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this is not my beautiful house... this is not my beautiful wife...

additional weyoun because i like his shapes

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ds9 crew in some fun 80s outfits. odo is a single Marlboro red cigarette btw

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I kinda bullshited her uniform, so let’s call that a redesign. I was never a fan of the catsuit anyway,

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they're patrolling the promenade together 🎵🌸

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@sixthweyoun you should join us over here.

ds9: the group chat - an 18+ only discord server

this is a silly discord roleplay server based on an in-universe star trek group chat! it's a text-based comms platform all the characters in ds9* can use to communicate!

*other treks may be included later depending on interest

if you want to observe but not write, that is also okay! you can join as a spectator!

join us!

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Okay but I think it's funny to imagine Odo using little religious turns of phrase that he picked up from Bajoran culture. But I feel like it would annoy people, so I almost always go back and edit them out before posting. But am I wrong? Would people like to see that sort of thing?

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@dreamsofalife sent: ❛ I didn't feel anything. I didn't even know I'd been hit until I was on the ground. ❜

Odo frowned deliberately and helped her to sit in the chair in front of his desk. "Well, we'll review the security footage. With the aid of the prophets, we'll find our assailant that way." He started to pull it up, then paused. "Are you certain you don't need medical attention?" Solids were, at times, almost unbelievably fragile, and it was good to double-check.

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"Our food isn't going to inspire any epic poems," Odo said, "but if you are hungry, we have enough to share." He nodded to the left, then walked without looking to see if Susuro was following.

"Why," he asked, once a few dozen meters had been put between them and the labs, "is the Federation so interested in our medical knowledge?" If there was something needed, Odo would have liked to open up proper negotiations--but the way people had been inserting themselves into the business of his staff of late had begun to draw his concern. Was this about sabotage? Intelligence-gathering? Information about the genetics of his peoples could so easily be a launching point for new weaponry, and though Odo could (and did--Federaji were almost without exclusion, unbearably curious people even for no reason at all) brush those concerns off as the paranoia of his older family members, there would be no excuse for making no inquiries as to Star Fleet's intentions.

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Despite his extensive worries and his initial determination to only allow one Star Fleet representative aboard his station, Odo had, eventually, relented and allowed a small delegation. That had been several weeks ago, and he'd been surprised to find that the members of the first delegation had no idea who he was. They also seemed to lack any knowledge of or ingrained negative reaction to the Dominion, though several had been able to pull up information when they looked and had seemed concerned by what they found. That trend has not continued for long. The more recent groups to board the station were formed of people who, Odo gathered, had had a more traditional experience with their history. They were more wary, as a whole, and rightly so. His people were just as wary of them. He just wished he knew what they actually wanted, past cultural exchange.

Odo kept an active eye on the visitors whenever they were aboard. This was based in curiosity, primarily, but also in a healthy protective instinct for those under his care. He watched as one of the visitors, a doctor, spoke with one of his geneticists, but didn't interfere until she began to look anxious to continue her work. Then he stepped into the space, pushed her back towards her station with a gentle touch and a telepathic reassurance, and offered the young man a bland smile. "Yelis has assignments to attend to. Perhaps I could interest you in another area of the station."

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No one looks at pre-Dominion DS9 for Changeling lore, but I feel like more people should at least consider it, because what you learn if you do kind of changes your experience of the series.

I've talked about this before but it's absolutely insane how the thing we learn about Changelings in DS9 before we learn anything about the Dominion is that they are a persecuted people. Fuckin A Man Alone, Vortex etc are literally all about Odo encountering the way solids just kind of inherently feel about ~shapeshifters~ and reacting to it. We get the introduction of Mora Pol and the weirdly authoritarian, clinical, entitled way he treats his test subject "son" before we ever hear about the Dominion.

And it's interesting because the writers had fuck all about the Dominion in mind when they wrote that stuff. They hadn't even decided that it existed, much less that Odo's people were the head honchos.

(Side note, because I'm an unserious person, imagine if they were actually called that. We could live in a world where Jeffrey Combs could say "I serve the Head Honchos in all things" and everyone would just accept it. Thanks for coming with me on this imaginary journey, now back to the post.)

Anyway, what's interesting to me is how, in the shift from victim to villain that Changelings undergo in the narrative of the series, the persecution still stays but the narrative attitude towards it changes drastically.

This may be an oversimplification, but in short, the narrative changes from "everyone hates Changelings and that sucks" to "everyone hates Changelings and it's their fault."

I know I keep bringing up those infiltration preparedness drills (and wrote a fic about it myself here) but can you honestly tell me that the Benjamin Sisko of S1, a man who took his duty of care towards his crew (and Odo as a member of his crew) so seriously that he put himself between Odo and a literal lynch mob, would ever subject Odo to that?

Okay, there are a lot of ways to read DS9. It's fun to look at how the story changes if you choose to focus on Sisko's arc or Kira's or Bashir's. Personally, I enjoy reading it with a focus on Odo's arc— the slow discovery of who he is, where he comes from, and most of all, why he's the outsider in every room he enters.

And here's the thing about analyzing DS9 with a focus on Odo's arc:

It's a story about a lot of people hating you for no reason, up until the second they get an excuse.

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its Morn Spinning Monday

happy Morn Spinning Monday to all those who celebrate

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obo….

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@soup-future an oder for you... got off track and shaded this one bc i like this creature

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Reading a novel 💞

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There should be a karaoke bar on Deep Space 9. It should be right across from the security office so that while Odo's trying to do his incident reports at the end of the day he can be regaled with the vocal stylings of the loudest, drunkest Klingon desperately trying to make his way through Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive'.

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Despite his extensive worries and his initial determination to only allow one Star Fleet representative aboard his station, Odo had, eventually, relented and allowed a small delegation. That had been several weeks ago, and he'd been surprised to find that the members of the first delegation had no idea who he was. They also seemed to lack any knowledge of or ingrained negative reaction to the Dominion, though several had been able to pull up information when they looked and had seemed concerned by what they found. That trend has not continued for long. The more recent groups to board the station were formed of people who, Odo gathered, had had a more traditional experience with their history. They were more wary, as a whole, and rightly so. His people were just as wary of them. He just wished he knew what they actually wanted, past cultural exchange.

Odo kept an active eye on the visitors whenever they were aboard. This was based in curiosity, primarily, but also in a healthy protective instinct for those under his care. He watched as one of the visitors, a doctor, spoke with one of his geneticists, but didn't interfere until she began to look anxious to continue her work. Then he stepped into the space, pushed her back towards her station with a gentle touch and a telepathic reassurance, and offered the young man a bland smile. "Yelis has assignments to attend to. Perhaps I could interest you in another area of the station."

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I'm literally going to scream. Why is every Tumblr user into transfem Odo? Keep! It! Away from me!

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Petty. Thriving. Regenerated. Organized. In my lane.