cosmictuesdays asked:

I just started watching "Call the Midwife" - which is a great show for a lot of reasons, the big one being LOTS OF WOMEN WHO DON'T DIE - and what with all the babies, it made me think that possibly, out of all the "genetics" in the DS9/Vorkosigan thing, Miles is the only one who was gestated inside of another person. Ezri wouldn't mind doing a body birth for the baby they'll mother, and Jadzia's not sure about what they themself might do.

Do quaddies do body births? Really?? That seems so un-quaddie!

Jadzia’d be too curious about how the baby was growing to do a body birth. They’d be forever wanting scans. Like Miles (Vorkosigan!) digging up the seeds to see if they’d grown yet.

Ezri would be quite pleased to let things take their course. And they’d be tough enough to shut Jadzia down, which would be a requirement if the poor little fetus is to have any privacy at all.

cosmictuesdays asked:

Julian and Miles drinking together needs to happen, in every possible universe.

I think your thing is going to end up being a series of vignettes with a very loose overhanging story. At least one of those vignettes will involve Julian, Miles, and a bottle of scotch.

“Can’t brew that on a space station.”

“You groundpounders. You think everything good comes from planets.”

“Did you ever read about the moon scotch? It doesn’t taste right when it’s made in space–”

“You just haven’t got the tastebuds for it. You’re not hard enough. Gotta get some good rads into ya, gotta live in zero-G for a while–”

“You are incredibly full of it.”

“Now that’s the thruster pod calling the jumpdrive hot.”

cosmictuesdays asked:

A thought from the steam room today: in the Vorkosigan fusion, Julian knows exactly how much he's worth. "I was commissioned for 65,000 Imperial marks. The exchange rate of that to Betan dollars, at the time - "

I like it.

I’ve been thinking about Julian and Miles drinking together. Half-drunk inappropriate chat about life, love, sex.

“Don’t know how you types manage with those feet. Bloody useless, aren’t they? How d’you reach her… well… you know?”

"I’ve always managed fine.”

“Yeah, that’s what they tell you.”

“Hey.”

A pause.

“Got any more of that?”

“Sure.”

A bottle is slung across the room with third-hand, and Julian catches it from where he’s sprawled across the float-chair.

“Thanks.” Glug glug. “You know, I knew a quaddie once.”

“No kiddin’? Where did you meet a quaddie?”

“On the Whole. Working for Baron Fell. Nice lady. Played dulcimer.”

“Any good?”

A gesture indicating that yes, she was very good.

“What happened to her?”

“Dunno. Heard she got kidnapped by a bunch of Barrayarrans.”

Mutual shudder.

“Better off stayin’ on the Whole.”

“I’ll drink to that…”

cosmictuesdays asked:

A thought from last night I need to share: Julian Bashir as the Cordelia Naismith of Cardassia.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Turning the tropes on their heads.

Wearing the Cardassian fashions and rocking them, but wearing them however he likes, and setting new fashion trends wherever he goes.

Striding past Garak’s underlings with an imperious, “Get out of my way, little man, I own you.”

Smiling at the people who think he’s Garak’s offworld trophy mate, and quietly running everything behind the scenes, because fuck leaving everything up to his husband when he’s completely capable of handling his own affairs.

Immediately forming a close social network with all the other husbands and wives who are expected to sit around and be ornamental, and using said network to accomplish just about any goal they desire. (Can you imagine a Cardassian Lady Alys???)

Defying class. Defying tradition. None of it matters, all of it’s silly; work with it when possible, ignore it completely when it’s inconvenient. To Cordelia Naismith, she’s a three-dimensional creature in Barrayar’s Flatland. Julian Bashir could do the same. “Yes, I understand that I’m not to cross this sector of town because it’s forbidden to off-worlders, but this is where I need to go. Good-bye.” And the guards just gape after him, because he’s not supposed to do it anyway–

God, sponsoring the med students to go to the poor provinces~~~

Charming!

cosmictuesdays asked:

Perhaps most importantly when it comes to hand-and-foot hygiene - when the nail polish comes out, everyone ends up wearing some.

Oh, excellent, excellent. I wonder what quaddies do in that regard? It might be a trifle gauche to go about with undecorated nails in a formal context…? Miles, though… I don’t see him being much for fancy nails, do you? But for his kids, well, he’d suffer in silence. Four hands, each one a different colour, as Molly and Yoshi work happily away…

“Look, Daddy! This one’s glittery!”

"Wow, look at that! That’s great, sweetheart!”

Keiko sips coffee and grins.

bmouse asked:

Garak the ex- haut-wife is pretty great/ridiculous/awful isn't it? I just want to draw him with long hair and ridiculous watermelon robes. In other Vorkosigan news I'm on Borders of Infinity and kind of afraid to proceed? I hear Brothers in Amrs/ Mirror Dance/ Memory is where Shit Gets Real and I'm not sure I want it to...::tiny reader baby tantrum:: To be fair the end of Labyrinth is just so cute and happy who can blame me. Mountain climbing indeed. Oh Miles and your taste in scary women..

tinsnip answered:

And whose wife would he be? Who gets rewarded/punished with a haut wife? Am I allowed to say Dukat? Because the idea of Dukat having to support Garak in the style to which he is accustomed, the idea of Dukat showing Garak off with confident delight in the fact that he has finally been rewarded for his service, the idea of Dukat wearing Garak’s constant mild disgust like a millstone around his neck…

that pleases me.

(garak in a bubble tho)

(and you really really need to keep reading because shit gets real in the best possible way, like, you haven’t even met my favourite character yet, and this character is perhaps one of my favourite characters in anything)

[bmouse]

Is it horrible of me that I am immediately sitting up and saying ‘YES, OH MAN, someone write this immediately. Some slightly twisted part of me is just salivating here. The dynamic of pleased oblivious Dukat sharing a house with Garak who undoubtedly, is waiting for him to overstep his loyalties for his ambition, so Garak can kill him (and return to Cardassia from Bajor? from DS9? What’s the equivalent of satrap-world to the Imperial City?) is just so…. <strikethrough> haha, maybe I want an AU strange enough where I can ship them? Or maybe just some very traditional hatesex…</strikethrough>

Awww, but then I’m thinking of poor ghem-lady Ziyal, child of one of Dukat’s many previous lower-status wives and how Garak sort of without meaning to finds himself taking her under his wing since Dukat is a terrible example for her re: how to survive/play politics.

[tinsnip]

Oh, my God, but you mentioned that the Creche might’ve planted Garak on Dukat as a method of sabotage… watch him, wait, then strike–

Like, I am in love with that?

And then, yes, return to the Creche (Cardassia City? I'unno), never to be sent away again, because exile is awful, ahahahhaaaaa~~~

Awww, and ghem-lady Ziyal, who does lovely things with paint and is very traditionally artistic. Less with the kitten-flowers, more with pigment on paper… but she’s come up with some charming patterns for Daddy’s face!

(yesssss to haut-Garak teaching Ziyal how to weave through society, to be seen without being seen, to dominate every encounter with downcast eyes, to never ever ever cut your hair until you choose to do so, yes, yes, yes)

(and hell, sure, hatesex is interesting too~)

cosmictuesdays replied to your post: cosmictuesdays asked:Rereading so…

The door has to stay closed, or else he might starfish out and fall down the moment he passes back into the gravity threshold. Probably into Julian’s arms, because Julian forgot to knock and let them know he was coming in.

Ahaha, babyyyyy launch!

A quick grapple, and Julian’s got himself an armful of pissed-off baby who was flying, goddamnit, and wants to get out of this nasty pully old gravity–

And Miles, drifting just inside his workroom, nods appreciatively.

“Jacksonian reflexes?”

“The best money can buy,” says Julian, smiling, and tosses Kirayoshi back into free-fall.

cosmictuesdays asked:

Rereading some Vorkosigan stuff the other day, I realized quaddie Miles would have a much easier time with a fussy Kirayoshi since he'd always have a pair of hands to easily hold him. It'd be odd, though, for anyone not in the family or used to the sight to come into Miles' study - the one spot where the gravity's always turned off - and just see them floating there, not anchored to anything.

Kirayoshi kind of starfishing around, pushing off Daddy as he can…

Heh. Miles’s kids are going to be just as good with their feet as they are with their hands. Not quite quaddie, but close. If they ever visit Graf Station-analogue, they’re going to attract quite a lot of pleased attention!

bmouse asked:

Garak the ex- haut-wife is pretty great/ridiculous/awful isn't it? I just want to draw him with long hair and ridiculous watermelon robes. In other Vorkosigan news I'm on Borders of Infinity and kind of afraid to proceed? I hear Brothers in Amrs/ Mirror Dance/ Memory is where Shit Gets Real and I'm not sure I want it to...::tiny reader baby tantrum:: To be fair the end of Labyrinth is just so cute and happy who can blame me. Mountain climbing indeed. Oh Miles and your taste in scary women..

And whose wife would he be? Who gets rewarded/punished with a haut wife? Am I allowed to say Dukat? Because the idea of Dukat having to support Garak in the style to which he is accustomed, the idea of Dukat showing Garak off with confident delight in the fact that he has finally been rewarded for his service, the idea of Dukat wearing Garak’s constant mild disgust like a millstone around his neck…

that pleases me.

(garak in a bubble tho)

(and you really really need to keep reading because shit gets real in the best possible way, like, you haven’t even met my favourite character yet, and this character is perhaps one of my favourite characters in anything)

cosmictuesdays asked:

Miles is awesome and easy to love in any incarnation. That said, imagining him as a quaddie seems to fill some previously unknown void in the universe.

I’m rather resonating to Jadzia the herm, as well. Mostly female-presenting, when it feels like it. (What would its chosen pronoun be? Using ‘it’ for a ba seems okay, but it seems strange for a herm. Xe? Are herms always 'it’?)