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tua-masked-author · 3 days

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[ID: A cassette tape in a cassette player, with TMA SUMMER REMIX written on it. Photograph by Xingye Jiang on Unsplash; edited by non-plutonian-druid. End ID.]

🎭Time for TUA Summer Remix! 🎭

We are so excited to be bringing you all the details for TUA Masked Author (and Artist) round five! This round, Summer Remix, is all about celebrating the incredible fanwork in the TUA fandom. We are encouraging you guys to remix (make fanworks for) the fanworks our fandom has made! With the final season of the show coming in August, we felt that this was a perfect opportunity to show our appreciation to the fandom. For anyone who needs the refresher, [we go over what a remix is in more detail in this post].

🌺 What is TUA Masked Author?

TUA Masked Author is an Umbrella Academy fandom event that allows you to embrace your creative muse and test your investigative prowess! In the first phase, authors and artists post their TUA works to an anonymous AO3 collection. Afterwards, we’ll release a list of participating authors and the guessers will put on their detective hats to try to match the fics to their authors and art to the artists with coveted bragging rights at stake for the best detective!

📻 The Exciting Details

Summer Remix will take place from Saturday, June 8th through Thursday, June 27th.

Our AO3 collection is live! The official posting period is June 8th through June 15th. You may submit your fic or art to [the TUA Summer Remix AO3 collection] at any time from now up to (and including) 23:59 UTC June 15th, although works submitted early won’t be visible until the 8th of June.

After entries close on June 15th, check the tumblr for a list of participants (to be posted shortly after submissions close) and your guessing ballot which will be posted a few days later.

Put on your detective hats! You will be able to submit your guesses up to June 27th.

All secrets will be revealed on Saturday, June 29th, after a few days to let us crunch the numbers! We’ll unveil each of the fics’ authors and artworks’ artists, as well as crown the best guesser!

🌺 Reminders

Anyone is welcome to take part! No need to have posted a fanwork for TUA before, and no need to post a work for this event in order to be a guesser!

If you are remixing please make sure you have the original creator’s permission. This can be a general permission statement, because you asked directly, or because they submitted their work to the permission sheet. [The permission sheet can be found here], and [you can add your works to it here].

You may submit a maximum of two works of art and two fics, in any combination.

All submissions, fic or art, must be gen, ie. not ship focused, and not rated E (explicit). We don't have specific rules about where the lines are; use your own judgement and ask us if you have any questions.

Fic entries are to remain under 10k words for the duration of the event, and each participant may only post one fic under 500 words. Once the authors have been revealed, you may add chapters and expand your fic as much as you wish.

Artists, please do not publicly post your art anywhere else until after the reveal, in order to preserve the mystery. Additionally, please do not sign your submitted art. We provide a watermark you can edit and use at the bottom of this post. Once the reveal has taken place, you can edit your submission with your signature and post wherever you want!

📻 Useful Links

[This round’s AO3 collection!]

[The original announcement, with more detail about remixes]

[The remix permission sheet]

[The form to submit your works to the remix permission sheet]

[How to make an AO3 account]

[Our guide on posting art to AO3]

[ID: the watermark provided for artists for the event; black text reading TMA over a black domino mask. End ID.]

#tua masked author #tua masked artist #the umbrella academy #tua events #tma summer remix #tua

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mokolat · 11 months

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The Umbrella Academy : through time and space

Ao3 URL : https://archiveofourown.org/works/46884490

Rating : General Audiences

Characters : Five Hargreeves, Hazel & Cha-Cha, Luther Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Vanya/Viktor Hargreeves

Warnings : No archive warnings apply

Description : “Something fucked up” says The Boy as he pop-up in a new timelines corridor, two old friends back and determined to catch him. “Something really fucked up this time!”

Science is not exact. Neither do the powers. When Five and his siblings escape a new apocalypse, their journey takes them through the reaches of time… and two-dimensional space?!

Illustration for : the @tua-masked-author

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buglover77 · 9 months

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The Umbrella Academy really is just X-Men for A Series of Unfortunate Events fans

#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #tua #the umbrella academy #xmen

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book-place · 1 year

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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

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elder-sister · 24 days

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UPDATED ART REQUEST SHEET!

Updates come when needed

Reblogged biweekly as a reminder (Will also say whether requests are open or not during the next 2 weeks/until the next reblogs)

Requests go in the ask box and the ask box ONLY.

Fandoms I will do are as follows:

EarthBound/MOTHER Series

Papa Louie

Columbo

The Umbrella Academy

Pokemon

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Ace Attorney

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Vocaloid

Project Sekai

Trapped in an Epic Tale/TiaET

I will do OCs and AUs with refs.

I WILL NOT do:

NSFW

Proship stuff

Anything hateful

Anything related to real world problems to avoid discourse. ABSOLUTELY ZERO exceptions to this.

Exceptions to all but the last one are when they're satirical or a joke.

Don't like what I drew? Either constructive criticism or, idk, don't fucking interact? Scroll and move on.

Don't be afraid to comment, and don't take anything personally!

Examples under the cut!

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allthingsasoue · 1 year

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introducing... THE ODD ORPHANS FIGHT!

This is a bracket tournament to decide once and for all which group and therefore which member of our favorite families- found or otherwise- reigns supreme over the others!

There are 28 participants in all. Each match-up is randomized but four of those randomized choices automatically start at round 2 due to even numbers at the beginning of round 1.

links to each poll will be below the read more and this post will be updated as the rounds are completed along with it being reblogged to the respective fandom blog for each group! Now, it's time to let the orphan battle begin!!!

(no actual orphans were harmed in the creation of this bracket :] )

ROUND ONE:

Sticky Washington VS Olive Abroholos Elephanta

Klaus Baudelaire VS Fiona Frauenfeld

Jacob Portman VS Quigley Quagmire

Millard Nullings VS Sunny Baudelaire

Reynie Muldoon VS Isadora Quagmire

Allison Hargreeves VS Duncan Quagmire

Horace Somnusson VS Lila Pitts

Hugh Apiston VS Ben Hargreeves

Claire Densmore VS Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves VS Enoch O'Connor

Viktor Hargreeves VS Luther Hargreeves

Bronwyn Bruntley VS Kate Wetherall

ROUND TWO: Five Hargreeves VS Sticky Washington

Klaus Baudelaire VS Quigley Quagmire

Constance Contraire VS Sunny Baudelaire

Isadora Quagmire VS Allison Hargreeves

Emma Bloom VS Lila Pitts

Ben Hargreeves VS Diego Hargreeves

Violet Baudelaire VS Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves VS Kate Wetherall

ROUND 3:

Five Hargreeves VS Klaus Baudelaire

Sunny Baudelaire VS Isadora Quagmire

Lila Pitts VS Diego Hargreeves

Violet Baudelaire VS Kate Wetherall

ROUND 4:

Five Hargreeves VS Sunny Baudelaire

Lila Pitts VS Violet Baudelaire

FINAL ROUND:

Sunny Baudelaire VS Violet Baudelaire WINNER:

Violet Baudelaire

#odd orphans fight #a series of unfortunate events #the mysterious benedict society #the umbrella academy #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #asoue #tmbs #mbs #tua #mphfpc #polls

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tinned-beef · 7 months

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happy birthday to my favorite dysfunctional family <3

summary:

Five was roused from his musings as his brother stepped on stage, brighter and more confident than he’d ever seen him before. He walked across the stage with grace, his violin clutched firmly in his grasp. Viktor commanded the attention of everyone in the audience, and against all odds, Five found himself smiling at how his brother looked so confident despite all the eyes on him.

Viktor lifted his bow in a gentle arc, placing the strings onto the violin nestled in his collar.

Five always knew he’d become extraordinary.

or: five finally gets to watch his brother play the violin without the threat of an apocalypse. lots of reminiscing ensues.

#i really said HAPPY BIRTHDAY and then dropped some angst #anyways if anyone’s looking for some s4 speculation (five angst) i got you 🫡#this is part of my series following five after the events of s3 btw ;)#it’s kind of a mess but i wanted to get it out today #my rambles #the umbrella academy #tua

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tua-masked-author · 1 month

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🌺 📻 Summer remix ‘24 📻 🌺

Hello masqueraders! We are back again for another round of TMA in June (exact dates TBA!). This round, to celebrate the end of TUA, we want to appreciate the contributions of this fandom, so its time to REMIX!

🎭 What is a remix?

A remix is a fanwork of a fanwork!! There are a lot of different interpretations, but to keep things simple we are taking the broadest possible definition. A remix could be a scene written from another character’s pov, a story where the roles have been swapped, or the answer to the question “what if [this] had happened instead?” It could be an illustration of a scene in a fic, or a full blown comic, or a recreation of a drawing with a different mood in another style and setting. It could be fanfic of an artist’s drawing or fanart of an author’s story.

Basically it's a chance to show love and pay homage to another fan work by creating a new complimentary fan work!

🌺 You can find a more in-depth definition of a remix here. 🌺

The fanwork you are inspired by could be any TUA fanwork; fanfic and fanart of course, but also a tumblr post about an au that you are particularly fond of, a fansong; even a gifset with a strong concept or a meta essay you were grabbed by. We’re appreciating ALL fanworks here!

🎭 Do I have to do a remix?

As always the theme is optional; you don't have to do a remix. However, we strongly encourage everyone to give it a shot! We want to look back on all the great fanworks this fandom has to offer and appreciate the fans who have made our community!

🎭 But how do I know if the author/artist will be okay with it?

In place of a prompt sheet this round, we are letting people submit their fanworks to be remixed! (If you aren’t sure you’d like to participate, no worries! The submission form carries no expectation that you draw or write for the event.)

🌺 You can find the link to submit your works here. 🌺

🌺 and here are the works submitted for remixing! 🌺

Additionally, lots of authors will include permission statements on their AO3 profiles, so if you already have a fic in mind it would be worth checking for one. Alternatively, you can contact the author or artist and ask!

🎭 This is still the Masked Author though, right?

Yes! As always, when the posting period arrives (which we will announce in a more in depth rules post soon) you will post to the event collection that will anonymize your work, and afterwards there will be a period where you all put on your detective hats and try to solve who’s who. And if YOUR work gets remixed, then you’ll be getting an anonymous treat and get to try to suss out who gave it to you!

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua events #tua masked author #tua masked artist #tma summer remix

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feralnumberfive · 2 years

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We've been shown the first minute of 3x01 and I already love it

#I wonder if at the TUDUM event they'll show it again?#tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua s3

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book-place · 9 months

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The story of us

"The poison of an oleander" The umbrella academy! :D

[Celebration]

OMG I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS BC YOURE THE FIRST PERSON TO DO THIS VERSION OF MY EVENT FOR ME <333

The Story of Us

The Umbrella Acadmey- The Poison of an Oleander

“Do you think he’ll like it?” You inquired, smiling dreamily at the thought of your father being happy with something you did.

“I dunno.” Poor Ben was struggling to stay upright as he tried to balance the heavy pot in his arms, nearly toppling over onto an expensive looking statue when turning a corner.

You and your brother had been leaving a mission the two of you had been sent out on when a plant store had caught your eye. Immediately, you had perked up and dragged Ben into the store, claiming that a plant would be a perfect gift for your father.

The boy wasn’t so certain, but one puppy-dog look from you and he- ever a good brother- had given in, sighing to himself before helping you pick out what you deemed to be the ‘perfect’ plant.

“Here should be good.” You told your brother, pointing to an open spot in the courtyard.

Ben grunted, setting the plant down before stretching out his sore arms.

“What’re you doing?” A voice asked from behind, making the two of you turn around.

You grinned at Diego, “We got dad a plant!”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Why?”

“Cause it’s a gift- duh.” You rolled your eyes slightly.

“Yeah, duh.” Ben mocked.

Agitation took over your brothers features, “I get that,” He snapped, “But why’re you getting the old man a gift?”

Before you could finish rolling your eyes and open your mouth to retort, yet another voice cut into the conversation.

“Mom told me to tell you that it’s time for lunch.”

Luther stepped out into the courtyard, falling short and warily eyeing you and Diego, who looked about a moment away from burning holes into one another with your hard glares.

You both ignored him, though, “It’s a plant, Diego. Can’t I get our dad a plant?”

With a small sigh of frustration out of your nose, you looked away from your brother and back to the prized gift.

Without knowing what possessed you, you reached out, as if to touch the plant, only for your hand to be harshly and promptly slapped away.

All four of your heads snapped up, staring wide eyed at your father, whom none of you knew was there in the first place.

“Number eight.” Reginald chided, his ever-present frown set upon his lips, “Don’t you know a poisonous oleander plant when you see one?”

Yours and Ben’s mouths dropped open.

“P-poisonous?” The boy squeaked, paling at the thought of what he had been holding in his arms.

A hard look was set upon your fathers face, “A poison that could lead to sickness, as well as even death.” His tone was clipped.

“I-we-“ You stuttered out, “The lady that sold it to us didn’t tell us!” You cried.

Reginald clicked his tongue in annoyance, “And what were you planning on doing with it, anyway!”

“We got it for you!” You told him, “We wanted to get you a plant! We had no idea it was poisonous!”

Your father stared at you in silence for a moment before turning on his heel and striding back inside, “Chop, chop, children. I believe Grace has already told you that the meal was ready.”

You and your siblings stood in an awed silence for a moment following your fathers departure, none of you quite knowing what to say.

“Holy shit,” Diego finally breathed out, “You tried to poison dad.” A grin slowly spread on his face, “You tried to poison dad.” He repeated before letting out a cackling laugh.

Luther glowered at him, “It’s not funny, someone could’ve seriously gotten hurt-“

“Hey, Klaus!” Diego ignored him, walking back towards the manor as he called out to your brother, “I dare you to come touch this cool plant outside!”

Luther paled, running after the boy in hopes of putting an end to any madness before it even began.

You and Ben looked at each other. Blinking once. Twice.

“Next time…” Ben mumbled, “Maybe we should just get him a cake or something.”

#book place’s 2k followers event #speak now: book place’s version #the umbrella academy #tua #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x sister reader #ben hargreeves x reader platonic #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader platonic #diego hargreeves x sister reader #hargreeves siblings #hargreeves siblings x reader

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this-boys · 1 year

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Elliot Page attends the 11th Annual LACMA Art + Film Gala at Los Angeles County Museum of Art on November 05, 2022 in Los Angeles, California.

#actor #boy crush #the umbrela academy #viktor hargreeves #😍😍😍😍😍😍#events #tua netflix #tua cast #tuaedit #elliot page

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elder-sister · 5 months

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Intro!!!

Hi person, my name is Elder.

I'm a genderfluid pansexual guy (I make a LOTTTTT of... Um. Questionable jokes on here.)

Special Interest: Earthbound! Love it sm... ah

Hyperfixation list: Columbo, Ace Attorney, The Umbrella Academy, aSoUE, TiaET

Favorite bands are Queen, Tally Hall, and Metallica

Asks WILL NEVER CLOSE. SPAM ME!!!

I should probably mention my fucked up body (Celiac's disease, and also generally just being a 13 year old female)

And Autism+ADHD that too.

woohoo do I think I'm awesome.

Friendos!!! - @commandernachos @askjonathancrane @eway @coochie-sniffer3000 and how did I forget @kirbytimelma0

Sideblogs!!! @ask-the-triple-kill-squad @ask-the-attorneys @pearl-pokemon @definitely-supreme-court @earthbound-twitter @elders-archive @tiaet-official