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Poor Weyoun [inspo X]

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[retromica]

        ☆ @aftrwhyr​​ LIKED FOR A [ STARTER ]

    ❝ THIS -- SURVEILLANCE, really, I don’t think it’s necessary -- ❞

    THE PLEA falls on deaf ears -- indifference is chiseled in every hardened line of the Bajoran security officer’s stoic visage, and no amount of wheedling erodes its stony facade.  So Weyoun concedes; a gracious bow of the head, a breathy little laugh, and he nods: ❝ yes.  Of course.  Oh, believe me, I wouldn’t turn my back on myself, ❞ he quips, and clears his throat, hands primly behind his back as he addresses the Vorta behind the forcefield, trying to ignore his less than friendly escort.

    THESE FEDERATION prisons are spacious, generously well-lit and kindly furnished with a bed.  The Dominion would never be so charitable.  ❝ I ... felt it ... prudent, ❞ he struggles, fumbling for the eloquence he typically possesses in droves, ❝ that I ought to see you.  At least, before you’re removed for your trial.  After all, we are both the only Vorta here, both -- defects, ❞ he continues in that droning tenor, a crooked smile slashed across his cocked head.  ❝ Defective, defectors.  Either or.  My, I think I’ve made -- a -- play-on-words ! ❞

#aftrwhyr #v ; width of a circle #q #??? IM A BAD WEYOUN I CANT GET HIM SOUNDING DERANGED ENOUGH #this is for keevan btw #c ; weyoun6

[shranstan]

The dayoun fandom within a fandom is tiny so I might as well share my dayoun lovechild oc. Their name is Tilan Damar, they’re obviously half-cardassian, half-vorta. I created this image last month bc I needed a constant visage to use in my daydreams. 

A little background: I think the Vorta Do Not Understand What A Gender Is. Their bodies were designed by the founders anyways. So Weyoun vibes with male pronouns and terms because that’s what everyone assumes about his body but he doesn’t actually know how or why people refer to him like that. 

Tilan on the other hand does perceive the concept of gender and is conciously agender. They use they/them.

They look a little fucked up (their hair is supposed to be like gross greasy-and-spiky looking not in an emo way, in a “this is a sewer rat” kinda way; their tail is covered in hair clumps coming from between the scales; one of their eyes is basically half-reptilian half-mammalian) because they were genetically engineered by someone who didn’t care much about mixing w’s and d’s genes smoothly.

In my timeline definitelly not based on several dayoun fics I’ve read and stolen my favourite elements from is that w6 and damar sr defect to ds9 and get federation asylum in exchange for military tactics or whatever, I’m not a politician. So Tilan has Federation citizenship and later goes to the Academy.

#one day i'm gonna draw tilan with some effort and like write something for ao3 but that day is not today #today is for self-indulgent daydreaming #dayoun #kid oc #ds9 #tilan damar

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Dayoun Drabble: “The Gift”

After my long fic I was thinking about how the Founder would view this relationship, and I felt inspired to write a drabble about it: 

The Gift

Weyoun, sitting by the Founder’s side, smiled when Damar entered the command center right on schedule. His punctuality proved he was sober, and he did not have any kanar at hand. Weyoun could respect the healthy amount of fear he displayed—Damar always did have the proper respect for the Founder, unlike Dukat, who deemed it appropriate to argue with her. 

“You wanted to see me, Founder?” Damar’s eyes darted back-and-forth. 

“Yes, have a seat.” The Founder leaned back in her chair. “We must discuss the relationship between you and Weyoun.” 

Damar started as soon as he sat, and Weyoun directed a serene smile at him to help calm him down. 

“I understand that this—” The Founder opened her hands, as if miming a blooming flower. “—dynamic between the two of you has led to increased efficiency, which I can appreciate.” 

Damar nodded slowly, suspiciously, and something in Weyoun ached to know praise was foreign to him. Hopefully, this reward and many others to come would ameliorate the issue. 

“How would you feel,” the Founder said, “about having Weyoun given to you as a diplomatic present?” 

“Um, w-what?” Damar stammered endearingly, the way he often did in private moments with Weyoun. “I’m… afraid I don’t follow.” 

The Founder fixed Weyoun with a sharp look. “Weyoun, explain it to him.” 

“Of course.” He intertwined his fingers in front of his chest, pressing his hands to his body in anticipation. “For centuries, Vorta have been presented to alien dignitaries as gifts. I understand that you have your reservations about remarrying, so this seems a safer option than an arranged marriage.” He could feel a heat rising in his cheeks. “I can’t overstate what a momentous occasion this is, Damar! Due to my high clearance level and the necessity of my walking in the Founder’s inner circle at all times, no Weyoun has ever been made a gift before.”

Yet Damar was not behaving like a good servant receiving a reward. Instead, he was frozen in place like a prisoner awaiting an interrogation, his ridges tensed and his jaw locked up tight. 

The Founder heaved a sigh, her eyes rolling as if she longed to regenerate. “You already seek his presence whenever you’re able. This would merely make the process official and more convenient for you.” She leaned forward slightly, out of her impeccable posture. “This gift is to honor your loyal service, Legate.” 

Weyoun heard Damar swallow nothing, then inhale deeply. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to have to refuse the offer, Founder. Uh, you see… I think our productivity is thanks to Weyoun’s willingness to speak his mind around me. If I was in some sort of position of power over him, well. Maybe we wouldn’t have as efficient a working relationship. I’m sure you understand.” Damar rubbed at his scales, a tic Weyoun had noticed early on in their friendship. 

After being thoroughly rebuffed, Weyoun assumed the proper reaction was one of dejection. He made his eyes big and had them sparkle with unshed tears while bidding his mouth to quiver. 

The Founder glared at his show of sorrow. “Weyoun, enough. All of us know you aren’t sad to hear him reject the offer.” 

“Ah… then I suppose I’m not, Founder,” he said, and ended the charade. But what was he feeling, if not sadness? He found he had no idea. 

“Damar, you’re dismissed.” The Founder stood up.

Before Damar left, he hesitated at the door and gave Weyoun a look that seemed imbued with concern, but Weyoun had no idea why. Not wanting Damar to irritate the Founder with his continued presence, Weyoun nodded at him, hoping that would assuage whatever fears he had. Damar’s expression did not change, but he did exit. Immediately, Weyoun missed him, but the longing morphed into frustration—if Damar had taken him as a gift, Weyoun would have been at his beck and call, and he would not have to miss him. What arrogance. 

The Founder hung her head, her silhouette framed by the window, her visage surrounded by stars as befit a god. “Solids… they can’t even accept a reward properly. How repulsive. The Cardassians’ love of order has been ridiculously overstated.” 

Day after day, the Founder would make disparaging, justified remarks about solids, and Weyoun would nod and insult them in the Founders’ name along with her, feeling no pain despite being a flawed and incomplete solid himself. However, knowing that Damar was a solid caused these insults to carry an additional sting, a sting that brought guilt with it that spread through Weyoun as no poison ever could. He stood and approached the Founder, grinning all the while. “Perhaps there are benefits to this, Founder. After all, it might be difficult for me to tend to you if I were also to report to Damar. His humble reasons for his refusal were rational, I assure you!” He forced out a chuckle. “Not to mention how envious Dukat might have become if—”

The Founder’s head swiveled all the way around to face him. “That isn’t why he refused, Weyoun!” she snapped. “And you are dismissed as well.” Weyoun blinked. He bowed to her before walking away, mind racing with innumerable questions. At least he had a new topic to argue fiercely about with Damar for many days to come.

#Dayoun #Weyoun #Damar #female changeling #star trek: deep space 9 #IcyKali's Writing

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The newest clones are developing as expected

(I can't not see it. Bush babies remind me so much of what type of forest dwellers vorta originated from. They even have ridges in their ears)

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I'm also more than a little fond of this little dude. I'm open to discussion with regards to prompts and possible RP [with the ninth incarnation who is DS9 novel based where Odo is encouraging him to think more for himself and become less of a pawn to the founders.]

Feel free to send in asks, tag me in posts or even ask for my disco, id love to hear others' thoughts on DS9, Star Trek and of course Weyoun, the Vorta and the Dominion!

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