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Episode of the Week: A Star Trek Event Series presents Garashir week! May 4-10, 2026

This event welcomes all fanworks. No minimum or maximum word counts. No content restrictions.

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Thank you all so much for the fun prompts! I combined them where I could, and left a free to accommodate all the ones I couldn't do individually. <3

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Text List: Day 1: Universal Translator Malfunction Day 2: Sick Fic Day 3: There Was Only One Bed Day 4: Trapped Day 5: Biological Imperative Day 6: Arguing Day 7: Free Day

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Thank you all so much for participating in Garashir Week 2026! Every prompt submitted, like, reblog, comment, and of course entry was so appreciated. <3 Please check out all the entries submitted to the AO3 collection here. For entries here on tumblr, go here.

Check back soon for prompt submissions for Vulcan Week 2026

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Day Seven: free Wordcount: +1,300 Vibes: fluffy, pre-slash ☆ AO3 Link ☆

There has been an energy in Julian’s steps that he couldn’t quite explain himself. He figured that DS9’s strange Cardassian architecture affected him less than his fellow Federation members, who tended to speak about it as though it was physically weighing them down.

All the sharp ridges with their shadows and vaults reminded Julian of alien skeletons. He could see how that would be unsettling to others, but as a doctor, it did not strike him as particularly dangerous.

It shouldn’t.

Taste was an entirely different beast, of course. No amount of friendly lighting could ever soften all those sickly grays and greens. But the frontier wasn’t supposed to look beautiful, right? It was about adventure.

He thought of all that on his way across the promenade. He was heading for the tailor shop. Not to get something altered—although he wondered if such a pretense for a visit would’ve been wise—but simply out of curiosity.

What was it about the station’s last Cardassian that was so mysterious? The nature of his staying behind surely was. Julian would rest easier if he had more details. He has always been a researcher, someone to really get into something that he didn’t quite understand yet, so that’s what he was doing.

On the inside, he felt a strange pressure to really get to know Garak.

The tailor shop opened up in front of him like a dragon’s den. He swallowed. Then again, this would make him the brave knight in shining armor, right? A much nicer image.

The inside of the shop was warmer and stuffier than the promenade. Colorful garments were laid across presenting tables and clothing racks lined the walls. With his shoulders hopefully not looking as tense as they felt, Julian looked around the shop obnoxiously in order to seem unaware of its owner.

‘Act normal’, as it were.

Garak was in the back, listening to a Ferengi customer in a sequined jacket. He has seen Julian.

Julian smiled and hastily raised his hand to signal both his presence and that he would wait. However, the prolonged eye contact made Garak shift. His lizard eyes wouldn’t stop fixating Julian from his bony skull, with his grin not quite reaching them.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he exclaimed finally, leaving the Ferengi with swift steps.

Swallowing was harder now, Julian learned. “Oh, I’ll wait! Please—”

“Now why should I make you wait on this fine morning, doctor? How are you?” Garak said in that curious singsong of his, entering his personal space. Julian looked away. He hasn’t gotten used to his enunciation yet. He wondered whether all Cardassians spoke as if there were air quotes around every word.

He had a few more moments to think about this, as the Ferengi in the back protested this poor customer service with all the colorful vocabulary at his merchant disposal, and Garak had enough grace to shove him out of the shop without chopping his orange head off.

Julian would have laughed at the scene, if it didn’t mean that Garak very obviously wanted his undivided attention on him as the only ‘customer’.

At least his smile was softer now that the doors closed. As soft as it could, on a face that looked like its skin has been pulled directly over the skeleton.

Garak tilted his round head. “Now, what can I do for you, dear doctor?”

“I was just looking around, so nothing in particular. Just curious about the latest fashions,” Julian got out, somehow.

Garak reacted to every word of his with the weirdest countenance. “And what type of fashion interests you exactly?” he wanted to know.

“Just what’s… in style,” Julian said, eloquently. “Anywhere. I’m not picky.”

The grin growing on Garak’s face did resemble a dragon’s. “So open-minded! A valuable quality when it comes to fashion,” he sang. He guided Julian to a table on his left. “It is your lucky day, as I have just received a shipment from Risa, freshly unpacked.”

Julian stared at the fabric as if Garak had ordered him.

“Do not fret, look as closely as you want to, please! Yes, it is authentic. Risan silk is expensive but not too exclusive for an establishment as humble as mine. I do have a weakness for Risan fabrics, as you must know, especially their summer collections. Their quality and craftsmanship is high-end but nothing too spectacular, if you see for yourself here…”

Julian let Garak show him the smooth fabric. It shimmered in light blues under the artificial light. With its greens, purples and pinks, the flowery pattern on it looked rather tacky. He could see how Risans would gift scarves made of this to tourists en masse.

It was hard to politely compliment the silk with Garak’s lighthouse-type stare scanning Julian for every single micro-reaction.

His eyes were so dark and sharp… Was he high?

“Yes, very beautiful indeed,” Julian laughed. “Very pretty.”

Garak continued smiling at him, as if to indicate that he wanted to hear more.

“Beautiful flowers—these are beautiful, native to Risa, I assume. The pink ones are quite striking. Very beautiful. So pretty. Yes.”

“They’re very on-trend. I myself prefer the timeless classics.”

“Timeless is good, too.”

“Are you very fond of flowers, doctor?”

“Me? Not particularly, I’d say. Not that I mind them…” Julian swallowed. Has that answer been wise? “How about you?” he added carefully.

Cloth sliding from his leathery hands, Garak smiled. “I do appreciate an elegant breed of flowers. I have cultivated a garden myself, many, many years ago—though I hardly possess a ‘green thumb’, as you might say. Still, it was a joyful pastime.”

That was new information to Julian. “A garden? That sounds lovely, Garak.”

Garak blinked, accompanied by a faint clicking sound. “Oh, it was, although I can very well go without all the dirt and strained knees! I was also never lucky with my Edosian orchids, unfortunately.” He neatly folded the fabric back to its original position.

“Well, I reckon they are like any orchid,” Julian said. “They are notoriously hard to care for.”

“I suppose so,” Garak smiled. And for the first time, though there was a melancholy to it, it seemed to reach his eyes.

The knight now had his objective. With a spring in his steps, Julian returned to the tailor shop later that week with a mission bright in his mind: He would make this Cardassian his friend, not only because this seemed preferable over having him as an enemy, but simply because he wanted to.

He liked Garak, and he couldn’t stop grinning when he handed him the bouquet. All its flowers and greens were sharp and elegant—characteristics that he would attribute to Garak as well, just as he had told the florist during the commission. She had listened well.

“Doctor?”

“A fine arrangement from Risa, chic and timeless,” Julian said, not without amusement. “I figured flowers that stay beautiful for a week are better than no flowers at all. They’re no Edosian orchids! But they do resemble the purple ones from your new fabrics.”

For a split second, Garak stared at him as though he was about to ask, ‘What fabrics?’ But he only pursed his lips and thanked Julian. “Though I am afraid I lack a vase to adequately display them,” he said with a melody that Julian hasn’t heard from his voice yet.

“Oh, no matter, I’ll replicate one for you. In purple as well?”

With a glint in his eye, Garak exclaimed, “Dear doctor, how thoughtful of you! I’ll accompany you, it’s time for a break anyway.” With that, he guided Julian to the doors.

Out of the dragon’s den, Julian thought, his heart racing as Garak smelled the flowers in his hands. Somehow, it seemed even more dangerous, walking with him on the promenade like this, now that Julian did know more about him—maybe more than anyone else on the station. So, it wasn't the architecture at all. It was the never-ending smiles they exchanged, the way that conversation flowed easier between them with every sentence, and smell of the flowers; those were dangerous.

But the part of Julian that simply enjoyed all this was stronger. After all, this was his adventure.

…Or would it have been wiser to order an ugly silk scarf instead?

Oh well, he could still do that later.

Something short and sweet with s1 vibes for Garashir Week, hosted by @trekepoftheweek ☆ I am soo in love with the early dynamic between Bashir and Garak!!

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Day Seven: Free Day

Sadly we've reached our final day of Garashir week! But don't worry, you can add a drabble or a quick sketch today! NO min or max expectations on anything. Missed a day? No problem, just post it by the end of the day. Tag this account for a reblog!

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Your mission: Finish an incomplete Kirk/Spock WIP

🕓 Event Dates: Runs May 1 - June 30, 2026 on Dreamwidth

Rules:

🌟 Finish any incomplete Kirk/Spock fic that has been stalled for at least one full year*, and post all parts of it while the event is running. (* No updates or edits during that time. It's okay if you thought about it or jotted down a note. Just to be clear, it must be your WIP. You can't finish someone else's fic.)

🌟 An eligible fic can already be partially posted as long as there have been no meaningful updates to the text for at least one full year. (If you fixed an typo, that’s okay. If you added a chapter, pick another WIP.)

🌟 It's okay if it began life as a part of another event. We'd encourage you to credit them in your author's notes. If your fic was for a past T'hy'la Bang, definitely let us know!

🌟 You can finish and post as many completed WIPs as you can while the event is running. Start working any time, but posting/promo will not begin until May.

🌟 All versions of Kirk/Spock are welcome! They must be central to the work. Beyond that, this event does not have any content restrictions.

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How to play:

🚀 To sign up, join this Dreamwidth community and drop a note on this post with info about the fic(s) you plan to finish.

🚀 When you’ve completed your goal, add your fic to the T’hy’la’s AO3 collection 'annihilate' and promote it here by posting to this community! Use the template below.

We're happy to create a collection on Squidge for anyone who uses that archive. Just let us know!

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Happy The Wire Day to those who celebrate! (one day late)

The Wire aired for the first time one 5/8/94. I absolutely picked this past week as Garashir Week 2026 because of it! So here's some screen caps from trekcore to celebrate.

Garashir week is almost at a close but no worries! Tomorrow (5/10) is a free day so anything goes! If you are late on fills from earlier in the week, you're welcome to post those any time.

(is this post a day late because I wrote down the 9th instead of the 8th in my notes? Yes.)

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Day Six: Arguing

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Day Five: Biological Imperative

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Day Four: Trapped

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Day Three: There was only one bed

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Day Two: Sick Fic

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Garak was quiet for what felt like hours, still and silent, staring into nothing. Julian guessed that it would feel too close to a confinement to be held, but sat close by enough to rest a hand on Garak's shoulder, to stroke his hair and whisper what he hoped were comforting words. It was all he had to offer.

Worf had been taken out in the interim, no doubt just to get banged up in meaningless combat again. It was hard to say how long he was gone before he was returned, escorted by Martok, bruised but triumphant, his brow sticky with blood - though Julian could not say at a glance whose it was. Julian leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against the shell of Garak's ear, then turned his attention to Worf's injuries.

To say it was surprising to see Garak get up, as though nothing had happened at all, and crawl back into the walls with barely a complaint, would be a monumental understatement. Julian, however, had long since learned not to underestimate the object of his quiet affection.

"There is no greater enemy than one's own fears," Martok observed, as Garak returned to what he had called his dungeon.

"It takes a brave man to face them," Worf agreed.

"I wish we didn't have to subject him to this," said Julian, his heart packed with more emotions than he could name, but too exhausted to feel any of them properly. "But I believe he can do it."

"Your par'Mach'kai is showing great courage and self-sacrifice," said Martok. "He is a brave man."

There was another one of those inscrutably esoteric Klingon words that refused to pass through the UT. At least, based on context cues, Julian felt he could safely ascertain its meaning: a trusted friend, a close companion, sharing that sort of unbreakable bond that Klingon warriors probably do with their very dearest warrior friends.

"I know," Julian agreed. "He is."

- Garashir Week, Day 1: Universal Translator Malfunction

Thanks to @trekepoftheweek for giving my blorbos their own week x

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Garashir week is a go!

Day One: Universal Translator Malfunction

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Episode of the Week: A Star Trek Event Series presents Garashir week! May 4-10, 2026

This event welcomes all fanworks. No minimum or maximum word counts. No content restrictions.

Can you believe it's only one more week until Garashir week? I'm so excited to see what everyone's working on! Feel like you don't have enough time? Draw some stick figures! Write a 100 word drabble! Remember, all works are welcome!

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Text Prompt List:

Day 1: Universal Translator Malfunction Day 2: Sick Fic Day 3: There Was Only One Bed Day 4: Trapped Day 5: Biological Imperative Day 6: Arguing Day 7: Free Day

[sixtiesgogobootz]

- “why not let me stay?”

[goodforwho]

He got one💛

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Only 3 more weeks until Garashir Week 2026 kicks off!

What are you working on? Which prompt is speaking to you the most? Let me know in the comments!

This event welcomes all fanworks. No minimum or maximum word counts. No content restrictions.

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Thank you all so much for the fun prompts! I combined them where I could, and left a free to accommodate all the ones I couldn't do individually. <3

Text List: Day 1: Universal Translator Malfunction Day 2: Sick Fic Day 3: There Was Only One Bed Day 4: Trapped Day 5: Biological Imperative Day 6: Arguing Day 7: Free Day