Deep Dish 9

onetobeamup:


-Oh,you’re soaking wet! Did you get that wet just coming from next door? 
-No, I ran back to the university to get that book I wanted to show you but someone else already checked it out.
-All the way there, and without an umbrella, I suppose.

IM TURNING THIS INTO A THING WHEN IT RAINS IM DRAWING DD9 IN THE RAIN 
here’s the fluff prompt i got it from
song
nah im totally not avoiding drawing human garak what are you talking about

onetobeamup:

-Oh,you’re soaking wet! Did you get that wet just coming from next door? 

-No, I ran back to the university to get that book I wanted to show you but someone else already checked it out.

-All the way there, and without an umbrella, I suppose.

IM TURNING THIS INTO A THING WHEN IT RAINS IM DRAWING DD9 IN THE RAIN 

here’s the fluff prompt i got it from

song

nah im totally not avoiding drawing human garak what are you talking about

v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e:

I’ve been following the Deep Dish Nine fandom since the very first post over a year ago, but my memory kind of sucks and I can’t really remember if this was ever discussed, but…

Do you guys have any headcanons about Kes in the Janeway’s Coffee? Or about the Ocampa?

onetobeamup:


Geordi stopped short and cursed. ”Of course the day I forget my umbrella is the day it rains,” he grumbled.
Data scanned the street. “We are only a block from your apartment. If we run, we will not get too wet.”
Geordi sighed and cupped his hands to protect his glasses. “All right, one…two…three!”
They took off, and Data immediately passed Geordi. The rain slid down Data’s smooth hair to fly out in a spray behind him. That was the last thing Geordi saw before the raindrop landed on his glasses.
He wiped it off, but found that in removing his hand he had allowed ten more to land. He kept running, his vision swirling, but his foot caught in something, and he stumbled.
"Data!"
Footsteps, splashing in water. “Geordi?”
"My glasses - I can’t see!"
He heard a rumble of thunder. “Data!”
"I am here, Geordi!" Data said, and a hand closed around Geordi’s wrist. "I will lead you."
He gently tugged, and Geordi gripped Data’s wrist as well. Together, they ran, feet splashing. Geordi nearly slipped, but Data caught him with a deft arm around the waist.
Data kept his arm around Geordi’s waist as he led him into the apartment building and up the stairs to Geordi’s apartment. Only once the door was shut did Data let go.
Geordi dragged his sleeve across his glasses, but that just made them worse.
"Here, Geordi," Data said, and pressed a towel into Geordi’s hands. Geordi wiped his glasses, and slowly, everything came back into focus. 
The first thing he noticed, however, was Data’s face.
"Thanks," he said. "That’s why I usually carry an umbrella."
It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but Data seemed to understand.
"I will always help you, Geordi." (x)

IT WAS RAINING YESTERDAY AND I FELT LIKE DRAWING SOME DD9 FLUFF AND THEN hermioneofvulcan WROTE THIS AND I COULDN’T DRAW IT THEN BECAUSE AT THAT POINT IT WAS TOO LATE TO DRAW ANYTHING BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH SO HERE IT IS NOW and now i read the fic again and i may have taken small liberties shit  also i threw in a reference to Ladyyatexel’s dd9 fic eyy
song
edit: it has come to my attention that this could be considered ableist in reference to geordi’s blindness being removed, i did not mean it in any way offensively, and i am incredibly sorry that i posted this story. the picture may be interpreted other ways, but i do not wish to absolve myself of the blame that this picture was created for this fic and the ableism that this implies for me. i do feel that if i deleted this whole post it would be similar to me pretending that it never happened. 

onetobeamup:

Geordi stopped short and cursed. ”Of course the day I forget my umbrella is the day it rains,” he grumbled.

Data scanned the street. “We are only a block from your apartment. If we run, we will not get too wet.”

Geordi sighed and cupped his hands to protect his glasses. “All right, one…two…three!”

They took off, and Data immediately passed Geordi. The rain slid down Data’s smooth hair to fly out in a spray behind him. That was the last thing Geordi saw before the raindrop landed on his glasses.

He wiped it off, but found that in removing his hand he had allowed ten more to land. He kept running, his vision swirling, but his foot caught in something, and he stumbled.

"Data!"

Footsteps, splashing in water. “Geordi?”

"My glasses - I can’t see!"

He heard a rumble of thunder. “Data!”

"I am here, Geordi!" Data said, and a hand closed around Geordi’s wrist. "I will lead you."

He gently tugged, and Geordi gripped Data’s wrist as well. Together, they ran, feet splashing. Geordi nearly slipped, but Data caught him with a deft arm around the waist.

Data kept his arm around Geordi’s waist as he led him into the apartment building and up the stairs to Geordi’s apartment. Only once the door was shut did Data let go.

Geordi dragged his sleeve across his glasses, but that just made them worse.

"Here, Geordi," Data said, and pressed a towel into Geordi’s hands. Geordi wiped his glasses, and slowly, everything came back into focus. 

The first thing he noticed, however, was Data’s face.

"Thanks," he said. "That’s why I usually carry an umbrella."

It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but Data seemed to understand.

"I will always help you, Geordi." (x)

IT WAS RAINING YESTERDAY AND I FELT LIKE DRAWING SOME DD9 FLUFF AND THEN hermioneofvulcan WROTE THIS AND I COULDN’T DRAW IT THEN BECAUSE AT THAT POINT IT WAS TOO LATE TO DRAW ANYTHING BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH SO HERE IT IS NOW and now i read the fic again and i may have taken small liberties shit  also i threw in a reference to Ladyyatexel’s dd9 fic eyy

song

edit: it has come to my attention that this could be considered ableist in reference to geordi’s blindness being removed, i did not mean it in any way offensively, and i am incredibly sorry that i posted this story. the picture may be interpreted other ways, but i do not wish to absolve myself of the blame that this picture was created for this fic and the ableism that this implies for me. i do feel that if i deleted this whole post it would be similar to me pretending that it never happened. 

onetobeamup:

ok this definitely could have turned out much better but the lighting is pretty cool 
there was dd9!lore thing and i needed it in my life

onetobeamup:

ok this definitely could have turned out much better but the lighting is pretty cool 

there was dd9!lore thing and i needed it in my life

Deep Dish Nine: Meet the Dax’s

letstalkabouttrek:

The Dax siblings are a diverse group, not all related by blood. Some are adopted, some are half-siblings, but they’re all Dax. (This is a weird mish-mash of Dax host headcanons I had adapted to the DD9 verse.)

Lela (age 41) is the oldest. A natural-born leader, she grew up taking care of and trying to set an example for her younger siblings. She was elected to the city council almost directly after she graduated college, and has been there ever since with goals of cleaning up municipal corruption. She and her wife, Kiara, have one son, Ahjess, who is 15. 

Tobin (age 41) is Lela’s younger (by 23 minutes) twin, but they’re nothing alike. He tends to be nervous and withdrawn, though he was always the best at babysitting (but if anyone got in trouble he’d leave the consequences to Lela or their parents). He’s a vegetarian and has a tendency to take in stray animals, to his wife, Annia’s, dismay and his children, Raifi (13) and Maveya (11)’s delight. He’s a brilliant engineer and his best friend is Reginald Barclay, who he had taken under his wing years ago. They tend to have quiet nights in. 

Emony (39) used to be a famous gymnast, and she now works as a coach and judge. A dreamer and romantic from a young age, she was one of the siblings with whom Jadzia was closest (the other being Curzon). She’s not so keen on wanting to settle down or have children, and has a tendency to travel for long periods of time and leave broken hearts in her wake. She’s currently (though somewhat unsuccessfully) trying to flirt with the divorced surgeon who frequents the Enterprise Pub.

Audrid (38) is a college professor who’s just about the biggest sweetheart there is. However, if you piss her off, you can and will feel her wrath. She and her husband Jan have 3 children - Neema (12), Cilla (10), and Gran (6). 

Torias (35) is the resident daredevil, which keeps both his siblings and his wife Nilani on edge. As a kid he would always be the one jumping out of trees or riding his bike down the steepest hill in the neighborhood, and Tobin or Audrid usually had to patch him up afterwards. He’s very carefree, which can be interpreted as cockiness at times, but he cares a lot about his family. He’s a test pilot, and has one child, Karel (3).

Joran (33) is the black sheep of the family. He was an extremely gifted pianist, but started acting out as a teenager. He moved away from home as soon as he turned 18 and he tends not to contact his family except for the sporadic untraceable letter or postcard, and most of his siblings have given up on him, except for Ezri’s occasional efforts. He’s rumored to hang around with Lore. 

Curzon (30) was fascinated by Klingon culture ever since he was a child, and learned Klingonese when he was very young. As kids, he would rope Jadzia into playing warriors with him and sparring with toy bat’leths. He currently works in the Klingon embassy and is unmarried, but he does have a fairly attractive Klingon boyfriend, K’redek (Jadzia claims that he “copied” her in that regard). 

Jadzia (28) was the kid that did everything with seeming ease in high school - playing multiple sports, getting top grades, and being popular to boot. Her free spirited and opinionated nature could get her into trouble now and then, though. She got a couple of science degrees, but decided to do her own thing and runs her own science based blog, working shifts at DD9 to supplement her income and fund the random experiments she sets up in the apartment she shares with Ezri. She’s dating Worf.

Ezri (23) resents being thought of as the baby of the family or being expected to “live up” to any of her siblings. She’s working at DD9 while taking a year off of school before she starts her graduate studies in psychology, because she wanted to work out her own issues and find out who she is. All her siblings are very protective of her, somewhat to her annoyance. 

tinywhiteknight:

the fact that i have yet to see any romulan dd9 stuff is a tragedy that i intent to fix

the Star Empire is an information and technology company that often deals with security (such as hooking up security cameras for deep dish nine, etc). They’re pretty spendy but the pizzerria got some upgrades for free as they shared some info on dominions pizza that wasn’t readily available to the public.

They’ve got a grudge against Dominions Pizza after an accident that killed one of their chairmen was discovered- it looked like a dominions pizza car driver was driving while very high with ketracel-white and totaled their chairman’s car.  Now they’re out to discreetly drive Dominions Pizza into the ground.

Occasionally romulans will stop at Deep Dish Nine to repair the security grid and cameras (and sometimes they even stay for a slice, if they’re feeling generous).

A few of the tech specialists known as the Tal Shiar (they run the information sections) seem pretty unsure about Garak though.  Wonder why that is.

Deep Dish Nine Episode Guide

sarahworm:

Okay, I decided to do that ridiculous thing I was thinking of doing…so this marks the start of Sarah’s Deep Dish Nine episode guide! 

I will be releasing the episodes one by one, going more detailed than I did in the canon ones because this is more fun :) 

I have looked through some of the dd9 stuff regarding rules and I couldn’t find much beyond everyone’s human, and also Garak/Bashir. So. Sorry if I step on anyone else’s ideas, but the point of headcanon is to come up with your own version, right? I have found some posts talking about certain episodes, and in those cases I will be linking to them (with author permission) even if I write my own version. (So if you have some you want included just tell me!!)

Also, I hope this goes without saying but if any of this turns out to be problematic or offensive let me know, and I will apologize and try to fix it. 

Alright, all of that being said here is the background information: (I know this is silly but I like it ok. This is analogous to watching TNG or reading about Trek.)

-Alpha is a nation-city, where there are districts that each have separate governments, and they loosely collaborate.
-Alpha city takes its restaurants very seriously, so each district has their own tightly-controlled restaurant coops and groups
-The United Federation of Pizza (And Other Foods) is the Terran one. It is run in a military-like structure in collaboration with the government of the area
-The Klingons consider their restaurants so important that to work in the trade is highest honor and it’s all they talk about. It’s run very closely in conjunction with their oligarchical government.
-The Romulans keep to themselves, but they have a powerful senate that presumably collaborates with their restaurant group
-The Cardassians are ruled entirely by their restaurant association. (This is in Cardassia Heights.)
-The Bajoran restaurants were formerly controlled by the Cardassians through a loophole in the law and the other groups’ willingness to look away. The Cardassians made life hell for Bajoran restaurants and workers and it leaked through to all areas of life. (This is in Little Bajor.)
-The Bajorans have finally kicked the Cardassians out, and have cautiously signed an agreement with the Federation to work together as the Bajoran government and restaurant association get off the ground. 
…To be continued…

theamazingkishanaman:

i want some dd9 children headcannons so much

like nog, jake and alexander being roomies 

they all try to babysit molly and yoshi

lal visiting her dad at the cafe

nog getting a part time job at the restaurant 

wesley tries to join in the gang but everyone’s just like um yeah maybe some other time

I NEED THIS

cosmictuesdays said: DS9 prompt 1: JEWS IN SPACE - Sisko, Worf, Bashir, their significant others, and a holiday dinner of your choice. Because we need more Jews in space. DS9 prompt 2: Keiko on Bajor, being the best damn botanist she can be. DD9 prompt: Data and Bashir meeting. (Pick one or all.)

singlecrow:

As I’ve done a holiday dinner and Keiko the awesome botanist quite recently, let’s go with Deep Dish Nine.

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Garak comes to visit before lunch, and as a consequence Julian burns a tray of garlic bread and about two thirds of a ham and pineapple deep pan pizza. Sisko merely sighs and tells him to throw out the burnt bits and give anything edible away for free, which is how he ends up at one of the booths with a kid who looks at him with a moment’s curiosity and slight smile, then returns to his notepad and pen.

"Er, hi. Do you like pizza?"

The kid clasps his hands and remarks, gently, “I’m in a pizzeria.”

"Do you like free pizza?" Julian persists, and then takes the seat opposite him and gives up. "Kid, please. You don’t have to eat it. Just take it so I don’t have to die of embarrassment, okay?"

The kid tilts his head. “It is not possible to die from embarrassment. Although” - he pauses - “perhaps it is merely that no one has ever yet done so. You could be the first.”

"Thanks, kid, that’s super-reassuring" - but Julian’s laughing. "My name’s Julian, it’s good to meet you." He puts one of the pizza slices on a plate and goes back behind the counter into the kitchen.

"I figured," Jadzia says, lightly cutting, "you could take on dishwashing duty this afternoon. Not that much scope for disaster. Though you should try and be careful of sharp objects."

"You’ve never been in love, Jadzia," Julian tells her, pathetically, and goes to the sink. He washes up three cups and a teaspoon before he thinks to ask Ben about the customer at the booth. 

"The one who’s eating the pizza you burned?" Ben asks, with too much emphasis on the last word for Julian’s liking. "That’s Juliana’s boy. It was a sad story, but he’s a good kid. He works down the street at the French place. Does their book-keeping and such."

"Does he have a name?" Julian asks, because that’s Ben Sisko all over - of course, that’s Juliana’s boy, just as he himself is our Julian. Jadzia, wise old owl that she can be, gets to turn the tables sometimes, always addressing him lovingly as Benjamin, but Ben Sisko sees them all as friends and children and the children of friends. It’s a comfort. 

"I’m sure he does, but she always called him Data, for his head for numbers. Don’t even ask." Sisko shakes his head. "I think he even registered to vote that way. The kid’s social worker nearly threw a fit."

"Some people are so easily excitable," Jadzia says. "Julian, keep scrubbing or Benjamin will make you work off that pizza."

Julian scrubs. But after his shift finishes, Data is still there, still scribbling in his little notebook, so Julian sits down next to him and says, “I thought you’d want to know I haven’t died of embarrassment.”

"What a shame." Data looks up at him. "It would have been scientifically interesting."

"I bet." Julian can’t tell if he’s kidding, and suspects, judging from the almost-but-not-quite smile on Data’s face, that Julian might have to spend a lot more time with him before he’s any closer to making that call. He thinks, though, he would quite enjoy that: there’s something refreshing about the kid’s clear-eyed gaze. "I’m a medical student, when I’m not burning pizza. What about you?"

Data flips over the cover of his notebook rather than answer, and Julian realises abruptly that that head for numbers is probably a rare gift for pure mathematics. “Wow,” he says. “You’re really something.”

"Thank you," Data says, calmly. "You should take a deep breath and compose yourself."

"Why?" Julian asks, and the door opens and Garak’s voice says, "Julian. About this morning."

Julian jumps to his feet and knocks a fork, two napkins and a pepper pot to the floor. Still calmly, Data picks them all up, puts them all precisely back into place, and Julian thinks he sees the kid mouth, good luck, before his gaze drops back to his work. This time, Julian thinks ruefully, he’s definitely amused.

"Hi, Garak," Julian says. "About that. Yes."

hatepig said: Imagine when Kai Winn keeps trying to bother Ziyal because she wants Dukat as a political ally, and eventually Kira just chases her out of the pizza shop and then worries because it's not her business and the next day Sisko has a 'no harassment of customers' sign up and Kira is all like 'oh no'. And then Winn stops by, looking all smug, and Sisko zips right out and points to the sign and is like "THIS IS ABOUT YOU BY THE WAY DONT HARASS MY CUSTOMERS OR YOU WON'T BE WELCOME"

onetobeamup:

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