#i hope y'all like it!

[riality-check]

cw: discussions of body image

After everything, Steve gets softer.

Eddie spends so much time around him that he doesn't even realize it's happening, not until he's looking through his version of the photo album Jonathan put together toward the end of summer '86 so he could give it to Nancy and Robin and everyone else before the graduating class headed their separate ways.

He looks at it on an August day in 1987, about a year or so after Jonathan shyly handed them out. It's hot as balls outside, and while the AC in the trailer makes a lot of noise, it doesn't make a lot of cold, so it's hot as balls inside, too. Eddie ties his hair up with a purple scrunchie he stole from Nancy last week, and as he's looking at a page in the photo album, he stops.

It's a picture of Steve lounging by the pool, sunglasses on, blissfully unaware of Max and Erica in matching blue bathing suits standing behind him, poised to dump a bucket of water on him. Eddie remembers how Steve chased them down after, soaking wet, and threw them both into the pool without a single shred of hesitation.

He remembers Nancy's knowing look as he flushed from his face all the way down to his chest, thinking very not-PG thoughts about Steve being so strong, and he remembers shaking his soaking wet hair at her to make her shriek.

But, obviously, he didn't remember how Steve looked then. He's been superimposing the version of Steve he knows now onto the one that existed then. Casualty of spending nearly every day with him after the Spring Break from Hell.

Steve, in the summer of 1986, was so skinny.

Not rail thin like Eddie was. Not even close. He's always been broad, always muscular, but in that picture of him lounging on the chair with his arms above his head, shirtless and wearing a pair of swim trunks with the periodic table on them - a gag gift from Dustin that he actually ended up using - Eddie can see the definition of his stomach, his arms, his chest.

He looks good in the photo, but, then again, Steve could wear a potato sack and roll around in a pig sty, and Eddie would still think he looks good.

"What are you looking at?" a voice says from the doorway.

Eddie looks up to see Steve, 1987 Steve, the Steve he knows now.

He's got his arms crossed around his chest, looking at Eddie with a fond sort of smile. His glasses - which he refused to get until Robin dragged him to the optometrist - are perched on his nose, and he's barefoot and shirtless, having just thrown on a pair of shorts after getting out of the shower.

And Eddie realizes that Steve now, in the year since, has gotten softer.

He remembers reading, once, that really strong people don't have super defined muscles. Whatever book he found that in acknowledged that it was counterintuitive, but that fat supports muscle. The two have to exist, side by side, and a muscular body without fat is a body under stress.

Steve in 1986 was under stress. Eddie realizes, and a sort of warm relief floods his chest when he does, that Steve in 1987 isn't under stress anymore.

He's still strong and broad. Always has been, probably always will be. But where there was definition in his stomach last year, there's a little bit of squish now. His biceps have gotten bigger, too, as have his thighs.

Eddie is torn between wanting to bite him and wanting to squeeze him and never let him go.

"Jon's photo album," he says instead, and Steve traverses the general clutter of clothes, music sheets, and cables on the floor of Eddie's room to get to his bed.

He sits down next to Eddie, and Eddie can't resist wrapping an arm around his waist and squeezing, pulling him into his side.

Steve, as always, complies.

Eddie doesn't flip the page in the book. He lets Steve look at the page of pictures from Max's birthday, then watches as his eyes land on the picture of him.

Eddie watches him frown and decides that, nope, they're not doing that today.

Steve has told him, vaguely, about some of the stuff he was pressured into doing for sports. About cutting calories and vigorous exercise, about how soreness and hunger were viewed as prizes instead of pain.

He mentioned, once, how he was glad he never did wrestling because he was pretty sure it would have made it all a hell of a lot worse.

And to think Eddie used to hate jocks before dating Steve.

"You're hotter now," he says without any preamble, and while he probably should have started this conversation differently, it's worth the surprised laugh Steve lets out.

"You're just saying that," he says, and Eddie can't let that stand.

He puts the photo album on the bed and climbs into Steve's lap, holding his face in his hands.

"I'm not," he says seriously. "You're hot all the time. Probably always have been, definitely always will be."

It's true. Eddie's miserable crush on Steve during his first senior year, when Steve had that awful haircut was the subject of much good-natured bullying from Gareth, Jeff, and Archie, as well as bonafide proof that, unfortunately, he could not choose who to have a crush on.

"But I love whatever version of you I have in front of me the most," Eddie continues. "So, you're hotter now."

Steve smiles. it's a timid smile, one that Eddie thinks doesn't suit his face. Steve is a confident guy at his core. Timid smiles look like he's trying on a too-small Halloween costume.

"You mean it?" he asks.

"Of course I do," Eddie says, kissing him once on the forehead. "You're always warm, you're strong as hell, you give amazing hugs, and you make me feel safe."

"Safe?"

"Yeah. You feel safe. Like home."

Steve's face breaks out into a grin, one that's more confident, one that suits his face better, and he kisses Eddie once, slow and sweet.

And if Eddie loves holding and being held by Steve, well, that's no one's business but theirs.

And if Eddie's favorite place to be is laying with his head in Steve's lap, cheek pressed to his stomach as he falls asleep, well, they don't need to say anything about it.

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #cw body image #dredged up from discord yet again #i hope y'all like it!

[dbnightingale24]

Bad Habits

A Thomas Shelby Love Story

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Part 1

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Alright, before everyone starts yelling at me, I promise that the final part to my Ransom story is almost done. It's slightly longer than this one, and I'm being extremely picky about it cause I wasn't necessarily happy with the last one I posted. That being said, my husband and I binged all six seasons of 'Peaky Blinders' in five days, so now we have this. I'm also posting this one first because I used a different approach on this story and it's giving me extreme anxiety lol. I tried to capture the accents and the essence of the show, so I really hope you all like it! Anyway, here goes! Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye for the amazing moodboard, I love you and will build a monument to your greatness.

Word Count: 24,549 (to those of you who are new: I'm sorry. To those who aren't: this is me being on my best behavior and you know it.)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI) , Swearing, Drinking, Drug Use, Depression, Religion, Fluff, Anxiety attacks, Cheating, Abusive Relationship, Angst (c'mon now, it's me), Family Drama, Child Trauma (if you squint)...I think that's it. It dives deeper into a lot of things in part 2.

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: I Only Know How To Go Too Far

I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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His eyes meet yours from across the room and you know you’re fucked. You should’ve stayed away. Yes, it’s your sister’s engagement party, but you knew he’d be here. The way your family loves the Shelby family...you knew. You knew he’d show up and would be looking for you. Still, you came and you know it’s because you miss him. God, you miss him like crazy.

Thomas fucking Shelby.

“Oi! Come over here, love!” Arthur calls, drunken smile on his face as he makes eye contact with you from across the hall.

“You stay away!” you laugh as he makes his way to you.

“Lets have a dance, eh?” he suggests as he finally reaches you.

“You, Arthur Shelby, shall not lay a finger on me tonight, or any other night,” you smirk, grabbing your glass and taking a swig from it.

“And why is that?”

“Tommy ‘ll kill ya,” you giggle, nodding across the room to where he’s sitting with his wife, Grace. 

“He has no say in it now, does he? He’s married.”

“As if that ever stops the Shelby men,” you tease and he flips you off.

“One dance.”

“Not tonight, Arthur. Besides, a man of your status seen with a woman like me? What will the people think?”

“Who cares? I know how I’ll feel,” he smirks and you burst out laughing.

You really have missed the Shelby men.

“What’s so funny, eh?” Thomas asks, causing you to jump cause you didn’t even notice that he had made his way over.

“Nothin’,” you giggle, feeling the burn of Grace’s glare on you, “what ya doin’ over here without your lady, Thomas?”

“Just wanted to see what ’m missin’ out on.”

“I think I’ve found someone more agreeable to my needs,” Arthur smiles as he makes eyes with a woman across the room, “if you’ll excuse me,” he nods as you start laughing again while he walks off.

“So, you’re fucking Arthur now?”

“Watch it, Thomas,” you warn, cutting your eyes at him before taking another sip of your drink.

“You used to call me Tomcat.”

“What do you want?”

“Come with me.”

“And if I don’t feel like it?”

“Come with me,” he demands in a harsher tone and contradictory smile, before starting to walk out.

You roll your eyes as you grab your glass and bottle before following him out. 

You’ve known for a while that it angers him that you don’t fear him in the slightest. You also know that it irritates him that there’s no reason for you to be scared of him; you two have been through so much and have known each other for so long...

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The rest is on AO3. For whatever reason, Tumblr won't let me post the whole thing on here -_-

Here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49359964

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taglist: @emerald-evans, @autumnrose40

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #Thomas Shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #Thomas Michael Shelby #Thomas Shelby Fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby smut #Peaky Blinders #Cillian Murphy Character #Cillian Murphy Characters #Thomas Michael Shelby fanfic #Don't Hate Me #I Hope Y'all Like It!

[hime-bee]

For the artsy folks (or just people who like music hehe) I finally got around to finishing a Spotify playlist suited toward Leumin! 😍

#thanks for the reminder to that one person hehe #i hope y'all like it! #Inclement Idée Fixe #Leumin Holiday #spotify playlist #Spotify

[butscrewmefirst]

the countess of the cortez | carrd | credit

#❛ promo || … i want to show you something you’ll enjoy. #made by the AMAZING briar! #he always does such beautiful work. a talent we're all lucky to have! #❛ out of character || … cannibal mother. #❛ queue || … i wanna be adored. #also this is like my soft reset of my blog! #nothing major has changed... tho all of the images have changed on my blog lol #i hope y'all like it!

[blazefirefox]

Finally, after 4 long months, I have finished the first part of my OC voice claims! I unfortunately had to make it a YouTube video because Tumblr wouldn't let me post my 40 minute long video ;_;. The editing is probably a little funky because I was editing at 11 at night on 5 hours of sleep. These characters are part of an Owl House AU I have that surrounds The Collector and the backstory I have made for them. I first made this AU all the way back in June, so some parts are definitely not aligned with canon, but I have tweaked some factors to match with the show more. This first video(s) are the important characters in my story, while the second part will be background/not as important characters. Here's a little key that will help with understanding some of the characters:

Red dot - this character is deceased/residing in the Stars (with one exception)

Blue dot - this character is residing in the mortal plane as a ghost

Red dot with a bit of black in the middle - this character is a resident of the Dark River (hell)

Green dot - they are in some other residence/it's complicated

I also would like to shout out to @wake-up-and-face-the-sun and @onyxstic for sitting through all my explanations of these characters, as well as being huge inspirations for me and for being so kind :3

Without further ado, enjoy ;)

Fluttering Bird, Sol, Millie, Delta, Sentinel Millie, and Kasai's take place during the events of The Owl House

Sierra, Soot, Kindle, Sunfire, and Sandstorm's take place before & after the events of The Owl House

Jasper, Slate, Mirage, Storm, Cyclone, Mourning Dove, Snipe, Quiet Rain, Juniper, Liana, Micah, Clouded Dawn, Thunder Fall, Shaded Dusk, and Hollow Branch's take place before the event of The Owl House

Vermillion, River Ripple, Misty Sky, Jackdaw's Flight, Floating Feather, Teen Falling Dusk (Dusky), Teen Fluttering Bird (Birdie), Teen Millie, Blackout Sol, Blackout Thunder Fall, and Blackout Hollow Branch's take place after the events of The Owl House

Here's where the characters with green dots reside: Sandstorm is in their own purgatory, based on their confusion and questionable deeds in their life, to wander around, slowly losing their sanity; Quiet Rain chose to be reincarnated so that she can watch over her dear friends, as she promised...; Sentinel Millie is basically a beast form of Millie, deciding to rear its ugly head whenever she is feeling an extreme negative emotion, or whenever they feel like it; Kasai was forced asked by the High Archivist Council to right the wrongs Sol has caused, so he has lived far past what a normal Sun Archivist should and has survived many life-ending events, and will not succumb until Sol is dealt with. Mourning Dove, unlike Sol's other victims, chose to stay in the Inbetween to keep an eye on her children.

If you have any questions, PLEASE ask! I would love to answer questions about family trees because I sure I made that confusing in the video lol. Thank you for watching, and I hope you liked it!

[I do not claim any of the voices or the show The Owl House. The only things that belong to me are the AU, most of the characters, and the art.]

#art #toh collector oc #my ocs #voice claims #video #i hope y'all like it! #exporting this was literally miserable #i didn't want to make this a yt vid #but whatever #i worked on this for so long that you may be able to see where my art style flucuated #im gonna go take a nap #Youtube

[allsassnoclass]

Hi hazel!!! Congratulations on 500!!!!!!! Could I ask for cashton with "The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits" maybeeee. all my love and my hand in marriage if ashton is the one who's nervous <33333

@lukemichaelcalumashton: Hello hello hazel! congrats on the followers, you deserve each and one of them! i'm here with the prompt "the intimacy of "how did you know that?" "Because I know you" for cashton maybe? love you, congrats again! -monse

hello hello!  I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two prompts.  They go together perfectly

this particular fic is part of the first responders au, although I think it’s passable to read as a standalone

cashton: the intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits, the intimacy of “how did you know that?” “because I know you”

Calum sighs in relief when he finally pulls into a parking space, carefully maneuvering the car between a huge truck and a family van with room to spare on either side.  Ashton’s apartment building stands squat and imposing in front of them, the shiny, modern building blotting out the sun.  Mali surveys it from behind her sunglasses.

“It’s a bit of an eyesore, isn’t it?” she remarks while Calum rounds the vehicle to join her on the sidewalk.  He barks a laugh.

“Ashton thinks the exact same thing,” he says, ushering her forward.  “He only lives here because it’s affordable and surpasses all of the earthquake safety regulations.”

“Smart man,” Mali says, stepping aside so Calum can put in Ashton’s door code and let them in.  The lobby is uncomfortably sterile and white in the way that modern designs seem to favor but Calum hates, but at least the elevator is smooth and functional, not like the one in Calum’s building that lets out a terrifying grinding sound every time it moves.  This one is silent as it takes them up.

Ashton keeps telling Calum that he should move.  Calum will only do so if Ashton moves with him.

“Promise me again that you won’t give him the shovel talk?” he requests, watching the lights on the buttons change with each floor they pass.

Mali slides her eyes over to him, amusement twinkling in them.

“If you keep asking me that, it’s going to make me think something’s wrong.  You mean you don’t want me to defend the honor of my one and only baby brother?”

Calum knocks their shoulders together, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm.

“My honor is fine, thank you.  I just don’t want you to be mean.  I want you two to get along.”

“If he likes you half as much as you like him, I think we’ll be fine,” Mali says.  The elevator dings, announcing their arrival, and he gives her a smile as they make their way down the apartment corridors to Ashton’s door.

Calum isn’t actually worried, not really.  Ashton and Mali are both extremely likable.  He doesn’t know of anyone who can resist their natural charm, and he loves them both.  He can’t fathom a situation where they would come out of tonight disliking each other.

“Ready?” he asks her as he approaches the correct door and the cute, lemon-themed welcome mat that Ashton keeps outside of it.  Mali nods, and he takes that as the cue to knock.

The door swings open after a few muffled thumps sound from inside, revealing Ashton with a wide, dazzling smile.  He’s wearing one of his printed button-ups, the red paisley one that shows off his arms as he gestures them inside, and his earring glints off the light in the hallway under his curls.

“Come in, come in!” he enthuses, closing the door behind them and skirting back to the front of their little triangle with a light brush of his hand on Calum’s back.  “You can leave your shoes here if you’d like.  It’s so nice to meet you, Mali-Koa!  Calum has told me so many wonderful things about you!”

“He’s told me a lot about you, too,” Mali says, undoing the straps of her sandals and returning his smile.  “Just Mali is fine.”

“Right, just Mali.”  He claps his hands together.  “Can I get you guys anything to drink?  Water, oat milk, soda, lemonade?  Dinner will be ready in a moment, it’s just finishing up in the oven.”

He flutters to the kitchen, checking over his shoulder that they’re following.  Calum puts his hands in his pockets and tries not to pout because he didn’t get a hello kiss like usual.

“Water would be lovely,” Mali says.

“What about you, Cal?” Ashton asks, reaching for the glasses.  The timer on the oven chooses that moment to go off, and Ashton fumbles the glass.  Calum winces at the clatter it causes as it lands in the sink.

“I’m so sorry,” Ashton says, reaching for the cup and looking at the timer.  “Let me just–”

“I’ve got it, Ash.”  Calum takes the glass from his hand, ignoring the crack in it.  “I’ll do beverages, you do food.”

Ashton purses his lips together, but grabs the oven mitts without protest.  Calum hears the timer shut off, then feels a wave of heat at his back when the oven door opens.

Usually Ashton welcomes Calum’s help in the kitchen.  Calum is almost always roped into cooking with him when he comes over for dinner, because Ashton never wants him to be bored waiting for the food to finish and the kitchen is his happy place.  Calum loves that Ashton wants him in there with him.

Apparently not today, though.  Calum tries not to let it sting, but he has the worrying feeling that this might become a pattern for the night.

He gets new glasses of water for all of them, with ice for Ashton and without for him and Mali.  Ashton sets a delicious-smelling vegetarian lasagna down on his little wooden table off to the side between the kitchen and dining room.  The apartment doesn’t have a great space for a dining table, but Ashton doesn’t like to eat at the kitchen island when he has company, because he doesn’t like having to fully turn his head to see and talk to them.  The table is already laden with their plates and silverware, as well as apple slices, rolls from the supermarket down the street, and a small garden salad.

“This looks wonderful, Ashton,” Mali says, hovering by one of the chairs.  Calum chooses the one at the head of the table, and Ashton loops around to pull out Mali's chair with a flourish.

"Thank you," she laughs, taking her seat.

"My pleasure," Ashton says with a wide smile.

He insists on dishing everyone up, apologizing profusely when he drips sauce on the table transferring a slice of lasagna to Mali's plate, noodles and sauce sliding into a steaming lump with the ricotta cheese instead of maintaining a neat rectangle.  He fumbles the salad bowl while he passes it, too, immediately apologizing again.

He's more of a klutz than Luke tonight.  Ashton is usually the steadiest person that Calum knows, always focused and calm on calls and grounded whenever they hang out.  Calum has never seen him like this, and he's never heard him apologize so much in such a short amount of time.  He can feel the frenetic energy coming off of him in waves, can see it in his wide, frozen smile.

Calum presses his foot against Ashton's under the table, hoping to settle him.  Ashton glances at him, then returns his gaze to Mali.

"So, Mali, tell me more about yourself!"

Conversation flows relatively smoothly after that, with Ashton leading most of it and laughing loudly.  Calum ensures that Mali knows most of the vegetables in the salad were grown by Ashton on the apartment's rooftop garden, and Ashton quickly brushes off Mali's compliments on it and turns the conversation back to her.  Mali can barely get her own questions in edgewise, even though Ashton usually loves to talk about himself.

Calum catches him squeezing the space between his thumb and forefinger, something he does when he's anxious or has a headache.  Calum gently presses their feet together again.

Ashton is wearing socks.  Calum has never seen him wear socks in the apartment, not even during winter.  He only ever wears them in the firehouse because he needs to keep his boots on in case they get a call.

Somehow, they make it through dinner without a major incident.  Mali doesn’t seem to have picked up on the weird vibe in the air, but maybe she thinks Ashton is always like this.  She doesn’t know Ashton like he does.  Calum can see every nervous fidget and the effort behind his wide smiles.  It’s making his shoulders tense.

Mali, thankfully, excuses herself to the bathroom before dessert.  Calum turns to Ashton the second he hears the door close behind her.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, laying his hand on Ashton’s forearm and brushing his thumb across his skin in a gentle back-and-forth motion.

“Nothing’s wrong!” Ashton says, smile still fixed in place.  Calum wonders if his face aches.

“Ash,” he says evenly, continuing his thumb’s back-and-forth.

Ashton is one stubborn motherfucker, but he’s too brittle right now to keep this contained from Calum.  He watches him waver, then crack like concrete under a sledgehammer, slumping back against his chair.

“I’m fucking everything up,” he mumbles, frown quivering.

“Hey, no you’re not,” Calum says gently, shifting closer.  “Mali likes you, I can tell!”

“Why?  I’m obviously not hiding my nervousness well.”

“You’re doing fine,” Calum assures him.  “Just because I noticed it doesn’t mean that she did.  I’m your partner, Ash.  I’m supposed to notice these things.”

“What gave it away?”

Calum sighs.

“Your clumsiness, for one.  I’ve never seen you fumble anything, but you’re dropping things left and right today.  You’re using the smile you give to people when we’re on calls, not the one you use with me and the rest of the team.  You keep pressing the pressure point on your hand.  Also, you’re wearing socks.”

Ashton frowns.

“Lots of people wear socks.”

“Not you.”

Ashton sighs, pulling his hand away to squeeze his pressure point again.

“Some people get really weird about seeing feet.  Like, they hate it.  I didn’t want to make a bad impression.”

“Ash, sweetheart, we live in LA,” Calum says, exasperated.  “No one here owns socks.  Mali isn’t going to dislike you just because you don’t like the feeling of cloth on your feet.”

The space between Ashton’s eyebrows wrinkles, just barely enough for Calum to notice.

“How did you know that?” he asks.

“Know what?”

“About the socks,” Ashton says.  “That I don’t like them because I don’t like the feeling of it.  That it’s a texture thing.”

Calum tilts his head.

“Because I know you,” he says.  “You always take a deep breath when you put them on, like you’re steeling yourself to head into an emergency, and you grimace in the same way when you eat something you don’t like.”

For a split second, the image of Ashton grimacing over sludgy hospital coffee over a year ago leaps unbidden into his mind.

He’s been observing Ashton for a long time, first as teammates so they would be able to read each other in the field, then as someone hopelessly pining over a distant crush.  As much as there’s still more to learn, he knows enough.  He knows Ashton in the same way he knows how to put his gear on once the bell rings, or the cracks in his ceiling that he studied night after night when he first moved into his apartment here.

“I know you,” he repeats, hoping that Ashton can read everything he doesn’t know how to say within these syllables.

Ashton smiles, because he knows Calum, too.  He hears it.

By the time Mali returns to the table and they eat dessert, Ashton’s socks have been abandoned underneath the table, and his smile has softened into the one that Calum is used to seeing in this apartment, not the mask he pastes on when necessary in public.  Mali meets Calum’s eyes over her slice of cake when Ashton lets out a genuine giggly laugh, her eyes sparkling.

Calum knows Ashton, but he knows his sister, too.  He recognizes that look.

Ashton has nothing to worry about, just like Calum knew from the start.  He leans back in his chair and watches the beginning of their friendship unfold, happy to bask in the presence of the two people who know him best.

#cashton #first responders au #my writing #ask box prompt #returning to these guys! huzzah! #i like them #i hope y'all like it!

[jakeyt]

BABE WHERE IS COVET I MIGHT START EATING GLASS 😭

PLEASE DONT EAT GLASS

<333

#covet #asks #i hope y'all like it!

[cardinal-copia-popia]

Reluctant Death (click for better quality)

#alright my first post on my new side blog! #and my first Ghost fanart 😬😬 #well my first fanart in general #I've never been so inspired in the way of art before #I hope y'all like it! #😄 #ghost band #my art

[trannydean]

RvB TUA!AU

Third AU of mine, let's goooo

This AU is basically Red vs. Blue characters in a The Umbrella Academy environment. TUA is my favorite TV show, and RvB is my favorite web series, so I thought, why can't I make some sort of AU out of this? And that's how I wrote ~11 pages of backstory in less than 12 hours. The rest of what I have so far is stuff that happens in ep 1, and like one or two extra ideas. Despite that, this AU is definitely a huge favorite.... I have lots of favorites....

The short version of the backstory is this: the Director is a time-traveler from ~500 years in the future that came back to 1989 to adopt 6 children all born on October 1st, all at exactly 12PM. He brought his newborn daughter (known as Carolina, or Number 1) with him. He heard of a phenomenon that happened in 1989 when 30-some children were all born under mysterious circumstances that all seemed to have powers, and he figured that they could all save Earth from the apocalypse that destroyed it on April 1st, 2019.

Now, here's the long version.

The Director had been a young man on Earth with powers of time-traveling (not to mention he was smart as hell), in 2019 when he blipped ahead to after the apocalypse happened. He was shocked to see the Earth in ruins, and no one was alive other than him. He initially planned to go back in time to figure out what caused the apocalypse to stop it, but he realized he couldn’t do it on his own.

So instead, he went back decades in time and started a project to make a space capsule large enough to hold many people, which led up to an entire space station that could hold thousands of people. He disguised his reasoning for wanting to create this project so civilians could go to outer space, and show that anyone could live there. The government publicly denied his request for all the equipment he needed, but a secret organization free of government control went to him and said they would help him.

After decades of work, they were able to complete the Director’s objective. By this time, the apocalypse was nearing, and he was an old man, but at last, he had found a way to preserve the human race!

The space station was humongous. It was like the MOI, but so. Much. Bigger. It could house thousands of people, along with thousands of animals so there would be fresh meat in space. Also so there were pets. Water was kept in the biggest-ass water tanks ever, and there were tubes that tracked around the entire station so the water could be moving, and it wouldn’t be just sitting and growing stagnant. There's so much more to it (it's a lot cooler than the Ark in the 100). The point is, the space station is awesome. There were also multiple capsules, not just one, that could fit hundreds of people at a time, so there could be multiple trips of people going from Earth to the station thousands of miles up.

But that organization tried to get rid of the Director. There were new people in this organization who weren’t as willing to listen to him as there used to be. They thought if they killed off the Director, they could use this to do tons of shit that would ultimately destroy the human race. Especially since the Director had put a damn time machine in there so that after he was gone, a select few would be able to go through and get more supplies if there was ever the need to do so. But the organization wanted to go back and like keep bad guys alive and murdering and doing all the bad stuff they did. Which is the exact opposite of what the Director wanted to do.

Luckily, the organization guys highly underestimated him. They thought that since he was now old, they could kill him easily. How wrong they were.

When the Director caught wind of this murder plan from someone in the organization who wasn’t like the others, he went and just killed everyone in on the plot lmao. He’s old, he was almost murdered, he’s been trying to save the human race for like 50+ years. He deserves a little time to go unhinged, I think.

After they were all dead, the Director went on with his plan. He announced to the world that the planet was going to be destroyed in a matter of days/weeks/months, and they needed to get on his space capsules to go up to a space station he’s made to fit thousands of people in. Of course, that’s not nearly enough to fit the entire world’s population in, but it was enough to keep the human race going. Lots of the world governments called bogus on this, but most of them allowed a number of citizens to go if they so desired. Lots of end-world preppers and conspiracy theorists went, along with a ton of every kind of scientist and engineer, but a majority were individuals who didn’t see how dire the situation was, and were like “ooh living in space, that’ll be neat”.

And so when the last capsule has made their last round and is coming back to the space station, the passengers should totally see the moon blowing up and going to Earth and exploding it, so the survivors are aware to the extreme gravity of the situation and get survivors guilt because y’know angst.

Everyone was now inside the space station and safe, and the Director knew they did not have an infinite amount of supplies. Maybe more people than he thought came to the space station. Through his calculations, there was only enough supplies for a couple of years. And he knew that was very bad. There was no place to restock supplies, in this time, so he had to think of something.

Now the Director is probably 60-70 some years old and has “mastered” the art of time-travel. Aka he’s as good at time-travel as he can get. He calculates that if he can time-travel the entire space station—yes, the entire space station—forward enough years, the Earth would have begun to heal. The plants would begin regrowing, and some underwater and subterranean animals would be out of their hiding spots and breeding. So getting this ship to the future sounded like a good option.

So he does it. After a long time of concentration (like, days-worth—he didn’t eat throughout that whole time, poor guy), he gets the ship to the future. Almost five hundred years in the future. But there was a drawback.

He turned into a young man again. Sending so many materials and so many people to the future caused himself to become, like, 40-50 years younger.

Okay, so maybe not a drawback. Now he has the chance to have the life he’s always wanted, the one he was planning on leading before he found out about the apocalypse and dedicating his life to saving humanity. So, he decided to try to lead a normal life. Yes, he was in charge of the entire station, and had to do a million things along with it—checking supplies levels, running daily tests on every piece of equipment in the ship, organizing the station’s huge array of scientists, engineers, technicians, mechanics, etc, among so many other things—but he could take a step back and breath.

So that’s what he did. He fell in love with Allison Rose (after the song “Yellow Rose of Texas” because that song is amazing). They ended up marrying after dating for almost eight years. A few years after, Allison was expecting their first child. Dr. Leonard Church felt truly happy.

Sure, he found joy in making scientific breakthroughs while finding a way to preserve humanity. Finding the solution to save the human race? The feeling is priceless. But it wasn’t the same as having the family he’d been wishing to have for a greater portion of a century.

In his time he wasn’t taking care of the ship, he spent time with his wife, invented, and read. Along with making room for people, animals, and survival supplies, he had made plenty of space for reading materials of every kind—newspapers, encyclopedias, atlases, almanacs, novels, biographies, everything. He collected these things throughout the decades he spent creating the space station and capsules, getting different versions of all of these sent to him from around the world. He liked to read through these things when he got the chance to.

One night, he was reading a newspaper from Russia dated October 1st, 1989. He liked to read the newspapers in chronological order, so he read a few newspapers from a few different countries from a few days when he was reading newspapers. He finds a small article about a pair of twins who were born, and thought “oh okay, two babies were born, woohoo”. He never started reading an article without finishing it, so he continued reading. The article stated that the mother hadn’t been pregnant the day before, so it was all really weird. He was like “all right, that’s really weird” but didn’t think much of it. He just figured it was some weird Soviet Union shit. He got to another newspaper, this one from the U.S. He found another article almost exactly the same: this lady gave birth to a kid, even though she wasn’t pregnant even an hour before the birth. Strangely, this kid was born at the exact same time as those Russian twins—noon sharp (guess who "those Russian twins" are. If you guessed North and South, you get a cookie). He thought this was pretty weird, so out of curiosity, he began going through other newspapers from other countries to see if any other babies were born under the same circumstances.

He found that in total, there were forty-three women who gave birth to kids, none of the new mothers being pregnant when the day first began. Now that was more than mere coincidence. Of course it wasn’t coincidence—it was impossible for someone to have a baby when the kid hadn’t had time to grow in the womb for at least a few months. Yeah, there were premature babies, but not that premature.

Maybe it was some worldwide experiment he somehow hadn’t heard of? He didn’t think that was likely, because being part of the organization he was in gave him access to news, even the most top-secret shit, from every inch of the Earth. There was nothing close to an experiment to make people have babies within hours—possibly even minutes!

Then he remembered small tidbits of random things from around the world, where some people were taken to mental hospitals or labs because they had powers. Were these the same individuals as the babies who had been born seemingly never having the time to grow?

The Director spent hours into the night going through newspapers from 1989 through the 2000s. Allison was worried about him, because she had never seen him so invested in something he found in the newspapers before. He explained to her about these seemingly empowered children, and that he had an idea, but needed to research all he could about them before he could go through with it. So, she decided to help him. She had never gotten the chance to help him with his scientific research before, and she thought it’d be cool to help him now.

They looked through newspapers for most of the night. The two gathered these basics: there had been forty-eight children born at exactly 12PM on October 1st, 1989, including five sets of twins, hailing from all around the world. As they grew up, they exhibited very mysterious behaviors, which people began to realize were freaking superpowers. Lots of these children were taken to labs, taken by the government, or just “mysteriously disappeared” at a very early age, while others were taken/stolen later on. Only a few lived in their normal lives past the age of 18. The ones who weren’t taken were often talked about in newspapers, because they either used their powers for good or bad. Special ops from the government/army were suspected to be some of the kids that were taken away when they were young. There was articles on them up until the day of the apocalypse, with something about suspicions on one of the few free empowered people having plans of something big and bad. The Director suspects these plans might’ve been what exploded the moon and sent it careening towards Earth.

With all this in mind, the Director set to thinking. He began thinking of a plan to time-travel back to 1989 to get as many of these kids as possible. One, to make sure they don’t get taken to be government experiments or anything worse. Two, so maybe, just maybe, they could stop the apocalypse.

Just think. The apocalypse was probably caused by people like them. Maybe they could fight against the people who cause it to stop it. Or maybe he’d get the kid(s) who caused it and made sure they didn’t feel the need to blow up the moon. That’d be awesome! Then, he could bring back everyone in the space station so they can be on Earth again!

So, he begins to work. He got together his top scientists, technicians, and colleagues, and started on this project. They began establishing a way to set the Director back into the time of 1989. The Director worried about the possibility of the space station not being created if his plan didn’t work, so he entrusted the plans to finish the station to a trusted colleague. Allison doesn’t like the idea too much, but knows it’s very important to her husband to at least try to make this work, so she supports him in it.

The plan comes together. Coincidentally, the due date for the Church’s baby is approaching quickly. The Director is really sad about the prospect of not seeing his baby born for another 30 years, but he knows it’s necessary. Then, out of the blue, Allison tells the Director to take their baby with him.

The Director is confused. He reminds her that she hadn’t wanted to come, that someone needed to keep an eye on the station with him not being there. She responds that she won’t be coming—just their soon-to-be-born daughter. He gets really sad at that, because he thought it’d be best for her to at least have their daughter to be there after he left. Allison responds that she thought it would be best for their daughter to be raised with other kids her age and by her father (I do NOT see her logic as to why the Director should raise the baby). They’re both sad, but to try to get past that, Allison reminds him that they hadn’t named their daughter yet. Surprised, but realizing it was true, the Director immediately found a baby name book and they began to go through it. They decide upon Carolina (yes haha that’s actually her name).

The two spend the last few days before Carolina’s birth together. Everything is pretty much ready for the trip, so the Director wants to spend his time with his wife before they have to be separated for at least thirty years. Allison asks if she will ever see him during his redone time on Earth. The Director shrugs, not really knowing, but he says he hopes so.

About a week after the decision that Carolina was to go with the Director into the past, the baby is born. Everything is a rush, both in the hospital wing and the many labs and offices run by the people in on the plan. Should Allison die in childbirth? No, she won’t. Only because I think it’d be more painful for the Director and Allison to miss each other over at least three decades.

The Director has a shit-ton of documents and so many other scientific stuff. He plans on taking all the files and equipment he could possibly need, as well as baby stuff because he doesn’t want to do a ton of initial shopping for it right when he gets there. He’s also bringing along one companion, Aiden Price, and one nanny bot that is lifelike as hell, named F.I.L.S.S.

Once there is literally nothing to get ready other than getting Carolina, the Director goes to the hospital wing. He spends some time with his wife and daughter. He marvels at how beautiful their baby is.

All too soon, it’s time for them to go. They have a special incubator for Carolina so the time-travel doesn’t hurt her. They get in front of the time-machine. The doctors insisted for Allison to stay in the hospital wing since she just had a baby a couple hours ago, but she threatens them to let her watch her husband leave. They compromise by pushing her in a wheelchair to the room. The Director begins to say goodbye, but Allison interrupts him and tells him “I hate goodbyes”. They instead exchange “I love yous” and kiss each other briefly. Allison kisses Carolina’s head, tears running down her face. The Director is crying, too. Carolina is making regular baby noises. With the most will power he could manage, he stepped away from his wife and to the time-machine. He puts Carolina in the incubator. Then, with one last glance to Allison, he steps into the machine with Carolina first, and gets transported over 500 years to the past.

He arrives in New York City on September 17th, 1989, two weeks before all the power babies are to be born. His stuff and his two companions arrive soon after. They find a mansion that takes up an entire block and decide this would be a good place to have a lot of kids running around. They go inside. The head guy working there (the mansion is actually a mini freelance factory for umbrellas) is like “uhh wanna buy some umbrellas?” It’d be cooler for the Director to shoot the guy right there while holding his baby in his arms, but this is a nice(r) Director who just pays this dude a bunch of money and tells him that they’re buying this place. There’s enough money to pay all the employees a shit-ton so they can have enough money to last for a while without a job, along with enough to let the head guy go into early retirement. The Director has a lot of money.

He quickly sets to work. He orders the best contractors in New York to convert the mini factory into a mansion with lots of bedrooms. He had no idea how many of these forty-eight children he was going to be able to get. He figured a good amount, if so many families were willing to give up their babies to labs and shit. Then again, they were probably threatened to give up their babies. Anyways, there is like 43 bedrooms in here just in case—twins can share a room so he has just enough bedrooms. Except for if he got all of them, then either Carolina or one of the kids wouldn’t have a room. But he doesn’t think he’ll be able to convince every family to give him their baby/ies so he’s confident he’s got enough rooms. He is also hoping he doesn’t have to raise 49 babies because that’d be a fucking disaster. He doesn’t care if he has to sleep in a chair in his office—he did that for 50 years straight anyways.

Along with the house preparations, the Director extensively researched all of the families of the empowered kids. He made a list of the people most likely to give him the kid(s) to least likely. He got their locations so he knew exactly where to go. He also lined up tickets in the swiftest planes he can find so he can get to each place fast. He wants to get to each of the kids ASAP so no one can take them before him.

The due date grows near. Carolina is a normal 2-week old baby. F.I.L.S.S. is prepping every bedroom with baby stuff. It won’t be a big deal to take some of the stuff down when the Director comes back with how many babies they’re actually going to be keeping. The Counselor runs through science stuff because I have no idea what else he’d be doing. The Director prepares for his journey. Even with the fastest mode of transportation available in that day, the trip would probably take several weeks. He is traveling around the world, after all. Not all of these babies are on display in a big city supermarket—some were born in tiny villages in the middle of fucking nowhere. It’d be a hassle to get to them. But the Director knew he had to try.

He heads out to the nearest location the night before, so he can get a head start. I want to imagine, like—he gets there literally minutes after the baby was born, and he’s like “hey can I have that baby” and the mom is like “??? where the hell did you come from”

The Director indeed spends several weeks traveling. Despite promising to compensate them with considerable amounts of money, lots of the parents don’t want to give up the baby/ies. I mean, of course they didn’t want to. The baby/ies might’ve been a big fucking surprise, but they’re still babies. Who wouldn’t want to keep their baby/ies? The Director tries to tell them that government officials would come for their babies next, and that he could keep the babies safe. Parents are like “tf you talking about dude” because all of this is a huge whirlwind of crap and it’s all hard to understand.

In the end, he gets 6 of the 48 babies (they always talk about the number of people who had the babies, not the actual number of babies, I'm pretty sure. So some of these babies had twins). Not nearly as many as he was hoping for, but what could you do? Lots of parents wanted to keep their babies. He could respect that.

He brings the six babies back home and begins trying to find out what powers they could possibly have. He’s really careful because, uh, they’re newborn babies, they’re fragile as hell. So he’s really careful with them for the first couple years.

Most of them exhibited their powers quickly, some in a lot more concerning ways than others.

The kids grow up… not so normally. After all, they are Carolina, York, Mich, North, South, Wash, and C.T., and they all have powers. Oh yes, Carolina has powers too, nobody knows why, including me lmao.

Anyways, there is no normal with them. They grow up doing power-stuff and learn how to use and control their abilities so they can do good. F.I.L.S.S. is a good mom to them. The Director does his best to be a good dad to them. The Counselor is… doing. Stuff. I don’t see him being anything other than the uncle that visits every once in a while and just creeps everyone out. Except he’s always there. Yay.

As they grow up, the Director becomes more and more invested in the training for the apocalypse-stopping. He doesn’t tell the kids that’s what they’re supposed to do when the time comes, because he doesn’t want them having that weight on their shoulders. He doesn’t tell them a lot of stuff, really. He doesn’t tell them who he really is, where he came from, why he’s here, why he adopted them all. Carolina thinks her birthday is the same as the other kids’, her mother died in childbirth, and she came from this time period. None of them know anything about the apocalypse, the Director’s origins or purpose here, or the space station. So the Director is keeping lots of huge secrets. That’s the beginning of the problem.

As the kids grow older, the Director begins expecting more and more from them. He sends them on missions that involve stopping crime, like robberies and such, but they end up killing people too. So like… kids being forced to kill people. That’s never good. The Director gets reminded sometimes that they’re still kids, but most of the time he’s too focused on preparing them for saving the world. Of course, it’d probably help if he told them that they were supposed to save the world one day, but he didn’t do that. He becomes engrossed in turning them into machines, nearly, and the kids aren’t having it. “Sorry old man but this is shit”. They've already had one of the kids turned into a mutant. That's sort of the last straw for most of them.

One by one, they begin to leave home. They try to have normal lives, because they’ve never experienced that before. They deserve some normal.

They keep leaving until there’s only one left: Carolina. She wants to prove to her dad that “hey I’m still here, see look I’m a useful asset, I still do these missions for you, I’m good enough by myself, please love me”. There are moments of the Director lowering his guard and showing that he loves Carolina, and that he’s sad everyone else has left, so Carolina holds on to those moments and wills herself to believe that the Director is a good person. Which he is, sort of. He’s doing the best he can. Well maybe not the best but he’s still trying. He just isn’t the best at handling children and showing he cares about them and stuff (understatement of the century).

Way later on, when the kids are probably 24, the Director knows it’s within 5 years of the apocalypse and he’s in full-gear freak out mode because “hhh I am keeping tabs on these kids and they all seem to not be trying to destroy the Earth but ACK”. He sends Carolina on a dangerous mission to reclaim something from one of the labs the Director frequently worked at the last time he was in this time period. He doesn’t want to but it needs to be done and he has no one else to turn to. The mission goes badly. Carolina gets recovered from the scene and brought back to the mansion. Carolina’s heart stops beating. The Director, the Counselor, and F.I.L.S.S. cannot revive her. So, they do the obvious thing: inject her with powerful animal DNA serum that does 2 things: brings her back to life and turns her part animal!

Hahaha the perfect solution, amiright? Anyway she’s now part cheetah because her superpower is super speed so now she’s got a long-ass cheetah tail she pretends to be a belt, claws instead of fingernails so she’s always wearing gloves, along with black spots over her entire body and the black marks on her face like cheetahs have to absorb sunlight! And even some fur. Like furry arms and legs. Maybe her face too so she is CONSTANTLY going to have to shave her face. As well as a lean, streamlined figure made for running. Also fangs.

She goes into a coma as her body develops into cheetah mode. She’s like that for nearly a year. When she finally comes out of it, she finds herself in the hospital room of the mansion and she’s like “? huh I don’t remember coming here”. She looks at her hands and thinks she’s hallucinating because those claws and spots and fur can’t be real, right? She sees a mirror on a table next to her and grabs it. She looks in it and most definitely screams.

So yeah. She is now part cheetah. She’s always liked big cats but damn she never wanted to BE one.

The Director sends her to a secret underground base in Algeria, where her job was to keep an eye on the moon. She wondered why he didn’t just send her up to space (she knew that he had the money for it) but went along with it. Eventually, she began to think there was really no reason for her to be there, and that he had just sent her there so he wouldn’t have to see what he had turned her into.

And of course, the fic actually begins 4 years after this.

The Director sees it is less than a month away from doomsday. He honestly feels like giving up because now he has none of the kids there. Of course, he could always recall Carolina, but he figured she was pissed at him by now. She had been stuck out in the middle of the desert, alone, not seeing another human for four whole years, after all. She deserved to be mad, and he knew it.

The Director well knew by now he had really messed up. He had not raised these kids right. He had not done his best at any of the things he had tried to accomplish by coming back in time. He might’ve rescued six of the many kids from becoming government experiments, but he realized he had turned them into his own experiments. He was very disappointed in himself.

He knew none of the kids would want to listen to him if he tried to contact them and ask them to come back to the mansion. If the Counselor tried doing it for him, he knew that the kids would think he was only doing it for the Director. If the Director was still alive, that is. So he did the thing that he thought would most likely bring the kids together.

He staged his own death.

Yeah, he totally could’ve taken steps before that, but he was an old man with the mental age of… like 120 and he’s not doing all right.

So he dies of what the coroner’s office said was heart failure. He felt awful because he never got to see Allison one last time or say goodbye to her or Carolina but y’know. Angst.

All the kids hear about his death in different ways. Carolina gets a transmission sent to her via some device she has in her underground base.

York sees it on the TV in someone’s living room while in the midst of fighting off some robbers.

North is busy being an actor and is in the middle of a photo shoot when the paparazzi begin asking questions like “how long has it been since you talked to your father?” and “when’s the last time you saw your siblings?” and “what are you going to wear at the funeral?” Fucking RUDE.

Mich sees it on a TV in the ambulance taking her to the hospital after popping too many pills. Maybe. I’m not sure because that’s what happened to the Klaus but I might think of something else for her.

And South either sees it on a TV as she passes by on the way home after a violin concert or North calls her (because he’s the only sibling who makes any effort to actually try to stay in touch with her).

C.T. is busy being lost in another dimension and Wash is busy being a cryptid. Mich will tell him later.

So everyone (other than C.T. ofc) decides to go to the mansion for a private memorial service. The press would’ve loved a public memorial service, since the Director was such a famous billionaire (he was famous for being rich, not for trying to save humanity), but the family decided (or, the family involved in the public side of things, meaning North) that there would be no public memorial service. Their father’s body would be cremated, and the siblings, the Counselor, and F.I.L.S.S. would have a private service in the courtyard of the mansion.

Surprisingly, all of the siblings (that are available) come. Carolina gets her and her things into the Humvee that the Director told her to use only in the most extreme emergency (he wanted to make sure she was there to keep an eye on the moon), heads to the nearest airport, and flies back to New York. York climbs in through a window because he literally cannot do anything normal. North is the neatest dressed one there in some fancy black suit, I don’t know clothes. Mich stumbles in with Wash making sure she doesn’t trip over her own damn feet. South pulls up in a taxi and cannot wait to flip off her “dad’s” ashes (she’s petty. Though she deserves to be petty in this situation, with what happened to her).

Everyone is nervous to be all back together, or as together as they can be. It doesn’t feel right without C.T. The only one who really doesn’t have any negative feelings towards anyone in particular around there is Mich, and Wash I guess but he is extremely nervous to be around ANY of them besides Mich so that’s that.

Carolina is mad at everyone, but particularly York, because they left their “dad” and her too, so she was the only one going on missions for him. So yes she sort of blames everyone else for not being there, so no one else could help her on that last “real” mission, and she had to get turned into a catgirl. She also blames herself for not being good enough so that sucks.

York is mad at Carolina for “blindly” following the Director, and for not coming with him when he offered as he was leaving. I mean, he’s not really mad at her, but he’s upset and regrets for not trying harder to get her to go with him. He’s also passive aggressive towards South for writing an autobiography about their childhood and dissing on everyone in it, not just the guy who deserved the dissing.

North is upset at everyone who dislikes South for writing her autobiography (mainly York), and everyone for not at least trying to keep in contact with her. Not that any of them really kept in contact with each other anyways, but they all had their run-ins with the other siblings. Except everyone other than North did their best to stay away from South. And North doesn’t like that.

And South is pissed at everyone for not agreeing with her on her autobiography, since she revealed how they were treated more as test subjects than kids. Yeah, she got excessive when it came to how horrible the other siblings were, but she was right on most of it. She thought York of all people would support her, since he was the most talkative on how much the Director sucked. But no, York dwelled on the things he didn’t like in her autobiography, and that upsets her.

With so much tension in the air, there is bound to be some arguing and fighting. There is plenty of that.

York arrives first, through a window, of course. He goes to one of the top floors and watches everyone arrive from a window like a weirdo.

North gets there next, and Carolina soon after. North tries to be nice and greet her but she ignores him and storms up the stairs immediately, up to the Counselor’s study. She interrogates him on the Director’s death before heading up to her dad’s bedroom to check if any window locks are broken and that sort of thing. York continues avoiding people until he has to interact with them. Aka until he wants to go downstairs and insult people because he's in a jerk mood.

South gets their next. North immediately appears, greets her and hugs her. South acts like she doesn’t like it but really, she craves all the hugs she hasn’t gotten from her twin in the past… 10 years. York comes down and makes an asshole comment dealing with the autobiography. Like “She shouldn’t be here, not after what she did” before heading back up the stairs. North is like “seriously, you’re gonna do this today?” South rolls her eyes and is like “fine, then I’ll leave” but North insists that it’s okay, and that he’s glad she’s here, so that’s all that matters, right? She shrugs, but secretly enjoys having her brother—her actual brother (though everyone usually sees each other as actual siblings, despite they not actually being related)—by her side again.

Mich and Wash arrive together, last of the siblings, because it took forever for Wash to convince Mich to get up that morning. When she gets there, though, she is very quick to head up to the Director’s office to go messing around and find some stuff to steal. Wash sighs and just follows. No one notices their arrival, despite Mich not being quiet at all. There's a pattern for Mich to go unnoticed/not missed/underappreciated (just like Klaus), which is really sad.

After satisfying himself with sending a jabbing remark to South, York goes up to the old man’s bedroom to bother Carolina. Because that’s what you do when your favorite sibling returns in the crabbiest mood. He’s like “hey uh there’s nothing wrong with the room, no one broke in, weirdo”. Carolina’s like “you already check?” and he’s like “yeah”. York gives her the coroner’s report because he went to their office and stole a copy of it. She looks over it and the picture of the Director’s face that goes along with the report and is like “where is it?”

“where is what?”

“his glasses. the Counselor said he couldn’t find them”

“so?”

“did you ever see Dad without his glasses?”

“no”

“well then someone took them”.

And York’s like “oh great” because he knows Carolina is gonna be like “someone killed Dad” and turn it into a huge conspiracy, because that’s how she is.

South goes to wander the house so North goes to the Director’s office out of curiosity. The Director never allowed the kids into his main office so he wants to see what it looks like. He finds Mich there (Wash is invisible so North doesn’t see him) and they talk. North is happy to see Mich is the same as she always was. Mich is sitting in the Director’s chair with her feet up on his desk when Carolina comes in and is like “get out of his chair”. Mich rolls her eyes and is like “yeah yeah I’m already leaving” and when she is about to walk past Carolina, Carolina stops her and is like “drop it”. “esqueeze me?” “drop. it.”

Mich grumbles to herself and throws some bars of gold and silver on the ground and is like “just trying to get an early start on our inheritance”. Wash, in spite of himself, grabs some other bars of gold and silver from the open desk drawer while everyone is watching Mich. The two go out, Mich closing the door. Immediately, Wash goes visible and shows her the gold and silver bars. She grins widely, pulling out a fancy-looking box she’d snagged and had hid inside her coat, and they snicker together as they head to Mich’s old bedroom to figure out how much money all this gold and silver is.

North and Carolina talk, make fun of York’s dumb outfit (he’s wearing Diego's s1 outfit. you know the one), and are actually friendly, despite Carolina just flat-out ignoring North earlier. Carolina never actually read South’s autobiography, because it was published after she was recluse of the underground desert base, so she isn’t in on the anger towards South, and North in turn for defending her. Out of the siblings, North was the most likable because he was friendly and open and not usually one to hold grudges. It’s hard for him to stay mad at people. Upset, yes. But not angry. Carolina is relieved North is still the person he was before he left, and she finds comfort in his accepting demeanor.

Before the memorial service takes place, everyone gathers in the living room to get reacquainted/get ready for it I guess. Well Mich goes to the ✨full liquor bar✨ behind the living room everyone else is in, and is making up some rum and coke, I don’t fucking know. No one else is doing anything though so Carolina stands and decides to take charge, since she was Number One and therefore the leader of the siblings (or, at least she thinks she is). She says something like “I suppose we should get this started. I was thinking we should have a memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. In Dad’s favorite spot.”

North is like “he had a favorite spot?”

“Yeah, under the oak tree.”

Everyone’s like “?” so Carolina’s like “we used to sit out there all the time—none of you ever did that?”

Mich should come over with her glass of rum and coke and a cigarette and be like “no one else was Dad’s actual kid so no. Also is there going to be refreshments? Coffee, tea, scones—oh, cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

Carolina’s like “wh—no. And put that out, you know Dad never allowed us to smoke in here”

Mich ignores her, of course.

North squints at Mich and is like “are you wearing one of my suits?” because apparently he only just realized she was wearing the tie and shirt from an old three-piece suit of his that’s from like the early 2000s or something. I don't know clothes or fashion.

“what? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your closet. A bit dated, but I really like the tie. Is it all right if I keep it?”

“...sure”

Carolina interrupts with “listen up, there’s still some important things we have to discuss”

York’s like “like what”

“like the way he died”

York rolls his eyes and is like “here we go”

South’s like “thought he kicked the bucket from a heart attack”

“yeah, according to the coroner”

“wouldn’t they know???”

“theoretically”

North’s like “theoretically?”

“i’m just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange”

Mich loudly gurgles some of her drink in her mouth, and Carolina glares at her while North’s like “strange how?”

“he sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust”

York stands up and says, gently but with some tactful assholedness behind it, “Carolina, he was a paranoid old man who lost the last of his marbles”

“no, he must’ve known something was going to happen. Then there’s the issue of the missing glasses”

York’s like “hhhh no one cares about a stupid pair of glasses”

“exactly, it’s worthless. So whoever took it—I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge”

Mich is like “where are you going with this?”

South interrupts with “kinda obvious, Mich. She thinks one of us killed Dad”

Carolina’s like “…” so Mich is like “you do!” and North’s like “how could you think that?”

South huffs “great job, Carolina. Way to lead”

Everyone starts getting up and leaving. Mich is like “be right back, I’m going to go kill Mom” and takes her rum and coke and cigarette with her.

Carolina’s like “hey, I’m not finished!” and South’s like “give it a rest, Number One, no one’s going to be listening to you now” before leaving, too. Carolina looks a little desperately at York, who was last to leave. He glances at her, a little sadly, before he follows after the others. Carolina sighs and mutters to herself “that went well”

Everyone goes to their own spots in the house. Carolina goes up to her own room, as does North. Mich and Wash go to the kitchen and raid the fridge. York goes to another section of the living room. South sticks to one of the numerous staircases.

Carolina knew she upset everyone so now she decides to put on one of the siblings’ favorite records and somehow has it playing so everyone can hear it. There is a dancing montage. It's still "I Think We're Alone Now" because I'm not changing the TUA soundtrack--it's too good to change.

What comes next in the show is little time-traveling child Five appearing from a vortex in the courtyard. If this happened in the AU, that would mean C.T. is able to time-travel and got stuck in the future for 45 years (only 17 for everyone else) and is actually 58 but got stuck in her 13-year-old body again after time-traveling back. Of course this would be very interesting, but lots of things go into the time-traveling-child thing and I don’t know if I have the energy to make it work in the AU.

If it does, C.T. comes back and is like “hey apocalypse is in 8 days, I’m 58, nice mismatching outfit Mich, wow you guys are still as big of idiots as before, I’m gonna go eat my peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich and find a decent cup of coffee, bye” and takes off in the family car.

Before she leaves though, they have the memorial service and while the Counselor is paying his respects, York comes forward and is like “he was a monster. He was a terrible man and an even worse father. If you want to pay your respects, then go ahead, but at least be honest on the kind of man he was”. Carolina gets angry and they fight. North is like “stop it!” and Mich is like “hit her!” South cheers along with Mich. They are HORRIBLE siblings. Wash just has his face in his hands.

That's about all I have for the plot, other than this little thing that has to do with Wash's transforming into the mutant werecat he now is. Surprise! The Director is really into turning his kids into catboys and catgirls! Anyway, we don't really know how Ben's death went (yet, if s3 addresses it), so I figured I could do literally anything for this AU. Which, I have.

Now when Wash was first turned, he like freaked out, went full crazy werecat mode, and ran off, with only Mich following after him. He was on a rampage, and before Mich could get to him, he bit a guy (Tucker) and ran off. Mich finds him and takes care of him, and he is able to recognize her and she calms him down.

Fast-forward to present day. At one point, Mich and Wash should be out doing something when they're suddenly approached by another werecat, Tucker, who socks Wash in the face and is like "THAT'S for turning me into a fucking catboy, BITCH". After that, Tucker sticks with them. The other siblings are confused about him being there the next time they all unite but Mich is like "Wash turned him into a werecat back when Wash was first turned. They're boyfriends now" and Wash is like "HFGTFS", Tucker's like "🤔 not a bad idea", and the rest of the siblings are like "???"

And now, finally, the list of adaptations I have so far. I tried having the powers be similar to the ones in the actual show, but different enough so it's not exact copying from the show. I think I did a good job of that. I still don't have some of the roles covered (Lila, the Handler, AJ, Dave, Raymond, etc) so suggestions from anyone who is in both the RvB and TUA fandoms are welcome!

Luther—Carolina—super speed, mobile invulnerbility (unable to be physically harmed when moving) (cheetah woman)

Diego—York—danger intuition (can detect threats “supernaturally”?—spidey sense), escape artistry (has the ability to escape any predicament, capture, etc. with minimal effort)

Allison—North—adoptive muscle memory (monkey see monkey do)

Klaus—Mich—immortal/reincarnation

Five—C.T.—alternate dimension shifting, social cloaking (can disguise self/blend into any environment)

Ben—Wash—invisibility (werecat)

Vanya—South—power negation through sonic scream, echolocation

Dr. Hargreeves—the Director

Pogo—the Counselor

Grace—F.I.L.S.S.

Hazel—Locus

Cha-Cha—Felix

I'm sorry this is a day late! I was super tired last night and didn't have the energy to finish it then. I hope everyone likes it!

Tagged: @queerchorus (If anyone else wants me to tag them in my AU posts, I'm more than happy to!)

#rvb #red vs blue #tua #the umbrella academy #rvb au #tua!rvb au #aloe's aus #next i think i'll be doing a post with my most used ocs #so that everyone can have a better understanding of them #i'm definitely doing mich ofc #as well as gemini #i might pick some others too #anyways enjoy this next au! #i hope y'all like it!

[stil-lindigo]

ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.

I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.

You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.

Lilypichu

Cuptoast

Akairosu_

Sevvanto

Wolfythewitch

#we're all gonna be doing an aggie.io board together and taking requests #sort of like drawfee's charity streams if any of y'all know them #its my first time organising a fundraising event like this and i hope it all goes well #the stream on the 6th is gonna double as a practise stream for me since i wanna check if everything will work fine #fingers crossed!! #im honestly so lucky that these people agreed to this so short notice as well... #i promised wolfy id read the odyssey and the epic of gilgamesh so y'all better donate #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #free west bank #donations #pcrf #operation olive branch #donations for palestine #fundraiser #lilypichu #cuptoast #crumb #offlinetv #shamelessly trying to get as many eyes to see this as possible

[caffichai]

Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora

#I can but I can't believe they made the polar bear girl so skinny! :P #Hope you guys like winter stores and spare tires! #Man it was a brutally busy December. I was gonna draw sooo much and then I got sick on top of everything else so this is all I got Q_Q #But I hope y'all enjoy it! #aurora #arknights #pixel art #pixel #digital art #polar bear #ak

[walker-extended-universe]

My first foray back into making character themed playlists! Here's one for Hoyt Rawlins- both past and present!

#walker #walker: independence #hoyt rawlins #WIndy hoyt rawlins #playlist #spotify #i hope y'all like it!

[bookshelfdreams]

yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.

(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)

In any case.

BEHOLD!

A wool coat!

The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.

Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.

This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.

Thank you for your attention.

#carry on XD #i hope y'all realize that when I say tacky it's with nothing but love in my heart #yes it's ugly. that's the whole point. #everyone should have an item in their wardrobe that will get Looks and raised eyebrows #it's good for you #anyway can't believe I'm done! this is a huge boost to my crafting hubris I CAN DO ANYTHING #wizard bathrobe adventures #handweaving #handspinning #hand sewing #look what i made #crafts #overall I'm happy with it even though there's. things that aren't ideal #the pockets are set a bit too low #and i should have made it a tiny bit longer not much but maybe like 5cm #anyway #overall it's a nice coat i think #Now That's What I Call Slow Fashion

[neurospicy1990]

This is my very first album, filled with tracks from my early music making days as well as some more recent songs. It features original video game-inspired music made by yours truly to treat your eardrums to, and if anyone wants to use any of the songs in their games, just let me know and we’ll talk about it ^^; I hope y’all enjoy the music and please help support me on Bandcamp, Thank you! :3

Listen/purchase: Enter The Raccoon by WarringSaint

#bandcamp #new artist #electronic music #video game music #just starting out #be gentle with me please #neurodivergent creator #adhd #depression #anxiety #ptsd survivor #neurospicy #neurospicy1990 #furry community #i worked hard on it #And I'm probably gonna make even more soon #I hope y'all like it! #:3 #furry #come listen to my music #treat yourself #independant music #indie artist #indie musician #independant musician #:) #<3 #music #musician #neurodiverse artist

[gatoiberico]

recently played skyward sword and OOF it's so damn good

prints | also playthrough on my gaming channel!!

#zelda #skyward sword #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #been a hot second since I drew something outside of work #I love when you get so obsessed with media that it rekindles your motivation to do stuff again #also I haven't even uttered a sentence in the tags for like #eons #hope y'all are doing well!! #elgatoiberico #also who is gaming channel #if you do happen to venture there I hope you enjoy bread and cheese dfghgd