#Topher Brink

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 2.01 “Vows”

[sulietsexual]

∟ 2.11 Getting Closer Dollhouse [2009 - 2010]

[loseremzo]

rewatching Dollhouse because I miss Topher.

[irate-iguana]

Shoutout to that one episode of Dollhouse where everyone gets high and Topher and Adelle have a sleepover party. The worst person you know gets The Naked Time-d and decides to have a girls night with his horrible boss/mom. Meanwhile the rest of the characters are going through it.

[absolutely-wretched]

Because Dollhouse was cancelled so no one knows anything about it, there’s like no fandom when there absolutely SHOULD BE. Anyone who posts Dollhouse stuff lmk so I can follow 💜

[rokurookajima]

the disgraced creator and his broken creation

you don’t love the one who made you

[m00nz-artpad]

heheheheh

she for sure bullied him into taking this picture

gotta love that quintessential 2010's fashion Livvie has goin' on (/≧▽≦)/ and no. i will never make a background for a picture because i do not have the brain capacity for it ���▽〒 it's obviously supposed to be a mirror selfie i just bashed this banger pic out tho

[m00nz-writes]

it's hilarious to me how I'd rather work on an X-Men/Dollhouse fic over the actual story for Olivia 😭 like there's just so fucking much for Olivia and it'll be like a three part storyline just to get her whole story right and concise...

Or I can just write a fic about a woman who's 110 years old (takes place in like 2009/2010) who's reverted to being mentally 18 who ends up becoming besties (and falling in love) with her programmer - obviously Topher - while also being the only active who can't enter the Tabula Rasa state due to her mutant psychology being too difficult and unstable to control, but they keep her anyways because she's back to being an outright criminal with no shits to give.

Also she's turned into an ultra mega geek by Topher and it's hilarious and cute because she loves Star Trek and Superballs since she's convinced she's straight from 1899 (you gotta remember, Olivia has barely at all changed from her younger self. At 110 years old she still looks like she's early to mid twenties)

[smashboy]

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while..."

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 2.04 “Belonging”

[kassaandor]

✨My Man✨

Thank you for the tag @javierpenaispunk! (I did it once before but I can do different characters this time!)

Put four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN"!!

Javier Suarez, Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Callum, Aftersun

Topher Brink, Dollhouse (shut up, I know)

Llewyn Davis, Inside Llewyn Davis

(This is my sad-boy list, apparently.)

npt: Anyone who hasn't played or would like to play again!

[irate-iguana]

“Huh.”

Feeling sad about him and making it everyone’s problem.

[ed-edward-blackbeard]

Once upon a time, I intended to write a Topher & Echo Have A Fun Day With Shooting And Throwing Axes.

Yeah, I don't know what crack I was smoking, either. Mostly I wanted to give Topher a goddamn BREAK because my man was about to lose his goddamn mind.

This has been sitting in my email drafts for... five years? 09/2018, to be precise.

Free to a good home, be kind to Topher (we know what happens to him, my boy needs love.)

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while."  Topher was stressing hard, but trying to keep his voice calm for the Active in the chair.

"Shall I go now?"

"Oh my God, YES PLEASE." He coughed, and shook his head. "I mean, if you like." Topher retreated into the post-imprint script even as every molecule of his being vibrated under his skin.

The Active and her handler left the lab, and Topher collapsed onto his couch. He wanted to go fully fetal, wrap his arms around his head, pull up his hoodie and scream until his voice was gone. Because honestly, he was having real trouble with the thought of his plans for his tech in the hands of people who were not him. But worse, it had been Adelle who had betrayed him, and that was the current bomb about to crack his coconut.

But he didn't trust Ivy within a league of his programming station, much less his imprints. And Doctor Whiskey Saunders was bat guano insane and prone to doing things like stalk him in the server room where he slept--past tense, notice, because he didn't sleep any more. Not with crazy doctor lady on the loose.

So he was working on a thirty-six hour no-sleeping binge, and he was starting to think that he was the one in need of a treatment, because Dolls didn't really care about things like misused tech and betrayal.  Or not sleeping.  Or crazy ex-Doll doctors.  

"Okay!"  Topher shot up off the couch, jerking himself awake with a shout.  The fact that he was even *considering* wiping his own coconut and wandering out with the bison meant that he needed help, capital-H Help, and it was quite possible there was no one in the House who cared enough to help.

"Topher?"  

"Aaah!"  He jerked, shocked as he turned around.  "Boyd!"  Of course, and Echo behind him.  "You... you... I told you I was gonna make you wear a bell if you didn't stop!"  The comment was directed at Echo and Boyd equally, though it was Echo he'd warned.  

"You need to get out of here for a little while," Boyd said calmly.  

"You're tired," Echo said just as quietly, and her fingertips reached out to gently touch the bags under his eyes.  "You need to sleep.  But you don't."

"Uh, no, there's about a thousand things on my mind keeping me from sleeping, and even if I was tired--which I'm not--" he was actually beyond exhausted and headed into sleep-deprivation.

"Trust me."  Echo pointed to the chair.  "Make me safe to help you."

Topher cocked his head to the side, and then looked back at Boyd.  "What is she saying?"

"Echo is booked on an anonymous gig who paid twice the normal fee to not give a name.  Only an address where the Active is to be dropped off," Boyd clarified.  "So you print her as whatever you need.  Bodyguard, teddy bear, exotic dancer that plays video games, I don't know.  Print her, take her, and go here."  He gave Topher a key.  "That's the executive suite at the Forrester, on the other side of town.  Ivy will take over printing for a couple of days, and you come back after you've gotten 48 hours of downtime."  

[misscrazyfangirl321]

topher & adelle: i just didn't want to disappoint you.

"I just didn't want to disappoint you," he murmurs into her shoulder.

She isn't altogether sure who he's talking to today; his bad days are getting worse, and often, he forgets who even she is. Always, though, he trusts her. Always, he loves her, he clings to her with all that he is, and she holds him through the pain.

No matter who he thinks she is, though, her answer is the same. "You didn't, darling. You never have."

Sometimes simple assurances help, but not today; today he squirms, whimpers, and clutches her sweater in his shaking hands. "Wanted to make you proud. Always. I always wanted to make you-" He pauses, as if the word escapes him briefly, before he finishes (soft, barely audible): "Proud."

Tears burn her eyes, but she won't allow them to fall, not right now. He needs her strength; it's clear he's out of his own. "I am proud."

"But I can't fix it. I can't-can't-" He exhales sharply. "Can't fix it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-so, so, sorry-I-"

He's spiraling, and it's all she can do to hold him up. "It's alright. Shhhh, sweetheart, it's alright." If he truly can't fix it, that's actually quite bad, but he's been through this before: Moments of hopelessness, of utter despair, only to wake up the next day with a new idea, with renewed hope. She's long learned how to ride out the waves. "Get some rest, hm?"

"Can't." Whether he means 'can't rest,' or he's simply echoing his earlier confession that he cannot fix this world they've broken, she isn't altogether sure. Either way, she cards her fingers through his hair, murmuring assurances against his ear.

Little by little, the tension drains from him, as he relaxes in her arms. His breathing evens out, and she knows sleep is pulling him under.

Good. "Sleep," she tells him, soft enough that he does not stir. "We'll have time enough to fix it tomorrow."

At least for the moment, it's still true.

[roomselfcontain2]

Pop ceiling design semi Selfcontain single room decorations available for rent cute rooms with stable power supply running water and security located at Rumuosi new layout in port Harcourt city rivers state Nigeria

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 25: barbed wire / insults / tear stains

Day 25 for @augustofwhump.

Back to A Small Break, the Original/Dollhouse Xover - Elijah became a Doll to escape dealing with his family, it doesn't go as expected but Elijah pleased with a break.

follow after Worst Timing

----

For all Niklaus Mikaelson thought he was uncontrollable and untouchable, Sage had watched him toddle behind Esther and Elijah once, long ago, she knew far better that.

Rebekah may have been the queen in Klaus’ deck of cards to his King but Elijah was the Ace.

So it wasn’t as difficult to talk Klaus into listening to her, agreeing to meet him at her apartment once she finished, she had the information on his brother. It wasn’t hard to see Elijah not knowing him, not showing a hint of recognition had shaken him.

For a moment he was that toddler again hand reaching for one of his comforts to find them gone, Elijah somehow out of his reach despite just being in his hands. 

— 

Using supernatural speed she gets back in time to see the end of the process, slipping into the imprinting room as the lights brighten again, Topher already filling in for her leaving her to watch.

“Hello, Uniform.” the programmer chirped, “How are you feeling?”

“Did I fall asleep?” Uniform asked softly as the chair sat up, Percy’s accent gone.

“For a little while.” Topher breamed offering Uniform a lollipop while patting him on the head, Topher was fond of all the dolls; like pets or more likely true like toys but after centuries watching humans’ Sage had learnt the differences. Tropher’s attachments to the dolls was innocent, it spoke of a lonely childhood and far too much pride in his intelligence.

“Shall I go now?” Uniform recited the script as he tried to offer the lollypop back and was ignored, Sage knew she would likely end up with the lolly given to her as was Uniform's habit, the Doll shared Elijah’s dislike for chemical sweetness.

“If you like.” Tropher nodded before turning away already bored, she stepped into the room properly and was met with a wide smile as Uniform noticed her.

“Are you going to tell us what happened?” Tropher asked as he noticed her after Uniform had gotten up from the chair, “and why poor Percy here” the man waved the drive at her ”will need a rework before he’s used again since his boyfriend’s dead.”

“Uniform’s possessive little brother found him.” she explained flatly.

“Uniform doesn’t- oh original personality, E-Eli-Elijah right? Do I need to whip up someone to help get rid of him, or is Uniform retiring for a family reunion?” Tropher questioned almost bouncing in place.

Sometimes it worries her that the human responsible for improving the technology that could effect Vampire's minds no matter how strong or protected was little more than a child.

“I’m dealing with it, -" she started, already aware Dominic would be collecting her for a meeting with Dewitt before she could leave tonight.

If they caught her, she had only returned to ensure Uniform was settled and if Elijah hadn’t suddenly decided to stop playing this game.

Then again dealing with the pair of them was somewhat amusing and without risk compared to the fact Klaus Mikaelson was likely pacing a scar into her carpet.

She was about to explain more when a soft voice from the door stopped her.

“I was sad?” Uniform asked standing in the doorway, eyes fixed on his fingers making Sage notice the tear stains still covering his cheeks.

“Here, let me,” she told him as she stepped closer, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe them away, the likely last remains of Percy Knowles as he was. “It's all better now.” she smiled at him in reassurance.

“No.” Uniform shook his head telling her quietly enough that Topher couldn’t hear. “Other me is silent.” 

She frowned at the underlying meeting, the real Elijah was aware of Klaus’ return and had either frozen or was refusing to deal with it. 

Sage understood Elijah slightly, she knows he’s been stuck managing his siblings for centuries and did deserve a break but she would have preferred he hadn’t chosen to take one while her husband wasn't stuck in Niklaus’ hands.

Or that he hadn’t given up his body and left himself helpless most of the time while doing so.

He couldn’t just take a normal break, could he?

“That just means I'll have to deal with it, doesn’t it?” She smiled a little too sharply.

“You’ll be careful, won't you?” Uniform asks her with wide dark eyes and clear open concern and care.

It's times like this that she understands Elijah’s fondness for Uniform, in a way he is Elijah, just stripped of all the pain and hurt that changed him into who he is now. 

Because that's the same look Sage had seen Elijah at age six  send Finn everytime he left with their father alone for a hunting trip.

The look had vanished when Mikael started taking his second son with them.