#post canon cardassia

[cardassi-art]

Home, on Cardassia

This is my love letter to Elim Garak.

#art #original art #star trek #a stitch in time #asit #cardassians #elim garak #deep space nine #post canon cardassia

[ancovickacz]

Winter gift exchange!

Thank you @startrekwintergiftexchange for hosting this. I ended up making a gift for @lipstickonmylabcoat with the prompt being "Garak and Bashir on Cardassia Prime". I've recieved some really fun art from @britishbilliee and their brother (Thank you again, I love the art)!! Without further ado!

Rambling below!

I'll be the first to admit that the rendering is,, rough to say at least, but I'm still very happy I made this. It's definitely a result of a combination of 'ideas above artist's skill level', messy painting style and lack of patience lol. The two Cardassians on the left side were meant to be some students in uniform, but I didn't really give them justice here. I'm starting to enjoy drawing architecture, but rendering it is very difficult for me. Also this is meant to be like a good ten years after canon or really any amount of time, that would make it possible for the city to look like it does in the drawing again. Also also!! Sorry for the spam :)

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[master-of-the-game]

After a long shift in a Cardassian hospital Dr. Bashir is finally home.

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[timongerart]

Working Late

Garak needs his heated blanket husband to fall asleep.

(close ups under the cut)

and the sweet part with no words

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[gplusbfics]

Haven’t posted here forever and ever but…

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[silara]

oc of mine (:

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[ds9-polycule-tales]

3 - 2375

Elim looked up as Julian came through the doorway, the faint blue flash of the antiseptic field momentarily creating a sketch of his thin shape, stooped with exhaustion, as an afterimage on the back of the Cardassian’s retina.

“How is he?”

“He’ll live. And keep the leg, even, though that was touch and go a few times before I managed to modify the chemical composition of the antibiotic a little. If his grandmother had waited a few more hours before managing to sneak him out to us…”

Some of the sag of the doctor’s shoulders was relief as well as crushing fatigue, Elim realised. He held out his arms to Julian; drew him down into his lap and folded his arms around him. The younger man’s hands were rock-steady as ever, but his shoulders shook a little as he slowly relaxed against him.

“I still can’t believe his parents didn’t bring him to us sooner. I know sepsis can come on suddenly, but the original cut itself was deep enough. If we can’t get people to trust Federation doctors, even…”

“The medical profession on Cardassia may not…quite have always lived up to your particular ideals, my dear,” Elim replied, savage irony heavy in his voice despite its softness. “And given the Founders’ fondness for biochemical control of populations under their figurative thumb, I rather doubt that has changed for the better in the last two years.”

Julian’s body sagged a little more as he considered the implications. Elim tightened his arms around him, but resisted the sudden, still-surprising urge to say something to comfort him. The kindest thing I can do here is tell him the bald truth of the situation, he thought. Letting him discover it for himself – and potentially make costly mistakes in doing so – will hurt him more in the long run.

He could almost smile at the realisation that he, Elim Garak, was genuinely weighing his options for kindness, of all things; might have laughed, quietly, to himself, at the sheer absurdity of it. Except that Julian had never had to learn the many tricks of irony and distance that he, Elim, had carefully cultivated since he was younger than the boy whose blood still speckled the doctor’s uniform; Julian’s empathy and compassion was genuinely as raw and authentic as an open wound, and, somehow, that seemed to be bleeding back to Elim too.

“We can’t even supply shoes to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Julian said tightly into his shoulder; almost as much a raw vibration of pain and frustration in his flesh as sound. “We have adult footwear in Supplies, but they’d all be much too big for him, and the whole reason he cut his foot on the rubble in the first place was that he’s already grown out of his existing shoes. I’ve already checked; all the replicators we have are flat out keeping supplies coming to keep everyone fed and housed and the time to work out a replicator pattern for shoes that will be outgrown again in another two months would mean other children going hungry. It’s awful, and I can’t stop it being awful without making it more awful.”

Elim drew him closer; held him silently, and eventually lay down with him. A cot in an infirmary cupboard had its drawbacks, but Julian was only going to sleep at all within earshot of his patients, and it was worth it, every bit of it, to share those snatched moments with him.

*****

A couple of days later, as the boy’s grandmother came to bring him home, accompanied by a somewhat stiff younger couple who had probably looked very much younger six months ago, Elim slipped through to intercept Julian as he went to bring him out.

“One moment, please, my dear. Child – Arabrus, isn’t it?”

The boy turned large dark eyes in a too-thin face up to Elim. Children all had eyes like old women, these days. “Yes, sir.”

“Try this on, Arabrus. Just your good foot will be fine for now.”

He held out a shoe to the boy. It wasn’t his finest creation by a long shot, but he was strangely gratified that his guess had been close enough that it required surprisingly little adjustment. He had the child wiggle his toes and push his heel back against his hand just to make sure, but he was satisfied.

“When your toes start feeling pushed against the front, Arabrus, just unscrew this little bit here a little and loosen them until you have room to move them again, just like this. I think your grandmother will know what to do, but if you have any trouble, you can ask back here. My name is Mr Garak.”

After Julian had seen the family off with medication and instructions, he came back to Elim with the first smile in days splitting his face.

“However did you manage that?!”

“Oh, never ask me to explain all my tricks, my dear. You must allow me to keep a little mystery, after all.”

Elim smiled his most untrustworthy smile, spreading his hands wide. But as Julian embraced him, he looked over his shoulder. It was hidden in the ever-present clouds of dust, but he knew the direction of Mila’s small marker stone like he knew his own heartbeat.

She had been an incredibly thrifty woman, always managing to keep things running smoothly even when sudden dips in Tain’s political fortunes had meant he was unable to send resources for months or even years at a time. It had been more common in those early days than the pride of the Head of the Obsidian Order had later allowed any of them to remember.

But Mila would have been proud, he thought, that her old working-class mother’s trick for making shoes that always kept her unspoken son shod no matter how little money they had or how fast his feet grew was still keeping children safer now, even after the end of the world. She would have been prouder of that, he thought, than of any monument he could build for her.

#garak #elim garak #julian bashir #enabran tain #mila #cardassians #post canon cardassia #ds9 polycule tales #deep space nine #deep space 9 #ds9 au #polycule #garashir #cardassia

[garaks-mirrorverse]

A little wip with Garak's place on Cardassia, post-war

#gonna be thinking about how to make it a bit more alien #elim garak #post canon cardassia #star trek ds9 #my art

[writerobscura]

Barada Damar?!

Bitch, what?!

#star trek comics #idw star trek #cardassians #post canon cardassia #ben sisko #ds9

[meya-lily]

Does anyone have any headcannons or fic recs about the first time Garak meets Parmak on post-war Cardassia? Or maybe it's in ASIT and I just need to read it again...

What was that first conversation like?

#kelas parmak #garak #elim garak #parmak #garmak #star trek ds9 #ds9 #a stitch in time #post-war cardassia #post canon cardassia #cardassians #cardassia #how do they become friends

[wanderingwriter87]

wasteland, baby

"And look. Look !"

Garak looks. He's up to his elbows in a crate of antibiotic bandages, and it's hard to imagine what could possibly be more exciting than that. 

But Julian Bashir is telling him to look, so of course - he looks. 

"The good stuff," Julian says. He's smiling like anything, holding a bottle of pre-war kanar, the twin Cardassian sunrise glinting off the intricately decorated glass. 

"You hate kanar," Garak says, very sensibly, going back to his digging. 

"There's springwine for me," Julian stage-whispers. "What do you say - tonight, you and me?"

Garak says nothing, because if he opens his mouth he risks saying everything.

"Come on, Elim." Julian rounds the corner of the stack of crates and crowds into his space. "A whole year and you haven't gotten sick of me. I think that merits a celebration."

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[eco-lite]

[Text ID: “’What I chiefly wanted to say was that these are tragic times for my people. And it seems to me that the chief tragedy of our history is the demands we have made and the obligations we have placed upon generation after generation. I have come to believe that if Cardassia is ever to escape this prison of our history, it must begin to reciprocate these obligations and no longer require these sacrifices. Most of all, it must learn to let go.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘You say this case will be decided by law rather than by any appeal to your better natures. Perhaps what Cardassia needs to know at the moment is that she can still appeal to the better natures of her neighbors.’ He rested his hand lightly on Rugal’s shoulder, and then drew it back. ‘I hope you’ll let us let him go.’ ‘You didn’t have to do that,’ Rugal said to him after the committee left. ‘Do you think so?’ the ambassador replied. ‘I rather thought I did.’” End ID]

Garak isn’t even in most of The Never-Ending Sacrifice but look at this character growth!! So happy he’s finally in a place where he can say these words.

Thank you for an excellent story @unamccormack

#the never ending sacrifice #una mccormack #garak #elim garak #star trek books #post canon cardassia

[master-of-the-game]

*Nurses gossiping in the background* "There is one thing I still don't get... Why does the New Order always send a transport to pick them up in the end of their shift? They still don't trust Dr. Bashir? They are so tired and yet Order always wants them for some reason... Interrogations again? Is it fair?" "Oh dear... You have so much to learn about them and Garak in particular..." Fragments under the cut

Yes some vague references to Rockwell again :P

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[timongerart]

Lazy afternoons in Cardassia City

(reference below the cut for the curious!)

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[masterofthegameblog]

Sometimes I bake focaccias just for fun (good thing to do for relaxation btw). Since there is an option to draw something on top of them, I don't usually miss an opportunity... Just look at those tiny Cardassian cruisers flying towards station on the second one! OR If in Garak-Parmak-Bashir house after the Fire two doctors leave the kitchen while cooking something to eat, later they always find some Cardassian (or Order) symbols everywhere in the food. And Garak certainly has nothing to do with this. Absolutely.

#ds9 #star trek #cardassian #post canon cardassia #cardassia

[silara]

doodle of my OCS based on Two Women Embracing — Egon Schiele

#post canon cardassia #cardassians #cardassian oc #star trek oc