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After The Wire, when Odo says he's going to keep a closer eye on Garak, I like to think he bugs the tailor shop like he does Quark's bar. Two possibilities here:
Garak coincidentally places mannequins and item displays directly in front of them, and places his ambient shop music speakers in front of the audio devices rendering them all useless. Odo moves them. The process repeats.
Garak finds every bug, puts them in a box, places a bow on top, and leaves the box next to Odo's bucket in his quarters.
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vaguely-concerned · 2 days
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Silly Garashir ficlet, Teen and Up-ish, mostly banter! CW: copious amounts of blood but like. Purely in a comedy capacity (don’t worry none of it is Garak’s)
“Good god,” Julian breathed, unable to do anything but stare for a moment. 
“Oh, don’t worry, none of this is mine,” Garak said, dripping puddles of crimson onto the floor, calm blue eyes the only thing peeking out from the solid layer of blood covering his face and upper torso. “The gravest injury has been to my wardrobe, I assure you. As you might have gathered, I encountered our suspected evildoer as they sought to make their escape.”
“From the looks of things, I’d hazard it’s more accurate to say that they encountered you,” Julian said. He shook himself out of his momentary petrification and raised the medical tricorder to make sure Garak’s reports of being unharmed hadn’t been greatly exaggerated, as would sometimes be the case with him. 
“However you would prefer to frame it,” Garak said, dipping his chin modestly and blinking globs of blood from his eyelashes. “I’m sorry to say I couldn’t ascertain many details about them, neither in terms of species or other identifying details. They were masked and coming at me with a knife at the time, which in the moment tends to blot out other considerations in one’s mind.”
Despite himself, Julian grinned at the performative airiness of Garak’s tone. He did seem to be basically fine. “I think that’s understandable under the circumstances, Garak. Odo’s probably going to track them down pretty quick, if they’re leaving a trail of blood across the station. Do you, er… want a handkerchief or something?” 
“It’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job in this case.”  
“No,” Julian had to admit, “no, you’re — probably right. I’ll let you go for a thorough sonic and peace and quiet once I’m done with this. I’m sure Odo will want a word with you later, though.”
Garak parted his lips to say something, and grimaced. “Ugh. Well, if it’s any help in figuring out the identity of our culprit, that’s definitely the taste of Napean blood. As you mentioned there will of course also likely be other clues, like them bleeding profusely as they sprint across the Promenade, but I always strive to be helpful wherever I can.” 
“Garak!” Julian yelped, shooting him an alarmed look and continuing his inspection of the tricorder readings with renewed worry. 
“Hm? Yes? You can run whatever tests you want on it to be sure, of course, but I am quite certain in my conclusion. There is a… distinctive tang to —”
“That’s so medically unsafe, you can’t go around ingesting —” 
“Well, I hardly meant to ingest anything, Doctor, but it did end up all over my person in a way that makes it hard to entirely avoid,” Garak snapped, though he tolerated Julian going in for a second, even more thorough examination without complaint. “Maybe if this person hadn’t so rudely insisted on venting the contents of their arteries straight into my face during our tussle — ”
“Yes, yes, I understand, sorry, I wasn’t suggesting you did it on purpose or anything, but it does mean I really do need to monitor you for any allergic reactions or bloodborne… wait, wait, hang on, how do you even know what Napean blood — ”
Smiling in a way that aimed for beatific and missed it by way of too many bared teeth, in a manner that would probably be quite unsettling if Julian wasn’t so used to (so fond of, whispered a treacherous little voice in the back of his head) Garak’s face, Garak dabbed daintily at the worst of the blood dripping off his nose with his sleeve and said: “Do you really want to know, or is this your outsized curiosity running ahead of your better judgment again?”
“I’m going to be wondering about it all night, but no, I don’t think I want to know, actually. If I come back in a week and still can’t put it out of my mind, feel free to tell me, though. Or use that time to come up with a good story, I don’t mind.”
“Never any but the best for you, my friend,” Garak said fondly. 
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vaguely-concerned · 2 days
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I love it when odo drops a line he's clearly taken wholesale from one of his hardboiled detective novels fjdksah. 'you'll find I'm a man who... collects on his debts' yeah okay you embarrassing beige nerd
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lil sketchbook joolian for the soul
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this was really quickly done so not the best quality, but I was relistening to the audiobook and just HAD to draw this scene 👁
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I'm watching ds9 and I'm so sorry people who are obsessed with secondary/supporting characters. I get it now I understand your pain I am one of you. every episode I'm like man I hope I see my guy garak this time. I miss my guy garak. and almost every time there is no fucking garak. just watched the ep shadowplay and when bashir MENTIONED garak I leaped into the air and clapped my hands and cheered. crazy behavior. good show though. I am enjoying it
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Besties 👏💕
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that higher breathy airy register cardassian voices tend to slip into to tell you that you're about to be in for A Soliloquy and nothing but an act of god could save you from it is something that can actually be so personal (that is so personal to me)
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sisko’s pajamas are so cute
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This has always been a big source of mystery for me when reading A Stitch In Time and there’s tons of contradictory information. In some parts, Garak describes himself as a grown man, in other parts he’s described as a kid. Some students in his group have not gone through the brunt of puberty yet (developing their ridges) which implies a younger age, and Garak is old enough to have developed a semblance of sexual interest, but he also does come off as naive regarding that topic in some ways (that comment about not understanding what his teacher meant by female students being a distraction didn’t read as a joke to me, though maybe you interpreted it differently) I’m just curious what age range everyone was envisioning when reading this book.
Reblog for a bigger sample size and maybe tell me why you picked your answer in the notes or replies. Thank you :-)
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sons of mogh ends with a severe sudden onset julian bashir character assassination but in such a bald-faced WILD out of the blue 'now we don't have the time to unpack all of that -- '/well that escalated quickly way that I can't help but cackle and go 'sure I'll take it let's go with that I guess he just did that why not'. mischaracterization so blatant and absurd that it loops right back around from insulting to genuinely hilarious fsdkah
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Concept: After the one two punch of Tain’s death scene and the official augment reveal, Garak and Julian Do Not talk about it directly for a long long time, but Julian does pointedly assign Frankenstein for their homoerotic book club lunch after Dr. Bashir I Presume. Garak is…Untroubled. 
(“Monstrous fathers create monstrous sons all the time without ever resorting to anything so dramatic or crude as lightning rods and graverobbing, my dear Doctor. Why, in some families it’s practically a tradition. A family trade, honed to perfection over the span of generations.”
“Yeah?” 
“Could anything but such an iterative process explain the existence of Skrain Dukat, do you think?”
“Hah! You know what, you may have a point.”) 
It’s about. The mutual ‘We may both have been made into different kinds of monsters at the hands of our fathers and yeah I guess that kind of sucks. But at least at the end of the day neither of us is Gul Dukat’ emotional security of it all
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pathetic little man (affectionate)
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Augustine the First was the closest thing you had ever experienced to human plex.
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the saint of patience + worms
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tears of the prophets 👁⚪️ (prints) here's a little wind-down paint from this week!!!
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