#like snippets of memories

[dockaspbrak]

The way some fics will throw in "my dears" and "my darlings" from old men makes me think of like old ladies in wigs playing the characters hahaha the most unsexual pet names id rather hear "dude" and cowabunga tbqh

[wrenhavenriver]

[yuugen-xvii]

I need to see more memories from rick sanchez’s childhood please

[artemx746]

me @ any Silverborn snippets or spoilers

[the-freezer-truck]

VOLTA HEADCANNONS

Random bits and bobs regarding my interpretation and portrayal of Volta plus a summary of my headcannon backstory for their life before Electra!

- Volta is Bisexual, Biromantic and Poly. - Uses They/She/He pronouns, really has no preference when it comes to what other folks use for them. - As far as I know this was cannon in earlier iterations of the show but I wanted to include it here anyway; she works as Electra’s personal assistant and is very close to their boss, doing anything they require of him! - Highly organised, she is the one to ensure every thing runs smoothly, keeping track of both Electra and the other components. - The fine details of my headcannon backstory still need some fleshing out but here's a summary . Volta hasn’t always worked for Electra; in fact, they were originally built for the sole purpose of working for a different engine, a high-profile superstar racer. Loyal and hardworking, they were essentially working multiple jobs for this engine, including racing as their partner. After years of working like this, Volta was overworked to the point he started experiencing system glitches, often manifesting in the form of pain flair ups and parts of her physically shutting down.  - Though they did their best to push through this whenever it did happen, it got to the point in which she starting breaking down during races. This infuriated her boss, who, instead of caring for their loyal companion, was quick to toss him aside and deem him useless despite years of service. With some proper care Volta was able to recover, though she still suffers from sporadic pain flair ups and has to go to Wrench for regular checkups. After their recovery Volta ended up being hired by Electra; initially they were extremely guarded and untrusting but very much came to care deeply for Electra and her fellow components, who are now extremely important to her. - Prefers to handle issues herself, very much refuses to reach out for help even if they need it. Also has a habit of overworking themself and hates admitting she needs a break, often resulting in the other components having to force them to take breaks. -  Is cold and aloof to most others around them, however if Electra trusts or takes a liking to someone, she forces herself to give them a chance; for better or for worse they trust Electra’s judgement. - If you somehow manage to gain their trust, he will go to the ends of the Earth for you and will quietly start to seek out your company more and more. - Very good at masking her true emotions should she want to; it's often difficult to gauge what they're truly thinking or feeling. Though this mask is often dropped when just around Electra and the other components as those are the folks he trusts wholeheartedly. (The most talkative he gets is around them; enjoys gossiping with their fellow components.) - Naturally low body temperature, often cold to touch.

[fixated-on-something]

Guys my Starlight express obsession came back but I still can’t remember like a quarter of the plot stex fandom help me please

[ghostly-kal]

Something something the hands that cradled you something something (im going insane over my dnd campaign help, the Dm is scaring me)

[imaginetoomuch]

Lana receives the file on her desk early that morning, casually opening it unbeknownst to the horrors in its pages. 

She reads the information at least three times, until the words merge into waves of black ink, until she can’t see that face looking at her so clearly. Her phone on the table taunts her, flashing with a new message notification just above the voicemails she’d pointedly ignored. 

Mia Fey was brutally attacked and murdered last night.

The reports are saying it was her own sister.

Lana feels - well, she doesn’t feel much of anything anymore - that the past few years she’s morphed from a human being to just a vessel, a puppet. It’s not like she can even think for herself anymore. She’s never quite known herself to have rage like this - at the world, at the system she works in, and most significantly her own self.

She can’t stomach the thought that she'll play a hand in the wrongful conviction of the girl her own sister once considered a best friend, the girl that meant everything to the love of her life.

God, maybe she’ll actually stand up to Gant for once, tell him this is the one case she refuses to take. He gave it to her on purpose, she knows that, Lana and Mia were still together when she started at the police department. But who is she kidding - she’s a coward, that’s why Mia’s fucking dead, that’s why Lana’s been in Hell for the past two years - she won’t do anything. She’ll try and argue this case is too big for her to handle, hope it gets passed off to another prosecutor, pray that she doesn’t have to see the images of Mia’s dead body bruised and bleeding, a reminder of what Lana’s become.

[impasta-wall]

“The ocean doesn’t change though right?”

His eyes were like the ocean, deep blue, broken in places by white froth, “just like the snow or the forests or the sun or the clouds and mostly the stars.” He raised his hands up motioning to the vast array of them in the sky, twinkling in the distance, blinking in and out of existence; the world so wide and for their taking even from the back yard they both shared now—a sense of awe washing over them both as they looked beyond.

He couldn’t help it but whisper, nearly seventy years late;

“The snow changed me.”

Steve looked back at him, same eyes, same hair. His hand comes up and gives Bucky’s shoulder a squeeze. Infinite understanding and a deep, deep longing.

“But we’re still here. That hasn’t changed right?”

I think a lot about how traumatic Bucky’s life has been so far, same with Cap, and I can’t help but shed a tear. In parts they are their own hope, it’s a little bit of codependency but it’s hard when there’s only one other person out there that understands you so carnally. It’s the shared experience of hope and loss and grief and love, romantic or platonic.

[jessicas-pi]

Ben has kind of been having the worst day of his life, what with the dying and all.

It’s a marked improvement when he’s tramping through the forests of Takodana and a familiar voice demands, “Would you believe me if I told you Palpatine was my grandfather?”

He turns around.

Stares.

Rey stands ten feet away, her blaster pointed at him, a challenge in her eyes.

“Would you believe me if I told you Han Solo was my father?” he says, answering the question with a question.

“Yes,” she says, lowering the blaster.

“Well, that answers that,” he replies, turning off his lightsaber.

The silence stretches on.

Takodana is unpleasantly hot.

Why did he ever think wearing all-black was a suitable fashion choice?

Rey falters, apparently not having planned what to say if she got this far. “I suppose this is where we save the galaxy.”

“I suppose so,” he agrees. “To Exogol, then?”

“Have you got the Wayfinder already?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Picked it up on the way here.”

“Ah. That simplifies things.” She holsters her blaster and sets off at a brisk pace, adding as she brushes past him: “And try not to die this time. It was so inconvenient.”

“You died first,” he mutters.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hey. There's something here to me about how Tuvok had not one but two traumatic memories which were repressed for years [one is not technically a "real" memory but his reactions to it WERE real and his body/mind treated it as real and thus I'm counting it as two traumatic memories], we're told that Vulcans react incredibly poorly to repressed memories or in fact any discrepancies between the conscious vs unconscious mind, and then later Tuvok is revealed to have an emerging condition which causes neurological degeneration. + The fact that it's repeatedly stated that for Vulcans, contact with trusted people's minds are crucial, actually medically necessary, to deal with all manner of things from traumatic events to medical disorders and how Tuvok has no one he can go to for that kind of support or treatment except for Janeway and in the end not even she can help him with certain things since it has to be a Vulcan.

[gwynbleiddyn]

→ Kerros 'Rook' Severan-Laidir

"Varric, you're asking me if you can take my son on a wild goose chase for Solas, of all fucking people..."

"Look, I've tried talking to Kerros, you know I have -- I was there in Skyhold when he was all scraped knees and fairytales, you think I want to see him on the trail of the most dangerous man in Thedas? Shit, even I'm not sure I want to be on this trail right now. Point is, he's a grown man... grown, Rion. And he lives in this world too. I'm not asking you, Scars, your son is telling you. "

The nickname is pointed. A callback to a better time, when both of them had no idea where the Inquisition would lead. The snarl drops from Rion's lips, his face softening.

"I know."

And then Rion is silent for a moment longer than Varric would like. He can do nothing but watch and take note of the man he once called Inquisitor, and more importantly, the man he now calls an old friend. The carefully constructed fingers of Rion's left hand clamp tightly around the head of his walking stick, his weight growing too heavy for his own legs to bear. It's punctuated by the strain at the corner of his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. Pain seeps from him with every breath, shuddering, as though he was stood on the icy banks of the Emprise du Lion ten years ago, and not drowning in the evening sun on the shores of Rialto Bay.

"Can you keep him safe?" comes the inevitable question any reasonable father would ask.

"No." Varric shakes his head. Not a promise anybody can make, these days, least of all him. But he lifts his heavy hands, hesitating for a moment over Rion's own before they envelop the gloved construct over the top of his walking stick. It's jarringly cold and devoid of a pulse. Varric briefly recalls the feeling of the anchor pulling at reality, and his stomach begins to twist and churn in memory of something that no longer exists. "But I can promise I will try, with everything I have. You gotta let him fly, Rion, sooner or later."

Another pause, but this one seems less... reluctant. More considerate. Rion's gaze shifts downwards to Varric's hands, and a slow, sad smile crosses his face.

"What was it you always called him? For stealing your rings when you weren't looking..."

Varric smiles, eyes stinging. They both pretend it is the sunlight. "Rook."

[bloos-bloo]

This is kinda based off BBH’s stream today btw- more specifically, the scene where he has a memory lapse with the pillagers:

The night sky gently brushed through the windows. It’s soft light nudging it’s way throughout the room. The demon laid on a sleeping bag in the middle of this spiral tower. It’s been a day- spending time with his roommates, learning that he’s stuck on an island, learning that there’s bears and rabbits that act like a government. It was great.

Yet the uneasy feeling he had when he locked eyes with a lone pillager. It’s crossbow pointed directly at the demon. Bad tossed and turned on the sleeping cot- his hands slowly gripping onto his pillow.

A memory of endless white snow piling up underneath a vast black sky. His breathe clouding up his vision as he watched his blood spill over the floor, nearly matching the red carpet below. In front of him- a top hat backed into a corner. His little hands holding up a sword that was 2x as big as her.

“NO!” Bad shouted as his body collapsed. Waking up in a red bed surrounded by white pillows. He ran towards the mansion.

“Dapper! Crawl to the entrance!” The demon shouted, a pillager swiftly plunging arrows into his back.

“FUDGE!” He cried- his body limp on the floor. “Dapper- Crawl! You have to CRAWL!”

The demon continued shouting.

Watching in agony as his son held up her sword. The pillager knocking him down- the clang of the metal ringing throughout the room.

“NO!! DAPPER PLEASE!” Bad screamed, once again waking up with a jolt on the red bed. White pillows, cloudy breath.

“CRAWL TO THE ENTRANCE!”

The demon ran.

The image of the pillager’s smile as it drove a sword through his back.

The image of the little egg forced into a corner.

The image of her eyes welling up with tears.

The Vindicator stepping towards her.

Blood stains.

Dapper was slain by a Vindicator

“NO!” He wept, his knees weak from the message. “NO NO NO- DAPPER!!”

The demon cried, wiping his eyes as his fists slammed into the snow below. He felt a little tug as he beat at the ground. Each tug growing more frantic than the last.

“NO! NO NO!” He screamed, thinking the pillagers and vindicator found him outside. His fists going wild on the ground. He felt his hands be pinned- his eyes streaming at this point.

“DAPPER!”

He felt his palm being forced open, rapid tapping followed soon after.

“I’m here!”

Bad gasped as his eyes shot wide open. The sleeping bag underneath him nearly ripped to shreds- the remains of it left over his claws.

It took a minute before his vision caught up with his brain. His tears still streaming down his face as he looked up. In front of him, holding his palm in her tiny hands- messy hair and tear filled eyes, was Dapper. Next to her, a concerned filled expression- red and blue blushed cheeks and neatly braided locks, was Pomme.

“I’m here. I’m here. It’s- It’s ok.. It was all a bad dream.” Dapper continued to tap on Bad’s palm. Bad taking the time to recollect his breath and wipe the tears away.

“I- I’m sorry. Was I too loud-? I didn’t- mean to wake you two…” He trailed.

Pomme shook her head, Dapper continued tapping. “No, it’s ok. We heard you calling me- and- we knew you were in distress.”

Bad clutched the tattered sleeping mat, “I- Thank you.. I never- had someone.. care so much about me.”

Pomme smiled. Holding up a little sign for her father to read. “Would you like for us to stay with you?”

The demon winced- he didn’t want to be a bother. Especially with how well these two have been treating him.

“I- I wouldn’t want to bother you guys- I’ll be fi-“

“Nope. We’re staying.” Dapper interrupted. Next thing he knew, both kids were lying on each side of the creature. Their faces carefully nudged on each side.

Bad felt a small ping in his chest- for some reason, this felt familiar. Everything about this felt right- but he couldn’t place why. He carefully laid back, his eyes gazing over the star decorations. The sun’s early morning light carefully kissing it hello.

The demon couldn’t help but wrap an arm around each child.

He smiled, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you- kids.”

[winslowleachthecomposer]

HOME FROM THE CONCERT UH. SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THE FAUST CANTATA I POSTED A PICTURE OF EARLIER I probably shouldn't say whom for legal reasons even though technically I didn't sign an NDA or anything but I don't want to kill my chances at this opportunity and I'm not sure if he's on this platform or not so I might delete this post later but I need somewhere to gush I can't contain myself. ANYWAY

Bad news is I may or may not have given the entire stack of originals to his talent agent. The only part of the score I have a carbon copy of is the overture. I'm going to have to rewrite the rest from scratch. This is fine *:)

[roe-and-memory]

good morning. take these as payment for being silly little guys in my phone or something

[onesaucyboi]

This has probably already been pointed out, but I just watched s4, ep4 of Brooklyn 99 and noticed that Jake commandeers the car from Jess Day from New Girl and she blurts out “it’s a crossover!” Took me a moment to figure out that she wasn’t referring to the car.

I just thought this might be a fun easter egg :)