dziwaczka:
So I read Letters From The Northern Continent the other day *_*
also I have no idea how Cardassian furniture is supposed to look like but judging by their buildings and stations they seem to like… pointy edges? Cardassia’s obviously not the place to visit if you’re like me and have a tendency of bumping into corners aioejtaoeoaieja
ladyyatexel:
Corner of mouth kiss after date, plus rather significant hand-holding from Deep Dish Nine!Cardassian perspective!
From my unposted art stash. It’s an event I’m pretty sure will be in a future chapter of the vaguely chronological adventures of DD9!Julian, but who knows. The making of this is actually in the collection of videos on my livestream channel. No sound, if I recall, but maybe that is something entertaining to you, who knows.
SO THERE WE GO, I have posted both illustrated DD9 fic AND DD9 art today!
(For those not in the know, Deep Dish Nine is a DS9 AU taking place around a pizza shop in which everyone is human and different DS9 races are human cultures and ethnicity.)
Deep Dish Nine Fic: Sick
ladyyatexel:
Julian is not feeling well.
There’s an illustration in the middle.
(This falls somewhere after the chapter following Shady. I know that’s vague, but it is what it is. There’s been no kiss or anything, but some handsy business has occurred. )
For anyone not aware, Deep Dish Nine is an AU in which all players are human, and live and work near a pizza shop.
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weyounded:
After all, what could possibly go wrong?
kateviardo:
“How’s the spice pudding? ls that all you have to say for yourself? How can you pretend the last ten days never happened?”
“l am, for one, Doctor, perfectly satisfied with the way things turned out and l see no need to dwell on what was doubtlessly a difficult time for the both of us.”
The Wire: an episode where Garak takes his dissatisfaction out on poor meddling Julian.
maketreknotwar:
I need to know that someone forgives me.
I forgive you…for whatever it is you did.
ladyyatexel:
the truth is bent
got some new paper, brushes, inks, and paints
seemed as good an excuse as any
