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guardrick · 5 years

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question meme, tagged by @mortysmith-c147 and answered by Kai

SECTION I.

NAME. “Morty. Kai’s easier.” AGE? “18…19? Um. What year is it?″ ARE YOU SINGLE? “Yeah.” ARE YOU ANGRY? “Right now? No.” ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? “Both are dead.”

SECTION II. nine facts.

BIRTHPLACE. “Washington state.” HAIR COLOR. “Brown.” EYE COLOR. “Brown.” BIRTHDAY. “September 15th.” MOOD. He looks dejected, and raises both his hands open-palmed in a shrug. GENDER. “Male.” SUMMER OR WINTER? “Winter is nice.” MORNING OR AFTERNOON? “Afternoon, um…mornings are okay. Apartment to myself sometimes.”

SECTION III. things about your love life.

ARE YOU IN LOVE? “No.” DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? “Mmm…um. S-some…No.” WHO ENDED YOUR FIRST RELATIONSHIP? “Me.” HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? “Doubt it.” ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? “I mean…not really?” HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE IN THE PAST WEEK? “No.” HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? “Um. I’ve never gotten weird letters or whatever.” HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? He shifts and fidgets slightly. “No.”

SECTION IV. choices.

LOVE OR LUST? “Both? Lust? This is stupid.” LEMONADE OR TEA? “Tea is okay.” CATS OR DOGS? “Dogs!” A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS? “Few regular ones. I’unno.” WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN? “Ohh, well. Wild night for sure.” DAY OR NIGHT? “Night.”

SECTION V. have i evers.

BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT? “Sometimes. Rick hates it. I hate that he checks in on me at night. Where am I gonna go far, yanno? So what if I have friends?” FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS? “yeah” WANTED SOMEONE/SOMETHING SO BADLY IT HURT? Once again, he fidgets and doesn’t make eye contact. WANTED TO DISAPPEAR? “Y-yeah…can. Can we stop with this kind of question?”

SECTION VI. preferences.

SMILE OR EYES? “Eyes.” SHORTER OR TALLER? “Taller.” INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION? “Attraction. Freaks me out when people think they’re so smart.” HOOK-UPS OR RELATIONSHIP? “Hook-ups.”

SECTION VII. family.

DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG? “Fuck off. They’re all dead, and I don’t even know if Rick is mine. Fucking…bullshit.” WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A ”MESSED UP LIFE”? “’Yikes’, as they say.” HAVE YOU EVER RUN AWAY FROM HOME? “I think about it so much…but. Where would I go?” HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT? “No.”

SECTION VII. friends.

DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS? “No? Why call them a friend if you hate them?” DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS TO BE GOOD FRIENDS? “Sure, yeah.” WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? “Um, that Shep guy is pretty cool. We chill out! It’s nice.” WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU? “Nobody.”

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divinnx · 6 years

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`&. LITTLE ONE

Why now? Why after all of these years did this stupid broken portal gun do nothing until now? Morty stared at the device as it started blinking sending out a soft signal echoing in the quiet of his apartment. For a while, he couldn’t move, he just stood fixated on the device that shouldn’t even be working in the first place. It wasn’t just the fact that the beat-up gun was just now coming to life, but there was a preset dimension typed into it, and it was his dimension. Slowly his trembling hand reached out for where it sat on his nightstand. Fingertips made contact with the metal that was warming up after being cold for so long tracing their way to the handle.

His dark chocolate eyes glided over it taking in all of its scratches and dents, half wondering if someone broke in here and replaced it. No, still the same portal gun he found at the wreckage. He backed away hastily grabbing his Citadel Police badge and hooking it to his hip before attaching his thigh holster for his plasma gun. He Adjusted his yellow shirt and threw on a black windbreaker sliding his freshly filled flask on the inside pocket. Subconsciously he patted his chest to make sure his beloved pendant was still there, he gripped it for a moment while giving a sideways glance back to the portal gun. Hesitation took over again while he holstered his weapon securely, this could be a trap he kept telling himself grabbing up the ragged portal device.

It wasn’t like he had anything to lose, he gripped it in his hand and extended his arm out firing a shot watching closely when the portal manifested a few feet in front of him. The familiar green glow lit up the room bringing a tear to his eye. Squeezing his eyes shut and stepping through the green cloud, all he could hear was the pounding of his heart walking forward. He continued pushing forward until he heard the portal shut behind him and he was left standing in his mother dimension reluctant to open his eyes. He relaxed when he didn’t hear anything other than the breeze pushing through trees and the sound of birds chirping.

He opened his eyes looking around him, a perplexed look took over his usual stoic expression. There was a lake, it beckoned him to the water’s edge, it felt comforting and happy. Had he been here before? Morty walked until he came to the stone fence placing a hand on the warm stone and looking out at the water. The sun setting in front of him changing the horizon colors of yellow golds and fire orange, He ran a hand through his dark chocolate curls leaving his hand up to block the bright light.

SHE SAT ON THE WOODEN BENCH in her backyard, looking out towards the sunset ----- allowing the twilight to glow on her face. it was warm and welcoming, far better than the chilly cryopod she had found herself not many months before. there she was ----- dressed in a light brown knitted turtleneck sweater, black leggings, barefooted, and her long hair braided into a single plait as she held a mug; half filled with creamy coffee. at this time of the year, seattle was quite chilly and cloudy, so for the sun to warm the parts of her skin that were bare was something she appreciated greatly. however, this was also the time where she would spend her time with her beloved family ---- perhaps minus beth ----- but with her dearest rick, summer, and morty. the thought of them filled her with a great loneliness, but she clung to the hope that her two boys would return to her, ready for firm hugs and perhaps some tears.

it was still so surreal to know that the world was still spinning despite the urgency in her husband’s voice that seemed to only be moments ago until she was put to sleep. to know that she slept deeply while the world continued forward; the children that were born, those who died of illness or warfare, the advancement of working humans. every time she woke, these realizations made her feel that she’s cheating life and death especially since she always reaches the brink, but always brought back by her reliable husband. however, those thoughts are immediately shoved aside and instead, dianne moves forward to make sure that her life or her husband’s work to keep her alive is in vain.

deep green eyes stared off to the reflections of light on the lake when she heard light footsteps behind her, a figure approaching until basked in twilight where she removes herself from the bench, nearly gasping at the sight of familiar yet appropriately aged face. the gentle autumn winds blowing through their hair, the only thing keeping her from reaching out to hold him was the perplexion on the young man’s face. but it was him. her morty. dianne knew that there were countless of rick’s and morty’s in other dimensions, but there was no denying that this was her little morty. tears blurred her vision as she inhales deeply, maneuvering around her bench to approach him slowly and carefully ------ a relieved and delighted smile, as warm as the sun.

❛ welcome home, little star. it’s been some time, hasn’t it? ❜

@mortysmith-c147

#★`. my little star / OO1.#( hi hello i love pain )

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cyrelia-j · 6 years

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A Tale of Two Parmaks (or the big write up on my crazy versions)

In thinking of multiverse and character stuff, I thought this would be a good opportunity to familiarize everyone with the two big versions of Parmak that I write. He isn’t super fleshed out in the books, but I think that there’s still somewhat of a consensus on defining character traits both physical and mental/intellectual/emotional that make up the heart of him. I know that in both my primary iterations of him there are some characteristics which diverge sharply from what most people imagine he’d look like/think like/act like. There are a few short things I’ve written where I think he remains “canon” Parmak but those are definitely the minority.

So, without further ado, may I present:

C132 Parmak and C147 Parmak

(Yeah, I totally ripped off Rick and Morty for this)

The idea for those not familiar with the show is that there are various multiverses where alternate versions of the world/characters exist. It’s a pretty common theme in sci fi but I took the universe designation format from that show. Just as a reference, in the show it’s generally accepted that the “Primary Universe” characters are C137 so I definitely will not be using that number :)

C132 Parmak: This Parmak appears in my serious and dark/dramatic stories. I’m working on an ambitious series of backstories for his life in this universe. Right now these start with “If” and are going to continue through [upcoming as of 5/24/18] “The Downward Spiral” and others. Parmak in these stories is intersex- having characteristics of both sexes. In this universe I had envisioned Cardassia as having a detailed spectrum of sexes (Known as the Ba’zan Spectrum) which range from what we would approximate from Cis Male at one end to Cis Female on the other. I won’t get too detailed with that in this post but as a note, Parmak is “X210” which means that his primary body characteristics skew slightly female in appearance (ie the hip to shoulder ratio, slightly more feminine ridges, a bit of a softer voice etc) but as far as biological sex are closer to the center of the two.

The reason that this characteristic and matter of his sex gets such detail is because it’s a critical part of this Parmak’s identity. What I mean is this: I wrote this character to reflect a bit of myself. In the Cardassian records systems and medical systems etc he’s not considered male, he’s defined by this designation. But he considers himself male and refuses to be defined by the sum of his biology. As a trans male I wanted this part of him to be reflective of my own feelings and experience. (Yeah I know, confusing avatar- think of the Cyrelia J pseud like Conchita Wurst) This Parmak has spent his life with different expectations and prejudices being pushed on him because he refuses to call himself anything other than male. He’s rejected from his petition to study medicine before he gains a sponsor, he’s slandered and objectified by people he encounters, and he encounters a lot of pressure to conform. In spite of that he refuses to be anyone other than who he knows himself to be.

This Parmak is from Nokar. He was a physically “abnormal” child in that he is an albino (in the Cardassian sense), he has poor eyesight, and has kyphosis (a spine curvature which can be very minor to a pronounced hump- my cousin was born with this so that’s where the concept had originated from. Scoliosis, that thing they test for in schools is a spine curvature on the other axis). He’s terrified of his own reflection and has no desire to know what he looks like. He’s actually very attractive. His main drive and passion in life is medicine. When he was a teenager there was a plague of a mutated Yarim Fei which struck his village and everyone but him died. He spent months burying those who died while simultaneously trying to cure them with his own limited medical knowledge. He realized later he wasn’t infected because of his mutated genes. This really shaped his life because when he was able to devote himself to medicine he worked tirelessly for a vaccine on that and other diseases.

His passion and unique talent is in pharmacology and chemistry. This gets a bit “too perfect/sue-ish” but I like it so it’s not likely to change here. He’s like a magician/alchemist when it comes to his ability to mix up serums and drug compounds. It’s a highly coveted almost genius ability and one that Tain wants like oxygen. This Parmak was involved sexually with both Tain and Garak. He’s afraid of Garak’s eyes because of Tain’s induced illusion ability. He was soft spoken but fearless and was taught by his foster father Vakem Parmak that the Doctor’s role is to survive at all costs, be unbreakable, and so he was raised from his late teenage years to his mid 40s to withstand poisons and torture of an extreme form. It had only ended when Vakem Parmak died. Shortly after that he was recruited by Enabran Tain (albeit not exactly willingly). It made him arrogant in his abilities until Garak broke him. That combined with his experience in the work camp changed him.

In the present day, he’s kind but pragmatic. He’s aware of his own shortcomings but he still has a “survive at all costs” mentality due to his upbringing. The Parmak family credo which he lives and dies by is “one for a hundred” meaning for every life taken he must save a hundred. He’s unbending in this assessment. He still has his quirky sense of humor, he still refuses to look at himself in the mirror, and he doesn’t understand why people find him attractive as his own self-image is still poor. He has few hobbies because his life is work be it medicine, advocacy, raising a family, or self assigned “missions”. He enjoys reading and gardening but really has to be dragged into leisure because he doesn’t understand it. His life has taught him that life isn’t leisure only survival and work so he’s not very able to relax.

He’s a tireless advocate for the Northern Continents and northern rights and he has far less moral limits than I would imagine canon Parmak to have. He’s willing to kill to save but he works to heal the disenfranchised and protect those who need him most. He also has a warped pain tolerance because of his foster father’s training and enjoys being hurt- he doesn’t ask for it or seek it out, but he was conditioned to have that response when it occurs so that’s been used against him. I guess you could say he’s a bit of a broken Parmak.

Stories featuring C132 Parmak are: “If—“, “The Downward Spiral”, Invictus, and Inside a Dream” so far

If you like your Parmak closer to Julian ethically, more “light” than “dark”, and much less twisted then this isn’t the Parmak for you :)

On the opposite end we have:

C147 Parmak: This Parmak appears in all my humor/crack/lighthearted stories. His sex is irrelevant to the character unlike C132 Parmak though for reference he’s usually male in this iteration unless otherwise stated; so far in every story but “The Power of Three” he’s been cis male. This character borders on being a parody so I would encourage most to take this one with a grain of salt because he’s not meant to be a serious representation of Parmak. A lot of his traits come about because of silly late night conversations or “what if” jokes. The biggest example would be his cock obsession. For me this is more of a running gag because I imagine it to be so far off of real Parmak canon and behavior that it’s just silly. I find all sorts of stupid things amusing.

He had a happy childhood in the North, has living parents, and only moved South to study medicine for the adventure of it. He’s usually near lifelong friends with Garak (as this Parmak appears primarily in AUs) and occasionally it’s a friends with benefits arrangement. He appears as various types of doctors/healers but in the Extraverse he’s a yoga instructor as well. I’ll probably branch out his professions as I write more for him. He likes to wear his signature hair beads (silly fanon thing of mine) and often says outlandish things “unintentionally”.

He has a massive hoarding problem and he loves pop culture. You’ll find his space (car, house, office, etc) full of records, CDs, books, bumper stickers, old bottles, and anything he finds interesting. In some universes this includes a massive sex toy collection This Parmak loves taking pictures and loves music. He comes across as oblivious and spacey. Some of that’s genuine, some of it’s played up a bit because he likes seeing people smile and he likes spreading positivity. He loves yoga and tends to be super flexible and fit (sometimes in teasing contrast to the C147 Garak who’d rather lounge with a cocktail). This Parmak also loves television, Queen, and Columbo. He’s incredibly adventurous and has a devious little smirk. He’s a voyeur and a closet sadist (in a playful sense- he doesn’t enjoy actually hurting people).

He’s a bit of a bad driver, is into conspiracy theories in a big way, and is into alternative medicine and new age ideas. He’s more the “Hippie” part of “Hippie Lizard”. He absolutely loves sex and could be considered shameless but he’s proud of this and infinitely creative in that realm. I might even make him a sex therapist one of these days since I think he’d be good at it. As a side note, his companion C147 Garak is much the same. He loves games and stories and “cute” things though he seems rather unaware that he himself is one of those “cute things”. He likes to wear his sunglasses perched on his head while still wearing his glasses. Fun fact- his sunglasses aren’t prescription and he never actually wears them as sunglasses.

He’s a good listener, emphatic to the max and is comically strong while being pretty slim and unassuming. Sometimes he’ll also have the congenital stoop of C132 Parmak but not always. He dresses very free in the summer and bundles up like the kid in A Christmas Story in the winter. He has a strange obsession with tentacle porn and stopped consuming sugar sometime in the early 2000s. He’s pretty much everyone’s friend and can be outspoken and opinionated (especially on obscure things). He totally grows on people even if they don’t like him much at first and is always a brilliant doctor and ethically upright and kind character.

Sometimes he’ll appear in contemporary Cardassian fics/drabbles so some of the more Earth centric traits will be missing but everything else will pretty much hold true. The sex thing also holds for anyone in the C147 Parmak verse including Julian and Garak who are usually the 2 other constants. This too is actually kind of personal for me. It’s a lens through which I see the world. Maybe it’s because growing up I was like listening to Howard Stern since I was 7 and had a lot of exposure to that sort of thing. It’s difficult for me not to sexualize things and interactions and in my writing I tend to be super sex driven. Since my RL doesn’t even remotely reflect that activity I enjoy expressing it through fic even if the C147 Parmak and others get kind of caricature-ish.

Stories featuring C147 Parmak are: The Extraverse, Lizards Melt in your Mouth (epilogue 1 not 2), The power of Three, and the drabble Fine Print

So if you don’t like your Parmak to be an over the top extra dick magnet then steer clear of this Parmak :)

As a side note “A Gift for My Darling” has a mirror Parmak that’s a combo of both these Parmaks while being kind of completely insane.

Thank you everyone for taking the time to read, and I hope this enhances everyone’s experience with my stories. I’m always super appreciative of anyone reading and giving feedback. I’m kinda of like a sponge... but not the Seinfeld kind haha

I’ve been debating if people might prefer that I tag either version of this character for ease of filtering so any feedback on that either by reply or DM would be much appreciated!

#star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #my fics #Kelas Parmak #headcanons sorta #more like alternate versions #Parmak

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