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ladyyatexel · 8 months

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BONJOUR!!!!

🥳🦋😎 if you please <3

BONFUCKINGJOUR MY ELLY ☆¤•°°~

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

A friend made me! I had an idea I was really enamored with when I started college and I drew it all the time. A friend asked me when I was going to write it. I told friend I don't write like this, it is too embarrassing. She asked if I would do it just for her.

I was so absolutely mortified by what I was doing that my first page of writing in a notebook was blacked out in most places with a marker as though the FBI thought it would shatter capitalism if anyone saw it.

My friend later told me that what I made was too good to do nothing with and she would put the word document online if I didn't. And so I was blackmailed into posting it and now it's the JTHM AU that has its own mini fandom with cosplay and everything.

I have forgiven friend :p

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

This feels really difficult and like I might have to split it up by fandom?

JtHM - SWAN-verse Nny. He's a smart charming asshole, he's a delight. (But also Tenna.)

DD9 - Probably Julian, who is navigating a sudden orientation being dropped in his lap that he needs to slowly dissect. He tries very hard and he's a huge dork but he's very smart and it makes him a lovely brain to be in.

B5 - lol g'kar. He takes nothing seriously, except when he suddenly does and it is profound poetry. He's so fun.

Yugioh - Malik and Ryou. Malik frantically flipping through all of his mental Rolodex looking for the right conversation card to use in a situation and Ryou does not have anything like that and they are both trying to be sincere and gentle people who other people are afraid to see Angry. Malik may be a little more fun because he's going through more machinery to get out what he says and does. Ryou is floating through life, there's smarts and observations, but the mechanisms that are Machinery inside of Malik are organic in Ryou.

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

THIS IS A JUICY ONE ISN'T IT? I am a captive tiger on enrichment day and the giant jack o lantern is full of ENTRAILS.

So, my most successful things turned out to be AUs. I don't read AUs. Don't know what that means.

In general, what I want to read is a post canon continuation of sewing feelings and plot threads back together. I love keeping canon as it is for the justified sanctioned foundation it gives me to frame what I want in.

I often can't be bothered with story establishing relationshipd in the middle of the canon because then in me it inspires thoughts of why they did not behave as they would have considering their feelings for B Guy! I need the Canon to be over so that new Canon doesn't get the chance to hit me in the back of the head with a piece of lead pipe.

As soon as old things begin making new canon material I'm like "Aaaaahhhh No you might damage my baseline!" Luckily, additional Canon, like comics or books, is more easily ignored than more of a show, if that's what your source material was.

My AU things mostly come up when the show finished and i need to fix the way we ended. And then it becomes wildly made up.

My Babylon 5 stuff is in a super vague grey area.

Deep Dish Nine is full pizxa shop AU.

reSWAN is both a high school AU AND a canon timeline extending AU. which is also a musical where everyone is gay.

Strange Shapes is normal post canon nothing in canon avoided or ignored.

Same with painkiller, not that those folks are reading this or anything.

#fanfic meme

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genderxfluidxnerd · 3 years

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I’ve been making DD9 AU Sims on The Sims 4

#deep dish 9 #dd9 au #star trek #Star Trek Deep Space 9 #star trek ds9 #sims 4 #julian bashir #tora ziyal #the dax sisters #jadzia dax #ezri dax #my sims

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vortaesthetic · 6 years

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There's a room in the back, a small one with a creaky murphy bed and a small western window covered in tinfoil. Odo had showed Six the bedding he kept in the empty closet for guests. The sheets may have be a little musty, but they were clean. Six could hear the sound of a television from Odo's room down the hall; it sounded like a rerun of TJ Hooker. He could hear the sloshing of the washing machine next door, the trickle of the brewing pot of coffee in the kitchen, the tick tick tick of the clock on the wall behind him.

Standing there, curling his toes into the worn brown carpeting, Six realizes that he hasn't been in a home in a very long time. Weyoun's house didn't count; his father was a judgmental asshole and so were all of his brothers. Kilana was hardly his mother, not in any way that counted. He'd only felt like a visitor in their home for as long as he could remember. Out of place.

Odo came back into the room then, handing Six a towel and a bar of soap. He probably couldn't know how grateful Six was to have him in his life just then. Odo had opened his life to him, watched out for him when the weather turned bad, and always came around when he was low. He brought him things to eat when times were lean, brought him coats when the winter came calling. He relished every box of chicken nuggets and dollar burgers he got from Odo, the empty calories made all the more delicious because someone cared enough to get it for him. Now, he was a guest in his home.

He had a hundred things he wanted to say to Odo, but he didn't know how.

"What's wrong? You're staring at me," Odo grumbled. "Are you going to take your shower or not?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you," Six said with a nod, running down the hallway and twisting the knobs on the shower wall. As he waited for the water spray to heat, he found himself fantasizing about growing roots. About twining himself so deeply in the foundation of this house--and into the life of Odo-- that he could never be cut out.

#weyoun #weyoun 6 #dd9 au #odo #wild!tj hooker reference bc of william shatner p. much #don't look too far into it

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deepspacefeels · 7 years

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deep dish nine idea: Julian and Garak on a date to one of those escape rooms

#ds9 au #dd9 #deep space nine #garashir #elim garak #julian bashir

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o0anapher0o · 3 years

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WIP ask meme

Thanks @sapphosewrites for tagging me :-)

Rules: Post the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you like.

Since I’m probably one of the last people actually reading this I won’t tag anyone this time.

I have probably a hundred WIPs so I’ll limit myself to the ones that I have actually touched in the last two years and those that I have some vague hope of finishing one day:

stucky school

TAG feat. ML

return to DS9

DS9 sh prompt

Ferengi politics

Part 3 your most fragile gesture

DS9 Achirmedes

DD9 Alexander & the Jay-No gang

DD9 Enigma Tale

DD9 RPG night

MFMM cavalcade of mysteries AU

ia MFMM & AC the new Baron

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jvlianbashir · 4 years

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I recently found out about the existence of Deep Dish 9 (that one pizza place AU where everyone is human) and I'd like to add to this train: DD9 Bashir visits a daycare and he's late so Jadzia goes to figure out where tf he is and just finds crowds of children around him. Bonus points for it being one of those low-income places and Bashir is fixing the toys. Jadzia took pictures and showed them to the rest of the staff.

awwwww i love that!!!! one of my personal julian headcanons is that he THINKS he’s bad with kids/awkward around them - and maybe he IS a little bit awkward - but kids really, really like him. they think he’s funny and nice and also he’s really tall and gangly which makes him v fun to climb on.

#replies #doctor-yoshi-soul #doctor's log

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zapiarty · 7 years

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How would you DD9-ify Milaverse?

Ooohh, I have been thinking about this, and it’s a bit complicated. First off, Julian is not only a bit younger, but also in school and living on a college-student’s wages so things aren’t going to be as easy as DS9 Julian has it. In DD9, Mila is living in a foster home under her birth name of Teyma. At the willful age of six she’s decided to run away from that life, and ends up literally running into Julian while he’s on his way home from a late lecture. Julian naturally, tries to take her home. This does not go well, and in the end she crashes in his apartment. She refuses to tell Julian where she’s from, and though her complexion is very Cardassian her hair is a warmer earthy tone than Julian has seen on Cardassians.

In over his head, Julian seeks help. He asks Odo about any missing persons, and eventually draws up the courage to ask for help from Garak. Odo gets attached with the girl rather quickly, though he can’t do much to help as she’s not been reported missing, and she won’t tell anyone where she’s from. When Teyma meets Garak, she’s a bit wary, but as he’s not trying to take her back to where she ran from she warms up to him. This is when Julian finds out that the girl is very likely half Bajoran half Cardassian. Teyma confirms this when she overhears them talking, as it’s one of the reasons she ran away and please don’t make her go back. When Julian looks up what the name “Teyma” means in Bajoran...he decides to find an alternative solution.

At work, everyone notices him starting to ask questions about young kids and custody and the like, and pretty much chalk it up to him doing a paper of some sort as he’s studying pediatrics at the moment. Sisko gets the most questions, though even he doesn’t figure out why the sudden inquiries until much later.

Having completely stopped using Teyma, Julian and Garak help her find a different name. She ends up going by Mila Bashir long before it’s legally her name.

However, turns out a young twenty-something college student who works at a pizza parlor and lives in a one bedroom apartment isn’t exactly the best prospect for adoption. But a young twenty-something going to college and working a paying job while living with someone who has a much more stable job in a two bedroom apartment? A little more acceptable. At least Julian thinks so when he presents the idea to a very stunned Garak.

Next thing, they’re living together with a daughter. Talk about non-linear. This hits Julian rather abruptly that it feels nice and right...and freaks him out. Garak has been freaking out the entire time and just waiting for the moment for Julian to figure it out and leave. Thankfully, Julian has a quiet freak out over drinks with Miles, but taking care of Mila overrides it and he decides to just accept it. Maybe a little more than just accept...gotta make the story look true, right?

There’s a lot of gaps here, but this is the best I have at the moment.

#mila verse #ds9 #garashir #dd9 #deep dish nine #aus of aus #that's how you know you've gone deep #my writing #Anonymous

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reflectedeve · 7 years

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After that last DD9 comic, naturally I had to draw something to cheer myself up, yeah? (I ... think we'll be back to your regularly scheduled aliens after this, though. Probably.)

Inspired, of course, by @ladyyatexel's AU Garak and Bashir, her versions of ~significant (human!)Cardassian hand-holding, and also rather directly by the first chapter of @tinsnip‘s can't steal happiness (although I moved the interaction to Deep Dish Nine, mostly because I felt the need to put Julian in his uniform).

#I may have reread that chapter at least four times before I finally had to draw this #the significant hand holding does things to me #deep dish nine #dd9 #alternate universe #star trek fanart #star trek: ds9 #fancomic #human au #julian bashir #elim garak #garak x bashir #my fanart

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crowtoed · 4 years

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Read a few of the absolutely precious Deep Dish Nine AUs and now I can’t stop picturing DD9 Garak as a pseudo-long haired younger Conleth Hill who dresses like tv Hannibal Lecter.

#He is VERY swishy #DS9 #Deep Dish 9 #Elim Garak #Star Trek

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kittyknowsthings · 5 years

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Inventory of Fanfiction Projects I have publically committed to

- the humongous Soap-Opera style Penulmitative Part of the my DD9-Series “Complementing Baggage” which I’m starting to think I may have to break down into several parts instead because I get the urge to hyperventilate thinking about it’s scope by now - and I would love to blame @tinsnip, but I was ONLY GOING FOR A NOVELLA-LENGTH STORY HERE. And then steerpike came around and made suggestions and suddenly ALL THE CHARACTERS SHOWED UP. Even K’Ehleyr. YOU DON’T EVEN GO HERE, K’Ehleyr, except now of course you do.

- the Poly endings to @amarguerite‘s Ever-Fixed Mark series. It was supposed to be just one. JUST ONE. And then suddenly my brain decided I had to do ALL OF THEM.

- the Epic ATLA AU where Aang died with the Airbenders and Zuko is the Avatar

Have you noticed the “publically” part?

Yes, because I am a complete dumbass, I not only have detailed notes on all of these, that is just a FRACTION OF THE STORIES I HAVE PLANNED.

There must be a term for this complete conviction that I will totally write those stories when right now I can’t even finish a bloody short story.

Like.

I’m German I should be able to come up with a compound word for this shit.

Schreibprojektplanungsgrößenwahn - megalomania as it pertains to the planning of writing projects.

That’s it.

#Kittywritesthings #Schreibprojektplanungsgrößenwahn

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ladyyatexel · 2 years

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Deep Dish Nine Offering: Threads

Continuing in my offerings of ~secret~ old fandom works as my dues for being helped by so many of you.

I hardly remember making this. The file tells me it was 2014-ish. I read it with nearly zero recognition. But I do know the scenario.

@tinsnip and I got so carried away with this, and I imagine she is the only one who has seen it. We envisioned a future of long distance engagement in which one of them returns home and the other completes some residential doctor business in a cold remote place.

It's small, like little bits of stuff in someone's pocket. But I think it's ono of the most finished things I have up for tribute and I think you'll like it if you were big invested in the Deep Dish Nine situation.

DD9 Offering 2: Threads

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Julian is not in Cardassia, but he might as well be.

Elim doesn't notice at first. Of course he notices Julian's absence. Of course he keenly feels that he'd rather Julian be there with him than away in some icy mountain. But he has lived on his own, functioned alone, and very nearly thrived alone since he was a child. He can be without Julian if he has to be.

A trip to the market, beautifully mundane, brings bright, warm contentment. It's all sunshine, gentle bustling crowds and open spaces. Few things feel more like a life being lived than spending the morning in the thick of this. The fruits and breads and meat and flowers – and the scents for every one – all familiar. When he's nearly filled his bag with what he'll need for the week, he glances at the mangoes. They're hilarious expensive, mockingly so! Even someone with no idea what mangoes should cost would laugh at the notion of trading what's written on the homemade sign.

Elim takes a picture for Julian, posing with a single mango and an exaggerated frown.

He takes the stairs, strolling down a gently sloped hill to his transport home. He's alone no matter how many people he passes, no matter how many commuters fit in the transport back to his apartment. There is nothing but Elim, his bag, and his thoughts. He's planned a soup, though this may all work well as a salad, and then he'll do some light cleaning, finish a few little projects and read for the rest of the day. The bliss of imagining is not unlike the bliss of doing.

Until the little street car stops, putting a halt to Elim's dreaming as well as his trip home. There's a small commotion and people crowd him to get a look through the windows, arching over his shoulders, pressing in on his ribs. He flinches and he breathes and he pulls out his phone and he is going to be fine. Someone outside swears, the streetcar's little bell rings, and they being to pull forward. Beyond the windows, the police, mounted on horses, escort a man in a clown suit away from the tracks. Elim laughs, though he knows it will be only just audible on the video that he sends to Julian.

As he navigates the path to his home, there is someone just behind him. Matching his pace, she smiles when he glances back at her. She's nearly the same age as Elim, also has a small bag of produce, and her bag looks just as handmade. She says she's seen him before, says that it's so interesting that they went to the same market.

This is not particularly interesting at all, but Elim indulges her and slows his pace to let her walk with him. Isn't it lovely there? Why yes it is. Aren't these the finest -fruits- you've ever tasted? They certainly are. Do you live in the East Apartments? I do.

And of course she does too. Would Elim like to make some soup with her, or come over for tea this evening? She's charming, and she'll make a fine shopping partner, if not an actual friend, but he gently informs her that he cannot come tonight because he has a date with his fiance.

Some other time, then. Yes, that'd be lovely.

Someone has vandalized the road sign just outside the gate to his apartment. It's crude and not his sort of humor in the slightest, but it's a clever linguistic pun. He snaps a photo, and files it away in a small folder of things that language textbooks do not teach. Julian doesn't have time to learn more now, but perhaps next time they are together, he'll enjoy figuring these out...

He switches all his bags to one hand to wrestle his key into the door, and when it honks and skids and finally gives way, he nudges it with his foot. One hand is full of groceries and the other twists in his mailbox. It's another roll of advertisements and bills today, but there is one heavily stamped envelope covered in Federation customs stickers three times over that is more exciting than puns, or an evening of tea, or silly videos or even reasonably priced mangoes.

The bills end up the in the refrigerator right along with his produce.

This envelope is a rare treat in that it contains more than a letter. There's a bag of candy, postcards, a few very beautiful blue stones, and a small vial that could either contain blood or ink. Julian's handwriting is charmingly erratic, as though he caught it devolving every few sentences and corrected himself. It will be a few hours until he'll see Julian on the webcam, and this tiny piece of him is warmly welcomed. There is nothing in all of Cardassia as lovely as the shape of 'Hello, Elim' in Julian Bashir's hand.

Hello Elim~

We've only just stopped talking as I'm writing this. I guess I didn't feel like stopping and I can miss you just as much right after talking to you as I can after a week of not getting to.

I thought it was about time I send you all these things. I'm sorry they all took so long. I wonder if you even remember me mentioning them.

First is the postcards showing bits of Andor that are not completelybleak. In case you want to visit me. :)

Next are the little candies I promised. These are everywhere here, like I said before, and I still can't pronounce what they're made of. We pass these out to every kid who leaves the hospital. I'll send more if you like them.

The little vial is ink, sorry. I had it all sealed up and then I remembered it was red and I work in a hospital and it hit me that you might be alarmed. Customs is probably also happy to read this, because it's not legal at all to mail blood. I got it from the weekend market here, and I thought of you when I saw it. There's a tiny bit of gold in it when you write with it, it's very elegant. It's some kind of local insects and berries. So I guess it's insect blood. Sorry, Customs. (I hope it's still in the package when you read this!)

The stones are the weird gift I talked about. I got them from a woman at the market. I was just shopping around with a coworker and she called me over. She asked me what I was looking for and I told her I wasn't looking for anything. She said I was a liar and that everyone is looking for something. I tried to explain that since I was in a market, I didn't know she was talking about metaphors and thought she was trying to sell me something. And then she laughed at me. You would have liked her, I think.

But after that, she told me an Andorian folk tale about a poor girl and a boy who loved each other so much that they magically turned ice to stone and used it to make a castle and wealth and even little ice stone children. And they said that when they died, everyone should have a piece of what they had, so they took the castle down, and all the little pieces of stone were given to the people of their village, and none of them were ever lonely or unhappy ever again. She told it much better. But then she showed me these, and said they're used in Andorian weddings, and if I wanted to get married and have it be successful, I would have to have some. She gave them to me for free when I mentioned you.

I trust you to hold onto them more than I trust myself. Keep them somewhere nice? :)

I'm sorry these all took so long.

I miss you terribly, and it's only been an hour since we talked.

I feel like if I just keep writing, it's like we're still talking. (Sometimes I read half of the letters you send right when I get them and then read the other half after work so it lasts longer.)

I love you and I hope we get to talk soon.

~Julian

The little stones are tucked into a tiny box beside his bed. The box was designed to hold pills.

The ink is a lovely touch for the notes to be mailed with his latest adjustments. It looks very elegant indeed as it forms his name on the plate on the inside cover of his newest books. It will, no doubt, be perfect for writing a letter.

He pins the postcards to the cork board in his kitchen next to a birthday card, and a silly drawing on a napkin.

The candy is unexpectedly subtle. It's soft and tastes of fresh herbs and something resembling a crisp apple. He puts the bag next to his laptop, turns everything on, and waits.

Julian is not in Cardassia, but everything Elim sees, he sees with both of them in mind. Every experience is a video, every bit of beauty or joy is a photo. He's certainly never cheated, and never before has someone Elim is physically close to caused him to miss connecting to the person he's closest to in every way but the physical. Julian runs like a thread through every moment, everything has a stitch of his color.

His laptop glows to life, the camera connects on the other side, and for the next few hours, Julian will be as close as he can be without being physically there.

“Hello, Elim.”

#deep dish nine #dd9 #deep space nine au #fanfic #lady's offerings to the donation deities

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oblio-k · 5 years

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tagged by @imaginationdrift !!

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. (I will be doing all the ones in my google docs)

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

oh boy this is going under a cut because im one of those people who starts a new fic every other day, where i write half of it in one sitting and then dont touch it for weeks. (also known as: Oh God, Oblio, how many fucking stories are you working on?)

uhhh i’ll tag @distant-voices @silverelfmage and @kaelio u guys can do this if you want to lmao

ORIGINALS:

100-day prompts

Don’t be Cruel, Don’t be Kind

TIMELESS

Story w the 5 siblings

STAR TREK:

Whumptober #9

Frog (sequel to Sand Dollar)

Speculations

babysitter miles translator Off

Linaan fic

soulmate AU with molly and tee

Leos

another toran

im a ripoff heres a daemon au w dad garak

odo meets little ziyal

Another Enotek and Jayson - DD9 au

quin bday thing

little chef joey

another PJ thing

yet another sequel,,, Amusement Park

sequel to indiscretion ft. Baby

the one with Krella (18) and Ethra (8)

ziyal and kyle hang out in the dukat manor

quin and friends 2

minister

hhhhhhh another tora and kyle au

naprem ds9 kyle au

springwine chat fic

betazoid hybrid

trapped in the holosuite is overdone but dearly loved

dragon,,with Enotek and Jayson

Garak’s teen daughter wishes for death and a gf

sick little cardassian kiddo with his betazoid guardian

Nesting Fic

‘hey im not giving you your kid back’ fic

eggs and disko i suppose

Joseph sisko adopts ziyal

quin n friends 1

quodo family counseling

garak teaches his kids to

an afterlife version for dukat

Joey fic w Satal and Molly

older dutain kid fic

odo fic w teddy

USS Nobility

Afterlife drabbles

#ask meme

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