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me following my roommates around the apartment: and then in s1e7 ‘what are little girls made of,’ spock questions chapel’s ability to recognize her fiancé, roger, over an audio call, and she implies that if he were engaged, he would be able to recognize that person’s voice without a doubt. so then after kirk beams down to the planet to see roger, he’s held hostage by a droid who imitates kirk’s exact voice to spock when he calls, and spock becomes concerned for the captain because he doesn’t sound right. and then while kirk himself is being cloned, he ensures that the clone will be different from him by thinking unkind thoughts about spock. when the clone boards the enterprise, spock realizes that he’s not the captain by the way he speaks to him (despite having no prior knowledge that any cloning was taking place on the planet) and beams down the planet to find the real kirk. and then it turns out that chapel herself wasn’t actually able to tell that her own fiancé’s voice was a clone, but spock-

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Star Trek: The Original Series main cast by Frank Kelly Freas.

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Farewell, I-Chaya

Old unpublished art from 2021

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I find the trend of people using Garak as an example of what Cardassians are like as a whole to be hilarious when literally almost every single Cardassian who sees Garak has the immediate visceral reaction of, “Oh god, not this bitch...”

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So - some OMB love. I wanted to copy the old Bond posters from the 60s (Thunderball, Goldfinger etc) als close as possible with all their roughness and hard contrasts and awesome colours. Also, we all know that Garak is cosplaying Pussy Galore but not 100%, so I adjusted his clothes a little bit. Now it's even more Pussy! Julian was already wearing Bonds light grey suit from that scene on Goldfinger's ranch, I just added the waistcoat. Thanks again for your comments and tags on my previous illustrations <3! My wedding was a really nice event :D

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Funniest thing about these images is that Janeway and Harry absolutely have these in-universe. Someone sees a lovingly framed picture of the captain in Harry's quarters and understandably goes "that's a bit...weird." and Harry 'I remember being in the womb' Kim would be like "What? No. How is it weird. She's the captain." Like that explains anything. Meanwhile Janeway has Baby's First Starship Portrait on her coffee table where she looks at it and has a quick guilt session because of the Horrors she inflicts on this person whose become a symbol of innocence and the journey home to her. Both of them think this is normal.

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me when i start trekking

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#this is tragically funny

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ill spend my twenties investigating the healing properties of salt i dont know about you guys

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Silly Garashir ficlet, Teen and Up-ish, mostly banter! CW: copious amounts of blood but like. Purely in a comedy capacity (don’t worry none of it is Garak’s)

“Good god,” Julian breathed, unable to do anything but stare for a moment. 

“Oh, don’t worry, none of this is mine,” Garak said, dripping puddles of crimson onto the floor, calm blue eyes the only thing peeking out from the solid layer of blood covering his face and upper torso. “The gravest injury has been to my wardrobe, I assure you. As you might have gathered, I encountered our suspected evildoer as they sought to make their escape.”

“From the looks of things, I’d hazard it’s more accurate to say that they encountered you,” Julian said. He shook himself out of his momentary petrification and raised the medical tricorder to make sure Garak’s reports of being unharmed hadn’t been greatly exaggerated, as would sometimes be the case with him. 

“However you would prefer to frame it,” Garak said, dipping his chin modestly and blinking globs of blood from his eyelashes. “I’m sorry to say I couldn’t ascertain many details about them, neither in terms of species or other identifying details. They were masked and coming at me with a knife at the time, which in the moment tends to blot out other considerations in one’s mind.”

Despite himself, Julian grinned at the performative airiness of Garak’s tone. He did seem to be basically fine. “I think that’s understandable under the circumstances, Garak. Odo’s probably going to track them down pretty quick, if they’re leaving a trail of blood across the station. Do you, er… want a handkerchief or something?” 

“It’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job in this case.”  

“No,” Julian had to admit, “no, you’re — probably right. I’ll let you go for a thorough sonic and peace and quiet once I’m done with this. I’m sure Odo will want a word with you later, though.”

Garak parted his lips to say something, and grimaced. “Ugh. Well, if it’s any help in figuring out the identity of our culprit, that’s definitely the taste of Napean blood. As you mentioned there will of course also likely be other clues, like them bleeding profusely as they sprint across the Promenade, but I always strive to be helpful wherever I can.” 

“Garak!” Julian yelped, shooting him an alarmed look and continuing his inspection of the tricorder readings with renewed worry. 

“Hm? Yes? You can run whatever tests you want on it to be sure, of course, but I am quite certain in my conclusion. There is a… distinctive tang to —”

“That’s so medically unsafe, you can’t go around ingesting —” 

“Well, I hardly meant to ingest anything, Doctor, but it did end up all over my person in a way that makes it hard to entirely avoid,” Garak snapped, though he tolerated Julian going in for a second, even more thorough examination without complaint. “Maybe if this person hadn’t so rudely insisted on venting the contents of their arteries straight into my face during our tussle — ”

“Yes, yes, I understand, sorry, I wasn’t suggesting you did it on purpose or anything, but it does mean I really do need to monitor you for any allergic reactions or bloodborne… wait, wait, hang on, how do you even know what Napean blood — ”

Smiling in a way that aimed for beatific and missed it by way of too many bared teeth, in a manner that would probably be quite unsettling if Julian wasn’t so used to (so fond of, whispered a treacherous little voice in the back of his head) Garak’s face, Garak dabbed daintily at the worst of the blood dripping off his nose with his sleeve and said: “Do you really want to know, or is this your outsized curiosity running ahead of your better judgment again?”

“I’m going to be wondering about it all night, but no, I don’t think I want to know, actually. If I come back in a week and still can’t put it out of my mind, feel free to tell me, though. Or use that time to come up with a good story, I don’t mind.”

“Never any but the best for you, my friend,” Garak said fondly. 

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Drawing all the Star Trek's main crews (1/12)

This took so long, and I don't even know if I'm happy with the colors. Life is pain (on my wrist).

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last minute announcement that i’m having top surgery today

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graphic design is my passion

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My baby here on earth!!! Showed me what my heart was worth!!!!!

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data needs some personal matinence sometimes. or something

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the CUTEST commission, i love them so much!!!!