking at the old man?” A gentle teasing, nothing more.

"Of course not," Garak said, catching Sisko’s meaning and breaking into a small smile. "But as a tailor, my job is to observe, make notes, adapt."

"It sounds like spying."

"People tend to tell their tailors everything."

And that was one Benjamin didn't exactly have a comeback for. He settled for giving Garak a quick peck on the cheek. That was affectionate enough without breaching the near ancient-Victorian nuances of Cardassian courtship. "Thank you, Garak."

"Anything for you, Benjamin," Garak purred.

[zombified-queer]

79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” Garak/Sisko, I'm not sure if I've seen this pairing from you before

I haven’t done this before butI’M INTO IT!!!

“Stop hogging all the blankets," Garak hisses.It's cold as hell on the planet they’ve transported down to and it’s hard to make a proper fire out of wet wood. Sisko feels for the Cardassian, Julian having mentioned how hard it is for Garak to keep warm. Reptilian ancestry makes it harder to thermoregulate. Sisko sighs, pulling Garak close.Garak tilts his head, suspicious. After all, this the Emissary of the Bajoran Prophets. Surely there's some catch.But no. No blade to the ribs. No phaser pressed to Garak's side. Just body heat and warmth.Sisko drapes the blankets around both of them, keeping Garak warmer than just wrapped up by himself. Garak makes a noise that's halfway between a hiss and purr, pressing himself closer. He can't help but notice how delightful Sisko smells, some sort of Bajoran cologne, but not cloying or overdone like most of the others wear it. "Better?"Garak makes a low noise of assent, eyes half-closing. "I trust you to keep watch in case that Major of yours decides to take your security more seriously."Sisko's hand rests on Garak's back. "She won't hurt a scale on your neck."Garak is going to protest, make some comment about how horrible of a comparison that is. But he's warm, warm enough to rest and he cant trust this Terran. Slowly, Garak falls asleep with his face buried in Sisko's chest.