i fix things.

i inherited the forehead and the bad attitude.

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the zanza cinematic universe presents:   b’elanna torres.

influenced heavily by headcanons and canon divergence,  of star trek,  by zanza. established 2015,   revamped 2022.

SHE/THEY   /   27   /   MOUNTAIN TIME

carrd.    memes.    headcanons.   character study.

ALSO FOUND AT:   @ltcmdrdax​,   @cptnseven,  @ltcmdruna,  @libraryguarded,  @trustschaos,  @nightsung,  &&   @galaxyraised​.

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AMBASSADOR TORRES-PARIS,     cir. 2398.

*   writing partners can reblog!!

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↳    POST VOYAGER,    2378 - early 2400s.

                after a damn long time working as an engineer she can’t give it up so she takes a lot of lil jobs here and there but almost exclusively in positions where she could be near her family, including lecturing at the academy from time to time. she also has an honorary position at the daystrom institute where she also occasionally teaches and can basically come and work on research any time as she feels like it or has time on her hands.  eventually she becomes the federation’s ambassador to the klingon empire,  almost fifteen years after voyager makes it back (late 2392).  overall she just doesn't sit still very well, hence the multiple 'jobs', but never takes any assignment where she's away from her family for longer than a month at a time tops unless it's absolutely necessary.

PARTNER SPECIFIC INFORMATION:   @conzierge​ and i have established that she and tom have four kids in total.  beyond miral,  there’s no information developed on any of them,  but they exist!

VERSE DEFAULT:   by default i ship tom and b’elanna so they’re together and v happy,  but this can be adjusted for other ships or to adapt to a partner’s canon divergence(s)    [within reason - for example,  i won’t change the fact that i ship them just because you don’t if your muse has nothing to do with their relationship].  honestly i’ll probably go with what lyn and i have plotted as a base because it’s the most established plotting i’ve done,  but this can and will be adjusted based on my writing partner and their muse(s).

[anneboleyns]

“There is room in every good story for a little bit of passion.” “You know, maybe you’re on to something. I could add a steamy love scene between the Starfleet conn officer and the Maquis engineer.” “Oh, that’s realistic.”

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PROMPT,   accepting.

consciousness is slow to return,   and in the end  —  in the midst of her stirring  —  it’s the sound of   (  @conzierge​​‘s  )   voice as he speaks to...  someone else that pulls her into a state where she can actually open her eyes.  a moment later he’s addressing her,   "i thought i'd never see you again."   the words are filled with relief,  it’s quiet and soft and that itself leaves b’elanna almost tempted to shy away.  apparently she’s just not used to the level of tenderness that emanates from her husband.  the urge continues to rise;  one telling her to defend herself,  to tense up,  to do something to fight against what she assumes is the incoming chastisement.  but no harshness comes,  not now.  instead,  it’s only relief.  

through the fog that’s clearing a little at a time,  b’elanna manages to soften,  swallowing the lump in her throat as she processes the fact that she’d spent days thinking the same.  god,  she’s here  —  she’s alive  —  she’s back.  her body aches from the still-healing injuries acquired on an away mission gone so wrong,  but in her relief?  she can’t bring herself to care.  

despite her body’s protests,  she pushes herself into a seated position,  breathing shakily as arms are thrown around tom.  eyes squeeze shut as she processes the fact that he’s solid,  that she can feel the warmth emanating from his body,  the comfort of the familiar scent envelops her in the same way as her favorite blanket.   “i know the feeling,”   words are quiet,  trembling as b’elanna holds him as tightly as she can manage.  the rest of the away team hadn’t made it,  and last she remembers she’d been in bad shape  —  entirely certain she’d be next  —  and while guilt bubbles beneath the surface?  she can’t let herself feel that now,  though,  not yet.   “i can’t believe you found me,”

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conzierge​:

GALAXYRAISED ;   B’ELANNA TORRES ,   @inheritedattitude​

she never thought she’d be here.   never once in her entire life had b’elanna ever pictured herself with a family.  hell,  she’d never known what a family really looked like until the maquis had provided her with that sense of belonging that a woman so entangled in the vines of navigating such a complicated identity had brought on her.  then voyager had surpassed even that,  bringing her real friends,  people who love and support her.  to think that anything could ever beat out that feeling…  unimaginable until she’d married tom,  unimaginable until holding their daughter in her arms not so long ago now.  b’elanna can’t even comprehend the fact that all those months ago she’d wanted to change anything about the child in tom’s arms,  because now?  now it’s exceedingly clear that their little girl is nothing but perfect.   “with her,”   she echoes,  words filled with awe.  a second later she’s settling onto her back to gaze with unsurpassed adoration at the family that’s  all her own.  the little girl who’d been teased,  mocked,  abandoned,  and so fucking angry…  b’elanna can feel the healing that continues with every stride made to bring herself everything she’d deserved back then.   “i’m just glad she doesn’t have to grow up on a starship.  we’d have managed,  i know,  but our daughter gets to grow up under the sun…  dreaming about space instead of dreaming about having the ground under her feet.”   the thought nearly brings tears to her eyes   ❪  that’s a lie and she knows it,  the way her world is suddenly just a little bit blurred as she looks at it through tears of relief   ❫.   the question posed is one that makes her laugh as b’elanna nods,   “oh,  she’s definitely going to beat you at hockey,  i can tell,” 

                    feigned insult tugs on the corners of a mouth and while arms continue rocking his small daughter,   tom gives b’elanna an overdramatised glare.     “ what you were supposed to say,  honey,  is   ‘ no, you’re always gonna be the best hockey player in the galaxy ’. ”     miral widens her eyes,   seemingly perplexed by the interaction and before tom knows it,   her small fingers reach for her mom.   he relents,   presses a little kiss against her forehead and hands her over.   she is perfect,   but then again :   so is b’elanna.   with miral in her arms,   the kindness he’s known to be buried underneath her tough shell comes forward.   and he’s never seen himself as a father when he was younger,   never thought he had it in him to care for something so small and fragile.  ( dreamed of it,  yes,   what man hasn’t? )   but as eyes settle on his small family again,   it’s clear that the only thing that’s been missing was her :   if there’s anyone able to make him want to become better,   it’s the teased,  mocked,  abandoned,  angry child that hides underneath b’elanna’s overconfident exterior.   he can’t imagine a better mother.

hands are restless now that they’re empty,   arms cross loosely over his chest ;   and it’s funny,   tom thinks,   how he’s already missing her weight in his arms.     “ i heard the starfleet provides apartments for the whole crew,   so it seems we can start decorating the nursery once we’re back on earth. ”     again,  grin appears.   a nursery :   he wouldn’t have expected it to sound beautiful or exciting.   it does.     “ do you think we need to…   put knives on the wall?   are there baby-safe knives in klingon nurseries? ”

she moves a little,  restlessly,  adjusting until she rests slightly elevated on her elbows,  eager to watch her husband and daughter getting to know one another.   it’s everything b’elanna’s struggled so much to allow herself to imagine...  and so much more  —  in fact,  a part of her sits questioning how it is her heart hasn’t burst from just how much she’s feeling.   “hey,  you can be upset if you want,  but i really don’t think i’m wrong,”   amusement fills every word as they’re offered teasingly.   “she’s just got something about her...  makes me think she’s gonna outshine us in every way,”   b’elanna thinks miral must agree based on the sudden eagerness to return to her arms,  where she’s held with all the care she deserves.  gaze drifts to their daughter,  a smile on her lips as a thought continues to repeat over and over  —  it almost feels necessary for b’elanna to remind herself that this is real.  seven years ago she never could’ve imagined this moment...  it’d felt so out of reach,  but it’s not.  it’s really happened,  she’s here with the two people in the universe she loves more than she can say  —  more than she’d thought herself capable of loving.

a thumb brushes lightly against one of the tiny,  perfect,  rosy cheeks of the child in her arms,  something soothing about the soft skin beneath fingers that are calloused from hours spent with engineering tools gripped so diligently as she’d worked to keep the ship in one piece.  somehow,  in this moment,  it feels like all of that work had been for the child drifting to sleep  —  the daughter who’s so warm and beautiful and perfect.   “that’ll take a weight off,”   b’elanna hums,  attention shifting to tom as soon as she’s certain miral’s asleep,    “i can’t imagine having to search for somewhere to live on top of every other adjustment we’ll have to make.”   truthfully,  she can’t quite wrap her head around the fact that they’re so close to earth at all,  it’s all happening so fast.  at the question posed,  eyes roll and she shakes her head,   “have i ever seemed like a typical klingon to you,  tom?  why would i know that?”   asking a question of her own seems only fair,   “but...  we do have the bat’leth from captain kholar,  it’s hers,  it might as well go on the wall.  it’ll be a while before she’s old enough that it becomes potentially dangerous.”   

a pause follows,  concern for him suddenly taking over as she considers just how close they are to home,   “hey,  everything about her aside...  i’m sure you’ll be seeing your father soon.  how’re you feeling about that?  it’s sudden,  you haven’t had time to really process.  i bet it’s all a little overwhelming,”   it is for her,  and she still hasn’t decided whether or not she actually intends to see her father in person  —  her father isn’t the admiral in charge of project voyager,  so b’elanna can’t imagine how tom’s feeling.

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klingonblooded​:

those of klingon blood within the federation were bound to conjure this specific idea of what exactly they were in the minds of everyone around them,  living among humans who only knew of the more abrasive traits.  nevermind that every klingon that he knew of besides himself were partially human,  raised with largely human ideals in mind,  straying from the regular course of a klingon’s life.  years of being treated a certain way by virtually anyone you met he could see why she might arrive at such a hasty judgement.

“suppose i can understand why you might rush to such an assumption,  there was indeed a time where i would have approached you as i would one of our people from the empire,  however i’ve come to the realization years ago that not every klingon raised within the federation hold our peoples’ customs.  my approach has changed appropriately to reflect that.  as for your history as a maquis…  it is my opinion that putting on a starfleet uniform to take on such a responsibility as seeing voyager and it’s crew through a perilous journey is enough to wipe your slate clean of wrongdoings,  your exploits are worthy of song.”   the more he learned about the plight of voyager and the brave crew aboard his opinion only became more justified,  in fact,  he found it hard to imagine that anyone else would think the opposite.

pausing for a moment he nodded his head.   “i believe those are the only remarks that i have to share based on what little information known about you.”

she’s heard stories about the first klingon in starfleet.   throughout the academy,  it’d been one more comparison that’d fueled her anger and bitterness  —  the idea that her klingon half was all most people were capable of seeing had hurt.  it’d stung.  it’d reminded her so thoroughly of things b’elanna would much rather forget.  maybe she’s the one who’d come into this encounter with assumptions,  with feelings on which she’d reacted...  feelings that hadn’t actually stemmed from anything recent.

she bristles at the reference to the maquis and ‘wrongdoings’  —   grief had come at such a cost,  it’d taken so much from her to even try to process the loss   —  but b’elanna does her best to push past it.  that’s not an argument she wants to get into now,  not really,  not with somebody who’d been involved throughout the duration of the war that’d brought the slaughter of so many of her friends.  it’s something they’re both close to,  that feels safe to assume,  even though it’s in vastly different ways. 

“well...  i guess being worthy of a song is all a klingon can ask,”   b’elanna notes,  certain of that much,  at least  —  even though she’s the furthest thing from the sort of klingon who believes in such things.   “i’m not much for klingon custom,  admittedly,”   though she’s grown closer to that side of herself over the last few years,  the encounter with the klingon ship in the delta quadrant especially had brought about a shift in her views of the warrior race she’s so vehemently run from for years,   “but i can appreciate that for the honor it is.  thank you,”

an incredulous laugh follows,  though it’s not one offered of malice or anything of the sort...  no,  it’s amusement,   “wow,  you mean you’re not the sort to make wild assumptions based on rumor or stereotype?  i think i might actually like you,”

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bcldlygo​:

“What Adventures with Flotter is any better? Come on Be’Lanna, she’ll be fine. I’d stay up with her anyway.”

“adventures with flotter was created for children,”   deadpan incredulity pairs with gaze drifting back to the padd in her hand,   “captain proton wasn’t.  i just don’t think she’s old enough to be battling chaotica or that robot of his,  tom,”

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starstrekked​:

❝      Lt.   Torres   ,      we   hardly   interact.   I   figured   it   was   time   for   me   to   make   my   way   over   and   offer   you   some   company.      ❞      Neelix   pipes   up   ,      sitting   across   from   her.      ❝      As   chief   morale   officer   ,      it   is   my   duty   to   ensure   that   the   crew   is   in   good   spirits.   Are   you   in   good   spirits   today   ?      ❞   @inheritedattitude​   // starter call for test muses

arms cross over her chest at the unexpected words,   at the unexpected company,   gaze meeting neelix’s as the question posed is processed.  chief morale officer...  it’s one of those days where the self-anointed chief  —  in concept alone  —  makes her want to hit something.  there aren’t any other morale officers,  she’s so tempted to lash out and point that out,  so being chief doesn’t even mean anything.  neelix doesn’t deserve that though,  so she bites her tongue,  instead deciding she should probably actually answer the question he’d asked.   “sure,  neelix,  my spirits are just great.” 

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* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

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@bcldlygo​   ⇾   to the journey :  twenty-three years in space.

eyebrows lift,  a hand on one of her hips as she looks up from her padd,   “don’t you think she’s a little young for captain proton?  what if she has nightmares?  because you’ll be the one staying up if she does,”

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wait older b’elanna is such a fox

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scaly eyes blink faster than the speed of warp ten. repitilian head tilts to the side curiously at the fleet's engineer before letting out a shriek, which the universal translator caught on : "are you my step-mommy?" they ask since they just witnessed their father kissing this woman

gany i'm gonna block you

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fatalelity​:

one brow quirks in fascination at how the engineer chooses to acknowledge her presence. a sign of amusement perks up through a faint smile. she sips her coffee before speaking,  ❝  they’re down? well, good thing i’ve had something to eat already.  ❞   eyes peering over, lips pursing ever so slightly.  ❝  i just … wanted to see how you were doing after uh, the encounter with dreadnought,  ❞  addison pauses as her features soften.  ❝  i’m sorry for your loss.  ❞

her scowl lingers for a moment longer,   annoyance shifting in its focus as she huffs,  rolling her eyes.  “yeah,  they’re down.”   she’s in such a bad mood,  and does it even make sense?  dreadnought had tried to kill her.  it’d tried to kill an innocent population.  why should it bother her now?  it’s over.  dreadnought’s gone.  b’elanna shakes her head,  finally meeting addison’s gaze,   “why are you sorry?  there’s nothing to be sorry for.   i’m fine.   you examined me yourself,  you gave me a clean bill of health...  has that changed?” 

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