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tua-masked-author · 20 days

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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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mokolat · 10 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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salvador-daley · 2 years

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As luck would have it

A short history of close calls

A Klaus Hargreeves story

A/N: Written for this year’s TUA Masked Author event. Thank you to @littlerit, @flecket and @non-plutonian-druid for putting on such a great event. Congratulations to @melivian on your win and to runners-up Lee and @destinyandcoins. I think all three of you correctly guessed me for this one? This was, as always, tons of fun and I’m looking forward to the next one when I might actually be able to write something that isn’t quite so obvious. 😂😘 Thanks also to @allisoooon for the patient beta read - your support means the world.

CW: This fic is dark as fuck. Lots of adult themes and repeated (although temporary) MCD. Even the snippet contains autoerotic asphyxiation. Read the tags, my little chickadees.

Words: 3.8k

Summary: In his final moments, Klaus considers some of the ‘lucky’ escapes he’s had in the past

Snippet: Life on the road was never boring, but it could be lonely. He made friends, sure. And lovers too. Occasionally he would avail himself of professional services and occasionally he would allow his fellow travellers to avail themselves of his, for a price. But when there were no more hookers and no more generous donors to hold him in the dark and keep the demons at bay, he would settle for a good ol’ fashioned asphyxiwank.

He got quite good at it, too. His preferred technique was to loop a belt around his neck and fasten the other end to the rail inside the closet. The trick was to fap as furiously as possible, preferably while thinking of an orgy of pretty Peter Pan types holding his head under a babbling brook, or a lusty granny pressing her crepey bosom against his face, or a hairy, two-dicked Minotaur holding him in a headlock and fucking him until he screamed. And then, just before the moment of climax, go limp inside the closet and let gravity do the rest.

Almost all of his adventures in self-abuse ended the same way, with that depressive mixture of shame and disgust and a flakey residue of dried cum on his belly. But the temporary escape from his own mind was enough to keep him coming back for more: more drugs, more drink, more fleeting seconds of oblivion. Perhaps, like a lot of things, it became a kind of addiction, seeking the thrill that casual encounters couldn’t always provide.

That was, until one incident in a somewhat disreputable hotel in Buenos Aires forced him to rethink his methods.

Read the rest on AO3

Tagging in the hopes you might reblog please pretty please: @badsext @softforklave @anglophile-rin @neist @purblzart @maerenee930 @firstpersonnarrator @allisoooon @cemeteryklaus @super-unpredictable98 @courtneytarynofficial @mokolataddict @pickledbeefwastaken @love-is-dirty-baby @rina-cydonia @inspiremeandsetmefree @jender123 @vonkimmeren @sylvertyger @hucklebunny @rob-private @pietro-t1me @not-oscar-wilde @squishitude

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ded-and-gonne · 2 years

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Ded & Gonne

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Gen: An Umbrella Academy Spin-Off featuring Klaus Hargreeves and the Bens. A gen fic set in a canonical s3 post-universe universe. Yes, Klaus and Ben’s powers have returned. All will be revealed. But not in this chapter.

TWs: Profanity, bantering in mock fury, flirting with your not-brother by annoying the shit out of him, and Mean Ben. I don’t know, are you triggered by Mean Ben? Smug smugness?

But the most important question is: Why does Mean Ben call Klaus each and every day? Why is that?

Here’s a sneaky little snip:

It’s been 6 months and 2 days and Klaus is bored bored bored. And then customers come in and make it even worse. Cuz then he’s bored, polite, and not smoking while they’re inside. But it’s his dream life and he’s stuck living it.

Read the full chapter on ao3

Start: Ch 1 | Prev: Ch 2 | Next: Ch 4

Chapter 3: Strictly Fraternaturally

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jellybeanium124 · 2 years

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did you write 'notes from nowhere' and/or 'of ghoulies and spoons'? it has your vibes (for masked author)

@tua-masked-author am I allowed to answer this?

I'm not 100% sure bc I've never participated before, but I think that the blog is going to release a guessing form for official guesses sometime soon.

#tua #tua masked author 2022 #tua masked author

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clementineofmine · 2 years

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One of my fav fics I've written so far.... this au is kinda taking over my brain!!

So, what if, instead of going on the road trip with Klaus, Five gets entrapped by Allison and the duo goes on a romp.across timelines to find Claire??

#tua masked author #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #tua fic #i wrote it

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buc-eebarnes · 2 years

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though we were just novices at this, it felt like an ancient wisdom

Ultimately, it was Viktor who stuck with him, in the end.

A coda for s3e10. Part of @tua-masked-author's 3MA event!

pairing: Five & Viktor (gen)

tags: tua s3 spoilers, tua s3 coda, diners, sibling bonding, tua masked author, 3MA masked author

rated G || 1666 words

“Have you noticed anything weird about this place?” Viktor shifted uneasily. “It’s a lot like our city, but…something feels off. Aside from us losing our powers.” Five tilted his head in acknowledgement. “Nothing’s been right since we landed back in 2019. If anything, I need all of our siblings to get back together and try to figure this out.” His brother feigned a laugh. “Five, no offense, but even in the worst of times, we never banded together that easily.” The waitress came back with their drinks and took down their orders as well. She didn’t make too much of a fuss at Five, which he was grateful for—maybe the suit was good for something, after all. He took a long sip of the scalding hot coffee and swished it around in his mouth, thinking, not for the first time, if anything he’d ever done over the course of the last 58 years mattered in the slightest.

read on ao3! || my ko-fi!

#five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy s3 #tua s3 #tua #tua masked author #my fic #the umbrella academy fanfic #tua fanfic

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firstpersonnarrator · 2 years

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Trying for hours to figure out if the plot you’ve worked out for tua masked author still works, now that season 3 has [XYZ’ed]. Every single thing is applicable.

#tua masked author #tua s3 #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #instead of au can it be af? alternate future as fuck #the umbrella academy season3 #the umbrella academy season 3 #robert sheehan

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uniasus · 2 years

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fic rec! 8K Lila & Five on a mission.

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. With a nonfunctional briefcase, Lila has to team up with the last person she wants to see. But Five seems to have an idea of what’s going on and, more importantly, where they can get more information.

All they need are two tickets for the 4 o’clock train to Cleveland.

Comments: This is an alt s3 scene, with Lila and Five working together and it's so chaotic I love it. Lila insisting Five pretend to be her brother-in-law. Five making plans, but not sharing all the details. I also loved how, through Lila's POV, we get a sense of how Five's powers work. It's fascinating and I love this duo.

#fic rec #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #lila pitts #tua masked author

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assaily · 1 year

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Been a while since I’ve posted anything fic related, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever talked about this fic before.

The basic premise is the Handler/Commission put some kind of kill switch in Five that would slowly destroy his body planned obsolescence style in the event that he ever successfully defected. It’s essentially a sickfic and another one of those no sparrow, no season 3 au’s bc i wrote this a year and a half ago and the season wasn’t even out yet. I found it again this morning bc I finally had some thoughts for it after all this time.

Anyway, here is some gratuitous angst and Diego cuddling Five. CW for mild suicidal ideation.

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Five looked miserable. Pale and shivering, he looked so frail and small, so old and young at the same time. Diego wasn’t a fan, he didn’t want to be in the room any longer than he had to. The space heater next to the bed was blasting like a Mojave wind, and still Five shivered quietly on his bed.

Five didn’t complain, not even to inform them he was cold. He hadn’t complained this whole time, and maybe that’s what was getting to Diego. Five was miserable, it was obvious he was hurting, it was obvious he was struggling just to stay conscious enough to mechanically munch on his peanut butter crackers. But he didn’t say a thing.

A cracker was left half-eaten between two fingers, his head drooped and his eyes slipped shut. He slumped into himself, still shivering. Diego frowned, slapping his knees as he stood from the armchair. “Alright.”

His voice startled Five, likely having forgotten he was there again. He flinched, head popping up, bloodshot eyes confused and darting before landing on Diego’s face. The relief was palpable, his shoulders slumping, something relaxing in the pinch of his expression.

“Diego,” he croaked.

“Yeah, just me bud.”

“Are you leaving?” He tried to make it sound like an innocent question, tried his damndest to keep his inflection flat, Diego could tell. But he could also hear the quiet fear burbling beneath it.

“No,” he lied, and almost sat back down again.

Five nodded and seemed to remember his cracker. He nibbled on the corner of it again, his arm shaking with that little effort. “It’s not stale,” he remarked, hardly above a whisper. It was the third time he’d said that about the cracker and every time it struck at something soft in Diego’s chest.

“Fresh crackers, just for you.”

“Fresh…” he rolled the word around in his mouth like he was tasting it. “Where’d you find them?”

“The store on fifth.”

Five nodded slowly, processing. The last two times that was the end of the conversation. Diego hoped it would be the end of this one too, but then Five looked over at him, a stark confusion breaking through the dead-eyed exhaustion. “Isn’t the roof…?” he made a fluttery motion with his hand, dropping crumbs into his lap.

“Roof is fine, Five.”

He shook his head, brow pinching. “No, I remember it collapsed.” He paused, Diego at a loss for how to answer. “There’s a pharmacy on tenth, it still has stuff. There might be medicine there.”

“We have medicine for you,” Diego said, gesturing at the table with the small battery of bottles atop it.

Five looked over at it, expression falling blank as he failed to process something. He stared for too long, unblinking and unmoving, that Diego figured he’d lost him again. Lights on, but no one was home.

“I hurt,” Five sighed at long last, breaking the silence and his stillness with another shiver.

Diego chuffed a surprised laugh. “I bet you do.”

“I’m done,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Diego swallowed down the lump that jumped into his throat. Five didn’t complain, not about the pain, the confusion, the exhaustion.

Five shivered again, cracker forgotten.

Diego couldn’t stand it anymore. “Okay, okay.” He needed to do something, anything to help. He couldn’t just stand there watching Five in misery, watching over him as he got worse and worse, as even the pills and syrups and whatever pain meds Mom tried to give him failed to do a goddamn thing.

“Are you still cold?”

Five looked up at the question, considering him for a solid ten seconds before nodding clumsily. “It’s winter,” he said as if that explained everything.

Diego didn’t have the heart to tell him it was the dead of August. “I’m cold too,” he said, reaching down to turn the heater off. Diego was sure Five didn’t even know what the damn thing was but his shivering took on a new ferocity the moment the coils darkened. He looked confused, lost and as Diego approached the bedside, suddenly defensive. His arms curled over his chest, jaw clenching, pulling himself back as if he could get away from Diego.

“You’re not--” he started, aborted with his mouth open, eyes darting around the room. “Wait, I don’t--”

Diego crouched at the bedside, realizing he was looming a little. “You’re okay, it’s just me.” He reached out, careful to keep his palm up and gesture slow. Five watched his hand, pulling back from him as he tried to touch his arm. “It’s just me,” he repeated.

Five didn’t complain, and he never talked about why he was so damn untrusting of them in his confused state. Diego didn’t want to think about who could have planted that mistrust and why. He knew why. He’d spent enough time with Lila. He’d met her mother. The first person Five interacted with in decades. Diego would have trust issues too.

“Diego,” Five said flatly, more an affirmation than anything else.

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here?”

He almost wanted to know where ‘here’ was for Five. Somewhere cold, somewhere beyond the end of the world, somewhere lost in his own past. “I’m here to save you.” It sounded stupid coming out of his mouth, feeling it burn in his eyes.

Five paused for half a second, something in his eyes growing sharper than it had in days. Then he laughed, a single mournful guffaw that threw his head back and nearly toppled him back into his pillows. “Save me?” he asked, incredulous. “How? You’re dead, remember?” He smiled wide, shoulders shaking with more than just cold. “You’re dead.” His mirth turned to grief in a second, his expression twisting into honest fury if he’d had the strength. “You can’t save me,” he spat. “I have to save you.”

Diego reached across the bed and put his hand over Five’s arm. His skin was cold as ice, his wrist sharp and bony under Diego’s palm. “You already saved us.”

Five’s anger was smothered by the touch on his arm, his entire attention drawn to it. He opened his mouth, but only a half-aborted burst of air made it out.

Diego didn’t waste time. With the heater off, Five had nothing keeping him warm and Diego didn’t dare let him go now. “I’m cold, too.” Diego said again, catching Five’s attention back to his face and voice.

“I’m cold,” Five said, and Diego couldn’t tell if he was saying a truth or just repeating the last thing he heard.

“Let me in there, then.”

“Huh?”

Diego didn’t wait for him to figure it out. He half-stood, slipping his shoes off and dragging back the covers in one move. He pulled himself under the blankets, one arm around Five’s shoulders, the other making sure his brother was still covered.

“What are you--” Five realized half-way through the sentence that Diego was warm. The question forgotten, Five pressed himself into Diego’s side, shivering fiercely. “Oh,” he sighed, hands finding warm places to shove themselves into.

“Yeah, thought you might like this better.” Even though the old man would never admit it in his entire life. Neither would Diego. No one was home to see this blatant display of affection, so Diego could deal. He was pretty sure Five wasn’t going to remember a thing about this later.

He flicked the half-cracker to the floor, got himself comfortable, Five slumping more and more of his weight against him. His shivering was easy to feel, his whole body so cold. This wasn’t normal, and it settled uncomfortably in Diego’s gut. He wrapped his tiny older brother in his arms, tucking him against his chest to lay on the pillows together.

It took a while for the shivering to subside, took even longer for Five’s breathing to ease and his body to relax. “Diego,” he whispered, so quietly Diego nearly missed it.

He hummed, letting it rumble in his chest so Five could hear it where his ear was pressed against him.

“Diego,” he said again, and that was all. Nothing else to it, but Diego understood this time. An affirmation of gratitude in a whispered little tone, hidden every time he said their names. He’d fought so hard for them, and now Diego couldn’t stop imagining him when he was actually thirteen, alone and starving and whispering their names, putting everything into surviving so he could see them again. So he could come home.

It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t even have that.

Diego held him a little tighter, frail and bony and so, so cold. “You’re gonna be alright.” He was going to get better.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Five said softly, still below that careful whisper.

A laugh burst from Diego, surprised and a little wet. He swallowed the burning lump in his throat and closed his eyes so the tears would roll away and get lost on the pillow. “Thanks.”

“Don’t cry over me.”

Diego couldn’t answer that, couldn’t hold him any tighter, he could already feel his bones creaking. “You’ll be okay.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Go to sleep.”

“I’ll wake up,” he promised.

Diego let out the breath he was holding like a balloon, eyes clouding. “Shut up and go to sleep.” It wasn’t even a fear, he refused to acknowledge it.

“I’m not worth… all this.”

“Shut up.” Diego gripped the back of his neck, too hard at first, making Five tense. He softened his hold, kneading his thumb into the muscle, feeling Five’s heart fluttering that awful off-rhythm beat against his fingertips. “Were we ever worth all that?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “You were.”

Diego shook his head, his chest aching, scratching gently into Five’s scalp. “You’re a part of this family, too.”

Five didn’t answer. He didn’t rebuke, didn’t affirm. Diego could feel him thinking about it, and hoped somewhere in that muddled little head of his that he’d at least internalize that. How could someone who loved so hard think he deserved so little in return. It wasn’t fair.

No more fair than how hard Five had to fight, only to die a few months after achieving it all. No, Diego refused. Five wasn’t going to die. Not yet, not this year or this decade. Five did everything in his power to protect them. It was time someone stepped up and did the same for him.

#in case it wasn't obvious i have a serious soft spot for Diego taking care of a semi-delirious Five #i mean Five being taken care in general but this specific flavor of it appears to be a favorite of mine lol #tua #the umbrella academy #fanfic #fic snips and bloopers #tua fanfic #tua fic #Five Hargreeves #my stuff #my fics #planned obsolescence #i considered saving this for masked author/artist coming up but i doubt this will be any condition for AO3 by may #and i feel like i'd get clocked so fast posting something like this #also i have a shit memory and i already had a planned obso tag so now im worried i;ve posted this before and have simply forgotten #if i did tumblr ate it #hope y'all enjoy :)

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