Enabran Tain: […] I want him to live a long, miserable life. I want him to grow old on that station, surrounded by people who hate him, knowing that he’ll never come home again.
Dr. Julian Bashir:What a lovely sentiment.
Enabran Tain: And it’s from the heart, I assure you.
Well, this was definitely worth staying up for the past like, hour to do.
@progambientpostthrashneofolkcore and I have been talking about making this stupid fucking joke for like a month and I just had to do it tonight for some reason instead of going to bed on time.
I started cutting up my star trek magazines and decoupaging boxes first! here’s the one that’s got garak/bashir stuff on the lid and side of it. of course it has glitter.
I thought y’all might get a kick out of it lol
also you can totally pay for me to make you one, send me an etsy message (link to my etsy) or email me at silas_julian@yahoo.com.
Okay, my need for Garak & cat has suddenly gone from zero to redline, like–
claws? but scales tho?
and so we get, like, kitten climbing Garak’s calf with tiny piton claws and Garak just kind of idly reaching down and scratching its head, “stop that, you’re tickling.”
and cat curled up on Julian (because of course Julian) because he’s warm and Garak doing much the same and Julian just being like fml
and Garak and cat making slow blinks at each other because affection and cat and Cardassian
and also, also cat sharpening its claws on Garak’s scales, like, on his elbow, and Julian looking over in bemusement.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It’s a trifle ticklish.”
“God. Ooh, that looks like it’s got to hurt just a little…?”
“I assure you it doesn’t.”
Rrrr, the cat corroborates.
“If she did that to me I’d jump a meter.”
“I honestly do not understand how cats and Humans have managed to peaceably co-exist. There must have been some mistake… yes, my dear, you agree,” and the cat rubs her head against his finger and redoubles her pleasant skritching. “Clearly the Progenitors made an error… you were supposed to be Cardassian, weren’t you… mmm, well, we shall pretend…”
“She’s not a reptile, Garak.”
“Oh, she very nearly is… look at you, yes, you are a heartless little killing machine, aren’t you…”
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