#but i do have a soft spot for tua

[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

[kiiwiigii]

Rubber Ducky

Pt. Two

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec helps you after the end of a long day.

Warnings

Fluff n' kinda sorta smut-but-not-smut

Either way, NSFW

Alice Cullen. Again.

Word Count: 1.297

A/N: SORRY NOT SORRY. Also, this was requested by a lovely anon. I dunno if it's the same nonny spamming my inbox, but I love you nonetheless, darling.

It was the end of the day, and I was dead on my feet. Working as an assistant to the secretary of the Volturi was a lot more difficult than it looked. I was fairly sure that I was doing most of the work if I was being honest, but I enjoyed it, nonetheless.  

Although today had been rougher than usual. I had been doing a lot of back and forth, and running errands in between. Walking around in heels was a chore and my feet were killing me. I was sure I would die from foot pain before I ever had the chance to be turned. And on top of that Alec wasn't back from overseas yet. 

I paused in the middle of opening my bedroom door, a sound echoing from the bathroom. Water? I was immediately on full alert. No one in this castle would hurt me, at least not purposefully. And they usually didn't enter my room without permission.  

Except Alec.  

I rushed towards that bathroom and in my excitement tripped, going down like a ton of bricks. 

"Sonofabitch!" I hissed between clenched teeth. 

"Y/N?" 

I felt a cold hand on my cheek and looked up to see Alec.  

"Hi." I winced. 

"What happened?" 

"I tripped." 

He shook his head, carefully checking me over, his hands cold against my skin. No serious injuries, just a small scrape on my knee and thankfully no blood. He pulled me to my feet, giving me a soft kiss in greeting. 

"What am I going to do with you, amore?" 

"Love me?" I batted my eyes at him with a small grin. 

"Hai già il mio cuore, tesoro." He kissed my forehead. 

I glared up and him and he smirked in return, knowing full well that I couldn't understand a damn word he was saying. 

"Come on, amore. I already have a bath ready for you." 

I squeaked as he hoisted me into the air and carried me into my in-suite bathroom. The large marble tub was nearly full, and I was happy to see it was brimming over with bubbles. And then I noticed all the lit candles tucked into nearly every nook and cranny in the bathroom. My eyebrows rose a little as he sat me down and knelt to begin pulling off my heels. 

"What's the occasion?" 

"Does there have to be one?" 

"I suppose not. It's just rare for you to do something like this." 

He paused momentarily, rubbing his cool thumb over one of my ankles. "I simply wanted to surprise you."  

He then looked at me with a small smile that was very un-Alec-like. 

"Are you okay?" 

He snorted. "Yes, amore." 

He helped me undress, letting his hands linger softly as he caressed my skin and then proceeded to help me enter the tub. I gleefully sank into the water until just the very tip of my nose and my head were seen above the bubbles. I relaxed for a minute before spotting something off. I picked it up and shot Alec an incredulous look. 

"Is- is this a rubber duck?" 

It most definitely a rubber duck. What made me start to giggle was the fact that not only did Alec bring me a rubber duck for my bath of all things, but it was a vampire rubber duck, with a cute little fangs, a cape and Dracula-looking hairdo to match. My giggles burst into full on laughter until I had tears in my eyes. 

"This really made my day. Thank you love." 

I looked over to see Alec sitting and watching me, arms crossed on the edge of the tub, that same un-Ale-like smile still on his face. 

"Are you not joining me?" 

"No cara. Desidero semplicemente sedermi e godermi la tua vista." He said softly, his hand finding its way to my hair and running his hands through it until it came undone from its careful chignon.  

I groaned, dropping my head back. "Alec." 

"I said that I wouldn't want to get between and your rubber duck." 

I burst into another fit of giggles. "That is so not what you said." 

He only grinned at me as he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the loofah on the edge of the tub. After putting a dab of soap on it, he carefully began to wash the back of my neck and arms. Ever so slowly he made his way down, keeping his touch soft and light. I squirmed a little as the loofah brushed over my nipples and further down.  

"Alec." 

His name came from my lips as a breathy moan. Alec paused, watching me carefully before smirking at me. 

"Sì amore?" 

At least I knew those words. I got to my knees and pulled him to me by his collar, melding my lips to his. I heard a soft splash as he dropped the loofah, and his hands gripped my waist. 

"I missed you, Alec." I breathed when we came back up for air. 

Alec didn't reply, choosing to kiss me again and bite my bottom lip softly. Before I knew what was happening, he was sliding into the tub behind me, legs on either side. 

"Uhm- babe. You're still fully clothed." 

"I know." 

I let out a squeak as he pulled me to him, my back to his front, and spreading my legs to prop up on either side of his open knees. I could already feel him hardening behind me and I squirmed a little, confused as to exactly what he was doing. 

"Relax, Y/N." He breathed, lips against my neck. 

He cupped one of my breasts, thumb flicking over my nipple softly before moving in small circles. His other hand crept downwards to my exposed pussy, quickly sliding his fingers through my wet folds and pushing a finger into me. And then another. Then he somehow managed to graze my clit a little with his thumb. I sucked in a harsh breath, my head falling backwards onto his shoulder. I melted into him and began rocking my hips slowly. 

"That's it, pretty girl." 

His lips latched onto my neck, sucking gently while his hands continued their assault. The sensations between the heat of the water and the iciness of his skin had me coming undone within minutes. My body tensed as my orgasm flooded through me and I couldn't help but moan his name as I came. 

Finally, I collapsed, and he held me to him, placing kisses along my neck and shoulder. We said nothing more, perfectly content to bask in the afterglow. I would definitely repay him in kind, but that was for later. Finally, all cleaned up, he got me out of the tub and wrapped me up in a towel. 

"I went ahead and set out your favorite pajamas for you." Alec kissed my cheek and began shucking off his shirt. 

"Am I even going to need the pajamas?" I asked as I eyed him appreciatively. 

He gave me a chuckle, nodding his head. "Yes. You are practically falling asleep on your feet, love. Go get dressed and I will join you in a moment." 

He was right of course. I was exhausted and my orgasm had really taken it out on me, seeing as I was still rather jelly legged. I nodded, but not before turning around and grabbing my new favorite toy from the now empty tub. 

Alec paused, giving me a look. 

"Really?" 

"Yup." I popped the end of the 'p'. "He's gonna go on my nightstand until the next bath time. I present to thee, Count Duckula!" 

Alec rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

Alice Cullen had been right; his girl had loved the stupid rubber duck. Then he paused in horror. What exactly had Alice seen? 

NEXT

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Translations (via Google Translate): Hai già il mio cuore, tesoro.: You already have my heart, darling. No cara. Desidero semplicemente sedermi e godermi la tua vista.: No, darling. I simply wish to sit and enjoy the sight of you.

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[some-1writes]

something’s missing?

The umbrella academy x f,platonic reader

warnings : female reader, TUA!sibling, swearing

i don’t know if this should be a series, i may decide after seeing if this one does good, it’s based after the first episode of the first season, if i messed anything up constructive criticism is welcome,hope you enjoy reading it, much love 🫶

Being the eighth child that Reginald Hargreeves adopted was never easy, especially with the gift that the young lady had, her gift was cloning herself which is super cool and fun but the downside was that she never aged, so currently she’s stuck in a fourteen year olds body with the mentally of an adult.

Saying that she never got to move out of the luxurious place she calls a home because no one would sell her an apartment, they always told her ‘your to young sweetie’ ‘ you don’t have a stable income’

she never pushes it.

So here she stands in her blue cargo jeans, complemented with a lavender purple long sleeved shirt, with her black high top converse, completed with her brown leather coat that reached just above her knees, her soft brown hair was in a half up half down style to show off her pierced ears filled with golden jewelry, this day she didn’t put in her contacts so she wore her glasses to complete her ‘funeral’ look.

She looks up from the book she’s reading as she heard the door open and close, she got up to get a closer look and as she did she saw her sister, well adopted sister, Vanya. She walked up to her and said “haven’t seen you in a while musician.”

Vanya looked at her and gave her a small smile “seems like we’ve all been busy, right?”

Y/n walked to her and gave her a small hug showing how much she missed the girl. “Crazy how the old man signed out, am i right” she said while chuckling. No use of crying over someone that was a shit person.

“ya it-“ before she could continue both the lady’s saw Allison.

“you came” allison said in basically a whisper because of how low she was speaking

“ya i did, i should probably go though, i don’t think anyone wants me here” Vanga had replied in the same tone, as she said that Diego walked by and said “you don’t belong here, not after what you did” as he began his walk up the stairs.

“Your seriously doing this today?” Allison replied

Diego didn’t reply but carried on his walk upstairs “ way to dress for the occasion by the way.” Allison scolded “At least i’m wearing black” Diego responded with

“i’m sorry he’s a grumpy little bitch.” y/n said to Vanya all she got back was a ghost of a smile

y/n left the hall as Vanya and Allison continued to talk. she walked back to the library to sit down and wait for the rest of her siblings

——————

eventually the rest of the siblings joined her, but the atmosphere was tense it was as if everyone had knives in their throats and if they spoke it would cut their necks open, slowly but surely, everyone was doing their own things, Diego looking out the window, Allison drinking something.

Luther was the first to break the silence “um… i guess you we should get this started. 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.” after that Y/n decides to zone out not wanting to hear the oncoming agrument.

——————

it’s been a few minutes until Y/n decided to tune back in just as everyone started walking out, she joined not knowing why but went to her room. locking the door and ignoring the music that started playing coming from across the hall in Luther’s room.

After a few seconds there was a bright flash of blue light that filled her room she looked out the window looking at the courtyard seeing the blue looking portal thing, she rushed out her room to get there before anyone else, soon they all joined her.

The heavy wind was making all the leaves on the floor lift and move around the area as everyone stood dumbfounded and the blue light

“What is it!?” Vanya exclaimed

“Don’t get to close.” Allison replied like the mother she is

“yeah, no shit, looks like some temporal anomaly, either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two” Diego reported to Allison

Y/n looked at him as if he was stupid and replied “black holes are only in space dipshit, we are not in space, never have been never will be. excluding Luther of course.” Diego gave her a look as if he’d just been insulted.

Klause came running out with a fire extinguisher and put it on to blow towards the blue thing, nothing happens so then he threw it into the hole, the fire extinguisher just disappearing “what is that going to do?” Allison said to him

“i don’t know, do you have a better idea” Klause said while rasing his hands in a defensive way, just as he said that a face appeared in the middle of the hole, a familiar face as he was pushing himself out of the floating thing, he managed to do so but fell from said height and landed on his stomach.

“Is it just me or do you all see a mini Five?” as Klause said that, the suspected lifted his head looked at everyone and exclaimed “Shit.”

——————

we’re all inside now looking at Five with looks of curiosity. wondering where he’s been all this time, Five walks around getting stuff for his famous peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.

“what’s the date? the exact date.” Five said while sighing

“the 24th” Vanya replied

“of what?” Five said slightly annoyed

“March”

“Good.” Five said

“So are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Luther said

Five remanded quiet after what was said, Y/n didn’t think this was going anywhere so she walked out to the library and looked at Fives portrait.

a little while later five walked in and stood next to her, giving Y/n a small shove and said “Now tell me why the hell your still so young?” Y/n giggled as he said that “my gift, apparently it has a downside.” Y/n replied, she looked up a little as she was a bit shorter than the boy standing next to her. “i’ve been this age for 16 years, just after you left. Been a bitch to buy my own apartment, or getting a job, but i won’t get wrinkles anytime soon” she laugh out, Five letting out a small chuckle with her. “why do you look so young?”

“i’m actually 58 but coming back i got stuck in my 13 year old selves body, kinda a shit deal, don’t you think?” Five responded to the question, while looking at Y/n he noticed how little she’s changed, sure she was a bit taller but other than that she still had her long brown hair and the same sense of style with her gold jewelry and her outfits have barely changed too.

Y/n looked at him and pulled him into a hug which he reciprocated and she whispered in his ear “ i’m glad your back Five, missed annoying you.” Five pulled back and gave her a smile “Glad to be back”

Y/n then walked around him to go back to her bedroom as Five watching her retreating figure, he wonders how much he’s missed out on by being away.

Five shortly leaves the library after Y/n 

#teen!reader #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #tua

[artsykerfufflespam]

Do you have a favorite color combo? Any art styles that particularly inspire you?

Hmmm idk if i have any fave color combos or color palettes, pink is my fav color so ones with it are maybe more likely to catch my eye, but i like all color palettes id say :]

As for art styles, i absolutely have some that inspire me a lot! Ive got a pinterest board of pieces I've collected that I think have some really nice things about their various styles

https://pin.it/4KlUb96

Things like thin lines, interesting face proportions, fun uses of shape n anatomy, color, and shading, can all really make me enjoy the art style

Heres some of my fave artists on tumblr n why ^^

@pedromirfilho lovely fun and wacky animations with great use of shapes and colors! Plus i like the absurd themes

@anticmiscellaney simply wonderful style, anaptomy, color, everything is so on point and cohesive, i just love it

@vivtanner just! So good! The pastels and amazing lineart with the soft and lovely themes, just so amazing and relaxing, and amazing and pure art style

@jmfenner91 god so coooool! Such popping colors immediately grab your attention, and the composition and themes of the pieces are just so interesting, i spend i long time looking at them, theyre so cool

@ozomilk lOVE! their art! So good! Anatomy is spot on, the poses are always so dynamic, their OCs are interesting l, and most catching to me i think is incredible and fun use of shading and highlights! Just so damn good ive followed them probably the longest

@notmusa UGH! YEAS! LoVE the way they play with anatomy and poses, and the faces of the people they draw, i aspire for their art style its so skrungy and yet so well put together i love it a lot

@namelyjamie does such a good comic-book-esque style with the use of dots for shading, it amazes me every time i see their art bc like wow i dont think i could ever do that! Its so good, and they capture peoples faces really well (they often make fanart of tua, and the actors are very recognizable in their style)

@sumpfbold love their style and use of anatomy and line, plus the colors are just *mwah!* Lol the themes they go with too i love, trans art and angelic beings, absolutely splendid things!

@vanessagillings so soft and sweet and lovely and relaxing, in theme, color, and use of lines. Absolutely beautiful artwork that makes me happy, and such a beautifully simple style that still includes great amounts of detail and texture

@k-eke so fun! Lovvve the colors and the pixel art and especially the animation, their animal animations never fail to make me smile

@kailysander love their art with their use of shapely anatomy, especially in the faces, and their use of color and line, just ugh so so good!

#answered asks #asks #my ask box is open #art #art styles #my inspiration #people i follow #beautiful art styles #people you should follow #artists you should follow

[nickeverdeen]

Hey! I just sent in a matchup request for TUA and Wednesday but I think I did some of it wrong and forgot to add some stuff so I'm just re-writing it rq, sorry if this causes trouble!

Likes: theatre, animals, the ocean, sunsets. movies, sleeping, being with people I love, horses, hugs.

Dislikes: General bigotry, any type of abuse, toxic ppl, loud noises, specific food textures, certain fabric textures, closing night shows, people who overstep my boundaries.

Pronouns: She/her

Personality: I am a big talker. I never shut tf up. I do have ADHD so I tend to sturggle a lot with social cues and other things. I always try my best to be there for others and be kind as much as I can. When someone makes me uncomfortable I freeze and feel like I am about to shut down. I do think I may have some form of CPTSD but I don't want to jump to any conclusions. I am a big theatre kid, you bring up any of my favourite musials? Your afternoon is now booked with me rambling about why I love said musical so much and me analyzing some of the songs and explaining in full detail why I think they make such a big impact on the show. I have a huge soft spot for animals and I have had one for them for as long as I can remember. I sob my eyes out whenever I watch an animal movie or war movie, or any movie remotely similar to Instant Family.

Hey, it doesn’t cause any problems, I just don’t know if you want a male or female match-up so I did both - hope that’s okay

————————————————————

Your The Umbrella Academy match is…

Viktor Hargreeves

It was never said in the show but I do think that as soon as Viktor could he went to some theater plays

Really likes them

Viktor loves both sunset and sunrise

If you two were to travel into a different country on holiday he’d definetly book a place where is ocean

For a date he’d probably prepare a movie night in his house or yours

That would be up to you

Vik is pretty touch-starved so be prepared for a lot of hugs and cuddles and kisses in private

Yet in public he just gives you hugs as he’s not a fan of PDA

He would never even yell at you so there is a -1000% possibility of abuse from him

Also hates loud noises so he wouldn’t even get near them with you

Viktor would never dare to overstep your boundaries and he makes sure of that

If anyone would he isn’t afraid to let his protective side show

He’s not much of a talker and prefers to listen so you two have a perfect dynamic

He listens and you talk

Always there to help you with your ADHD

Like he helps you with work or assignments and their deadlines

I can’t really say as I don’t have ADHD and don’t want to offend or misunderstand it

Viktor would sometimes vent about his problems to you

No matter what he thinks you’re the modt amazing and kindest person he ever met

(Sorry Sissy)

Again if someone would make you uncomfortable he’d be quick to stand up for you and give them piece of mind

Quickly after that checks up on you if you’re alright

He’s more than willing to take you to a doctor and see if you’d be diagnosed with CPTSD

(CPTSD = Complex PTSD)

Enjoys listening to you talking about music in general

Plays violin for you sometimes if you want to

He’s just like you with movies

Cries whenever an animal dies or a war movie is up

Your Wednesday match is…

Enid Sinclair

She’s a big lover of animals, movies and sunsets too

As we all know Enid loves hugs

She loves animals

(Is technically one herself)

Cuddles every night

Big fan of PDA but has her limits

Movie dates are definetly booked for you two

She is a sweet person, but if anyone would lay their hands on you…

Wish them luck

Enid is also a bug talker, but she can also be a big listener at times

Couldn’t care less about your conditions as she like Vik loves you for who you are

Jealous Ajax

Cries whenever an animal dies in a movie a lot

She’s not into war movies as that’s too brutal for her

Meeting her parents might be slightly uncomfortable, but she’d make sure they won’t say anything rude

Barely leaves your side

Constantly comes up with ideas on what to do when you’re bored

Enid tried to draw you once

(Ended up horribly)

Comforts you whenever you feel down

And you comfort her whenever she feels down

Stealing glances all the time

Cheek kisses when she’s running late

Buys you random stuff that you might like ‘cause it’s Enid after all

Matching outfits 100%

#request #headcanons #matchups #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #viktor hargreeves hcs #wednesday #enid sinclair #enid sinclair hcs

[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 3: Amish Hospitality

Warning: Strong language, smut (non-graphic), tw for religious trauma?, mention of animal cruelty, abuse, and drugs, a little violence

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

"Good morning, my Schnecke," Klaus squeezed me tighter, the morning sun coming shyly through the blinds. It was true, we were together, we were back home finally. It was almost too good to believe. "How can you look so sexy in the morning?"

"What are you doing up, Klausie? I feel like you're about to ask me something..."

"You know how much I love continental breakfast, but I thought I might get a little treat first," he smirked that devilish smirk I love so much. 

He sneaked under the blanket and parted my legs, blindly finding my sensitive spots with his skilled tongue and those soft lips. Yeah, he definitely was about to ask me something, there's no way I did anything to earn such a nice wake-up call.

"Baby," I breathed, arching my back, unable to think straight. "Come on, tell me what you want from me?"

"I want you to cum all over my tongue," he groaned.

"Oh fuck... Please, just tell me so I can relax."

"I know we have wedding stuff to plan and I promise I'll help you with that very very soon, but there's somewhere I wanted to go today," he drawled, not stopping his insistent ministrations. "Like a little road trip, would you come with me, Muschi?"

"Road trip? For what?"

"Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt," he murmured against my sensitive skin and I melted, that bastard knew exactly how to get me to say yes to essentially anything, it was so incredibly unfair how much power he held over me!

"You're head over heels for me?"

"Mmhm," he nodded, making sure to make eye contact with those innocent puppy dog eyes framed by those beautiful lashes... "Please? Please, Muschi."

"Fine, fine, I'll go," I moaned softly, which made my fiancé move more eagerly, easily driving me to the edge, making me come undone under him. "Happy?" I panted, falling back on my pillow with a satisfied exhale.

"Very! Are you? Or do you need more?"

"You can give me more later, we'll be late for breakfast."

To our surprise, a new hotel guest seemed to be causing quite an impression at the buffet. A hyperactive boy who filled his plate with everything he could get his hands on. 

During one of his many trips to the main counter, he bumped into me head first and looked up. "Sorry, ma'am, my eyes have a hard time focusing on beautiful women, so I didn't see you-"

"Hey!" Diego quickly got up to slap the kid on the back of the head. "That's your aunt! More respect!"

"Sorry..." he rolled his eyes.

"Wait, what?" I looked at Klaus who seemed just as confused as I was.

"So, allegedly, this is my son Stanley," Diego groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "These are my siblings, your aunt Vicky and your uncle Klaus."

"Oh my God! Hey, Stan," I opened my arms for a hug like every good Brazilian, he hesitated at first but accepted it after a few seconds of consideration. "It's so nice to meet you! Are you sitting with us for breakfast?" 

"No, dad said I'm grounded because I took one of his knives."

"Dieguito!" I muttered. "Come on, he's your kid!"

"Allegedly! It'll be good for him, time to reflect on himself," Diego invited us to his table while Stan ate alone in the corner. It was heartbreaking, but the kid didn't really seem to mind.

"That little delinquent is your son?" Klaus laughed "That's so funny!"

"Wait... Who's the mother?" Five asked, joining us after getting his morning cocktail.

"Lila," Diego whispered.

"Excuse me?" Klaus gasped.

"She dropped him off on my lap last night and bolted."

"Never really cared for that one..." Klausie shook his head.

"I told you she was trouble, I told you, Diego!" I cried. "She wasn't good enough, I knew something like this was gonna happen. Well... Not this exactly, but something not good. Who falls in love with a person they met in a nuthouse?"

"You did," Five joked. "Technically she's family."

"She was trying to murder us like yesterday," Klaus argued.

"Like I said, Family! Is she coming back?"

"Well, she better be, because we have more important things to be dealing with right now!" Diego raised his voice, catching the little boy's attention from across the room.

"D! Shut up, it's not his fault!" I smacked him the same way he had done to his son. "He's just a kid who never met his dad, how do you think he feels? Do you wanna be a bad father like ours?"

"Of course not..." he mumbled, not used to being chastised by me, his biggest apologist.

"Then stop treating him like an inconvenience, he's a human being! Actually, I'm gonna go have breakfast with my nephew, no one deserves to be alone. And if stealing your knives was such a punishable offense, Klaus and I would be in jail still."

Before I could leave though, Vanya approached us asking where Luther was, only... it wasn't really the Vanya I knew. 

"Love the haircut!" Klaus exclaimed. 

"Yeah, it makes your jawline pop, looks great," I agreed.

After the silliest smile, she continued to explain about the night before and meeting with Marcus, the Number One Sparrow, which obviously had us all concerned. 

"You can't just go around doing that, Vanya," I warned. "It could be dangerous even for you."

"It's uh- Viktor."

"Who's Viktor?" Diego asked and I gaped, internally mortified for the dead name slip even if I didn't know the new one.

"I am. It's who I've always been," he explained. "Anyone has an issue with that?"

"Um yeah!" I raised my hand and my fiancé nearly choked.

"Really? I thought you and Klaus would be the ones I wouldn't have to worry about" Viktor looked down. "It's still me, you know?"

"I know that, but you stole my name! Come on, man! Couldn't you pick your own name?" I whined. "Now if someone wants to call both of us it's gonna be like that Julie Andrews film."

He looked me in the eye as he processed what I just said and laughed, something I hadn't seen in a long time. 

"It's a small tribute actually. I wanted to keep it in the family, I wasn't gonna steal any of the boys' names and there's no male equivalent of Allison. So it's Viktor, and I couldn't think of a better name... You're unapologetically you, you have always been. You are brave and passionate, you always go above and beyond for all of us, and you were there to support me even when I was too sad to realize. I can't remember any happy childhood memories that you are not a part of, so I hope you're not actually mad at me."

I didn't have the voice to say anything else, I simply embraced him, tussling his short hair. "You know I can't be mad at my brothers for long, even when you ended the world I couldn't. I'm so proud of you," I whispered, kissing the top of his head before taking my plate to join Stan, otherwise I would've started to cry and it would've been a whole drama.

"Hey! Who wins the bet?" Klaus called as I left. "No one, right?"

"What bet?" Viktor asked.

"When we were 15, Klausie and I made a bet. I said you were a lesbian, he said you were bi, but if you're a straight guy we both lose," I shrugged, taking my seat next to my new nephew. "Hey, do you mind if we join you?"

"No," Stan tried not to smile, very much like his dad would. Even though they were not physically similar, somehow he reminded me a little bit of young Dieguito, when he still had that stutter and liked to watch telenovelas with me. "Who are they?"

"Those are your uncles Five and Viktor," I pointed.

"Five? Why is his name Five?" 

"Because he didn't like Finley," I chuckled. "Our dad gave us all numbers, but our mother picked our names according to the places we were born. He's from Ireland, but he didn't like her pick, so he's Five."

"Oh, yeah, makes sense. I wouldn't wanna be named Finley either. Do you have a number?"

"Yeah, I'm Number Eight," I finally realized at that moment that it didn't bother me anymore to be called Eight. That had always been very triggering for me, but ever since we came back, everything seemed lighter somehow. Maybe it was the weight of being Reginald's kid lifted from my shoulders. "And where were you born, young man? You don't have your mom's British accent."

"I'm- I'm from Berlin."

"That's a coincidence! Uncle Klaus too!" I looked over at the boys, still talking about timeline changes and rendezvous with the Sparrows. "He was born just about a month before the Berlin Wall came down, I still believe those two events are somehow connected," I teased and the boy giggled, filling me with pride.

I, unfortunately, didn't have much time with Stanny, as Klaus stepped in to steal me away for our road trip. Only we weren't going on a romantic road trip, Five was apparently tagging along as well. 

Every second I started to suspect more and more- actually no, I knew full well my fiancé was hiding something from me, I just hoped it wasn't the 'let's kill a loan shark who is stalking me' sort of secret.

"Are you sure we can drive the hotel car like that?" I asked, already going insane from Five humming on the back seat. 

"Oh yeah, Chet doesn't mind," Klaus assured, stopping at a drive-through to get some food. 

"It's on me," Five waved the money in front of me. 

"Where did you get that?" I asked, taking it reluctantly. "We couldn't even pay for a hotel room, now everyone has new clothes, take-out money..."

"Allison made a little visit to the bank."

"Oh," I nodded, relieved that at least I didn't have to feel guilty because of my secret stash, my siblings were well off. "How did I not think of that?"

"Because you were too busy with planning your nuptials with Caligula. Now I took the liberty to mark all the best spots to visit from here to Pennsylvania."

"Klausie, not to say I don't love Five to death... He's my little nugget of joy and looking at his face reminds me of our glorious teenage years and the wonderful sneaking out adventures we had, but why did we invite him?" I asked, taking my burger and my fries from the big paper bag on his lap. "Thought this was supposed to be a romantic countryside getaway."

"So roadside attractions were not on your to-do list for this romantic getaway? I share a wall with you two and the beds are squeaky, I know you can't have that much energy. What were you planning for today, Victoria?" Five leaned in between our seats.

"Our little cherub is retired, I thought he could use the distraction," Klaus gave me an apologetic look. "Plus, he's quite stable, isn't he? I felt like we might need the emotional support."

"Emotional support? For what?" I asked.

Klaus fell quiet for a second, the only sound we could hear was his straw as he sipped on his soda. He looked at me through the corner of his eye and cleared his throat. That's when I knew I was in for a treat, I might not like the treat, but I was in for it!

"Don't make that face at me! What are we really doing here?" I exclaimed.

"We are going to Pennsylvania to find... My birth mother! YAAAAY" Klaus tried to cheer me up, but my reaction mirrored Five's: complete disbelief.

"What is your birth mother doing there? Why would she come all the way from Berlin to-"

"Well, as it turns out, a very minor detail, dad's transaction to buy me took place in Pennsylvania and not in Germany as we first thought..."

"KLAUS! You lied to me our whole lives? You told me you were from Berlin!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I didn't know at first, I can explain! I knew if I told you the real reason you wouldn't have come!"

"Damn right we wouldn't," Five groaned. "Because I'm supposed to be retired and relax, Vicky is supposed to be planning a wedding, and you're supposed to be helping her!" 

"I know! But it can still be a carefree road trip, babe, I promise..."

"BALL OF TWINE!" our little brother jumped to grab the steering wheel and make the turn. "It's one of the best ones!"

"Five, we're gonna die!" Klaus shouted back.

"No twine, no birth mother!"

The two of them fought over the wheel for a few seconds and I screamed, covering my ears and closing my eyes to avoid the stress. I didn't care if we stopped to see a stupid ball of twine anymore, I just wanted an explanation as to why Klaus lied to me.

We finally made the turn and stopped a few minutes later to look at that stupid ball, it made zero sense to me why anyone would do that and leave it on the side of the road. It wasn't at all entertaining like Five made it seem, but I had to get out of that car and breathe. I was dizzy and starting to feel sick to my stomach which always made me nervous.

"I thought it would be a lot bigger," Klaus murmured.

"It seems pretty big to me," Five countered.

"Yeah, cause you're tiny," I grumbled, leaning against the hood of the car, still refusing to look my fiancé in the eye.

"Come on, Liebling, please just look at me," he took my hands, kissing them repeatedly. "Just listen okay? We all learned our native languages when we were kids, mom taught me German and my name is Klaus, so I assumed I was German!"

"You lied! What else have you been lying about? Is your hair naturally curly or have you been getting perms since we were babies? You're from Pennsylvania? ARGH!" I cried in anger.

"Okay, I get it. I was on the ass end of a two-week bender and I can't tell you the exact date, but Amy Whinehouse was at the top of the charts and you had just told me about your first kiss, so I wanna say... Mid to late aughts? I helped myself into dad's office looking for the key to his safe cause he had Pogo lock up all the stealables," Klaus started and Five turned to listen as well.

"I can't imagine why," I sneered.

"But instead," Klaus ignored my comment. "I found a treasure trove of our family history told in expired check stubs."

I closed my eyes and was able to see that image in my head through his eyes, but I didn't have time to be proud of my achievement in controlling my mind reading power. I was focused on reading what was right in front of me. 

"Rachel Herschberger, 89 Old Holland Road... Nine pound infant? Klaus you were nine fucking pounds? You were a pretty heavy baby, what happened?" I opened my eyes. "Three thousand dollars. Wow."

"I was too messed up at the time to do anything, right after that you put me in rehab, I was doing pretty bad. But I always wondered why she sold me for three grand? She couldn't have held out for five? Six?" Klaus chuckled sadly. "And now dad disowned us, Grace is no longer our mom, I'm getting married and I wanted my mom to know about it. I wanted to see her and show her that despite everything, I turned out pretty okay. I'm sorry for lying, I didn't have the heart to tell you after I found out, I mean... You always loved that so much about me, I didn't want you to stop liking me if you knew." 

"You think I wouldn't like you if you were not German?" I teared up, brokenhearted that he would think something like that.

"I don't know! I might be, mom might be an immigrant, you saw her last name... I just- I was embarrassed to tell you I lied. Do you forgive me?" he gave me a pitiful look knowing I would say yes.

"Fine, I forgive you!" I huffed, folding my arms. Maybe meeting his mom would clear things up, we would be able to understand this mess.

"Did you see anything about my mother?" Five asked.

"No, sorry..."

"Efa," I blurted out as the image invaded my mind, I was still seeing it through Klaus' eyes, a glimpse of that memory. "She's from Dublin."

"How do you know that?" 

"Because Klaus saw it, he just can't remember, but I can watch what he saw. Here's my mom," I sighed. "Maria Fernanda from Rio de Janeiro, I cost seven thousand reais."

"See? Your mom was a better negotiator!" Klaus pointed out, a little offended.

"No, that was a little less than two thousand dollars if you convert it... I'm that cheap."

"Hey, is no one gonna comment on the fact that Victoria can watch your memories? Memories you didn't even know you had that she just fished from your brain, and rewind them like a VHS tape whenever she wants?" Five commented.

"That is pretty cool, isn't it?" I smiled. "I guess I'm getting better at this whole mind reading business. My brain isn't so loud all the time anymore, I can see and hear what I want. For example, now Diego is fighting Alphonso... Wait, why is Diego fighting Alphonso?"

"Because it's Diego," Five tapped my shoulder. "Good job, Vicky, really impressive."

"Shall we go then? I wanna find out who I could've been if I didn't grow up in this stupid family," Klaus opened the door for me, which I can only assume he did out of guilt. "Well, not really a family, more of a..."

"Institute for snarky delinquents," Five joked. "And not a very good one at that."

"You know what? Say what you want, I wouldn't trade my family for anything," I said, getting back in the car. "I love every single one of you! Well, maybe I'd trade Luther, stupid monkey brain narc."

"You're right, I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world," Klaus admitted. "I'm glad you two came along. You're a good sister slash lover, and you're a good brother... Okay, alright, now you say nice things about me!"

Five shook his head in silence, but I had something to say. "You are my favorite person in the whole world!" I said hoping to make up for our little brother's lack of enthusiasm.

"Aww I love you two too!" 

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As we approached our destination, I started to notice a pattern: lots and lots of cows and lots and lots of fabric. The people were covered from head to toe even though it was very hot out. That's when I had the... unfortunate realization:

"Oh my God! Klaus is Amish? And from Pennsylvania? You're an Amish born in Pennsylvania!" I winced. "You think our family is bad? You were way better off growing up with us being abused by dad than here!"

"If you take everything into consideration you might be right," Klaus parked and took a look at my disgusted face. "Are you less attracted to me now?"

"Not gonna lie, if I wasn't so in love already, that would not help your case," I said completely honestly. "But I do love you and you are very hot, so you're still German to me."

"Thank you, Schnucki."

"Okay, doppelgänger check," Five stepped in front of Klaus as we headed into the community. "Do you feel anything strange? Itching, sweats, gas, anything like that?"

"No, I feel great," he grinned. "Apart from the old rash on the tackle, but what can you do?"

Five gave me a horrified look and I nodded with a grimace. "Good thing I'm indestructible, I guess..." I muttered before following my fiancé.

That place was exactly the way you would expect. It was crowded and creepy, it smelled like cow shit and everyone spoke a language I couldn't even begin to understand. 

"Hello there, guten tag, sehr erfreut," Klaus waved, but nobody seemed very pleased to see us. I awkwardly nodded, trying not to make eye contact, until I saw something that made me nearly gag and run the opposite direction.

"She's skinning a rabbit!" I covered my mouth. "It was a rabbit, it was alive, she's taking its skin! That's it, I'm going back to being a vegetarian! I had to stop because of that whole being stranded in Vietnam thing, but I refuse to eat meat after seeing this."

"Vicky, I think this is her..."

"Your mom is a monster!" I whispered.

"Mom," he called without even checking, but it's not like Klaus has been known to think twice before doing anything in his life.

"Nay, English, no mothers here. Only rabbits," the lady offered him a smile. 

"Dead ones..." I squeaked.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Rachel Herschberger," Klaus asked.

"No Rachel," a man came out of a shed before the lady could answer us. 

"Oh, okay, well that's a shame," Klaus watched him warily, by the tone of his voice, he wasn't looking to be friends. "Do you know where I might find her? I'm trying to track her down-"

"I said, there's no Rachel here. Now walk your fancy boots back to town where you belong and leave us be."

"You know Rachel don't you, Sara-Beth?" I looked at the woman, her eyes grew seeing I knew her name. "I can see you know her, you lost her..."

"Maybe you should let the kids speak, Caleb," she murmured, looking at me like I was some sort of witch.

"Yeah, no need to get your knickers in a twist," Klaus tried to joke, but that man wasn't having it.

"You're upsetting the womenfolk, now you're upsetting me..." Caleb took a step forward, giving Klaus a shove that made him fall on his ass.

"Your wife wants to talk to us, asshole," I growled, pushing that prick back. "If you touch my fiancé again I will do to you what she's doing to that rabbit, don't fucking test me, you freak! Womenfolk happen to love him!"

"I am not scared to hit a woman," he threatened.

"And I'm not scared to hit a stupid little bitch," I punched that man without hesitation, drawing blood from his nose. "Don't touch my family!"

"What is the matter with you?" Klaus got up, pulling me away to keep a real fight from happening. "I thought you people were supposed to be nice! You have ruined the Amish for me forever!"

On our way back to the car, I couldn't stop thinking about the look on that woman's face, she wanted to talk to us, she knew something! We have been pushed around our entire lives, now we were letting it happen again! 

"We're not leaving until we know where your mother is," I grabbed Klaus' hand and dragged him the other way, following the sound of Sara-Beth's thoughts, getting louder as we got closer to where she was in the middle of the woods.

"Vicky no! We're gonna get killed!" he cried.

"No, I can protect you, we need to know! We just lost so much, it's only fair we get the answer to the most fundamental question that permeated our entire lives," I insisted, finally finding the person we were looking for. "Hey, we need to talk."

"I don't want any trouble!" she backed off, clearly terrified of her husband. How could those people live like that? Always in fear, always in hiding.

"No no, neither do we," Klaus held his hands up. "You know Rachel, right?"

"She's my sister."

"Oh! That's..." he gave my hand a squeeze. "Do you know where I can find her?"

"Young man, she's been dead for over thirty years."

"What? That doesn't make any sense," I shook my head. "How did she die? When?"

"Brain hemorrhage, took her quick, thank the Lord," she frowned. "October 1st, 1989."

"What about her son?" Klaus asked.

"What son?"

"English! The cows are missing!" I heard Caleb's voice and elbowed my fiancé. 

"Jump on my back! Come on!" he asked, knowing speed was not my strong suit, so I did. I jumped on his back and he took off just like we did when we were younger. "Wow, you lost a lot of weight the last three years, huh? Let's get you some vegan burgers, okay?"

"I thought that was a good thing!" I gasped.

"I want you to be healthy, not necessarily skinny! Five! Five, start the call would ya?" 

"Hurry, Five! Stop doing math and start the car!" I yelled, flipping off the huge mob of Amish assholes following us like that scene from Pirates of the Caribbean when Captain Jack Sparrow is running from the cannibals. 

"Why can't you two just get along with people?" Five scolded, hurrying to get the car going. "You get into trouble everywhere!"

"We tried, we really did! The Amish are not as nice as people say," Klaus panted, letting me down.

"Wait! Wait a second, take this," Sara-Beth showed up from the other side of the woods bringing Klaus an old notebook. "Rachel's death was unusual and she wasn't the only one. "You have her eyes, English... Now go!"

"She would be proud of his future wife too, right?" I asked, sticking my head out of the window.

"No time!" Five growled. "Get in, Klaus! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

The angry mob almost reached the car, but we were able to narrowly escape with our little old brother's getaway skills, but Klaus wasn't worried in the least. He was more focused on reading his aunt's notes.

"This timeline is chock-full of riddles, get this," he pointed. "My mom died here before I was even born!"

Hearing those words, Five stepped on the breaks and I nearly flew threw the windshield, ending up between the two of them. "I need to start using a seatbelt, I know I can't get hurt, but that would've been such a mess..."

"Look, she passed on my birthday just a few moments before I was supposed to be born, you know... the 12th hour of the first day of October," Klaus flipped through the pages in frustration. "Oh no, Vicky... Your mom died too. Can you translate this?"

"Jovem estudante do Rio de Janeiro morre na praia de Copacabana após uma aparente hemorragia sem motivo confirmado. Suspeitas de bala perdida foram descartadas, o corpo apresentava sinais de gravidez... It says she died at the beach after a freak hemorrhage, they thought she was hit by a stray bullet, but she wasn't, and she was already pregnant with me."

"Look at her, Liebling, she was so beautiful. Just like you, look at these cute freckles... I'm so sorry, I know how much you thought about her."

"I know this is all very sad, but we have bigger problems here!" Five interrupted.

"I guess we do, if our moms never gave birth to us doesn't that create a paradox?" I asked. 

"Bingo, we might've just created the worst paradox we could possibly create... The grandfather paradox."

#umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #tua fanfic #tua #tua au #multichapter #oc x canon #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

[winter-seance]

I’m curious what your overall favourite Sheehan role is and also if you have a favourite lesser known role? 👀

Ooh, good question! tbf there are still a LOT of things I haven't seen yet. I love Klaus and Nathan a lot, though between the two I'd probably choose Klaus, since TUA was the first thing I'd seen him in (although I do remember Misfits gifs on Tumblr from the time it was originally airing and I thought he was cute, lol) I think I'll always have a soft spot for Klaus, haha

As far as lesser known roles go, I think I might go with Vincent Rhodes (though that could change with the more things I watch). Idk, he seems like a kind of person I could be friends with!

[thecosywinteremo]

More tua s3 thought splurging, Viktor and Five themed

I wanted a lot more Viktor and Five teamup ngl I didn't realise I had high hopes before they were crushed 😭 I loved that Five trusted Viktor at the end and they kinda worked together with their little checkmate and all but I wish we'd had more bc they're both v intelligent planners and they would make such a badass team besides the fact that I am forcibly making them besties in my head (bc based on s1 and even s2 to an extent you can't tell me that Five and Viktor weren't a dynamic duo as kids, even if only on the dl, so can we get some of that back? We were cruelly teased with a Viktor and Five teamup at the end then Five just walks away ughhh)

And yes Viktor probably should have like not made some of the decisions he made in terms of having his own little plans and just sorta doing them but also that's a Hargreeves family special I'm just happy to see him take the initiative. And it's not necessarily worse than what e.g Diego was attempting in s2.

Which brings me to: the rest of the siblings need to trust Viktor more! He would be able to contribute a lot more if they didn't see him through a lens of 'blew up the moon' or 'sweet naive brother who is easily led' all the time. Like I loved the fact that they were all protective of Viktor when they thought Harlan was manipulating or abusing him but also guys! Listen to the man! Nowadays he's usually about to make a relatively good decision (usually) and has a relatively sharp eye for detail etc and is v intelligent and overall as on it as the rest of them and it would help everyone to recognise that.

Also Five's like 'don't become a villain' WE'VE DONE THAT ARC FIVE. The moon, remember. But appreciate your concern and ngl threatening to kill him doesn't even cramp my besties hcs that much bc tbh I feel like Five would kill any of the siblings and just feel really bad about it inside afterwards. Plus he bet on Viktor winning an argument against Allison and intervened (alongside Diego bc ik Diego and Viktor's comics counterparts were friends as kids and they're my second fave sibling relationship involving Viktor on the show, tied with Viktor and Allison) when he'd deemed Allison to have gone too far so we all know he still has a soft spot for Viktor and it's just generally obvious Viktor has a soft spot for him, though maybe Allison is taking the lead in his good books bc she trusts him.

Which brings me to my other point, that Allison and Viktor and Five are the most at each other's throats bc lowkey they're the most similar in a lot of ways BUT I will not elaborate on that here bc this is long.

Would have loved to see Viktor hang out one on one with Diego bc their little moment with putting their heads together in s2 is so sweet but the 'good, you are' made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and the aforementioned standing up so.

Five making friends with Sloane and moreover hanging out with Klaus! Five and Lila enemies to frenemies! Five being like know what I'm going through it I'm having a break!

Now Five and Viktor better have like a full buddy cop thing or roommates situation or something going on in s4 if there is one bc there's so much to unpack with them as brothers, as extremely powerful individuals with extremely powerful regrets, and as individuals who in different ways have never quite related to and found their niche in the world the same way others had (ik Viktor found his place with Sissy but that was also a precarious place and he didn't really find himself until this season and then he hardly has time to settle into a new life and before that he was living in a drugged up fog, and Five has never had real stability so they work out a home and launching pad and their petty passions and moral and philosophical grappling together okay!! At least until the next big event comes along.

[stellarspecter]

hello tabi ♡ you’re my giftee for the psc exchange!!

I hope your december is off to a good start! I'm excited to make you a gift & here's a few questions for you:

what upcoming releases (any type of media) are you most excited about?

do u have a favorite flower?

which blorbos would you invite to a sleepover party?

- psc anon 🎁

omg hi!!

idk if this really counts as media but half alive and tessa violet are going on tour in the spring and i am SO HYPE. and ofc tua s4 but idek when that's coming out. i'm also watching the new dimension 20 season, and it seems really cool so far! other than that i'm honestly blanking on upcoming media 😬 idk i just find new shows when ppl start talking about it on my dash lmao. oh, i guess these already came out, but i'm excited to watched wednesday and glass onion once the semester's over and i actually have time to lol, i keep hearing great things

i don't really have a favorite flower, but i guess azaleas? we have azaleas in my backyard at home and my family always has a lil annual party when they bloom in the spring, so i have a soft spot for them lol

omg REGGIE!! and tbh all the cool kids from jatp lol. reggie, julie, luke, alex, flynn, willie, maybe teen!bobby and/or carrie if they promise to be chill lol. i think they'd all be great at sleepover activities and we'd all have a great time 🥰

#i need an ask tag #psc anon

[stitched-mouth]

Hello. I would like to request a match-up for marvel, TUA and Bnha. If you don't feel like doing all three of them you can also freely choose only two. Lately it has been hectic and I guess I need to relax a little away form my studies. I hope not to be a bother in case you're busy.

If you accept here's the information (I hope It is not too long and I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, It is not my first language):

WHAT I LOOK LIKE: I'm 1.78/80 cm tall. I have very long legs and a typical Mediterranean skin tone. I have short dark blonde hair that seems to become more golden under a warm sunlight and dark chocolate brown eyes (kinda funny since It's my favourite type of chocolate) that almost seem black sometimes. When I smile you can clearly see two small dimples on the right cheek (one on the cheek and the other near the right side of my mouth). I have a very small horizontal scar upside my left eyebrow (but it's almost invisible because I've had it since I was like what....5 or 6 years old?).

GENDER: Female and comfortable in my birth gender.

AGE: 18, 19 years old this November.

ZODIAC SIGN: ♐

NATIONALITY: Italian and German, but I feel more comfortable speaking Italian because I grew up there.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: I honestly don't care about it nor do I bother to identify myself. I don't really mind age either. usually I tend to be more attracted to men and strong badass women.

POSITIVE QUALITIES: joyful and naughty but you can sometimes see me calm / serene, even if this may seem strange to those who are used to the more chaotic and playful / hyperactive side of me, this does not mean that there is necessarily something wrong with me or that I'm in a bad mood ....I'm just quiet (or focused). I'm loyal to people who have my respect, I try to be as honest as possible and never lie about very important things or about my opinion. I am a very empathic and passionate person who always tries to see things from an optimistic point of view, even if this can lead me to sometimes be naive or to excuse people way too much. VERY curious and full of thirst for knowledge, I always say things to people's faces and I have a strong drive for adventure, I'm always ready for new experiences. I never let other people disrespect or boss me around and I would not hesitate to fight for what I believe in and for my own freedom. I have an open mind. I value​​ freedom, sincerity and independence more than anything else. I tend to prefer sincere (even blunt like me), ambitious, loyal and intelligent people, tho I have a soft spot for cute and innocent things.

I am a spontaneous person and, when I want

to be , very organized (the same cannot be said about my bedroom however), many would define me as a savage in a suit and tie. With great intuition i can guess most of the time the storylines / endings of the movies and the real killer in the detective ones, but this tends to irritate my family a lot when we watch a movie together. I have a very poetic even tho I prefer not to show it and deny it because I usually hate showing vulnerability except for one or two people who are close to me. When I care about something or someone, I care about it all the way and would do anything for the subject (or object) of affection. When I feel very comfortable with one person I like to have an almost constant physical contact, I become very cuddly and in the mood for non-stop attention basically like a cat (even if it does not seem due to my attitude as an "overactive bad bitch", because I tend to do a resting bitch face a lot without meaning to, I need a lot of affection, especially to appease the insecurities that gnaw my mind every time I am alone in my thoughts), but there are times when my mood changes 180 ° and I become squeamish and completely anaphectic (disgusted by any form of affection) . In cases like this I do not do it on purpose and, honestly, I cannot even explain the reason myself for this sudden change of attitude. If I behave a lot like this with you, especially in my vulnerable moments, consider yourself very lucky. Being very empathetic and sensitive to the moods and "auras" of others, physical contact is one of my many ways to express love and adoration and this means as well that I accept you to the point of "risking" being influenced (even if in an almost imperceptible way) from your, as I would say, "vibes". The physical affectionate gestures, even if they seem superficial (and maybe sometimes they are because I joke and play around a lot, also taking into account my expansive nature), they are often instead my very intimate secret declarations of genuine adoration (both Platonic and romantic). When I talk about physical contanct I mean little things like holding hands or fingers, I too don't always like big gestures and I'm not really a fan of PDA. Like I said, the maximum would do in public is hugging or giving pecks on the cheeks/top of the head of my friends. I could faint and get jelly legs in case a possible significant other would call me darling and kiss the inside of my wrist, but I would most probably try to hide it.

I tend to be a perfectionist. Not afraid to face challenges, I have a desire to accomplish all kinds of things in life with a strong need to experiment. I also know how to become very competitive, the prospect of breaking records and being among the "first in the standings" has a special charm for me. I am driven by a strong need to be better, especially academically. Despite my many insecurities and flaws, there is a great desire within me for growth as a person and soul.

NEUTRAL QUALITIES: Sarcastic, straightforward, academically speaking a good student, very intuitive and creative. Usually messy but I can be lovable when I want to. When I strongly bond with an individual of the female sex I become much more flirty ( I mean Flirt-joking) and physically affectionate (in an innocent way), and I will probably tend to behave almost like a wrapped mussel, especially if tired I will immediately start looking for them to pamper me and give me attention. I am the kind of person who almost always ends up in trouble but instead of making it a worry I am also the kind of girl who goes with the flow (in the sense of spontaneity and improvising in those situations ending up making them great adventures to be told in the evenings between peers). This happens so often that most of the time I am the one who voluntarily jumps into trouble given my reckless nature and my ideals of living a life to the fullest, such that if someone pops into something illegal but amusing I won't hesitate to join. Compliments make me almost always shy but I try not to show it. Sometimes stubborn in both negative and positive contexts, once I put something in my head I work very hard guided by a strong determination and self-confidence. I am reckless but know how to be cautious when needed and I prefer the company of at least one person who will know how to put me down to earth when my head is in the clouds for too long. I don't butter up words and it happens way to often that I say things in a wrong way, this can end up with me unconsciously hurting the people I care about, I am also very protective with the people I love.

NEGATIVE QUALITIES: Sometimes too stubborn and despite my generally shawl and open nature. There are times when I can be too naive making me end up in toxic ties (friendships). In those cases I have a hard time recognizing them as such but once I realize it I react quickly. I immediately try to solve the problem by dealing with it promptly and decisively. When it's time for action, I have enough confidence and ferocity to assert myself. Easily irritable, eccentric and sometimes impulsive although I normally try to control myself and better analyze the situation. I may seem arrogant and ooze what appears to be self-assurance from all pores but inside of me there is a strong insecurity. I get a little shy when someone backflirts, albeit as a joke, or gives me genuine compliments. I'm very lazy and tend not to ask for help from others almost never, I hate to depend too much on people, especially in personal and emotional matters, but I know when I get to a point where I have no option but to ask for help, I don't have any problems with admitting that sometimes I need a hand to be able to achieve my goals and ambitions. In these cases, I will easily let myself be helped and will first of all ask for help from whoever I deem efficient in the field that causes me difficulties. Even if I don't like being too dependent on someone this doesn't mean I don't like being pampered every now and then, but you have to be too careful otherwise I may start being overly conceited and arrogant. One thing I hate about myself is my impulsive and trigger-happy tendencie, I can't stand the fact that I am easily irritable. My tongue has no filters and is razor-sharp when altered, ending up saying and doing things I will regret bitterly for a long time once the anger is over. I know how to be very self-centered and disrespectful without realizing it (ending up sometimes insulting people I care about even without wanting to), in situations like this it is very important to point it out with a lot of kindness and patience, even the slightest undertone can drastically mark how I will react internally and how the comment will influence me, given my overly sensitive and anxious nature. Always remember that I NEVER do it on purpose and that I feel genuine affection even though I can sometimes pass for a grumpy little pervert. I don't like to apologize but if the situation is serious I put aside my pride. I enjoy teasing others in every possible way (especiallythe serious ones). I often do not realize that I end up being annoying, but I don't do it on purpose ........ Most of the time at least .... it feels fun to push people over their limits and analyze / admire the reactions. For me, even if the emotion expressed is negative, it is refreshing as I have seen a side of that person without the restrictions and self-control that they constantly try to impose themselves. It amuses me and also acts as a reassurance that the person is human and imperfect (just like me). I have a strong selfish need to remember every now and then not to be the only rose without some petals. Another reason for my tendency to want to freely enrage others is my immense fear of bonding too much with someone and thus risking being hurt, betrayed or losing sight of myself (as I am quite easily susceptible to other's moods). That is why I hurt that person first with small, almost daily, doses.

RELATIONSHIPS: None, I have never really felt the need to commit to a partner. I have other priorities and prefer platonic connections, but that doesn't mean I don't find herself fantasizing from time to time. Some would call me pragmatic and rigid in love but the truth is that I am a hopeless romantic, I am a huge flirt but if I ever end up in a relationship I would be one of the most faithful and loyal people.

HOBBIES: Reading, writing, drawing / painting / digital art, listening to music almost 24/24, baking desserts (making smoothies), formerly playing video games, playing DnD, watching movies and TV series, doing research (I have a particular interest in psychology , criminology and lore), do physical exercises for an hour or a half almost every day, collecting slides and shells or particular stones, pick flowers every now and then when I go for a walk in the green, retreating into my own fantasy for several hours devising stories and entire worlds (I really appreciate a well-structured World building when I read fantasy books). Reading manga and seeing anime every now and then, taking pictures with my Polaroid, learning new things and daydreaming. I recently started learning knitting.

PREFERENCES: Staying at home or on my own, but that doesn't mean I don't like to spend some time with people I really appreciate the company of,  and with whom I can relax or talk about my passions. If you can manage to touch a topic that fascinates me then I will undeniably become a first-class talkative nerd, I will be able to talk non-stop for hours without taking small breaks or minutes of silence. I like to study when they don't pressure or force me to. I love learning and having new experiences given my curious nature, once something catches my interest or attention I become an avid listener and student. I love the rain, lying on the canoes on the beach while gazing at the starry sky listening to music, all without saying a word. I love to swim in the sea at night or while it rains, simply float there with my belly turned upwards or splashing like an anchovy in the sea waves. The sensation of the rough and turbid grains of the sand rubbing the skin of my feet or the damp and tickling of the grass between my toes;. Long story short, I love being barefoot, it gives me a strong sense of freedom. I love to travel, especially long and sleepy car journeys without too many curves. I would dance in the rain rather than having to socialize, watching movies even at 2 am or admiring the starry sky at night while lying down. Always ready to explore ruins and abandoned areas or structures. I have a strong urge to show that others are wrong, when someone tells me that I wouldn't be able to do something, I work hard to prove them wrong (I am as stubborn as a bull). Another powerful impulse of many is my strong desire to touch the soul of people or a handful of individuals with whom I feel compatible even just platonically. I feel more comfortable in silence which is why I tend to be more of a nocturnal and reclusive person despite my seemingly sociable nature. I feel calm / comfortable even when I comment or talk passionately about the last book I've read or the TV series I've watched, with someone who knows how to appreciate and listen. When conversing with someone I prefer to speak deeply from soul to soul, to know their worldview or philosophy, values, morals and their innermost secrets, but often this makes me appear like annoying/nosy and can lead me to unconsciously invade the personal spaces of others. However, sometimes I prefer a more playful and chaotic approach while conversing with others, I like to make sarcastic, perverted or meme reference /black humor jokes, self-irony is frequent and sometimes enveloped. My humor is also often mistaken for flirting, when in reality it's just me joking around and that can cause a lot of misunderstandings. When I am very busy with an argument or while joking I tend to raise my voice a lot and sometimes find myself screaming without wanting to.

If it were up to me I would spend most of my weekends wandering around museums, especially art, natural history, geology, astrology museums and the Holocaust ones. But alas, I'm too lazy and hate the masses, so I rarely go there despite the fact that I love wandering around exhibitions and shows (the same goes for theaters). I love old black and white movies and ceramics, I have a secret passion for porcelain dolls but I don't own any. I love thrillers and splatters (I ALMOST ALWAYS SYMPATYZE WITH THE VILLAIN because I DO NOT listen or follow blindly society, I try to see things by theirpoint of view and try to understand them). I'm my own person and I have beliefs. Everyone deserves second chances, love or sympathy. I question very often society and politics, I WILL say what I think about everything even if it means going against censorship or the mass.

I'm obsessed with gossip and love shopping too much, every woman deserves to indulge herself every now and then ~. Definitely a 'Wine aunt'.

CAN'T STAND: Bullies (past experiences). When someone keeps talking or annoying me while I'm watching TV or reading. Crowded or too large areas (except in nature), sudden loud noises while reading, studying or listening to music. I hate short skirts. I also hate any shade of pink except magenta, dusty pink, pastel pink, or more purplish / faded shades. I do not like disrespectful and ignorant people without a trace of principles, almost as much as hypocrisy and abuse of power. Too intense arrogance in the long run, if the person only behaves like this and doesn't show me any good trait that I appreciate, pushes me away.

I can't stand seeing the people I love hurt physically and emotionally, this leads me to become very protective and to suffer with them or, in much more serious cases, to temporarily become almost completely apathetic from the shock of the situation. Another thing that enrages me in is when people accuse me without first having listened to my version of the facts, therefore being unjustly accused could lead to strong attacks of anger by me (even violent). I can't stand repeating myself too many times and stay in close contact for too long with people who are either stupid or who seem to rephrase what I said into something completely different just to fill the silence.

I hate people without their own opinion and who don't fight for what they believe in, for me the lack of a strong spirit is deterrent. I do not like to be touched by people with whom I don't have a certain bond and, although sometimes I do it myself without noticing it to others, I hate to be stared at.

HEALTH: I get sick easily and for long periods of time, I generally have neck pain and low blood pressure.

FEARS:  Arachnophobia, Atelophobia (social anxiety), Demophobia, a slight Philophobia and a strong Glossophobia.

DREAMS: Pursuing an artistic or psychology-related career, read many books and travel as much as possible.

FUNFACTS: My hands are cold 90% of the time even when I sweat or it's summer. I can't function without at least two cups of tea in the morning (I especially love black tea). Frequent are small dialectical spasms where I stumble on the language or forget to say some articles, probably also linked to the fact that I speak quickly and that I'm born as a bilingual. When I speak I also tend to gesticulate with my hands even if it is not necessary. I suddenly ask strange questions or comments with no real relationship to what I was talking about earlier. I'm a bit of a clumsy person, unable to whistle and sometimes I talk over other people without realizing it. I take homeopathic lozenges for my fits, anxiety attacks, tantrums, nervousness, stomach problems caused by stress and my depression which seems to disappear and then reappear every now and then (almost as if it was temporarily forgotten or ignored).

I can often be seen walking around with paint on my hands because I forgot to wash it off.

I cry for almost everything: my eyes water a lot when I laugh making them more sparkling, they get teary even when I'm under severe stress and when I'm pissed off, this often leads me not to be taken seriously by others in furious situations when in reality I am very close to biting off someone's head.

I'm a self-proclaimed detective and conspiracy theorist.

Once that I've developed a strong bond  (platonic or not) with another person, I absolutely love holding that person's hand. Whether it's just a finger or the entire palm, I don't even care if that person is starting to get sweaty hands. I'm the kind of person who hugs you in your sleep if you ask me to.

Holy shit..

When did you get time to write this?

Please don’t be offended but PLEASE read my rules.

[wanderer-among-undead]

He had been gone longer than he said he would. Alina’s fingers tensed as she clasped them together in prayer. Sue had been a good companion and listened to her worries, but a horse could only give her so much solace. The beautiful, speckled mare was close at hand, and as per Jarrod’s instructions she was to ride if he did not return before the moon rose from the horizon. It currently hung overhead  

“O Marika, illum in proelio defende, esto illi praesidium contra nequitiam et dolos mali. Eum gratia dirigat, te supplex oro.”

Short prayers spilled from her lips as she cycled through all that she knew, tears welling in her eyes she battled fear with every ounce of vigor her lord and champion surely was fighting with. For, if he fell what purpose did she have? Why would grace guide her to a champion destined to fail? Why would her champion avoid the path? And yet, still she prayed. Prayed for his protection. Prayed for Grace to guide him. Prayed for Marika’s patience, for surely he would see the path laid before him was good and just. 

A the sloshing of water and the gentle rustle of grace alerted Alina to the presence of another. With a gasp, her golden eyes scanned the darkness for a hiding spot, but surely this would be the end. She had been spotted, and --

“Alina…?” she heard a weary voice speak. “I thought I told y’... t’ go if I didn’...” She knew that drawl and turned around in time to see the silhouette of a man collapsing at the edge of their little camp. 

“Viam illuminet gratia.”   Alina could not get to her feet fast enough,her prayer conjuring a light bright enough to show her champion struggling to stand up on the soft, wet earth. Her breath escaped her as she rushed to his side, falling to her knees next to him. “My lord…” She placed her hand upon his back, hoping the jostle will encourage him. He was warm and wet in a startling way. The warmth stuck to her,, and her hand was stained red from a wound upon his back that  his cloak hid.  “Cum vita tua marcescet dolor…!” Jarrod grunted under gentle touch as she placed her hand down upon his wound, grace and light entering it and filling it with warmth. “Jarrod, get up,” she whispered. “Please, you must get up.”

There was something about Jarrod that Alina had noticed in their time together. As she watched him groan and grit his teeth as he pulled himself up from the mud, managing to sit upright. 

“Do you have any tears left in your flask?” she asked.

Jarrod shook his head, his breaths slow and heavy. 

Of course not. He must have drunk the last of it to make it as far as he had. “Then quickly, off with your armor.” She began to unfasten his cloak and left it drop behind him. His fingers were too slow as he worked to undo the buckles of the brigandine. Her own hands joined his, fervently helping him shed layer after layer, each one more soaked than the last. “Jarrod…”  She stopped herself from covering her mouth at the sight, the scent of his blood reminding her of its fresh presence on her hands.

Lacerations covered his body in places it should have been impossible. His armor would have stopped most blades before they got this close. She had heard of foul magics that could reopen the scars upon the flesh, causing one to bleed out in quick order. But could that truly be what happened here? Did he really walk all the way back here with these wounds? How? 

“What happened?” she asked softly. Worry and frustration mingled as she placed her hand on his back, muttering a more powerful healing incantation.

“Th’ white mask we ran in’ earlier. Had a feelin’ he was still followin’ us, an’ he was. Managed t’ get th’ jump on me. Threw a jar at me, filled with blood. Ain’t never felt somethin’ like that b’fore.” He could hear the glittery sound of his maiden’s incantation at work, and the direct warmth of his wounds closing. “Thanks, Alina…”

“If you knew he was out there, why did you go?” she asked, her hand pressing more firmly against his back. “We could have ridden far from this place and escaped--he was not on horseback like ourselves.”

“He would’ve kept following us,” he replied. “But yer right. we could’ve gotten away an’ prolly planned better fer ‘im.”

“Your bravery is commendable, my Lord, but… exercise more caution. You are too valuable to cast your life aside so…”

“I get it.” He grimaced at his tone. She had broached too closely to a subject that caused such a rift between them. “But a incantation he used produced a sigil--th’ one o’  the Mohgwyn Dynasty.” 

“My Lord…” Again, the Dynasty. The animosity her champion felt towards them was powerful, for they had his wife. The pain he felt ailed him constantly. For when they were connected, she felt it too. The loneliness. The anger. The sadness. The roar of “Bastard!” echoed in her head, along with the confusion that followed. It was her duty to guide him, but no counsel could assuage him. What was her purpose then, if this man was to become Elden Lord?

#drabble #Jarlina

[theos-oc-mayhem]

"Braids."

A Snowbird AU.

WC: 515

TW: fluff, Copell family fun

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“Where is the damn hairtie?” Caspian muttered, looking around his vicinity. He was seated on the floor, legs crossed, the twins sitting in front of him in a line. Every now and then, the family would get together for what they liked to call the “braid train.” Since everyone in the family—critters included—has long hair, everyone could join the party. It usually ended with the twins begging mama Vee and daddy Cas to fix their braids, since their young little fingers couldn’t quite cross the sections right. 

“I think you’re sitting on it,” little Felicity giggled, busy mussing up Tua’s fur. At the head of the train, she got the privilege of styling the poor canines graying fur. He didn’t seem to mind. 

“His big butts in the way!” Alora grinned, turning around to find her father checking under his bum. The hairtie, pink and frilly, was in fact, under him. 

“Ah-ha!” he held it above his head victoriously, putting on a little show for his girls who giggled and whooped. Verse chuckled from her spot on the couch where she was doing Sol’s hair. They were seated on the floor between their mother’s legs, firey hair in the process of being put into many little braids—”viking” braids as they had called them. 

“Turn back around, kiddo. I can’t tie your hair when it’s facing away from me,” Cas said in the voice that made Verse’s heart melt. For a hardened Mandalorian, he was sure soft for his little ades. Alora huffed and turned back around, crossing her arms over her chest. Her hair, usually frizzy and snarled, was tied into a neat braid. Alas, white curls still pointed in every direction, too wild to be tamed. He grabbed it and carefully wrapped the hairtie around the end, knowing his little Lora’s head was sensitive—like his. It always made his heart flutter at the thought that this was his child. He helped make this beautiful little kid that would grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. If, that is, she didn’t run away to be the galaxy-famous manicurist she always dreamed of being. 

“How does that feel? Good?” he said, and Alora gave a big nod.

“Yeah!” she chirped, abandoning her messy braid of Felicity’s hair and bounding up, running to her mother to show her. “Look! Look!” she gave a little spin, a wide grin on her lips. 

“You look beautiful, my little starlight,” Verse cooed, capturing Alora in her arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Sol took the honor the snatch the little girl and wrangle her into their lap, now a giggling mess.

“Let go of me, starry!” she squealed, squirming around. 

“Never!” Sol grinned—a rare sight, Verse’d say—as they attacked her sides in tickles.

“Hey now, settle down. I need to do Sol’s hair y’know,” she smiled softly.

“Listen to your mother!” Cas called from the floor, now doing Felicity’s hair. “Wouldn’t want to have to skip the nails, huh?” Oh—braid train, plus manny paddys, plus facials, plus dress-up. Forgot to mention it’s a bundle deal.

#short story #original character #oc #Snowbird #Star Wars #Star Wars oc #The Mandalorian #Mandalorian OC

[in-tua-deep]

4, 15, 25!!

4. total number of words you wrote this year

o heck UHHHH from the primary three google docs i use to write:   96129 +  14758 +  6725 =  117,612 words

That’s only for actual Actual fics that i have sequestered away in my google docs though hmm the count would be,, a whole lot higher if you also included my rambling on the au masterlist, plenty of which do have actual drabbles hidden inside them?

this is also only counting the umbrella academy content lmao i’m not going to go and count up my cat roleplay words or my magic and monsters world from my other blog or, god forbid, the words from all the numerous essays i’ve had to write this year

seriously when did this blog even start. what is the birthday of this blog??

15.  something you learned this year

About writing or just in general? I guess I learned that it’s okay to take care of myself instead of worrying what people are gonna think if I just vanish for a few weeks at a time lmao

I definitely learned that I make lots of spelling errors and mistakes in my writing and that just yeeting it into the abyss is fun but I always inevitably read back through it and make little edits later because i’m a Fool

I learned. a lot about the DSM? I can now list off the criteria for PTSD from memory which is kind of cool but also why Dr. Essman. Why do you hate us like this. 

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

HMM recommendations...

For star wars i liked shifting sands and have you heard (we could have had a stormtrooper revolution y’all. we could have had it all.) and i genuinely can’t wait for fialleril to start publishing anabasis, i don’t think it’s up yet but you can read snippets on their blog! i love all their lore and worldbuilding tbh

UHHH all the retold fairytales that shanastoryteller does i recommend reading - i love seeing where things go and the word choice and sentence structures?? i would die for them tbh, and gods and monsters (a retelling of greek mythos) is absolutely fantastic and a good one to read and read again

for atla I mean i’ll always recommend embers but i’m excited to see where salvage goes. i haven’t even seen stargate atlantis but i really enjoy this crossover fic with atla, the dragon king’s temple?

if we’re going old school then I really liked this naruto fic what you knead because Kakashi is my fav and he deserves healthy coping mechanisms and ear to the wall bc i’m secretly very fond of time travel fics

I liked this person of interest fic bc it was cute - you got your reviewer in my assassinchef because i rewatched that show this year sort of (i never finish it but i get pretty far usually)

this leverage fic, audience: 822,000 and homeland security, was really cute and I love the ot3 of eliot, hardison, and parker bless i need to rewatch leverage again

finally for umbrella academy (the content you’re all here for) I really enjoyed breathe, come and pick me up, along the corridor and up the stairs (i love all ur fics but this one has a special place in my heart), taking it slow (that’s how it goes), there are stones in my stomach and worms on my plate (i lied before it’s this one that has the most special place in my heart), traumaversary, this years love, the sky weeps series, and many many more but this is already getting long and i’m pretty sure the prompt was only supposed to be one fic oops

#ask me #ancientstone #i have too many fic recs #i love #all the authors on ao3 #i am subscribed to more fics than i can count #my inbox is a mess of ao3 notifications #i'm WEAK okay #i have diverse and varied fandom interests for the most part #but i do have a soft spot for tua #and look i know naruto is for old nerds but kakashi is my son?? #i have no idea what happened in the show but they sure did things #and my boy survived and became hokage which is what i care about so #time travel fics are good bc then i don't really NEED to know anything about future events tbh #i watch a lot of crime-y shows to play in the background #when i need to have multiple layers to do a thing

[squeamishdionysus]

Cuddles

pairing: Five x Reader

TW: none to note

summary: you go above and beyond trying to help Five get some sleep.

Notes: this is actually a one shot from my old Tumblr that i remastered after finding it deep, deep in my docs. I'd try to write new things for ATLA and TUA, but the problem is my Netflix got stolen and that's mainly how i get my inspo so i genuinely have no idea when I'll be able to post again lol.

Masterlist

Five had issues with sleeping: major issues with sleeping. He thought that at least some of them would clear up after the apocalypse was prevented, but that didn't seem to be the case.

His caffeine addiction certainly didn't help either.

Even though he very clearly aware of his problem, his siblings still made it their business to go out of their way to pester him about it every day.

Allison and Vanya tried to enforce strict dietary restraints on him to make sure he'd avoid anything that'd keep him up, but it never took Five very long to find loopholes in them.

Luther would ask him about his sleep schedule constantly and offered to take him to a mattress store to pick out a new bed every morning.

Diego made it his business to simply tease Five about it any chance he could, though it usually never went anywhere because Five would retort with an insult twice as efficient.

And then there was Klaus.

"You know, I know a dealer that specializes in selling sleep meds! I could hook you up in exchange for, like, twenty bucks."

None of them actually did something useful for him in his opinion, and he didn't think they ever would.

The only saving grace he had was you. You, despite being his partner, would never bring it up to him unless he did, and for that he was eternally grateful. It was nice that at least one person in his life wasn't constantly trying to be obnoxious.

Right now, you were in your room with Five, preparing everything for your first sleepover together. Five thought you guys were just going to watch movies and eat junk food. He couldn't have been more long.

You had blankets and pillows and all kinds of stuffed animals along with a body of what Five could only assume was some kind of sleeping remedy. You had also picked some crime documentaries to watch together, since those always seemed to put you both asleep whenever you'd watch them.

"honey, I love you, but I don't appreciate the babying," he commented with a sigh, sitting on the bed.

You chuckled, patting his head playfully.

"You've barely gotten any sleep in the past 6 months," you scolded. "Babying has unfortunately become a necessity."

You plopped down beside him and smiled. "Besides, I've already gone through a lot of trouble to make everything perfect for sleeping, so I don't want to hear any complaints about it!"

Five shook his head, smirking. "you know you don't have to do that."

"Actually, I do."

Five blinked and stared at you for a good moment. After about a minute, you waved a hand in front of his face.

"Falling asleep already?"

He shook his head and just smiled, letting out an intimate whisper.

"I love you, you know that right?"

Now it was your turn to stare, locking your eyes with him. A tense silence stretched on. Five was about to speak again when you silenced him with a quick peck to the lips.

"And I love you too."

"I know that."

"Do you now?"

~~~

That night, you found yourself with Five sitting in front of the TV in your room, watching one of the numerous true crime documentaries you had selected.

"the wife did it," Five said.

"How do you know?" you said smugly, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Well, not only is she the only one who hasn't had an interview, but the majority of murders on this show end with the spouse doing it. Actually, annually, about 700 marriages end in murder, so it's really no surprise."

"if we got married," you asked, turning to him and looking over at him with big, baby doll eyes. "-you wouldn't murder me, would you Five?"

"Statistically, 55% of spousal murders are committed by the wife, so really," he gave you a sly smile, "I'm the one who should be worried."

"If you keep up with the snarky remarks, you just may have to worry." You giggled, leaning on his shoulder. "Just answer the question!"

He rolled his playfully, sighing with fake exasperation.

"No, I would not murder you."

"I wouldn't murder you either."

Soon, the clock struck ten o'clock and you perked up.

"Alright, bed time. No more crime documentaries for us.

Five snapped from his sleepy daze staring at the television and looked over at you, confused.

"what?"

You grin, kissing his cheek.

"Time to go to bed, Five."

"I am 58 years old. I don't need a curfew."

"Your consciousness may be 58, but your body is still a teenager." You stood up. "You of all people should know that, since you monologue about it any chance you get."

He sent you a playful glare, rolling his eyes.

"Point is, you need to sleep, and this is one of the best ways to do it."

Five sighed, but crawled into bed with you following right behind him, no complaints leaving his lips. You leaned over the side of the bed and shut off the lights, snuggling up to your pillow and closing your eyes. Five tried to entertain the idea of going to sleep, closing his eyes a few times until it finally sunk into him that sleep was not going to be possible. And so, he just stared at the ceiling, waiting for you to fall asleep so he could sneak out and try and find something caffeinated. He could just say he went to sleep, it's not like you'd notice it.

However, the longer the two of you laid there, the less and less Five felt compelled to leave. You had gone out of your way to do this for him, and while his siblings had done many similar things before, going to equal, if not more strenuous lengths, this was different. He didn't just want to blow you off. So for your sake, and your sake alone (Five managed to convince himself), he stayed, trying his best to come close to sleep.

There seemed to be no hope for the idea, though. That was until you rolled over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Five felt his body stiffen, his mind unsure of what to do. He wasn't exactly used to affectionate contact, yet, despite months of dating you.

Really, he wasn't used to any contact that wasn't violent.

However, he quickly relaxed, finding that he quite enjoyed the affection. You were warm. Like, a comforting warm. And your skin was soft and radiant, attracting his hands like a magnet as he wrapped his arms around you. Holding you resembled that of a nice spot under the sun on a spring day, and Five was loving every bit of it.

Your breathing was slow and gentle, and he could lightly feel your heartbeat against his chest. It was like a lullaby to him, slowly carrying him off to sleep like a mother's gentle song would an infant.

He held you closer, realizing that at this point, he was cuddling you and you were cuddling back. He had always heard how nice things like cuddling were, but had never cuddled anything besides Dolores, who was a bit uncomfortable if we're being honest. He had to say, he quite liked it.

For the first time in a while, Five's eyes got heavy and his body relaxed as he slowly lost himself to sleep.

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[the-silentium]

Doppelganger

Summary: Reader found herself in front of the weirdest situation ever. Her boyfriend... fighting himself from another timeline.

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 2250 words

Warnings: TUA season 2 spoilers, violence, sex reference, swears. 

A/N: The season 2 was crazyyy! Can’t wait for a season 3 now . Okay, so let's say Five got his time travel to 2019 good and is the same age as his siblings and the reader.

Being in a relationship with one Hargreeves was strange enough. It took you a while to get used to your boyfriend's habit of jumping from spot to spot, mainly because he, sometimes, would bring you with him and nausea would hit you like a train. As much as you admired his ability, your stomach had a limit and space-jumping was far from it. 

Five Hargreeves was your best friend from the age of seven. Whenever he wasn't practicing, studying or fighting crime, he passed his time with you, playing around, pranking his siblings or simply hanging out. He became your boyfriend on your twelfth birthday. You were never one for big parties, so Five took you out, bought you the next book of your favorite series that recently got published and took you to the roof of his house. The space had been decorated with string lights, pillows, blankets, a projector and a plate of doughnuts you suspected were from Griddy's. You passed the evening watching Marvel movies, both of you leaning on the other, your head on his shoulder. He asked you to be his girlfriend at the end of the night.

Being in a relationship with one Hargreeves naturally comes with passing time with his siblings, which let’s be honest, add to the strangeness of your daily life. Klauss constantly talking to an invisible Ben, sometimes laughing at you like a maniac because you almost sit on his brother. Diego with his usual black suit, sharpening knives at any time of the day and throwing them randomly only to move them in the air. You didn't have enough fingers to count the times you had leaned down in a hurry trying to dodge a knife that had ultimately deflected from its trajectory before it could reach you. You knew they would never hit you, but your survival instinct was strong. Luther and Vanya were usually silent when you were around. From what Five had told you, Luther was just shy around you and Vanya was… Vanya. Allison was pretty happy to have another girl to hang out with. You liked her kind heart and felt comfortable around her. 

You never thought that your life could get more strange. Or fucked up. But then there was Five’s disappearance, which broke your young heart. This same heart started beating again 17 years later at Sir Hargreeves’ funeral, when your boyfriend reappeared, taller than in your memories. His hair was longer, his young features were now mature and his stubble made him incredibly attractive. Tears fell from your eyes when your gaze found his. Immediately, he space jumped to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your smaller form.  

Finally, you thought. Everything is back to normal. You should have known. The apocalypse was at the corner and you had to stop it. Needless to say it wasn't a big success. So there you found yourself, in 1963, in front of two fighting Five. The Five of your timeline wasn't doing a lot of progress convincing the older Five to follow the plan and get into the portal, so you got an idea. 

At the bar, the older Five couldn't take his eyes from you. His fingers twitched at his sides when he first saw you, a clear urge to take you in his arms written on his features. With a smile you made the first move, sliding your arms around his waist in a hug, head on his chest. His sharp breath made you tighten your hold a bit. He just passed 45 years without you and you couldn't imagine the pain he was in. His embrace was just as tight around you, but you didn't mind. Your own Five had been as desperate for contact when you both reunited. 

You faintly heard a soft "I missed you" before a forced cough ended the moment. You released your hold around him with a smile. The second his hands were off you, another hand got a hold of yours and pulled you to a strong body. Your boyfriend radiated jealousy. You rolled your eyes, knowing that it was useless to explain your actions because of the paranoïa he was currently in. 

Back to the present, Luther was getting more agitated by the minute and the hits he received from both Five were nothing to help. Before something too dramatic happened, you took the matter in your own hands. 

"Five!" Your shout got both their attention almost immediately. Both of them had the other's collar in their grip, fist in the air ready to strike.

As you walked up to them, the fists slowly fell down, surely to avoid hurting you in the process. Their grips though stayed the same. 

"This," you said removing both their hands off the other, "is childish." They both huffed, insulted but not daring to talk back to you. You put yourself between them, facing your boyfriend and pointed to Luther. "Go with Luther." 

His brow furrowed in indignation. The sweat dripping from his forehead, his messy hair, his wide eyes and his crumpled clothes made him look like a wild animal. You hoped he wouldn't be jealous and trigger the seventh phase. You couldn't deal with homicidal rage and you doubted Luther could either. 

"I won't let you-" you cut him off by raising your hand between you. Reluctantly, he closes his mouth and glare at you. Sadly for him, his glare had stopped affecting you long ago. 

"I got this." Your palm made contact with the tense muscles of his torso. Never before had you felt him like that. Stiff. Ready to slit throats. You shot him a wink, hoping he would back down and let you execute your plan. Again, you should’ve known that it would never be as easy. 

Having run out of patience, Luther got a hold of the sniper rifle and pointed it in your general direction. “Hey, assholes!” The second your boyfriend registered that the rifle was pointed at you, he quickly got a hold of your left arm and pulled you to safety behind him. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the old-timer do the same, only a second too late. “I’m done listening to you both. I’m in charge now!” The barrel of the sniper traveled from one Five to the other multiple times, accelerating your heartbeat. 

“Luther, lower that gun.” Both Five growled at the same time. Two hands were still traping you behind your younger Five, his protective grip keeping you in place. 

Luther shook his head. “Not before you two-” his words abruptly died under the two murderous ice-blue gaze of well trained assassins. That was your cue to save the day.

“Luther. Lower the gun.” Your voice was steady, you knew what you had to do. To your surprise, Luther listened to you, the gun slowly lowering to the ground once again. You gently pushed Five toward his brother. “Let me talk to him.” You were pleased with your confidant tone despite how insecure you felt inside. Five’s grip on your arm loosened after a while, allowing you to take a step toward the older Five. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see that your boyfriend’s blue gaze would never lose its brightness. The older version of Five still has his stunning icy eyes, which means that you will have the pleasure to get lost in them for your whole life. The enamored smile that slowly stretched your lips caused the older Five’s heartbeat to skyrocket. He had missed that smile for 45 years and he was desperate to see it again and again. 

“You could have it, you know?” His eyes went wide, mouth slowly opening in silent words. His astonishment made you chuckles. “You may not be the Five of my timeline, but you are still Five. I can still read you like a book.” Your beautiful smile almost made him tear up. He was definitely helpless when it came to you.

“I really can? After all I’ve done?” You didn’t have to read him to know he was apprehensive of your answer. As kids, Five always repeated to you that he never cared anyone’s thought of him, never failing to put the emphasis on anyone. But you were perfectly aware that your opinion counted. And a lot at that.

“Of course.” You looked at him with sad eyes, thinking of the you of his timeline. The you that is still waiting for the love of her life to come back. Your gaze fell on a couple down the parking lot, walking happily hand in hand. “I know for a fact that I’m waiting for you back home.” Your eyes found his once again. “Because my heart will always belong to you.” 

The older Five took a sharp breath in, trying to keep his composure. He opened his arms a bit inviting you for a last embrace that you contentedly accepted. You made sure to do it quickly so there was no more jealous altercation but made sure to convey your message properly. “You know, if you make sure that your siblings are good with Vanya, you and the other me will have plenty of time to catch up instead of worrying about the apocalypse. And if I could give you a bit of advice…” You got on your tiptoes to be closer to his ear, whispering the next part. “Don’t shave your stubble. I can’t resist it.”

Older Five’s chuckles reached your ears, making you smile. You two separated after a few seconds and the old-timer nodded to his younger self, who needed not to be told twice. As quickly as he could, your boyfriend used his power to create a blue vortex toward 2019. 

“Into the vortex you go, asshole.” Five’s sharpness made you roll your eyes. His hands pulled you to him, allowing him to kiss your cheek possessively. 

“Give me the math so I don’t end up too young or too old for her.” He winked at you, earning a laugh from you. There could be a thousand Five out there, but you were 100% sure they would all be the same. Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s arms tightened around you. 

“You stand next to the vortex and I’ll tell ya.” The old-timer hesitated a moment, knowing well that his younger self could easily double-cross him.  “Go!” You smiled at him and nodded, assuring him that you would not let that happen. Older Five made his way toward the vortex, close enough that he started to be pulled slightly by it. 

“Now give it to me!” You kept an eye on your boyfriend before he gave the equation, wanting to be sure he would be honest. You saw a flicker of mischief, but a slap on his chest from you got him back to business. 

“It was a typo. We put the decimal in the wrong spot in our proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. We wrote down five-point-seven. It should be-”  You were so lost it almost made you laugh. Instead, you put your head on his chest, hugging his side. His arm automatically wrapped around you, his hand stroking tenderly your back. Oh, how you loved your genius. 

“Zero-point-nine-seven.” Their synchronism got the best of you this time and your laugh escaped your mouth. A kiss on your head made you tighten your grip for a second, reciprocating the sentiment. 

“Son of a bitch! I knew that didn’t look right!” Older Five took a time to breathe and prepare himself. He looked at the young couple in front of him, ready to finally find his happiness once again. “I guess this is it. I’ll see you soon.” He winked at you. You smiled and waved goodbye.

“Now off you go.” By your Five’s tone, you knew it was time for the old-timer to go. If he took another second, you were sure that Five would push his older self through the vortex with enthusiasm. Just before the old-timer has time to get in, a fire extinguisher was expulsed out of the vortex, hitting Luther square in the head. 

Your eyes went wide from the shock. You didn’t see that coming, but then you remembered Klaus throwing it in the blue vortex, back at the funeral, and you can’t help yourself and laugh wholeheartedly. 

During this time, the old-timer entered the vortex, safely appearing on the other side. True to his word, the younger Five gave him the good formula. He felt young again. But most importantly, in front of him was you, the second part of him. Before the tears in your eyes could fell, he space jumped to you, pulling you in his arms. He silently thanked the you that was still stuck in 1963 for convincing him to get in the vortex. 

In 1963, you smiled at your Five before giving him a kiss. He was still a sweaty mess, but you two have already been there. If you were lucky, maybe later you two would be a sweaty mess together. A smirk appeared on Five’s lips, clearly telling you that he caught your train of thoughts. 

“We did it!” Luther’s cheers burst your bubble, pulling you back to reality. “We have the briefcase!” Five sighed in your hair. There was still much to do before getting some alone time. 

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favorite color: indigo for my permanent favorite color, but i do have a soft spot for forest green, midnight blue, salmon, yellow. 

currently reading: king of scars by leigh bardugo. which has taken me way too long and over the course of months to actually make it halfway through the book. it’s not even terrible? i say as i literally just admitted i’m just halfway lol but like LB really did peak at soc. this book is so rough, and it’s so weird because there is a lot of good ideas... ideas that need to be separated.

I’m also reading kanej fics, although there haven’t been too much posted. so, i will be happy with what available :) but i’m also weirdly picky, for no reason. so, the filters have been a lifesaver. and ok, i’ve tried reading a few yen/jaskier/geralt fics... and can admit it wasn’t successful :/ i’ve also been reading’s @marycontraire star wars fic (anakin x obi wan), which is great. 

i’m actually gonna try to read something non-grishaverse. and maybe try blood of elves again or probably just reread a romance novel. idk, maybe i will actually get back to finishing up my collection lol

last song: hadestown, any song lol

last series: the wheel of time, my friend advice me against reading the book and given that i don’t care for one of them, i can understand why lol also, tua... ya, my slow rewatch has just made me like s2 a lot, something, something, something, family... does it have it’s problems? yes. am i having a good time? yes.

sweet, savory or spicy: sweet, i have a terrible sweet tooth. and spicy too :)

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the color heart emoji sets for sabladies

concept set / quote / kos

but see i say this and like i end up just working on a different project lol

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