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Gul Dukat is so fine... Somebody get me that lizard dick this instant...
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reblog if you’re barely tolerable
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Don’t make me draw Dukat like this
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To kick off this blog, have a compilation of everyone roasting Dukat.
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“Dukat.” Portrait of Gul Dukat played by Marc Alaimo on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Original artwork for Inktober 2018. (Windsor & Newton ink on 250 gsm paper.) Artwork © Iain J Clark 2018.
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A few from Diagnosis Murder. I have overfilled my quota of Bad T.V. for the day and I can’t do any more.
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“I don’t think you know the difference between affection and possession.”
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Dukat makes this episode so entertaining to watch.
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here’s some more of dukat’s wife for all you lizard-loving fucks
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On a scale of 1 to 10 how good do you think my character would be in bed?
And if you tell them off anon, they’ll rate you back!
1 = awful 10 = world-rocking
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Conference Vacation
Athra gave the woman a smile as she watches her stand beside her. It was a more friendly gesture then she thought she would know her entire trip here.
“If it is not too much trouble.” She said, looking out at the congregation. “As I said, I know nearly no one in attendance here. It is a very strange thing to be the only one of your kind in a group so large.”
Athra catches a few people’s eyes, but they do not hold her’s long. Glancing away from the Cardassian woman like they were nervous that she might get the idea that it was an invitation to join then in whatever conversation they were having. The creeping feeling of paranoia that her species was so given to was slipping into her mind, wanting to speculate at what they were saying about her, because, of course they must be talking about her.
She tries to ignore the feeling and looks back at D’rorah.
“I think that my people are not quite as open as my presence here might lead you to believe.” She continues. “After all, they did not think it was wise to send more than one Doctor to this event. I think Central Command considers my presence here more akin to a spy mission then a step of exploration and goodwill to the other species of our quadrant.”
She sighs a bit, and shrugs.
“But, I suppose we have to start somewhere. I was just pleased to have been given permission to attend. It was more a challenge then you might think it was.”
“I can imagine it was quite challenging,” D’rorah replied, eyes scanning the crowd as she tried to decide where to begin. There were some incredibly open-minded people among her colleagues. One of them would undoubtedly be the best place to start.
“I know how secretive Cardassia is with medical and biological information,” she added. Oh, how well she knew that. The scar had been gone quickly, but the memory of the iron rod shoved through her flesh was still quite sharp. “It makes sense they will have sent you to observe and learn with every expectation that you will be very… discerning in what you might say while you are here.”
Even without that, having once been a doctor on Cardassia herself several decades ago before going into politics, she was keenly aware how Central Command viewed the involvement of their medical personnel with outsiders.
“Ah.” Spotting a likely starting point across the way, D’rorah began making her way across the room, indicating silently for Athra to come along with her.
“D’rorah Philosophy.” The Andorian woman smiled as they approached. “I haven’t seen you in an age.”
Laughing, D’rorah inclined her head. “My new Chief Medical Officer generally prefers to attend the conferences himself while I watch the coop.” She held out one hand to indicate Athra. “Dr. Zezaa Sh'ekitroq, meet Dr. Athra Dukat from Cardassia.”
“Dukat?” The Andorian woman’s antennae lifted in a questioning manner even as she bowed from the shoulders, ever so slightly.
Athra mirrored the bow of the Andorian, battling both her nerves and her Cardassian paranoia. This stranger clearly recognized her name. Why? What does this one know about her or her family?
She steadies her smile as she meets the alien's eyes.
"You have heard correctly Dr.Zezaa Sh'ekitroq. I am Dr. Athra Dukat, chief of medicine at Kal’kalak Hospital." She tilts her head, just a little to the side as she takes the other in. "My family name seems... familiar to you? I fear you have me at a disadvantage."
She laughed a little, as if being at a disadvantage was something humorous instead of deeply concerning.
“What is your area of expertise, Doctor?”