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Are you there Founder? It’s me, Weyoun.

“What is it, Weyoun? This had better be worth my time.”

I’m being harassed!! By a Bojoran!

“You ought to have your Jem’Hadar with you. Then the Bajoran would cease to be a problem. Or have you both forgotten the nonaggression pact we formed?”

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weyoun-wins:

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Are you there Founder? It’s me, Weyoun.

“What is it, Weyoun? This had better be worth my time.”

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“Why, thank you, Weyoun.”

Women that intimidate men are my favorite

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thelastweyoun:

The idea that Weyoun would actually make it back with them to a Dominion doctor was unlikely, but he didn’t tell the Jem’Hadar this, examining his arm and flexing it experimentally. Some soreness lingered, but it was bearable and at least he had the limb’s mobility back. A definite improvement - and the most recent reminder of Chi’tak’s abuse, gone.

“You’ve done well,” Weyoun told him, trying to convey his very real gratitude in the phrase. “I’ll do my best not to ruin your good work until a doctor can check me over, hm?” He smiled, and the expression somehow came more easily than it did before. For the moment, even if he wasn’t able to return with them, he was safe. The Jem’Hadar crewing this ship were as competent and loyal as he’d expect. It was almost as good as being back in the Dominion again - better, perhaps, because of how generously the Founder had treated him thus far. It had been a very long time since the Weyoun line had received such favor.

He stood up, still a little shaky but more able to keep his footing now that he wasn’t in so much pain. “We should report to the bridge,” he said. “Come, Fourth.” How strange it was to be the one giving orders again…

Dari’osad nodded, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face. It was subtle, but it was there. He was almost relieved to see Weyoun already beginning to recover, even if it was only outward. The fact that the Vorta had enough strength to feign normalcy was encouraging, really. It showed that he was not as broken as his former master would have liked to believe.

Without another word, the Fourth would fall into step beside Weyoun, slightly behind him to not presume equality. Weyoun, as a Vorta, outranked him by default, even without an official position on the ship. It was the order of things, and it was the order of things that he accepted. He escorted Weyoun to the nearest lift, and to the bridge, where the Founder awaited.

The ship had taken cover in a nearby nebula, masking them from sensor readings. The Founder stood in the center of the bridge, lifting the mini-screen from the headset when she heard the doors slide open.

Test Gone Awry

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I’ve made the whole apology on my Vorta account, but uh yeah, sorry for the lack of activity! The internet has been acting up for the past couple weeks and that’s kinda lowered my muse... hopefully it will be fixed soon!

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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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thelastweyoun:

Weyoun’s hand slowly came up again to massage his neck, as if to confirm that the collar was really gone. He’d been forced to wear the thing, or others like it, for over three years. It felt very strange not to feel that pressure at his throat anymore. He looked up at Dari’osad, fighting to keep the emotion off his face. “Thank you,” he said again, his voice shaking. “I… I am very glad to be rid of it.”

He had to wipe his eyes again, trying to keep himself under control. The entire experience was feeling more and more dreamlike, except that nothing like this happened in his dreams. The Founder was never alive in his dreams - at least, She didn’t stay that way.

“I will do whatever I can to ensure the Founder and her crew are able to return to their original timeline,” Weyoun said softly. “And perhaps my information on subsequent events will be useful once she has returned. I… I hope it will be.” Given advance warning of several years, could the Founders’ death be prevented? He hoped so. He couldn’t imagine he’d be allowed to return to the original timeline with them, but all of this would be worth it even if he was never able to see their Dominion’s survival. For them, for her, perhaps all of this could be prevented.

Weyoun may have made an effort to keep the emotion off his face, but Dari’osad saw the look in his eyes. Something squeezed at his heart, and he blinked, having to restrain himself from trying to hug Weyoun. It would be unprofessional, a tip-off that he was not quite normal, and he doubted Weyoun was in any state to trust physical affection. He remained focused on healing the Vorta’s arm, running the stimulator over the bone a few more times before he set it aside. “I have no doubt that you will, Weyoun.” A quick scan confirmed that the fracture was mostly healed, and would have to go the rest of the way itself.

“Perhaps it will be of use to us. However I suggest you are careful regarding what you share and when you share it. Knowledge prompts change... and change can negate knowledge.” He leveled his gaze with Weyoun, hoping he would understand. He placed his hand on Weyoun’s shoulder once more, a small gesture of comfort and confidence. “Your arm is mostly healed, though I suggest you take it easy until we can get back to our doctor.”

Test Gone Awry

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A Question of Adaption

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It had not been easy to arrange a visit to Deep Space Nine in the middle of the war. Especially having been mere months since the Federation retook the station. The Founder had her ways, though, of getting what she wanted. And in the end, she was granted her visit. Allowing Weyoun and Damar to carry out their business of a potential truce, the Founder would take the time to explore the station in an attempt to see it with new eyes.

Nothing seemed too different... though, as she observed she had to admit things did seem livelier. The many faces of Starfleet officers, of all races and colors, roamed the halls and everything seemed just a bit brighter. Before, she only saw the greys and blacks of Cardassians and Jem’Hadar, with only the occasional splash of Bajoran color.

After some time wandering, she spotted a somewhat familiar face. If she recalled, it was Jadzia Dax. One of Captain Sisko’s crew, encountered only twice before. Once, on the Link’s original home in the Denorios Belt, and again on the Defiant when they brought an ailing Odo to the Link’s new location. Neither of those times had given her enough of an impression of Dax, her focus spent almost entirely on Odo in both of those encounters. So, she decided, perhaps this would be the perfect time to get a ‘feel’ for this particular solid.

The Founder approached the Trill and made a noise akin to clearing one’s throat, to gather her attention. “You are... Commander Dax, correct?” If she was interpreting the pips correctly, which she was certain she was.

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sensory

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Business Is My Business

Indie DS9 Quark RP

Mature Content, 18+

Written by Jax

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thelastweyoun:

“Yes… I am Weyoun 8. The last of my line, at least in this timeline.” He watched the Jem’Hadar work, wincing occasionally as his broken bone was healed but mostly remaining still. “…I suppose my predecessor Weyoun 5 is still alive in your time.” Three lifetimes ago… it seemed like longer. Five, who’d enjoyed the favor of the Founders, who’d found himself promoted from a field supervisor to the ambassador to an entire quadrant of the galaxy… Perhaps it was little wonder the Founder had been so kind to him. She had no way of knowing that this version of her trusted Weyoun had failed her so badly, that he was probably defective.

He shook his head, trying not to think about that. He’d serve the Founder no matter what she thought of him. Weyoun lifted his good arm to rub at the raw skin at the edge of his collar, and tried to unhook the leash that still dangled from it, but he fumbled at the mechanism and was unable to get it to release one-handed. He quickly stopped trying, not wanting to accidentally trigger a shock from the collar.

The Fourth narrowed his eyes as he regarded the leash and collar again, pausing in his care to Weyoun’s arm. It was starting to become unbearable to look at. Carefully, he examined the mechanism, talking to keep Weyoun occupied. “Yes, your predecessor was actually stationed on Terok Nor, at the time we left from. Once the inspection of the artificial wormhole project was over, the Founder planned to rendezvous with the station. It seems now, that will have to wait.”

He successfully unhooked the leash, discarding it swiftly before locating the mechanism on the collar as well. Dari’osad seemed distracted for a mere moment, glancing at Weyoun with a question in his eyes, but it was one that he decided should remain unspoken. Shaking his head, he unclasped the collar and tossed it aside as well, resuming his work on Weyoun’s arm. He had doubts that Weyoun would even know the answer anyway. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know. After all... worrying about Kitas would only distract him from the task at hand.

Test Gone Awry

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♡ + hugs

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon. [accepting]

The Founder never understood the way solids expressed intimacy. After all, it was nothing compared to the Link. Hugging, however, was one gesture that seemed at least similar to the way changelings embraced when Linking. She tried hugging once, with Odo, but she failed to see the appeal then. Perhaps later on, as she grows to truly understand the solids, she will give it a try again.