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[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] Asterism [1/1]

Rating: M Characters/Pairings: Solas/Lavellan, minor Dorian/Bull Fandom: Dragon Age Word Count: 14k Summary: Five times Adahla Lavellan met Solas beneath the stars, and one time she didn't.

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“I’m not surprised to find you out here.”

“Solas,” Adahla says, though she doesn’t turn around. A moment later, his hand settles on the small of her back, and she closes her eyes against the traitorous rush of warmth. The distant music picks up again, Celeste’s very expensive musicians beginning a sprightly courante; the strains of a violin float over the balcony like petals. “You didn’t have to come after me.”

“Oh? Would you rather I hadn’t?”

Such courteous curiosity, as always, though it’s never made her feel quite so small. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re upset.”

“Yes,” she says, and his hand slides around her waist, pulling her more firmly against his side. It’s such an unbearable relief she almost wants to cry, but the image of Josephine’s horrified face is enough to stem the tide. Instead, she lets out a long, shuddering breath and leans her head against his shoulder. A petty, selfish comfort. “I’m glad you’re here.”

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Links: FF.net, AO3

[lethendralis-paints]

Quark's mermaid AU still occupies a significant part of my brain, just sayin' 👀

Lyrium reefs

[freshbaked-bread]

some fake screenshots from the deep space nine dating sim that lives in my brain

[captainjimothy]

i am always thinking about trans brunt. if i start with a ferengi female--humiliated from birth, treated as less than an object--and i add transgenderism, and i sell that character to a husband while he's still in his teens, well, it's entirely possible that he kills his husband and steals his identity and burns his house down. or some other horrible accident, you know, it happens. so he claws his way into true success, obtaining a very powerful position, and he reaches his middle age with everything he's ever wanted and the scars to prove it.

he knows firsthand how cruel men can be to other men. he knows that his life is in constant jeopardy, because if someone needed blackmail material, it's all right there in the medical records. the only thing keeping him alive is the bribe he forks over to his doctor every month, and his ability to perform ferengi masculinity to the very letter at every moment of every day.

and then that character meets quark. a cis man, with a truly disgraceful set of family members: his father had no head for business, his mother is leading the women's rights movement, his brother used to be his sister and has married a non-ferengi on terms of equality and started a labor union with her, and his brother's son, now a damned starfleet cadet, was a daughter first. oh brunt, you remember that. you remember the brothers leaving ferenginar as fugitives with the child between them, setting up inside an active cardassian military base to protect themselves from men like you.

and it worked. they're fine. they're happy, even. they don't care about the rules anymore, the rules that would descend on you like a thousand hells if you put a toenail out of line.

quark, as the cis brother, is the only one you are at all capable of dealing with, but even this is infuriating. he may still profess to follow ferengi custom, but it's with very little genuine effort, and the end result is shamelessly, flagrantly disrespectful of every rule that hangs over your own head as a death sentence. yet he faces no consequences outside of his self-imposed exile, and even curries favor with ZEK, who has decided to FUCK HIS MOM.

and just to add insult to injury, you cannot ignore the fact that you desperately want to fuck him, which makes you feel like a girl even while you degrade him in your mind for being a faggot.

like. god. OF COURSE he's obsessed with shutting the bar down OF COURSE he can't stop coming back just to irritate quark OF COURSE he wants to buy quark's desiccated remains and would happily kill quark himself if needed.

[hypertechnica]

star trek as a concept is completely sexless. it is utterly devoid of sex. not one drop of convincing sexual tension has ever graced the screen on any star trek show. the weird unintentionally homoerotic psychosexual mind game shit on the other hand,

[moonhibs]

Au where Julian is a child of divorce

[quarkfancam]

the scene where quark vents to jake about regretting getting odo and kira together in 'sound of her voice' was crazy for being so melancholic. he's talking like he just lost his lover... that is not how you talk about the cop that's chasing you. AND THEN ODO HEARS ALL OF IT AND JUST LETS HIM DO CRIME TO MAKE HIM HAPPY??? these two...

[curiouscatastrophe]

HEY. Y'ALL. THERE'S A VERY REAL CHANCE THAT THE MPREG POLL FINALE MIGHT BE FORD PINES, ELIM GARAK, AND JULIAN BASHIR. AND I DON'T THINK I CAN EXPRESS HOW THOROUGHLY THAT DELIGHTS ME SO I AM NOW YELLING ABOUT IT

[itswisp]

for the kiss meme: 32 and simpatico

(as for the scenario, maybe Brainstorm purposefully trapped himself in a dream because he's sad and depressed over something lol, and some of the crew has to invade his dreamscape to try wake him up)

Kiss prompt #32 "to wake up" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!

Perceptor hadn't been too thrilled about the idea of entering Brainstorm's mind, but now that he was here, he had to admit that he was … impressed. And that didn't happen often.

When thinking about Brainstorm, the first thing that comes to mind is chaos. Then fire. Explosions. But this? This isn't at all what Perceptor expected to find when entering his dream space.

When he'd allowed Chromedome to hook himself to the other – more unstable and unpredictable, if he might add – scientist's consciousness, he hadn't expected to find himself in a quaint little university. He hadn't expected Brainstorm's dream world to be this quiet. But that's exactly how it is. Silent … and empty.

Preceptor wanders from room to room and hall to hall; head turning this way and that while he keeps his optics primed and sharp as not to miss the slightest clue that could lead to finding Brainstorm as quickly as possible.

There was no telling which surprises might be waiting in his mind, no matter how calm and safe it seemed for now.

He doesn't know how long he's been wandering through Brainstorm's dream university and is almost considering giving up and returning to his own head when he hears a noise. It's faint and muffled but the only sign of Brainstorm he's found since entering his dream and can't be dismissed.

So, he guides his steps towards the source of the noise; passes a few more empty rooms as he marches down the long, oddly gloomy hallway until he reaches yet another door. He opens it without hesitation and …

… there he is.

Sitting in the very back of the room is Brainstorm; one arm propped onto the table and his chin resting in his palm while his eyes are glued to a point in the front. His facial mask is gone.

Frowning, Perceptor turns and follows his optics and … oh. They are not alone, someone else is there. Pale and slender and familiar.

With his back turned to both of them, Quark works on a complicated equation; adding formulas and changing – or even erasing – them the longer he stares at the numbers and letters written on the whiteboard.

He is not real, of course. Quark is long gone, but that doesn't mean that he is forgotten.

Perceptor hesitates for a moment; unsure if it would be rude to simply interrupt this quiet, private moment Brainstorm has created for himself. But then he remembers why he's here and steps inside.

Careful and slow, he makes his way to the back of the room and takes a seat next to Brainstorm. For a moment or two, it seems like he doesn't even notice that he has company, but then Brainstorm sighs.

“He was the brightest mind I've ever known”, he says with a little flutter of his wings, and despite himself, Perceptor can't fight the small scowl pulling on his lip plates.

He jolts when Brainstorm suddenly turns and looks at him; a smile on his face but his eyes dull and distant. Sad. “Current company excluded, of course”, he says and somehow those words make Perceptor's spark pulse a little faster.

Brainstorm's eyes don't linger. They return to Quark's back and for a long while, they both are silent.

Perceptor studies him. Observes his posture and body language and picks up on the slight tremor in his EMF. “He truly meant a lot to you”, he comments and that sad smile returns to Brainstorm's face.

“He meant the world to me”, he admits quietly and Perceptor can feel the truth in his words. It's in the way his eyes soften and his ventilation turns into a slow, steady purr. How his wings flutter every now and then and the way his entire dream world seems to light up and shine with a gentle, warm yellow hue not unlike the color of Quark's optics.

“ … I'm sorry you lost him”, Perceptor says without realizing his vocoder is activating itself.

Brainstorm sighs again, his eyes staying on Quark for another moment before he finally turns back to Perceptor. He is still smiling. “Me too”, he says and then visibly starts to perk up. “But I've made my peace with it, at last. Well, most of it, anyway.”

Rising from his chair, Brainstorm stretches his arms and flicks his wings, and his smile turns into a smirk. It's a familiar expression. One, Perceptor has grown quite fond of, if he was being honest.

Brainstorm looks as if about to say something when he stops and blinks. Perceptor hears a little click, then a few more and sees his optics recycling. “Wait”, Brainstorm says and eyes Preceptor with suspicion. “What are you doing here? I don't remember ...”

Standing up as well, Perceptor rolls his optics and smiles the tiniest bit himself. “I'm here to bring the self proclaimed ship genius back to the world of the living”, he says in a rare display of attempted humor.

Brainstorm's optics grow wide and bright but before he has any time to react or say another thing, Perceptor leans in and places a soft, chaste little kiss on his cheek plates. “It's time to wake up, Brainstorm.”

And the last thing he sees before the dreamscape around him starts to tremble and fall apart is an adorable blush spreading across Brainstorm's entire face.

[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] Greater Coverts [1/1]

Rating: M Characters/Pairings: Rook/Lucanis Fandom: Dragon Age Word Count: 9.7k Summary: Lucanis and Rook catch their breath in the aftermath of the final battle.

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He’s here, and she doesn’t know why she’s surprised.

He’d said he would be. He’d promised to meet her in this tiny Minrathous apartment after the healers had shooed him away for excessive glowering. There’s not a single reason in the world for her to have doubted, and yet the sheer relief of seeing Lucanis looking back at her, alive, here, is a heady euphoria all its own.

“Rook,” he says, his own relief obvious. “There you are.”

“There you are,” Rook says, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it. Every inch of her body aches; the door, she realizes, may in fact be the only thing holding her up. “What’s a handsome thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Lucanis makes a vague gesture, encompassing the scorched curtains, overturned dresser, and fractured windows in one movement. “Waiting for my god-killing lover, of course.”

“What a coincidence. I was looking for mine myself.”

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Links: FF.net, AO3

[quark-art]

over two years ago i posted this fic in which erin writes in his diary about boys and people were extremely normal about it

[thelongestway]

discussing worldbuilding (and not even for DS9) just gave me a horrible crack pairing idea

imagine Kai Winn meeting Quark and measuring his pagh

[a-most-beloved-fool]

quargggg

[andyoullhearitagain]

Ok come on a journey with me.

So in "Take Me Out To The Holosuite" they all sign this baseball for Sisko, right? And clearly they had all the actors sign the ball for the character (cute) because frankly no prop department would miss the opportunity to use their alien scripts. I'll buy that Worf usually writes his name in Klingon but was like "oh everyone signed in Standard I guess I'll sign in Standard." But even if Quark can write his name in Standard (for business purposes, sure, I'll buy that) I just don't see him drawing the little ears on the Q! Quark isn't afraid of a little whimsy but I think he's just too toxicly masculine to draw a little picture in his signature. And we've seen Ferengi writing and have even seen Quark's name:

(I would have liked it a lot better if the baseball had the alien names in the alien alphabets but w/e)

So either

a. Quark is like, pfft, these aren't real letters, might as well draw a little picture (maybe?)

or

b. Someone who speaks Standard wrote it for him and drew the little ears. But who? Jake? Something to consider.

[999-picarat-puzzle]

Summary: Following Brother’s orders, Dio heads towards a remote town in Nevada in search of the late Dr. Klim’s greatest creations — a time machine and a mysterious thing known as the Blue Bird. 

During his journey, he’ll adopt find an apprentice, and together, they will have to solve puzzles, meet new people, find a way to tolerate each other, and maybe learn what being a gentleman truly means in the process. But anything to fulfill Free The Soul’s sacred mission, right?

(Or, alternatively: A Professor Layton and the Curious Village AU with Dio and Quark as the protagonists.)

Wordcount (chapters 1-3): 10,6k words

Content Warnings (for the whole fic): Spoilers for the entire Zero Escape series, as well as some implied spoilers for Curious Village. Lots of strong language (though that’s probably a given considering Dio is the main character). Cults (again, fork found in kitchen). Some mild violence. A bunch of near death experiences and references to past deaths.

So, it’s finally time to release the fic I wrote for the 2025 Uchikoshi Big Bang (@uchibigbang)! The fic will have ten chapters in total, but for now, here are the first three chapters of the fic.

Special thanks to @aibafiles for beta-reading this, and to @kiwifie for all the amazing artwork she's made for this fic!

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

silly tinyformers ficlet, starring Brainstorm and Quark:

Your tiny is being harassed.

At least you think he is, because every time you come home, you find Quark hiding somewhere, and when you ask him what's wrong, he chitters and points at the nearest window.

Quark is a pretty jumpy little bot already (it had taken an entire afternoon to convince him that your vacuum wasn't going to eat him) but this is a relatively new development.

At first you think there's a bird of some kind nesting outside your window, but there's no nest when you check and Quark is nonplussed when you change your desktop background to a slideshow of various falcons.

So you set up a camera facing towards the window, wave bye to Quark (you would pet him, but you found out pretty quickly that he hated being pet), and leave for work.

Unsurprisingly, when you come back, Quark has clambered down into the open drawer in your desk that has become his main hiding spot. He's been spooked again.

You had a lot of ideas of what might be scaring him, all of them running through your head as you transfer the video to your computer and start reviewing it, but they're all thrown out the window when you see the real reason.

There's another tiny visiting the window every day.

You give Quark a tired look as he peeks over your arm, glaring at the video from behind his teeny spectacles.

Despite Quark's frantic protests, you do eventually decide to try and catch the other tiny. And it turns out to be very easy, which is surprising given that this is the same tiny who knew to wait for you to leave before pestering Quark.

You just leave your kitchen window partially open and some energon pellets under a very conspicuous box (you didn't expect it to actually work), and when you come home the box-trap as been activated and there's a lot of panicked beeping coming from the inside. When you open the top, the beeping stops and a teal and silver jet-alt tiny looks up at you with wide yellow optics.

You both stare at each other for several seconds before he points at your bedroom door (behind which Quark is safely hidden) and cheeps insistently at you. His wings flutter in excitement when he hears you mention Quark's name and he starts chirruping louder, practically bouncing on his heels.

You sigh.

He's really cute.