babeltwo:
I know that we’ve grown apart and that’s as it should be. We learn what we can from certain people, then we move on after we’ve taken what we need. When we learn nothing new about ourselves in a relationship that’s when the relationship is over. Or it’s over the moment we’re afraid to learn something new about ourselves. But what I have been learning about myself… whatever it was inside me that was sparked and challenged when I first met you… is deeply connected to this story. I’m an unfinished man, Doctor, like a suit of clothes hanging on a display rack waiting for the final touches that may never come; I need to tell this story to make a peace with those parts of me that were left unfinished. A healing. Indulge me, if you will; I need you as a witness.
- Garak to Bashir in A Stitch in Time by Andrew J. Robinson.
kelasparmak:
from a stitch in time - top to bottom: garak, barkan, palandine, pythas. (not that there’s much difference, since all cardassians i draw end up looking identical)
also sjmillerart is basically responsible for pretty much all elements of character design here, especially the super-trendy bamarren uniform
polunocnica:
Garak and Pythas from A Stitch in Time
wehweh
farewellgoodmagician:
Sitting in airport, having Teen Garak Problems
"Most of us who are left, Doctor, are insane. We have to be in order to survive and emerge from our isolation. It’s the only way we can live with the pain of what we did. Or didn’t. Each of us accepts the amount of responsibility we are capable of bearing. Some accept nothing, and these people are quickly swallowed by their isolation, their insanity transformed into a rationalized evil. A smaller group accepts total responsibility, and their insanity is an unbearable burden that cripples and eventually grinds them down. The rest of us carry what we can and leave the rest. For myself, Doctor, when a corpse is too heavy to bury I try to remember to ask someone to help me."
—Andrew Robinson, “A Stitch In Time” (via
jj-thomas)
"Fear and isolation, Doctor. You can’t have one without the other. Fear isolates and isolation is fear’s natural home. Just as my orchids need carefully prepared soil to protect them against disease and pests, fear needs the isolated circumstances to deepen and grow without connective or relational interference. When fear is allowed to flourish in its dark and lonely medium, then any evil that can be conceived by the fearful imagination will emerge."
—Andrew Robinson, “A Stitch In Time” (via
jj-thomas)
perphesone:
“We tend to stay within the limits of our Union.”
“Except where resources are involved,” Hans said cheerfully, watching carefully for my reaction.
“What would you have us do? Cardassia is not a rich place like Earth. We have to live.” I was equally cheerful in my reply.
“Everyone has the right to live, Alardig. But does it have to be at the expense of others?”
“If that’s the competition, so be it. Very often, Hans, the game is about survival.”
-Andrew J Robinson, A Stitch in Time
polunocnica:
st ar tr ek book
School boy Garak and his bioware romance options school mates.
I think I drew them too old but idgaf
"‘Doctor Bashir is with Chief O’Brien. He should return at fifteen hundred hours. Unless it’s an emergency.’
I assured Nurse Jabara that it wasn’t, nodded my thanks, and walked back out to the Promenade. I stood there for a moment, trying to deny that I was upset. This was the umpteenth time I had come to invite the doctor to lunch, only to find that he was already engaged with the Chief. Playing darts. Building models of old wars. Battling ancient enemies in ancient flying machines in some holographic fantasy. Or the latest diversion, listening to the insipid ‘lounge’ music at Vic Fontaine’s. Child’s games. That’s it, I decided, if he wants to have lunch he can damn well ask me.
A Bajoran lout nearly knocked me into the perfume display and continued on his way without so much as a glance back. I controlled my temper and followed him. The Promenade was crowded, and I quietly negotiated the crowd until I made my way directly behind him. I slipped my left foot between his two legs, hooked his right ankle and pushed him hard in the small of his sweaty back with my left hand. He went down like a demolished building, taking two or three innocent pedestrians with him, and I peeled off to Quark’s bar. […]
I sat down at the end of the bar instead of going to my usual place on the second level. I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to stay; I just had to get out of the crowd and a grip on my feelings. I was in a dangerous mood. Ever since that ridiculous holosuite program, I thought. The spy game. Well, of course it’s a game. It’s all a game. But it’s not a holosuite program. And yet, the moment Julian wounded me with his ridiculous weapon, everything changed. I thought it was a magnificent moment. He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played. But why then did he back off? Why couldn’t he go beyond that moment? Why did our relationship end?"
—oh my god sorry for the wall of text but i’m reading
a stitch in time (the ds9 novel that andrew robinson wrote about garak) and it’s fucking incredible. garak (a) got upset that bashir blew him off for o’brien, so he (b) went and tripped some random asshole in the promenade and ran away, then © sat at the bar and fretted about why bashir doesn’t love him anymore. this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me (via
skinchanging)
