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OOC: not writing much lately, doing other things! you know how to reach me if you know how to reach me. :] i currently keep up with zeveth’s blog.

the first chapter for my first-ever solo fic is here! it follows @zeveth ‘s backstory and picks up at the end of the dominion war and beyond.

ch 6 of the fic im co-writing with @ tongowheel is out!!

we participated in quodofest ‘22 on ao3 with our shorts Snails and Stray from the Status Quodo !

affiliated with tongowheel / kindofmuses and vortacloned / kardasior and exclusive with their portrayals of quark, pel, nog, vic, weyoun, damar, and the baby changeling.

               I just want to exist. He gets that. It’s a simple statement, but one that resonates, for some reason. ❝ Aye, I know what you mean. ❞ He shrugs. It’s bizarre how they’ve now found themselves in agreement after having just squabbled like a couple of feral cats. This is probably the most genuinely civilized conversation James has had with anyone in months. No fake smiles and laughs for interviewers that get on his last nerve, no confrontations with bandmates and no bullshiting to get girls to sleep with him. He’d almost forgotten what this is like.

               ❝ Sometimes it’s better not to find out the truth. ❞ He mumbles, suddenly fiddling with the button on his jacket that looks like it’s about to fall off. If he recalls correctly, it was from a few nights ago in Germany when a crowd of fans had mobbed him, grabbing at his clothes, his hair, his limbs, as if they all wanted a pound of flesh. As if he wasn’t human. He doesn’t feel that way so much these days. ❝ Sometimes, I think, secrets are best left to be secrets. What is it they say? Ignorance is bliss. ❞

Odo bobs his head gently, still staring, intent, at James, with his fingers interlocked. Then his gaze falls.

He thinks about the Occupation. He thinks about his role at the time. He thinks about Kira, and Cardassia, and Bajor, and the unimaginable loss, betrayal, and devastation left in the wake of 50 years of brutal domination of one planet over another. Hardly anyone he had ever met before the Federation arrived had known anything else.

“Yes. Sometimes it is better,” he easily admits. Sometimes people deserved a happy ending. Sometimes it was safer that way. He had spent the better part of his life struggling to find that very balance.

                'love at first sight'

let's be real, only children believe in "love at first sight." but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet "the one." and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. infatuation at first sight is more accurate. you are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. nothing is there but you and them. and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. you love love, don't deny it. flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. because of this you are loved by many. hopefully you know it too: you are loved.

but on the other hand ok consider: things that make the changelings repulsive to other species? that IS in line. odo's goo form tends to repulse people and/or freak them out