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#the girls are fighting!! STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE • 3.07 “Civil Defense”
A human drink. It's called root beer. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE - 4.01 WAY OF THE WARRIOR
NOTHING fucks me up more than “has it ever occurred to you that i might be getting exactly what i deserve?” “nobody deserves this.” garak is trying so hard to punish himself and be disgusting and unlovable and julian just says “no, actually, i will love you anyway, i will love you despite your pain, i will love you despite the lies you tell me, i will love you no matter what” i will ALWAYS go crazy for that
“ I can see I’m going to regret this. ”
“ Don’t worry doctor, we’re going to have a wonderful time. After all, what could possibly go wrong? ”
JULIAN & GARAK in S04E09 ’Our Man Bashir’
Given that this gifset was one of the reasons I made my whole tumblr account, and in light of current beautiful Star Trek events, I’m reblogging this work of art
Andrew Robinson on playing Garak for the first time.
Something something something Andrew Robinson and Alexander Siddig’s convention performances walked so lower decks could run something something
Also damn, spirk and garashir in like a month? We’re eating so good
STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE (1993-1999) - 4.01 • “The Way of the Warrior”
TPF&TML chapter update (chapter 48: Child of the Forest)
Summary: This chapter details Omaara's journey into The Forest. Omaara is prepared to be consumed by The Forest, and indeed, The Forest has been waiting for them. But not for the reason they think. Ao3 link: here
art by @bexofalltrades
THE SUBTLE DETAILS AND SHADING ARE INSANE
a ‘plain simple garak’ for the person who requested it in my inbox :)
HOLY SHIT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A RERUN OF THESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
garashir plushies will return in 2025
so glad i found out about the julian garak marriage thing before i watched the lower decks episode bc if it had surprised me it probably would've killed me. "his husband, julian bashir" bitch my heart would've stopped.
I finished DS9 yesterday and it left me feeling a little empty inside. As far as endings go it wasn't bad, per say, but there were a few things I wasn't really fond of.
Thank goodness for Andrew Robinson writing Garak's autobiography. I'm only half way through but it was well worth the money.
sorry for the lack of art the summer heat is KILLING me (almost litherally i started bleeding from my nose and it kept going for like 35 min lol)
I was telling my friend who has never seen DS9 about that one time Garak successfully interrogated some guy by staring at him and they just showed me a picture of the autism creature lol
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 1466
Language: English
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Applies
Relationship: Garashir, Julian Baashir/Elim Garak
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak
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Work inspired by this piece.
Chapter: 1/1
Series: Part 2 of In Purgatory's Shadow and By Inferno's Light
Words: 1281
Language: English
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Garashir
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak
Additional Tags: Dissociation, Crying, Hugs, Claustrophobia, Episode: s05e15 By Inferno's Light
Chapter: 1/1
Series: Part 1 of In Purgatory's Shadow and By Inferno's Light
Words: 748
Language: English
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Garashir
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Enabran Tain (mentionned), Worf (short apparition)
Additional Tags: Dissociation, Enabran death, Episode: s05e14 In Purgatory's Shadow, they're still pining
When having sex, O'Brien and Bashir do not kiss on the mouth in a "just bros rubbing one out keeping it friendly" kind of way. But Garak and Bashir dont kiss on the mouth in a "i'm desperately in love with him and holding that back by the skin of my teeth and if he shows me an ounce of tenderness i will start crying" kind of way. Garak and O'Brien mention this to each other and both assume the other is doing the same thing with Bashir. I hope this helps.
The crash was sudden. Instinct brought him to his feet and took his eyes to the corners, the shadows--all empty. The world sharpened, every sound and movement painted across his senses in sudden vibrant color. Not an explosive. Ever since Ab-Tzenketh that was the first, quivering question his mind asked. Not an explosive. No steps, no voices. The walls were whole, and the silence remained undisturbed save for the quiet scrape of chair as the doctor stood. They stared suspiciously at one another across the stretch of table. “What was that?” Bashir asked finally. “You tell me, Doctor.” “You can’t seriously think it has something to do with me?” Oh, I can, Doctor. But in this case, he didn’t. The taut alertness in the doctor’s body was entirely unfeigned. “No, merely that you have the better hearing.” “It—it came from the kitchen. Sounded like crashing…or falling.” Garak’s fingers found the grip of the disruptor tucked at his hip and pushed through into the kitchen. The room stood as placid as he’d left it, a few dishes sitting innocent on the counter, a half-drunk bottle of kanar decanted and casting a long, still shadow in the moonlight. Room empty. Windows unbroken. Blinds drawn. But something—something is different— The teapot. He found her sprawled, hidden by the bulk of the counter, at the jamb of the backdoor. The door itself lay cracked on its hinges, and, outside, the nightlocusts screeched, grating across the grayscale silence all around. She’d pulled a shelf down as she fell, the ceremonial teapot scattered in jagged crumbs around her. Garak had seen plenty of corpses in his time. After a while, contrary to what most imagined, one grew inured. Eventually the glazed serenity of the eyes, the stiffness of the limbs, the eerie stillness of chest and mouth were mere details to be noted just as one might note height or eye color or symmetry of face. No, the sight of death hadn’t affected him for many years. What he’d never quite grown immune to was the sight of the dying. Shivering agony in the eyes. Fluttering, soundless lips. The clutch of hands…Loral… Every one of her gray hairs was still perfectly in place. It seemed obscene. “Garak? Is everything alright?” The human’s voice was small. “Oh, God. Is she—wait--“ Before Garak could object, the doctor was crouched beside him, finger to Loral’s ashen temple. He took two breaths, brow furrowed, then switched to her wrist. A terrible keening sound. The doctor’s voice transformed, calm and strong in a way Garak wouldn’t have thought possible for one so young. “Loral, listen to me. You may be having a heart attack.” She shook her head in silent terror. Pressed her hand to the center of her chest. “Yes, but it’s alright: I have everything necessary to handle it in the medkit downstairs.” Garak didn’t register what he was saying until the doctor’s urgent, commanding eyes pressed against his. “In the medkit downstairs.” Garak sprang to retrieve it. The medkit he found in the laboratory was Parmak’s, the rugged hide bag with the small stitching of the Hebitian sun on the corner. Garak had bought it when Parmak got his job with the Bureau. A gift. Had he left it here? Had he—
Focus, Elim.
His error didn’t occur to him until he was halfway back up the stairs. The door swept open in the moonlight. The screech of the insects… Damnit, you might as well have handed him the keys to skimmer and drawn him a map to the shuttleport. But, to his relief, the only move the doctor had made was to prop Loral’s back slightly with a tablecloth. He sat beside her talking in low, gentle tones. The boy…hadn’t taken it. As easy an out as he was like to have, and he’d stayed. Perhaps he’d believed that bit about the theta-band detonator after all… Inside he quaked with a terrible mix of adrenaline and gratitude and fear, but the hand that extended the medkit to the doctor was as steady as ever. He looked at it with detached admiration. “Thank you, Doctor.” The human didn’t respond, lost in the medical scanner. A probe’s mistake, Elim. He could hear Tain’s voice, sharp with disgust. Sentiment has dulled your wits. Trying to stay out of the doctor’s way, he sat and took the old woman’s hand. Now’s not the time, Father. The medical scanner beeped worryingly. One didn’t have to be a doctor to recognize the urgency of the alarm. Loral’s eyes lolled in fear. Make yourself useful, for the love of State. You may not be able to handle her heart as the doctor can, but you can handle it in your own way… He forced a light expression. “Loral, if you wanted a day off, all you had to do was ask.” A tug in her cheeks. Good. “You’re not to die until you’ve finished preparing the cakes for Union Day… and, you know, thinking on it, I haven’t the first clue how to steam those K’r’rausian silk tunics. Imagine! Me on Union Day without my silk tunics, Loral! A true tragedy.” The dry exhale of what might have been a chuckle. “No, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stick around a bit longer, my dear.” For the briefest of seconds, he felt Bashir glance up from the scanner. Their eyes met and something stirred. Deep, from a place he barely recognized. He hoped the doctor saw the same respect reflected back at him.
Excerpt from AlphaCygni's Garashir AU fic "Proof"
Illustration by me, @bleuuughhh-blog
Have this thing!
I find myself doubting my ability to choose an excerpt of the appropriate size and type to best represent this story and the scene I drew for it; not so long that it impedes on AC's delicately built intrigue, nor so short that it's impossible to get one's footing in the text. I doubt my ability to represent this scene well enough not just in my excerpt but also in my artwork: I doubt if it's detailed enough, well enough composed, *legible* enough.
What I don't doubt, however, is the stunning quality of the story from which this scene comes, nor the extent to which I will endorse it and sing its praises. Hats off to you @alphacygni and your phenomenal fic from years ago lol. It's irreparably changed my brain chemistry and my standard for both romances and tragedies alike. I hope you don't mind the continuous art posts and tags because I definitely have more scenes to create and share!
Anyone feel free to ask me for Garashir scribbles BTW. I do art for a living and doing dumb lil doodles helps me relax and sometimes get out of artist's block. Still exploring and learning in this absolutely wonderful fandom 💕
Click the first image to see the hairs on Bashir's lil head better
keiko and garak!!!! keiko!! and!! garak!!!!!!!!
unpopular opinion but i think a ship that's not canon but both halves are canonically insane about each other is infinitely better than a ship that's canon and boring
These boys came in a matching set swear. Same daddy issues HELLO??????
(In Purgatory’s Shadow)
(Doctor Bashir, I Presume?) the way these were aired practically back to back.
I hate that the ao3 tag says "Elim Garak". I am not on a first name basis with that man. Frankly I don't think he is on a first name basis with himself
Do you think bajorans / humans look a bit unnerving to cardassians... imagine a human but twice as smooth. Are humans to cardassians what odo is to humans. (Im dragged out kicking and screaming)
This plays like a really nice ending at first like "aw yeah Garak's a good guy in his own way after all :)" and then you rotate the events of the episode in your head a minute and realize that the only way any of this makes sense is if he was genuinely ready to turn them over to the military dictatorship and only changed course after Gul Dipshit was like "we can murder them and it will be epic and based" and Garak's mental calculus was "the terrorists are less of a threat to the military dictatorship alive than they would be as martyrs".
The quadrant's most charming and affable spook.