#far tua long

[citree]

Hi! I think your TUA art is super cute and I especially love how you draw Diego and Lila. Can I suggest this prompt to you https://www.tumblr.com/deyathemuniz/718337695398658048

I envision Lila as Ken here. The vibes are very asylum era XD

oh they SO are

Later when they're all cutsey and domestic i like to think they have their first couple photo up on the wall like your typical family does, except their first picture together is a degraded mugshot from 1960's texas that prompts more questions than answers whenever they have company over

#THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR WEEKS SORRY #I finally got around to finishing it!! WOOF #thanks for the ask!!! ive been roating this in my brain for far too long #myart #fanart #asks #artists on tumblr #tua #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #diego x lila #barbie mugshot meme #dielila

[bisexuallilapitts]

S3 is so good in many ways, but some of my favourite ways are the dynamics

- the fallout between Allison and Viktor feels so real and painful on each end of the dynamic

- Klaus and Reggie? Need I say more?

- Five and Lila being frenemies (I love them so much)

- the Luther and Reginald dynamic!!!! It might have been a quieter thread through S3 but it definitely made itself known especially in 3x08/3x09 and I wanna scream about it so much

- Diego and Stan - just the idea of some kid from 1989 being like sure I'll fuck over a guy I've never met and Diego immediately adopting said kid, no notes

- Sparrow Ben and literally any of the Umbrellas - my dude my guy my emotionally stunted idiot and the embodiment of chaos family bonding:)

#some tua positivity #tbh a season could be terrible but as long as its got good dynamics ill forgive just about anything #that being said s3 is not terrible and is actually really good and has some of the best episodes to come out of tua so far #i figured ive been negative about tua recently so why not add a lil positivity #cause i do love this show i just also have criticisms #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua s3

[meteor-moon]

i just watched m3gan and i have no idea why my brain made this connection but: what if five hargreeves had android parts?

hear me out: mostly in the comics, but five had DNA replacement surgeries to make him not feel guilt or regret, basically making him a sociopath. in some AU, wouldn't it be kinda cool if instead of having serial killer DNA, he had a part of his brain be replaced by a robot/android brain, so he could be controlled and programmed by the commission so he could carry out assignments that normal humans could not do.

also, since he got his arm cut off in the show, maybe he could have a robot arm instead of the "every injury disappears when we turn back time" trope (cause i'm not happy they did that). or it could have been another thing the commission did when they first got him from the apocalypse just to improve his ablility to kill.

i also think that maybe they could've had that carry on to when he went back to find his siblings in the first episode, cause 13 year old five still had a tracker in his arm even though he wasn't taken to the commission at 13.

i just think it would be pretty neat to have a cyborg-like five. his voice could maybe be manipulated like that, having a sort of overlap-ish feel to it that robots have (like the two voices talking at once thing). his eyes could be manipulated by this as well, maybe one seems a little too inhuman. (his arm making little whirring sounds is also a plus.) if anyone wanted to draw this, that would be great! i can't seem to capture it in my style.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#oh jeez this was long #sorry #i have a lot of little things in my brain and they sometimes pour out #i really would like to see this #probably wouldn't happen in canon but i can dream #it's not really that far off from the comics #and god knows that the commission would definetly be able to make this work #anyway #five hargreeves #number five #headcanon #tua headcanon #tua fandom #tua #the umbrella academy #random stuff from my brain #cyborg!five au

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

I LOVE YOUR NEW HEADER GIF THINGY

Thanks. 😊

#It took me far too long to edit. 💀 #Ask #Tua rp #Tua rp blog

[louisetaylor]

The Umbrella Academy: Here's a character whose quietness, lack of feeling, and wish for creative pleasure you can relate to. Also, she feels like an outsider in her own family.

Me: cool. I now identify with this character while watching your show.

TUA: she connects with a nice guy who listens to her, goes off her meds, pushes away her motherly big sister, and rediscovers her feelings and unique powers.

Me: cool, that feels great. what happens to Vanya feels like it's happening to me.

TUA: Her motherly older sister warns her about strange men; the lover then turns out to be exploiting her for her powers. She was wrong about everything, including herself. Her lashing out at Allison, instead of being a cathartic release of years of anger, is a tragic mistake. Vanya is understandably but dangerously Wrong About Everything.

Me: ...

Me: Listen, I get that your story is about the toxic potential of the outsider mentality and Vanya's need for connection with her family. it's about family coming to understand each other, and showing people that you're not automatically right and good just because you're left out. But here's the thing...if Vanya feels bad about what she's done, and the danger and near-tragedy her emotions led her into, then I feel the same way. I feel like I've just been taught a Valuable Lesson on Strange Men by a know-it-all older sister whose mothering feels invasive. I feel like my anger (and all my feeling) is dangerously destructive and must always be carefully measured by its consequences to others. This doesn't feel cathartic or helpful. It feels limiting and lecturing and everything I don't need.

TUA: Sorry, but we already made the show. Also, Klaus stops dressing gothically cool, becomes less Fun (though still awesome) and more Lectured on Being Sorry For Himself by his Know-It-All Brother. Oh, and Five has to let go of Delores. Character development isn't growing and learning and finding power and pleasure and understanding and love. It's Moral Improvement and Admitting your Wrongness.

Me:

Me: @gerardway Well now I feel like I AM the broken, the beaten and the damned

(Disclaimer: A lot of people will probably disagree with this, and I understand the show is probably helpful and cathartic and Good to many people, but I can't be the only one who feels like I'm being Taught A Lesson every time I consume a media made after 2016)

#the umbrella academy #tua #i've only seen season 1 so far #vanya hargreeves #vanya #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #don't @ me #gerard way #rant #long post

[ronwestbreeze]

you'll see me again

pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings: annngst :(

summary: in which you and sully go visit your son at the metkayina spirit tree. ( takes place after shallow end )

word count: 0.9k

author's note: drabble time!!! yeah i almost cried a few times while writing this. as i've stated in the summary this takes place just a little bit after shallow end and before you end up pregnant with tua. i also listened to this song while writing it, made it a lot more emotional for me haha. enjoy!

“I’m ready.”

Jake watched you carefully, his face soft. “Are you sure?”

No, you weren’t. But despite all of that, you wanted to. Despite how heavy your heart was, you just wanted to see him. That was all that mattered in the end. Just him.

When you didn’t answer right away, Jake rubbed your arm to gain your attention, “We don’t have to…we can wait a little while longer until you—”

“No. It will be today.” You step into the canoe boat and pat the seat across from you, “Come. The daylight won’t last long.”

With a quiet nod, Jake sunk into the canoe with you and the both of you began rowing your way through the waters. Ronal had shown you their Spirit Tree way back, after Aawpok’s funeral. She had told you that you are free to come here whenever you need to. At the time you appreciated her being kind enough to do that for you, but back then you had no interest in ever coming back there. It was far too fresh then. Hurt too much. Anger and resentment prevented you from ever going.

Back then you were sure you would never forgive him. You were sure you would never come here. And yet here you were. With Jake, slowly reconciling, and going to visit your son.

When you finally reached the cove and spotted the pool with the tree, you felt your breaths become small and your chest tight. The canoe stopped just a few feet away from it, but you did not move from the boat.

Jake stayed quiet while watching you. For some reason that didn’t help much and only aggravated you.

“Stop it.”

He frowned at you but looked out toward the pool, “We can still turn back.”

“Jake, please.” You finally willed yourself to get out of the canoe and into the waters. “I understand you are trying to help, but I…” You gripped the side of the boat, pushing back any tears that threatened to come.

Jake nodded and got out of the boat and into the water next to you, “Okay. Okay, I get it. Hey, look,” He grabbed your face so that you were looking at him. Really looking at him. And you saw that he too was struggling. That he was holding back every emotion to keep himself sane. “I’m with you. I want to see him too.”

With that, the two of you swam closer toward the pool. Jake placed a hand on your stomach, “Just breathe in, okay? I’ll do it with you.”

As the two of you took in deep breaths and exhaled, you realized how shaky your breathing had been. And if Jake noticed, he didn’t say anything. Just breathed with you. And breathed. And breathed. And breathed.

Until the two of you had sunk down together. You were still barely used to being underwater for a long period of time but you remained calm like the Metkayina people had taught you and gasped Jake’s hand as you swam over toward the tree together.

Once you got close enough, Jake took his queue and gestured toward the glowing stems. Hesitantly, you caught your own queue and moved closer toward the tree. You watched as Jake connected his with the tree, eyes closing. After seconds of hesitation, you finally connected with the tree.

The world changed around you. And suddenly, you were somewhere in the trees, back home. It had been so long since you were here, so long since the war had started you had nearly forgotten what your home had looked like until now.

“Mama!”

Quickly, you turn your head to find a child version of your son, Aawpok, hanging from one of the trees upside down with a big grin on his face. “Look at me! Dad taught me how to do this today!”

You watched as Aawpok swung from branch to branch until he landed in the tree with you, spreading his arms wide with a big smile, “Ta-da!”

At that moment, your knees had a mind of their own and fell to the ground just so you were at the same eye level as him. You cupped his little face in your hands and smiled, “My little boy.”

Aawpok pouted, “Mama, don’t cry again! You always do that!”

A laugh left your lips despite your tears, “I’m sorry, I know your mama’s a big crybaby.” You tickled his sides, earning a youthful giggle from his mouth.

A larger figure suddenly landed next to you and the both of you looked up to find it was Jake, his own eyes soft and watery when seeing Aawpok. “Dad, did you see me? I did it! I was flying through the trees!”

Jake smiled, kneeling down next to you, “Yeah, son, I saw you, you did so good.”

Aawpok frowned, “Awww, Dad! Did Mama rub off on you? You’re crying now too!”

The both of you laughed,  “Yeah, I guess she did.” Jake placed a hand at the back of your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you go show us what you did again? I couldn’t see much of it before from the ground.”

Your boy grinned, “Okay!”

Aawpok jumped up to grab another branch and began jumping from tree to tree, calling back to the two of you to make sure you were watching. And your eyes never left him. Your tears never stopped as he kept going further and further away from you.

I’m glad I got to see you, my little boy.

Mom, you’ll see me again. Don’t be so dramatic!

Alright, I won’t.

#avatar jake #avatar jake sully #jake sully #avatar jake sully x reader #jake sully x reader #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar drabble #avatar imagine #avatar way of water #shallow series

[book-place]

Anti-Hero

Warnings: tua season 1 spoilers, mentions of killing and death, cursing, mentions of drugs, mentions of heart attacks, drinking, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Hargreeves siblings x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When you left, all of your siblings hated you, and now you were facing them once more

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

You let loose a long breath and glanced hesitantly up to the tall, menacing building before you. The building of your childhood, if you could even call it that.

To be completely honest, you didn’t even know why you had come back. You hated your father and your siblings hated you, so why would you show up to the man’s funeral, when they would all be there?

As much as you wanted to turn back around and hail another cab to get you as far away from this place as possible, you put on a brave face and pushed the door open, stepping into the vast entryway.

Barely three small steps had been taken inside by you when you froze at the sound of your name being called.

“Y/n,” Allison had her lips parted slightly in shock from where she and Vanya stood at the end of the hall.

You swallowed thickly, “Hey, guys,” You greeted in a voice that was barely even audible to yourself. You toyed with the ends of your gloves nervously.

“Oh, um,” Allison cleared her throat and strode across the room to see you, stopping a healthy three feet away, “It’s so good to see you, Y/n.”

The words were forced, and you knew it, but you gave her a tight lipped smile and a nod anyway.

“Yeah, same here, Y/n!” Vanya called, and you knew in that moment that after everything, she must have been almost as uncomfortable with being here as you were.

If your original gut instinct wasn’t any indication before, then this interaction told you everything about how this visit would go.

The sight of Diego crossing to the staircase caught all of your attention and he snapped something about Vanya not being welcome back before his eyes snapped over to you.

“Y/n,” He spoke in an awkward greeting before skirting past the three of you and clambering up the stairs.

Not only did your siblings hate you, but you just got confirmation that they were also still scared of you. After all these years, when they had grown up beside you and learned how to deal with your ‘gift’, and yet, they were still wary of what you could and possibly would do.

Midnights become my afternoons

You sat on the windowsill in the attic, legs dangling out the window as you looked up at the moon and stars.

“I figured that I would find you up here, Miss. Y/n.” You heard a voice sound behind you.

Unconsciously, you smiled and turned around, “Pogo,” You greeted kindly.

His smile was something that hadn’t changed a bit over the years, “It is so good to see you.” He said genuinely, walking over until he could grasp your gloved hand and squeeze it gently.

He had always been the only one who wasn’t afraid of you. Of what touching you could do to them. Of how painful their deaths would be if they laid a single finger on your bare skin. How without meaning to, you would slowly and excruciatingly kill them.

That’s why you wore gloves and long sleeves at all times, so that no one would unintentionally be hurt by you.

“It’s late,” You hummed when you pulled away, “What are you doing up?”

“Why, I came up here to ask you the same question.” He mused.

You shrugged nonchalantly, leaning your back against the wall, “I don’t usually go to sleep until really early in the morning.” You informed him.

“Well, that can’t be healthy.”

You laughed loudly, the first time you’d done so in what felt like many months, “It’s probably not.” You agreed once you sobered up.

Too busy looking back out the window, you failed to notice Pogo glance behind him and give a hidden figure a single nod of reassurance.

The only thing that brought your attention back to him was once he gave you a slight pat on your clothed knee, “I am always available if you wish to speak about anything.”

You smiled genuinely, “Thank you, Pogo.”

“Hey, n/n.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a new voice that spoke as soon as Pogo had left.

“Diego,” You breathed out.

“Listen,” He cleared his throat awkwardly as he shuffled into view, coming to a stop right in front of you- less than a healthy distance away, “I’m sorry about earlier. I just didn’t think you were actually gonna show.”

You smiled tightly, pulling your knees up to your chest, “Yeah, that makes two of us.”

He sighed, dropping down into a crouch before you and looking up into your eyes, “I know none of us left off on a good foot- especially with you- but I want you to know that I’m sorry. For everything.”

Your chest tightened at his words. After all these years of thinking every last one of your siblings despised you for who you were- what you could do- you never thought one of your brothers would be telling you that he didn’t actually hate you at all.

“T-thank you, Diego.” You choked out, eyes filling with tears, “That means a lot.”

When my depression works the graveyard shift

Your eyebrows furrowed as you took tentative steps towards your fathers old office, the one that was supposed to be vacant now that he was dead.

The clattering of objects only got louder the closer you got, and it was making you nervous. Perhaps someone had broken in when they heard that the billionaire was dead? The last thing you wanted was to have to resort to using your powers, because you doubted any of your other siblings would come to your aid. Expect of course, maybe Diego.

“Hello?” You called out slowly when you stepped into the room. At the sound of your voice, a head popped up from behind your fathers old desk with a wide grin, and you couldn’t help but relax slightly, “Klaus.” You breathed out.

“N/n!” Your brother squealed, jumping up the rest of the way and scrambling over to you with outstretched arms.

Alarmed, you took a sudden step back, and he stopped short when he noticed.

“Oh!” He giggled, placing a hand near his mouth, “I forgot about the whole no touchie thing!”

“What are you doing in here?” Your eyes shone in curiosity, pushing down the thoughts that threatened to swarm your mind about Klaus’s first instinct being to hug you.

“You know,” He waved a dismissive hand, “Just getting ahead on my inheritance.”

Despite yourself, your lips twitched upward slightly at the words, “Really?” You asked in slight amusement.

The man’s jaw dropped open and he stared at you with wide eyes, “Was-was that a smile I just saw? Gosh, my memories from when we were kids consisted of you being completely stone-face.” He let out a shrill giggle again, “Though, I suppose I’m now the one that’s stoned!”

Whatever form of a smile had adorned your face immediately fell and you crossed your arms tightly over your stomach.

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

This was terrible.

The silence was painful to sit through. You must have looked like you had an itch with the way you were shifting back and forth on the couch you stiffly sat on beside Vanya.

Nobody was making eye contact with one another, it was just all of you- once siblings, now complete strangers- sitting in a tense circle in your childhood living room.

Finally, Luther cleared his throat and pushed himself off of the couch that was directly across from you, “So, I guess we should get started.” Everyone’s eyes snapped over to the man that had grown more than a little bit over time, “So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot.” He spoke awkwardly.

“Dad had a favorite spot?” Allison’s eyebrows had shot up alongside yours in surprise.

Luther’s own eyebrows furrowed, “You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time.” He looked around for anyone to agree with him, only to be met with bewildered looks, “None of you ever did that?”

You shook your head softly, looking down at your hands that fiddled with one another from where they rested in your lap.

Klaus strolled over and began talking loudly, and you sat back and watched silently as everyone went back and forth a little bit.

“Listen up,” Luther tried to reign the family in once more when they got off track, “Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?”

“Like what?” Diego asked with a roll of his eyes from where he was leaning against a pillar near the fireplace.

“Like the way he died.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open a little as you looked at him, everyone else adorning similar looks.

“I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Vanya piped up in confusion.

“Yeah, according to the coroner.”

“Well, wouldn't they know?”

“Theoretically.” It was clear that Luther was beginning to realize that he had made a mistake by bringing this all up.

“Theoretically?” It was the first time you had spoken up, and you felt a couple of the others glance at you as you did so.

Yet again, your siblings began to bicker back and forth, and you sank lower into the couch cushions, not at all liking the way their voices raised more and more by the minute.

“Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad.” Diego’s voice snapped you harshly back to the present and a dangerous silence overcame the entire room again.

You looked up at Luther in disturbance, only to find him already staring down at you. And all at once, you felt your mouth go dry and your throat begin to close up slightly, “You don’t actually think-“

All around you, your siblings caught onto what Luther was really indicating and they adopted looks of shock. Diego let out a low whistle, “That’s messed up, man.”

“Look,” Number one stressed, “I’m just saying, according to the corner, there was nothing wrong with him. With your powers- you could painfully kill a person without showing a mark.”

You hadn’t even realized when you had stood up, but flinched back violently, as if struck, “You think I would kill him?” You whispered with tears forming in your eyes against your will.

Allison pursed her lips and averted her gaze when you desperately looked around for help, making you realize that she was uncertain as well.

“Wow,” You breathed out tearfully, shaking your head back and forth softly before shuffling out of the room.

“Y/n, wait-“

“Good job, Luther.” Diego scoffed and hit his shoulder against his brothers as he trailed after you, “Way to lead.”

I should not be left to my own devices

Somehow, not too long after leaving the living room, you ended up in the courtyard surrounded by your sibling, gazing up with wide eyes at something floating in the sky.

“What is it?”

“Don’t get too close!” Allison called, moving to place her arm in front of you and Vanya, who had your mouths dropped open and took unconscious steps forward.

“Yeah, no shit!” Diego yelled back over the wind, eyes glared against the harsh wind whipping straight at all of you.

Per usual, everyone kept shouting back and forth at one another about what to do, and in doing so, Allison dropped her arm and you were able to slowly creep forward.

Just then, someone fell out of the thing in the sky, landing in a heap right in front of your feet, but everyone was too busy glaring at each other to notice.

“Guys…” You called back cautiously, “Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?”

They come with prices and vices

You sat on the stairs with your head in your hands, still trying to wrap your mind around everything.

At the beginning of the day, you had come back home expecting to say your goodbyes and possibly even make peace with your father. But now, your long lost brother is back, and not only that, but he claims to have been way older than any of you, whilst being stuck in the body of his thirteen year old self.

“Hey, n/n,” Said brother greeted, strolling over to where you sat with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a sandwich.

You linked your fingers behind your head and tried to smile at him, but you had no doubt that it came out as a grimace, “Five.” You greeted.

Before his disappearance, Five had been the only one who truly was never afraid of you. Even if Diego claimed not to be now, you knew he was still slightly wary, and with good reason too.

“I take it things didn’t go well after I left?” He asked, plopping down onto the stairs beside you.

A small chuckle left your lips at his bluntness. Same old Five.

“No,” You agreed, “They never stopped being scared of me. And I never stopped being scared of myself.” You admitted.

He had always been the only one you could tell everything to about yourself without the fear of judgment.

The two of you fell into a silence that consisted of him munching on his sandwich thoughtfully, “You know,” Five spoke up once he had polished it off, “I think the others have always been more intimidated by you than anything.”

Your eyebrows went up, “How so?” You never really saw yourself as an intimidating individual.

“Because you’re so much more powerful than we all are… and the old man knew that.” He stood up and gave you a tight lipped smile, patting you once on your clothed shoulder and disappearing up the stairs, leaving you to dwell in your thoughts.

I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)

Allison placed a finger over her mouth to signal for you and Vanya to stay silent from where your backs were pressed up against a wall opposite of her.

A large figure in a mask came creeping through the door that you stood on either side of with a large gun resting in his grip, making your heart tighten.

Right on cue, your sister lunged out, kneeing him in the stomach and punching him in the face the second he doubled over in pain.

Quickly, you ushered Vanya out of the room and made sure she was a safe distance away before spinning on your heel to face Allison and the man, the two now throwing punches at one another with the gun discarded to the side.

Without hesitation, you dove at the man and jumped onto his back, throwing him off balance and sending him to the ground.

When he fell, Allison reeled her foot back and sent it straight into his head, effectively knocking him out cold.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“You know, Y/n,” She spoke up, surprising you, “I don’t actually think you killed dad. I would never think that of you. I was just in shock that Luther would say such a thing that I didn’t know how to react. A-and I’m sorry for not saying anything when he accused you and I know I should have-“

“Allison.” You cut her off gently, “It’s okay.”

She visibly relaxed as if a weight had been taken off of her shoulders, “And listen, I know you think we all hate you,” She took a step forward and slowly placed a hand on your shoulder, eyes searching yours for any sign that you were uncomfortable with the close proximity. “But we don’t, I promise you we don’t. You were just always isolated from us by dad- and I’m not saying it isn’t partially our fault- because it is, but we’re not kids anymore so there’s no excuse for how we acted. I’m sorry.”

First Diego with the apologies, Klaus acting like everything was normal, and then Allison. You couldn’t believe that your siblings were actually trying to make up with you.

Similarly to how when your brother first talked to you like this, tears began to form in your eyes and you smiled up at her, “T-thank you, Allison. That- that means a lot.”

She shook her head gently, “I’m just sorry that it took so long for me to be able to say it.”

I wake up screaming from dreaming

You gasped, shooting upright with heavy pants as you tried to regain your breathing and keep it under control.

You have been through this routine enough times to know what to do so well that it’s almost like second nature to you at this point.

“Y-Y/n?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of Vanya's voice. She stood in the slightly opened doorway of your childhood room, where you had just been sleeping.

“Vanya,” You breathed out, leaning your back against your headboard, “What’s up?” You swallowed thickly and tried to seem as normal as possible.

The woman hesitated, “I… I left something here so I came back for it but I heard a scream…”

You let a breath loose and allowed your head to fall back, “Sorry,” You apologized in a whisper.

She shook her head back and forth vigorously, “No, no, it’s not your fault. I get it… I get nightmares too…”

You lulled your head to the side and looked at her, “Yeah?”

She nodded, hesitantly shuffling into the room before slowly sitting down on the end of your bed when you moved your feet for her.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked gently.

It was then your turn to shake your head, “No, no, it’s nothing I can’t handle- nothing I’m not used to.” You reassured.

“Well… I’m here if you ever need anything.”

You smiled softly, “Thank you, Vanya.”

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

“Five?” You looked up from your plate filled to the brim with breakfast foods your mother had cooked for you as you watched your brother swiftly walk by, “What’s going on?”

“I need to run an errand.” He answered curtly, “I’ll be back soon.”

Anxiety began to set in the pit of your stomach, “O-oh, do you want me to come with you?”

He quickly shook his head back and forth, “There’s no need, it could be dangerous.”

That made the fear double inside of you, “Are you sure you have to go?” You saw him freeze in his steps when he heard the worry seeping through your tone.

He sighed softly and turned around to face you, “It’ll be fine, I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, “It’s just… you didn’t come back once. What’s to say it won’t happen again?”

“Me.” He reassured you, “I say that it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. I promise.”

With that, he gave you one last of his rare smiles and continued out of the kitchen.

'Cause you got tired of my scheming (For the last time)

“Oh, sorry,” You mumbled, eyes immediately turning downwards the second you entered the living room, “I didn’t realize anyone was in here-“

“Y/n.” Luther immediately shot up from where he had been sitting on the couch, “No, I’m glad you’re here.” Your quick steps to exit the room paused, “We should talk.” He cleared his throat.

You eyed him hesitantly, “About what?”

“I’m sorry for saying that you killed dad!” He blurted out, cheeks turning red as he spoke, “It’s- it’s just that I was so upset and I didn’t know what really happened so I was creating scenarios that I didn’t even want to come true and-“ He stopped himself and took a deep breath to calm down, “And I know that it’s not an excuse, but I’m still very sorry for saying that you would ever be capable of something like that.”

You stayed silent for a moment before slowly nodding your head, “It’s okay,” You said softly, “I forgive you.”

“Really?” He sighed in relief, “Good, because I was scared for a moment there because I was acting like such an ass and-“

“Luther.” You tried to push away the small smile that threatened to grace your face, “I already said it’s fine, just leave it.”

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

“We’re like outcast buddies!”

You looked over at Klaus with a raised eyebrow at his words.

The two of you sat on the stools near the bar in your living room, sipping on some concoction of alcohol that was no doubt older than both of you combined and would have given your father a heart attack at seeing if he was still alive.

“I’m pretty sure all of our siblings are outcasts.” You reminded him.

He sat there, pondering your words for a moment before signing and swirling his straw in his drink, “No, no, I suppose you’re right.” He frowned a little bit and slumped his shoulders slightly.

“Do you… want to be outcast buddies?” You asked hesitantly, eyeing your brother.

Immediately, he perked up with a large grin, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He shrieked, “We can start a club! We can print t-shirts! We can invite new members-“

You chuckled, sitting back and watching in amusement as your brother got excited over seemingly nothing.

At tea time, everybody agrees

“Thanks for the food, mom, it looks delicious.” You said sincerely.

The woman smiled softly and reached over to cup your cheek, and you immediately leaned further into the touch. Because she wasn’t actually human, she could touch you without consequence. And though you knew it wasn’t the same as if another person touched you, you still took what you could get because it was all that you would get, even if it wasn’t real.

“Of course, sweetie.” She answered with that wide, kind smile of hers gently removing her hand after a moment and leaning down to place a ghost kiss on your forehead, making your eyelids flutter shut.

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

“It’s really weird to look at, isn’t it?” Five asked, walking up and standing beside you, gazing up at the wall.

It was a portrait of you and all your siblings, before Fives disappearance and Ben’s death, hanging in some random of the many hallways of the home.

“It is.” You agreed with a sigh, eyes taking it all in.

The way Five was the only one standing even remotely close to you in the painting didn’t escape your attention. Nor did the way everyone but him seemed to have their bodies angled away from you just slightly.

You forced yourself to tear your eyes away and you cleared your throat, “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we never had these powers?” You asked suddenly.

It had been a thought that had been eating away at you since you were at least seven, never having been voiced out loud by you.

“I try not to dwell on it,” Your brother admitted, “‘Cause there’s nothing we can do to change it.”

Despite his words, you allowed yourself, just for a moment, to picture what it would be like. To be able to hug people and shake hands without them having to worry for their life. To not be the scariest, most deadly person in any room you stood in.

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

All around you, walls were crumbling down and falling every which way. Each small piece of flying debris threatening to hit you.

Not so gracefully, you stumbled through the shaking building, blindly grasping onto the walls for support as you watched in horror as the house came apart all around you for reasons unknown to you.

“Y/n!” You whipped around at the sound of Luther, Allison, and Diego each calling your name and you began sprinting in their direction at the opposite end of the hall.

They each took a large step back when you neared though, causing you to pause, despite the fact that you needed to push on so that you didn’t get hit.

“What is it? What’s happening to-“ You began asking anxiously

“What did you do?” Luther’s words and tone of horror made the rest of your sentence die in your throat.

“How could you do something like this?” Allison whispered, and despite all the chaos, you somehow were still able to hear her. Her eyes shone with betrayal.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“Dad always said that you only reached the tip of the iceberg with your powers.” Diego was glaring at you coldly in a way that made even your heart freeze, “But I never thought you could be capable of something like this.”

“What-“

“Your powers are to destroy.” Luther hissed venomously, “You can kill everything around you, so why can’t you demolish everything in your path as well with just the touch of your bare fingers?”

Your lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, much like the walls around you, “I would never- I can’t even-“

“I can't believe we trusted you.” Allison shook her head and slowly began backing away once more, “We’ll never make that mistake again.”

The other two trailed after her once they threw more harsh glares your way, not even caring as you sank down to your knees in shock, oblivious to the house that was still caving in on itself all around you.

You had nothing to do with this, you had no idea what was happening. How could they think that you did? After everything, all the progress you all made?

Your suspicions that you had first stepped into this house what felt like years ago- when it had only, in reality, been days- were true.

Your siblings truly did hate you.

The Hargreeves 🦹- @lovanitu @your-local-questioning-agender @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @mukbee @i-writes-things @kiyomi-uchiha777

#book places 1 year event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #tua x reader #tua #luther hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves x reader platonic #luther hargreeves x sister reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader platonic #diego hargreeves x sister reader #allison hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader platonic #allison hargreeves x sister reader #klaus hargreeves x sister reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader platonic #five x reader #five x sister reader #five x reader platonic #viktor hargreeves x reader platonic #viktor hargreeves x sister reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #x sister reader #song fic #song inspired fic #song imagine

[theratboyking]

Sincerely Yours

Pairing: Various Papas x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: The papas send you a letter

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Primo:

La mia rosa,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health and that everything is running as well as it can be. It truly is a shame that the ministry could not spare you for even just a week. Italy is amazing this time of year; the flowers are in bloom. How I wish you could see them. Perhaps next time we will be able to spend a holiday back at the family's home. You would love it, I am absolutely sure of it. I’m hoping to be home soon. The days are starting to drag on. There’s only so much that I can put up of Nihil’s shit before I lose my mind.

Until you are in my arms again, Primo

Secondo:

la mia luce stellare,

You would think that with my retirement, these stupid trips for the ministry would come to an end. Or, at the very least, they would allow me to have the company of my wife at the very least. A week is far too long to be without you, stella. I feel as if I am a man stranded out at sea. Forever searching for your light. I long for your touch, your kiss, ooh satanas, I long to be lost in you. I hope you are following the rules amore, but then again you always love breaking them. Always love to keep your papa wanting more. Not even the dark lord is going to be able to keep me off of you when I return. I should be home by the end of the week and, with any luck, sooner.

With all my eternal love, Secondo Emeritus

Terzo:

La mia dea,

They say that poetry is the fruit of love. The way to the heart, as the scholars say, no? Words never seemed to allude me but with you, amore. But with you, all the charm I possess seems to slip from my grasp. No, you have sent this casanova crawling at your feet. I wish to bask in your light. I want my pleasure to begin and end with you. To spend my days with you. To spend my nights caught in your embrace. Oh, how I long to be in your arms, to hold you in mine. Come la mia anima invoca la tua. Il mio cuore raggiunge solo te. I can only hope you feel the same. Satanas, I hope you do.

Awaiting your response, Papa Terzo Emeritus iii

Copia:

Amore,

Perhaps it’s silly to be writing you, but would you indulge this old man. How are you? I hope the abbey is treating you well and that everything is still Okie Dokie. I am doing well, and so are the ghouls. They all send their best wishes to you. The crowds love us; we’ve reached new heights that I never even imagined. It’s just as we talked about cara mia. How I wish you were here to enjoy it with me. To be honest, life on the road is starting to lose its charm. I miss you, amore. I miss waking up and having you in my arms. Are you sure that you can’t spare at least a week? A week and I could die a happy man, amore.

Forever yours, Copia

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #copia #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus x reader

[dreadfulgirls]

Predictions/Things I’d like to happen in S4 of TUA

• In every season, there’s a main villain, such as the apocalypse in S1, the Commission in S2, and the Sparrows in S3. It’s kinda obvious that Reggie is the villain in this upcoming season, but I’m curious if Abigail(Reginald’s wife) will be a big deal. Like, will she be as bad as Reggie or a sweeter version?

• Like I said above, there are different villains, but there are also different locations. The Academy in S1, Elliott’s house in S2, and Hotel Obsidian in S3. My guess is that the main location will be an apartment. Like, I know that sounds basic and obvious, but in every season, the main location is always a homelike place. (Mansion, House, Hotel, Apartment?) It doesn’t seem super far off, and it could maybe be one of the Brellies apartment.

• Their powers!!!!! I’m so curious about their powers and stuff. So, at the end of S4, we see that the universe is reset(I think???) and so are their bodies. They have no tattoos, powers, and Luther’s body isn’t that of an ape anymore. I think that they’ll maybe find their powers somehow. Maybe there will be a fight, or Reginald has their powers with him? Idrk.

• Ever since I first watched the show, I’ve been super curious about the 43 children with powers. Like, we’ve seen 14 of them (The Umbrellas and Sparrows) but that still leaves 29 of them. It’d be so cool if they involved them. Like, maybe they get important in the timeline bc the Hargreeves seek them out for help? We don’t know if other super powered people are there, but it’d be really interesting if there was.

• I’ve seen a fee people on here say that there is a 6 year time jump in S4, and if it is true, how will they explain what happened to everyone? Will Luther be looking for Sloane all the time? How has he adapted to have a regular body? Diego and Lila’s kid will be born and 6 years old and they’ll be together(I hope, I love them so much). Allison has Ray and Claire, but how will she react to this? We know that she was an actor/celebrity, so maybe she’ll be in the spotlight. I have ZERO clue what Klaus will be doing. He’s so unpredictable, he started a CULT in S2, for gods sake. I’m genuine curious what Five will be doing bc he’s an actual genius. I feel like he’ll have gone to some bigwig college and will be actually successful in life. I’ve seen some sources say that the Ben we saw at the end of S3 was Sparrow Ben, and I love that idea. Sparrow Ben is such an asshole, but he’s so hilarious I can’t be mad at him. I feel like he’ll try and live a normal life, but it’d be hard since well…he’s Ben. I NEED Viktor to lead a nice life, poor boy. I think everyone collectively agrees that we need Viktor to play violin this season without blowing the moon up.

• That paragraph was… a lot, but here’s the final one. It is official that S4 will have only 6 episodes, which is so sad, but that just means that things will happen quicker. I really hope that we’ll have longer episodes. Regularly, the TUA episodes are 40-45 minutes long, but I’d love if we could get episodes that are an hour or more long.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #theories #predictions #text post #i yap too much #professional yapper #give us a good season steve blackman please!!!

[80pairsofcrocs]

2022 || fic recs

these are most of my favorite fics from 2022!! please check some out, because these people are extremely talented

some of these people are my mutuals, where others are people i’ve never even spoken to in my life, but that doesn’t change anything so enjoy!

some may be smut too so MDNI

(all fics marked as ongoing are ongoing as of before 2023)

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MARVEL

moon knight

Transitions - by @yikesitskennawrites - one of my favorite platonic moon knight series by my bestie (ongoing)

One Fin Wonder - by @m4xedout - another favorite of mine by my other bestie :) (ongoing)

Limitless - by @missdictatorme - the power this series has over me>> (ongiong)

Also literally all of the oneshots by @missdictatorme - i love them all sm i cant-

The Shape of You-niverse - by @bit-dodgy-innit - i’ve been reading these as they come out and let me tell you, they are so well thought out and i absolutely love the concepts for each chapter. 10/10 smut too

spiderman/peter parker

Sugar and Vice - by @liz-allyn - its a mob!peter!! i love this series so far, im always checking the page to see if a new chapter is posted lol hope it gets spicy soon (ongoing) TASM!PETER

That one drunk peter drabble by @luveline posted back in april - always love seeing that one :) TASM!PETER

Flexible - oneshot by @spidernerdsblog - made me laugh so hard like deadass TASM!PETER

Ridiculous - Extremely Ridiculous - two-part smutshots by @peterthepark - i love blonde frat peter sm TASM!PETER

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

(these are only Five fics lol)

Of Starlight - And Dusk - To Nightfall - following the three seasons is this series by @dumdumsun - ive been loving this series for a long time now, cant wait to see how it ends (third season ongoing)

Timeless - by @fiveisnumber1 - ive only read one chapter so far and im already invested (ongoing)

anything tua by @supercoffeeblogs - absolutely adore everything you write

Sshh - by @cxlynv - its smut. thats it. thats the description. it made my insides tingle

Retired - by @justasimp1 - its more smut and i love it.

I Dont Need a Partner - by @lady-ashfade - i love wanda!y/n so much and i love five and the readers relationship in this one

Venom - by @rcksmith - yay more smut but it actually has a plot!

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thank you for reading, and hope to enjoy 2023 with all of you :)

#moon night #moonknight x y/n #moon knight x teen!reader #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight mcu #marc x you #marc x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x you #steve x reader #steven grant x reader #steven #steven with a v #jake lockely x you #jake lockley x teen!reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #khonshu x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker smut

[cherryw4vez]

⊠    ɪᴅ  .  .  .  ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ    ››    [    DANIELA MELCHIOR    /      thirty1    /    demi woman    /    she+they    ]   mercy  headquarters  is  pleased  to  officially  introduce  sypha  calderón.  they  have  been  apart  of  the  organization  for  seven  years,  serving  as  a  field  agent  and  has  been  assigned  the  codename  agent  orion.  it's  worth  noting  that  their  file  indicates  they  have  undergone  the  solaris  treatment  and  do  not  host  a  mutation.  according  to  our  dossier,  the  agent  exhibits  a  combination  of  adaptable  and  imprudent  traits,  fitting  for  someone  reminiscent  of  a  variegated  wardrobe,  a  sheepish,  concealed  smile,  and  a  misplaced  joke  lands  in  silence.  prior  to  embarking  on  any  mission,  the  find  solace  in  listening  to  the  song  “win”  by  nasty  cherry.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚      𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴   …

full   name.      sypha   calderón,       codename.       orion,      age.      thirty1,      gender.      demi   woman,      pronouns.      she+they,      sexuality.      bisexual,      height.      five   foot   six,      hair   color.      brown,      eye   color.      gray   blue

distinguishing   features.      stacks   of   earrings   on   both   ears,    technicolor   outfits   outside   of   work,   abstract   acrylic   nails,   tapping   their   chin   when   in   thought,   some   childhood   scars,   and   a   persian   jade   necklace   always   hanging   around   their   neck,   given   by   their   grandmother.

spoken   languages.      portuguese,   mirandese,   &   portuguese   sign   language.

character   inspirations.      diego   (   tua   ),   zuko   (   atla   ),   clementine   (   westworld   ),   &   rosita   (   twd   )

qhͪqnXͯ=̿25,̓wmͫ4GY1f+໋ᴋⷦrͬ      …      𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍   !

      you   were   just   a   small   sprout   with   unkempt   curls   and   big,   curious   eyes.   the   perfect   formula   to   fool   a   passerby,   snatching   a   coin   or   two   or   ten   and   hoarding   fruit   in   the   pockets   of   your   pants.   it   didn’t   matter   how   far   the   city   came   in   technological   advances,   architecture,   or   whatever   —   you   missed   most   of   it,   worrying   about   when   you’re   grandma   would   find   the   candies   you’d   been   hoarding   under   your   bed.   she   could   never   scold   you   too   hard,   though.   after   pinching   your   ear,   she’d   tell   you   a   joke   that’d   light   the   room   with   laughter   and   you’d   almost   want   to   roll   over   hugging   your   ribs.       you   didn’t   get   past   high   school,   didn’t   have   the   means   nor   an   interest   to.   anything   you   wanted   to   know,   or   needed   to,   you   could   find   in   between   the   pages   of   a   book   . . .   or   from   grandma’s   stories.   trickery   was   of   the   past,   your   limbs   were   too   long   and   you   weren’t   kid   enough   to   fit   into   old   hiding   places.   while   your   old   habits   are   tucked   up   under   your   sleeve,   you   rarely   have   to   revisit   them   when   you’re   delivering   packages   from   here   to   there.   also,   no   one   suspects   a   courier   of   having   a   muddled   childhood.          you   never   questioned   the   long   miles   on   your   moped   or   the   teeny   tiny   boxes   or   the   clear-as-day   rattling   test   tubes   in   a   sealed,   insulated   box.   no   questions   asked.   never.   until   you   see   the   pathetic   mug   on   the   receiving   end   and   you’re   holding   out   a   sheet   for   him   to   sign.   the   oh-so   many   profanities   you’d   fantasized   about   throwing   his   way   over   the   years,   but   you’re   waiting   for   ink   to   dry.   you   should’ve   let   glass   tumble   and   shatter   but   instead   you   let   your   curiosity   get   the   better   of   you.   you   believe   him   when   he   says   he’d   planned   this—finally   regretting   his   decision   to   walk   out   on   you   after   your   mom   had   died.   maybe   you’re   still   just   a   kid,   holding   out   hope   that   you’ll   be   wanted.   

was   brought   into   the   organization   by   their   father,   who   had   been   mostly   considered   as   a   ghost   in   sypha’s   life.   sold   the   lie   that   the   process   of   solaris   would   make   them   stronger   and   that   mercy   would   provide   them   a   better   life,   neither   proved   to   be   true.   well,   who’s   fault   is   it?   the   pathological   liar,   or   the   naïve   believer?   finally   believing   the   man   who’d   made   them   scrounge   for   food   since   birth   had  a   change   of   heart   for   his   blood.

through   rounds   &   rounds   of   solaris   treatment,   sypha   was   left   to   be   weaker   than   before.   thankfully   her   grandmother,   who’d   been   the   only   parental   figure   in   her   life,   took   care   of   her   until   she   could   get   back   on   her   feet   again.   so   to   speak.

since   sypha’s   failure   with   the   solaris   treatment,   they   have   ‘   made   up   for   it   ’   through   rigorous   training   and   injury.   though   their   father’s   lies   have   made   them   rough   around   the   edge,   and   a   little   too   quick   with   those   one   -   liners,   sypha   is   learning   to   open   up   and   be   more   . . .   amiable.

#mercyorg:intro #ꗃ * 𝑐. 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐚 𐑥 bio . #i cannot do bios):

[allisoooon]

omfg can i say i love your viktor & allison takes so much

it’s been so frustrating being in the tua fandom having both viktor & allison as my top faves where too many people completely woobify viktor & demonize allison to hell and back

it’s kind of frustrating with viktor especially because you can at least blame the audience take away of allison in s3 on the writers doing stuff like focusing on a drunk five montage instead of allison’s pov but s1 is right there and apparently so many people’s take aways from it was “viktor is poor baby that must be protected” despite the fact that he is a 30 year old grown man tht was very clearly being an ass

and it’s confusing to me like, 1) what drew me to viktor and made him my fav was the fact that he’s kind of an ass, like I can’t remember if it was the cabin scene or the viktor bringing down the mansion scene but i saw that and was like “holy shit he’s an asshole, i have to watch this for him”

2) premise of tua is literally dysfunctional asshole siblings are dysfunctional because of their trauma but that’s no excuse esp because their actions are literally causing apocalypses and they have to learn to heal both individually as a family and once they do so the apocalypses will stop (probably)

I think for some people that when they strongly identify with a character, their natural self-serving bias pops up and wants to protect the character because they feel like they're protecting themselves. So I get where it comes from. People have been sanitizing their faves and bashing anyone remotely mean to them for as long as fandom has been around, probably.

Klaus compares Viktor to Carrie White in s3. Whether that was the inspiration for Viktor or not (which would make a ton of sense--Vanya in the comics is far more actively complicit in the end of the world, whereas Viktor seems to kind of go into a trance the way Sissy Spacek's Carrie does), it's extremely apt.

I've heard it said Stephen King has become so iconic because most of the "monsters" in his books are humans. As much as you feel for Carrie and want her to have a better lot in life, at the end of the day, she is the monster of this horror story. Her mother and her bullies are all more evil than she is, but they didn't massacre pretty much everyone at a high school dance. Especially with Spacek's portrayal, you almost feel like it wasn't Carrie's fault. It was out of character for her, and after everything she's endured, it makes sense if she got a power rush and literally burned everything to the ground.

Viktor is similarly the monster, or in this genre the supervillain, of s1. It's done incredibly well, too. By the time you've fully followed his arc up to when he snaps, it makes so much sense for him to lose it that it doesn't really even feel like mass murder. Like with Carrie, you've identified with this character's pain so much, you're kind of rooting for a cathartic power trip. The writing is so good that when a character does something unforgivable, you forgive it almost before it happens.

So it really does feel like a disservice to the character when people sanitize Viktor. As if you can only justify identifying with this character if they are a good person. Identifying with the monster doesn't make you a bad person. In fact, it was the writer's goal. Fighting it means you're not getting as much out of the story as you could be, and the message the author is trying to convey won't hit as hard. Viktor has a very real dark side, and it's always going to be a threat to the people around him. And yet he is gentle and soft-spoken, and tries to be a good person. These two things exist in the same character, which is how it happens in real life. When it happens in fiction, the audience can safely explore their own dark side. That's damn good writing.

#tua meta #tua #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #ask answered

[lunamagicablu]

Va’ serenamente in mezzo al rumore e alla fretta, e ricorda quanta pace può esserci nel silenzio.

Finché è possibile senza dover soccombere, sii in buoni rapporti con tutte le persone. Dì la tua verità con calma e chiarezza, e ascolta gli altri, anche l’insensibile e l’ignorante, anch’essi hanno la loro storia.

Evita le persone volgari e aggressive, esse sono un tormento per lo spirito. Se ti paragoni agli altri, puoi diventare vanitoso e pungente, perché sempre ci saranno persone più grandi e più piccole di te.

Gioisci delle tue conquiste, così come dei tuoi progetti.

Mantieniti interessato al tuo lavoro, per quanto umile; è una certezza nel futuro mutevole del tempo.

Sii prudente nei tuoi affari, poiché il mondo è pieno d’inganno. Ma non far sì che questo ti impedisca di vedere quanta virtù c’è.

Molte persone lottano per grandi ideali e ovunque la vita è piena d’eroismo.

Sii te stesso. In particolare, non fingere di amare. E non essere cinico riguardo all’amore, perché, a dispetto di ogni aridità e disillusione, esso è perenne come l’erba. Accetta con benevolenza il consiglio degli anni, abbandonando con riconoscenza le cose della giovinezza.

Alimenta la forza d’animo, per difenderti dall’improvvisa sfortuna. Ma non tormentarti con l’immaginazione. Molte paure nascono dalla stanchezza e dalla solitudine.

Al di là di ogni sana disciplina, sii gentile con te stesso.

Tu sei un figlio dell’universo, non meno degli alberi e delle stelle; tu hai diritto di essere qui. E che ti sia chiaro o no, non c’è dubbio che l’universo si stia svelando come dovrebbe.

Perciò sii in pace con Dio, in qualunque modo tu Lo concepisca, e qualunque siano le tue imprese e le tue aspirazioni, nella rumorosa confusione della vita, mantieni la pace con la tua anima.

Nonostante tutta la sua finzione, il lavoro ingrato e i sogni infranti, è ancora un mondo magnifico. Sii allegro. Sforzati di essere felice.

Max Ehrmann ************************* Go peacefully amidst the noise and haste, and remember how much peace there can be in silence.

As long as it is possible without having to succumb, be on good terms with all people. Speak your truth calmly and clearly, and listen to others, even the insensitive and ignorant, they too have their story.

Avoid vulgar and aggressive people, they are a torment to the spirit. If you compare yourself to others, you can become vain and prickly, because there will always be people bigger and smaller than you.

Rejoice in your achievements, as well as your projects.

Keep interested in your work, however humble; it is a certainty in the changing future of time.

Be prudent in your affairs, for the world is full of deception. But don't let this stop you from seeing how much virtue there is.

Many people fight for great ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. In particular, don't pretend to love. And don't be cynical about love, because, despite all aridity and disillusionment, it is as perennial as grass. Accept with benevolence the advice of the years, gratefully abandoning the things of youth.

It nourishes your strength of mind, to defend yourself from sudden misfortune. But don't torment yourself with your imagination. Many fears arise from tiredness and loneliness.

Beyond any healthy discipline, be kind to yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether it's clear to you or not, there is no doubt that the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, however you conceive Him, and whatever your undertakings and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.

For all its pretense, drudgery, and broken dreams, it's still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann

[seth-shitposts]

[Making some organization of our WIPs, so might as well do a WIP post while im at it-]

Feel free to ask any questions about ones that poke your interest or if you'd like bits from them or let us know which ones are your fave or that you're pulled toward.

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For the longest of the long AU WIPs, there's

-Defectors AU - AU in which Kallus was assigned to the Bridger Raid and finds Ezra.

-The Aphelion Waltz - AU where the empire never came to be. Trouble in the lower levels of Coruscant sends the entire galaxy into an uproar.

-Sense of Faith, Self, & Valor - AU in which The Grand Inquisitor and Tua lived and Kallus convinces/inspires them to join the rebellion.

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For long fics and multi chaps, we have

-The Renaecense of 264 -Kallus finds a droid abandoned by the empire out in the cold.

-Change In Plans -Prompt fic in which Kallus comes across a young lasat child in imperial custody. (Has been in our docs for MONTHS- I don't think we've spoken much on it)

-Salticidae -prompt fic where Kallus finds a lovely little creature and Zeb has to try and get over a fear before his partner gets home. (Might be a one shot, might be a multichap)

-Eyes of the Ashla -a prompt fic au. Kallus can see specific ghosts

-Insomniac Art Attack - Prompt fic. Sabine putting restless energy into good use.

-Pull You Into Dark Corners - heavy revisions needed. Nsfw. KalluZeb

-All Of Me -secret relationship. Not a slow burn, but something adjacent. This one might be scrapped and fused into other works. We'll see.

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One Shots!

-Baby Its Cold Outside [Defectors AU AU Edition]

-Jealousy Ft. Alexsandr - AU of sorts (mainly because time line doesn't line up with the concept but it makes me giggle). Kanan has a very Oblivious Moment and is jealous of Kallus.

-Bite Me, Love -something that was originally just a silly little thought but then 3 of you within a span of 5 minutes said I should do it. Like damn alright ig (I look forward to it hehe)

-[Unnamed Gift for Lost in Derry] - In the rebellion, Kallus being loyal to Hera. (I'm so excited about this one)

-[Unnamed Gift for GreyGhost] -After a major victory and an even bigger celebration, Kallus cares after a very drunk lasat.

-"Kiss The Girl" fic - Ezra and Kanan do a few shenanigans in attempt to get Kallus and Zeb to confess to each other. Ends in disaster every time. ... or maybe not.

-Morning Haze -nsfw kalluzeb

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Ideas/Prompts we have that we haven't had the chance to start yet. But am eager to get to.

-"I would rather set myself on fire in an attempt to burn them from daring to try and touch me than let them do as they please." - Sabine Wren (We have 2 different ideas for this one. One that's early on in Sabine doing ghost crew, between her and Kanan. And the other is her and Kallus being assigned to a negotiation together, and it's one of the first missions they have together.) (Might make them be in the same timeline, like the second being a reflect to the first and time passing. The first being far more reckless and self destructive while the second is a promise of fight, a continous call to action.)

-so so so many fulcrum trio things. You have no idea how badly HOW BADLY I need these three to be on missions together.

-in addition to the above, Jealousy ft Cassian & Ahsoka.

-sentient glimmer fics

-Sentient Bo-rifles

-Kallus surprising Zeb by making him some of his favourite foods. So much fluff.

-Fulcrum Kallus dealing with the severe isolation of being so deep in the empire.

-Kallus keeping Every Item someone gives him.

-nsfw - service top Kallus & pillow princess Zeb

-6 More Prompts we've been given that we haven't started yet but are waiting for us once we get through a few more wips first.

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These are the ones we have thrown up on Ao3 rn that we are half way through

-Conversationalist - an Ezra Fic

-Jealousy ft Lando - KalluZeb nsfw

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Staying in hiatus until I have the availability to bring it out is

Force User Zeb - this is a long au fic we haven't been able to touch in awhile (😭😭😭)

[nosolaceofastraightanswer]

nine people i’d like to know better!!

idk if i have nine people but i’ll try lol!!

tagged by @creepy-not-crawly <3333 tysm. sorry i took so long lmaooo.

last song i listened to?

my 2021 beach bunny obsession lives on in my almost 42 hours playlist of all the songs i like

currently watching?

kiko and the age of the wonderbeasts. i saw it on netflix and so far it’s pretty bangin. the art style is really cool, and it’s very pretty to look at in general

currently reading?

fanfic-wise i’m rereading Broken Clocks by Gin_Juice on ao3, they are one of my favorite authors and definitely my favorite in the tua fandom. they have a very distinct writing voice and incredible dialogue. the most impressive thing about their writing imo is how they incorporate original characters in a very skillful way, where they don’t feel out of place in-universe. sorry for the rant lol i just love their stuff

in terms of actual books, i’m in between books right now and trying to focus on summer work (:/) but i hopefully will get back into the swing soon.

current obsession?

long term is tua please help i can’t leave someone needs to put me down

but my short term obsession right now is dead end paranormal park, specifically courtney. omfg. i can’t believe the third season was canceled ughghghg. anyway she’s literally an icon and THE MUSICAL EPISODE!!!??!? HELLO?!??! somewhere down there makes me so sick /pos. i feel like i’m going insane. PLEASSEEE whoever’s in charge put the songs on spotify. please. i’m begging.

TAGGING!!! all of my beloved mutuals ily guys sm. no pressure!!!!

@dead-peppermint

@princessofshazabah

@stdneyelyse

@waitupimalittleslow183

@cardigan-ns

@someominousecho

okay so i have six but that’s over halfway!!! we are slaying tonight besties!!! okay guys have a wonderful day <3333 and thanks so much for tagging me @/creepy-not-crawly

#solmisc #nine people i’d like to know better

[the-dawn-star]

Hi! I have a request if you don't mind.

Can you write a five hargreeves x reader where it's an enemies to lovers slowburn and when five comes back to the present time he sees reader and is annoyed, and the reader is also annoyed. Reader has bf and five gets extremely jealous and realizes he has feelings for reader...something like this? (you can also change the plot if you want). I'm on s1 of tua and I'd like a fic on that season. No worries if you don't wanna write though.

Thanks!

A/N: I knew this took a long time and I changed the plot a bit, but I hope it's okay.

-S

+not proof read, 800ish words

Jumping from time to time was exhausting and no matter how much coffee I drank, nothing seemed to help. The future was terrifying and apocalypse coming to us was not exactly a vacation, and after all the time alone it had become my job to fix this mess.  

My siblings were more interested at their own thing to bother on the END OF THE WORLD so I had to do it all by myself. Well, almost by myself... 

Pogo had hired a kid to clean the house once in a while, who also ended up seeing the plan that I had been building for saving the world.  

The kid, who told their name being Y/N was annoying and seemingly was quite close with my siblings. It wasn’t the fact that they were normal human and interested at the Apocalypse more than my siblings, no that all was just fine to me. They were annoying because they had a bad habit of caring about stuff that they could not change.  

And they should have been with their family and friends spending the last days with them, but no... They decided that the best thing was to follow me around trying to do whatever they could to stop the unchangeable.  

They looked like a lost puppy and they even weren’t cute.  

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Five walked on the front doors of the academy confused by the silence of the house. All of his memories from this house was full of noise, that wasn’t most of the time because of happiness. Had anyone ever been happy in this house?  

He jumped through the space, as easily as taking a step and ended up in the second-floor balcony.  

“Holy shit!?!!”  

A second later Five was holding a knife on his hand and holding it to the academy’s new cleaner throat. Their eyes met and the cleaner could do nothing else than to see some of the bloodthirsty gaze in the eyes of the boy in front of them.  

“You really can’t stay out of the way...,” Five whispered, letting the knife fall down. He could see how scared they were and for a moment he wanted to apologize and say that it was his fault. 

“I’m sorry, I was just waiting my boyfriend,” Their words sounded painful.  

Five got up, turning his back to the cleaner just so they didn’t need to see the pain that flashed on his face with the word ‘boyfriend’. It was ridiculous, after all that he had done their house cleaner’s boyfriend that sparked such an emotion that he wasn’t sure that he could name.  

“I’ll get out...,” They whispered, pushing themselves off of the armchair and practically ran down the stairs to the first floor. But they didn’t get that far.  

Instead, their hand was taken by Five and the next second they were half way down the floor only being pulled back up by the time traveler. Their chest collided painfully to each other.  

Once again, their eyes met but this time there wasn’t a murderous glare in Five’s eyes. His eyes were hard and full of something that could have been seen as care or kindness.  

 Five had traveled time and space, but for once it was like time had completely stopped. It was one time when there wasn’t a need to move in his life. Just looking at their house cleaner's eyes and letting the seconds pass. It was such a peace that he had never felt before, complete and udder peace. 

But like all it had to break. But this time it was done by a boy who walked in the academy. Both of them turned around to see who invited themselves in.  

“James...!” The cleaner yelped surprised, pulling themselves off of Five’s hold and ran to the arms of the walk-in.   “Are you okay?!” The boy asked not turning his eyes to his partner, instead staring at Five.  

“Yeah...,” They whispered pulling themselves off of their boyfriend. 

Five could do nothing else than to stare, still in the peace that he had felt only seconds before, silence and peace that was ripped aways just like his life was when he got stuck to the future.  

“See you, Five...,” The cleaner whispered while their loving boyfriend was pulling them out of the door, like Five had been killing his partner.  

The door shut with a bang and five was left in the silence again. Silence that was nothing like the silence he had felt while looking at the cleaner’s eyes. Five jumped back to the second floor right in front of the knife that he had dropped without a second thought when they were going to fall.  

He picked the knife up jumping to the kitchen where he left it.

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