goddamn these two and chocolate
Deep Dish Nine!Worf chaperones Garak and Julian’s weird late-night delivery mystery.
Not even FROM, but based heavily on my own amusement of the trip that will be taking place in this.
One day I will make actual art for this AU and not just doodle and then crappily throw color over it in Photoshop.
(The blue patch on the left side is a symptom of my sketchbook. I do fancy space backgrounds and when it leaks through the page, I just keep drawing like it isn’t there.)
In case you needed to see these larger. I asked about humans, because Garak. So now he’s a slightly skeevier than his Cardassian equivalent dude in a watermelon suit, I guess.
Based on what I am steadfastly calling Deep Dish Nine, which spawned sort of horrifically out of nowhere in this now steadily recurring post.
Things I did not need to do today: make art based on pizza AU
how are your arms so ridiculously long~
This man makes me really heterosexual.
So in modification-land, I can show you what’s been going down since I bought sandpaper and started wielding a knife on a regular basis.
Basically, I’ve been shaving flesh off, which has filled me with weird feelings of doing some sort of cosmetic reconstructive surgery. I feel terrible leaving Mini-Bashir around naked with naught but a sharp blade, a towel and some sandpaper, so he usually gets put at least halfway back into the uniform when I’m tired of removing his flesh for a while. Also keep Mini-Garak nearby as comparison, and that’s what he’s here for today.
Truthfully, Mini-Bashir himself could serve as a before and after, since he’s got the kind of informercial ‘one half of his body has had the treatment and another has not’ effect going on. But Garak helps in places where I’ve done more than half.
Nothing on Bashir is done, and he looks like a horrible victim of assault, or at least a folksy wood carving. He will be neither when I am done, but he’s still very much in the 'getting rid of excess material’ stage rather than the 'making it pretty’ stage. So the really horrific-looking meat chunks that are his arm, neck and calf are not staying that way, fear not. Nor is his chest staying with one massive pec. So.
Captions on the photos for specifics, I guess. You can sort of see Bashir’s still-not-final paintjob in some of these, and you can see how unsettlingly weird Garak looks with no appreciable neckridges. I am still devising ways to fix this, but he’ll have to have some kind of body treatment like Bashir’s first. Not as extreme I guess, since he’s thicker, but still. We are not all the Hulk, and Garak is not 30 years old.
ta daaaa lady fucks around with plastic
Obligatory reblog.
‘These are beautiful.’
My preoccupation with the scales on Garak’s neck continues and I am unable to go on with said fascination without there being gay and sparkles involved.
Darn.
I’m almost sorry for how ridiculously saccharine this is.
(via goddamnshinyrock)
