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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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Thanks to @padawanryan for the tag. Since this is all fanfic specific, I decided to answer on my fic blog.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31, but a few of them are like compilations of one shots, so more like 221. Oh and a few for an old fandom that I’ve pulled down because I wanna just be focused on bandom works.

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount? 437,181 (why have I never looked at my AO3 stats before?!)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? I mean if we’re talking like individual bands: My Chem, Danger Days (counting that separately as the characters are different thankyouverymuch), Fall Out Boy, IDKHow, Panic, Taking Back Sunday and one for Ms Taylor Swift. I also have Umbrella Academy fics on here that have never made it to AO3 for some reason. Oh and two old fandoms that again I’ve pulled down.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? MCR Imagines, Bandom Imagines, Because I’m Good At It (one of the fics I took down actually), Twelve Days of Christmas (and Winter) Fics, and Blood Moon

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! At least to say thank you... actually that’s usually all I say because I’m not good at responding to compliments

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oooh, umm... The Spaces That Divide Us. I should really write the last part of that trilogy and resolve that cliff hanger lol

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Umm, not really, unless you count adding FOB into the Danger Days universe (as the Youngbloods)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not that I’ve ever seen, but I know that generally speaking there are people who feel very strongly about real person fics sooo

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yea. What kind? Umm, the smutty kind? I dunno, nothing too kinky. I’m not a HUGE fan of writing it, mainly because I feel like it always ends up pretty much the same when I write it and I dunno.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I haven’t had a fic stolen per se, but I have seen a fic or two on here that feel suspiciously similar. @thewordworrier knows what I’m talking about. Also I will die on the hill that Taylor Swift read my fic Do It All The Time and then wrote Cowboy Like Me. Ms. Swift, I’d like my writing credit pls and thx 😉

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? No lol no one cares that much

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES! Me and @mariawritesfanfic wrote a Danger Days fic with a couple of OCs and it was so much fun! I still write a bit for my OC from that story, but rarely post them, it’s mostly just for my own enjoyment.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship? You mean other than band member x reader? 😅 I have a soft spot for Frikey if we’re gonna be honest (I have one open on my phone right now)

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oooof this is a call out. Probably my zombie apocalypse AU Late Dawns and Early Sunsets, part 3 of Weapons of Clairvoyance, or my Mikey Way x reader that’s part of my Taylor Swift inspired series. That one is almost done, but someone else released something with a similar premise and I don’t wanna be accused of stealing (even though I had it mostly written well before I knew about that other fic so I know it wouldn’t be but the optics are bad)

15. What are your writing strengths? I have no idea. I don’t feel like there’s any one point that I’m like “yes, this is what I’m good at” while writing. It all takes a lot of work and editing (so much editing... maybe editing is my strength?)

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing villains or bullies. It’s hard for me to write people being mean.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I have literally never had a thought about this lol like it’s fine, idk why it wouldn’t be. Google translate exists if the author doesn’t include a translation.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Waaaaaaaay back in the day, like 2002 or 2003 I wrote for Harry Potter on ff.net

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I have a soft spot for Cubicles, Irresistible, Do It All The Time, I See Stars, and Ivy

I tag any and all of my fanfic writing friends

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cinnxmonsugxr · 4 years

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~JJBA Part 5 music headcanon(Passione)~

I've never saw a music headcanon for jjba.So I have to do it and I'm gonna start with the part 5 characters.I hope u like it.

Giorno

Hmm I think Giorno isn't the biggest fan of music but sometimes after a exhausting day he would still enjoy it. Giorno knows the most artist because of mista and narancia.So I think he would listen to artist like Gorillaz, Cavetown, rex orange county,Tyler The Creator,LoveLeo,Hozier, Post Malone, Lorde. So as u can see he isn't the biggest Rap/hip-hop fan he listens to music to relax and forgot about everything around him.

Narancia

He is definitely loves listening to music. We already know from Araki that nara's fav artists are Tupac and Snoop Dogg. But I also think he would really like the music from Travis Scott,Mac Miller,Tyler The Creator, childish Gambino yeah he definitely has a favorite type of music haha.I also think he would love meme songs he would constantly anoy Abbacchio or Fugo with 100gecs or other meme song(together with Mista). He is definitely a person who makes fortnite dances out of nowhere

Mista

He has a similar music taste as narancia... But with a little more... spice! He would absolutely love the music from Doja cat, Pink guy, Megan thee stallion,Yung gravy,Charlie xcx, Freddie dredd Girl u can't tell me this guy doesn't know the WAP dance. Whenever he listens to a Doja song he would just vibe to it and dance I CAN SEE THAT!!! Like imagine Mista having one of his diva moment and than he listens to boss bitch in his room.I just absolutely love this imagination haha.

Fugo

I really like to think that he listens to music with a deeper meaning or he can relate to.He would never talk about his music taste with other's but he really likes listening to it in his room. Twenty one pilots, alt-J, Tally hall,Lil Peep, mother mother, Oliver tree and other music with a deeper meaning.

Abbacchio

*G note* "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY!!!" yes he would definitely listens to MCR. he absolutely looooooveeeees music ... His music... He would definitely insult ur music if it's "basic" pls never tell him u listen to Ed Sheeran(I'm sorry but who tf listens to Ed Sheeran???) I can see him judging Giornos music lmao haha... Abbacchio would cry to music when he is sad he puts his headphones on and listens to his sad emo playlist.MCR,Joji,Fall out Boy, Radiohead I don't think he would listen to Metal he prefers the emo/alt rock bands hihi.He loves it when Bruno ask him what his favorite song or band is.

Bruno

He is similar to Giorno he isn't the biggest music fan but sometimes it's really relaxing for him. He would definitely talk with Narancia and Abbacchio about they music because he knows how much they love to talk about it. Sometimes he writes down for himself a song abbacchio said he liked so he could turn it on when they are listening to music together.Ricky Montgomery,panic!at the disco,The neighbourhood,lady gaga,Alec Benjamin, Conan Grey,wallows.He really likes this Sad music who also makes him happy at the same time. Bruno would definitely write down the favorite artists from his kids (passione members haha) I think he would even sometimes talk with fugo about his favorite artists.

Trish

U definitely can recognize her personality in her music taste and I really like that I mean at the end she is just a 15 year old teenage girl who wants to have fun. spice girls,Megan thee stallion MARINA, Madonna, Katy Perry,Mika,Kim Petras,Ariana Grande,Doja cat. Trish and mista both would definitely talk together about the new gossip around Doja or Megan or vibe together to their songs and feel badass.

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mcrnatural-receipts · 3 years

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.... what exactly IS happening here? can you give us a quick sumary pls?

i’ve gotten several messages asking for a timeline. here’s everything i know of that happened until i got blocked and booted. these will all be in US central time.

yesterday midday-ish: the server for discussing supernatural and mcr discusses mcr. everyone shares their skip lists. some takes are incredibly controversial, especially those having to do with Conventional Weapons (and Nessa hating Sleep lmao)

star, a mod of the original server, jokingly assigned maggie a “turbo hell” role. maggie severely overreacted and made a vaguepost on tumblr insinuating that the server was a cult. several other people vagued back. naggie changed their url and icon so they no longer matched star’s. Michael, who drew the matching icons, was understandably a bit hurt by this. after this things mostly settled down.

yesterday evening maggie asked to be made a mod and insinuated star was a bad mod. this all happened publicly as several other people tried to defuse it. star then booted maggie without so much as a by your leave.

riley (the other mod) disagreed with this and invited maggie back to the server. they declined.

about an hour later, maggie started inviting other server members to join a new server. some people chose to be in both servers, but maggie and nessa had a falling out over nessa wanting to stay in the original server.

this morning shit really started to hit the fan. vagues started flying, nessa shared their dms with maggie (where maggie called star a bitch) in the original server. maggie started kicking people out of their server for being seen as unsupportive.

people found out about this blog and accusations started flying about whom it might be.

this afternoon, michael also accused sage of being a bad friend for joking about michael’s mom being hot (she is).

my identity was discovered and i was kicked out of both servers and now most of them have me blocked on tumblr, too. i don’t know who else is blocked by whom at this point.

that’s all i got unless anyone else wants to submit additional documentation.

#real time drama

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livingmybestfictionallife · 5 years

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Girl Across the Street

Request: Pls make one with Klaus and a girl next door and she’s the one that comforts him when he’s having his nightmares and she has been there since he was a child thank u --@crayon12

Tags: @crayon12, @multifandom-ramblings, @bisexual-with-adhd, @ne0n-gh0st

Reginald Hargreeves had died and all of a sudden, the chaos and craziness that seemed to engulf (y/n)’s childhood had resurfaced overnight.

It was interesting, growing up next to The Umbrella Academy. It seemed that the kids didn’t have much of a normal childhood, but they snuck out more than the average children and teenagers did to make up for it. (Y/N) could remember times toward the end of the nineties when she would catch a glimpse of the seven Hargreeves siblings hurrying through the darkness in the streets below with frantic and eager looks on their faces as they made their way toward Griddy’s Doughnuts. To her dismay, they had run by time and time again and never seemed to pay much attention to the girl sitting at her bedroom window, wanting nothing more than to join them on their late night doughnut escapades...that was until one night when she caught the eye of one of the young Hargreeves boys.

As his siblings continued on--Diego and Luther in a full on sprint, Allison following along, while Five, Vanya, and Ben walked in a civilized manner along the sidewalk--Klaus’s eyes had drifted from their locked position on his final destination, and landed on the figure looming in the window. At first, the pale moonlight against the window’s dirty glass made his heart skip a beat and he froze in his tracks. The figure resembled the haunting features of the spirits he’d come to be all too familiar with, but with a couple steps closer, and as soon as (Y/N) had cracked her bedroom window open, he could make out the features of a living person.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he had asked while standing outside of the single story structure, stepping forward only to help the girl by the arm as she tried to shimmy out of her window. All in all, it was a simple gesture. Inviting someone along on an adventure to gorge themselves with sugary bread wasn’t the grandest of ways to make friends, but for Klaus--having only been surrounded by his siblings--meeting (y/n) was a pivotal moment in his young life. There was no way for either of them to know what exactly would come from that one moment of rebellion (y/n) displayed or that slight terror from Klaus that froze him in his tracks long enough to notice her in the first place, but it would develop into something neither wanted to lose.

It wasn’t long after their first meeting that Klaus began to sneak out at night without his siblings. Even at nine years old, he would slip through the window of his room, quietly rush down the fire-escape, and tap eagerly on (y/n)’s window until she opened it enough for him to come inside. In those days, the talk between the two was simple, but as time progressed, the secrets shared became personal and led to a deeper bond between the pair.

As they entered their teen years though, Klaus’s visits became more and more frequent than they had been in the earlier days of their friendship. The fun they had together had become more flirtatious than playful and music still ensued, but (y/n)’s presence quickly became something Klaus needed as much as he needed air to breath. He didn’t know how to admit it to anyone, let alone his father, but his powers terrified him. Sleep was nonexistent. Every corner of his mind was filled with gory remnants of lives that had once walked the earth, but now tormented every second of his young life. (Y/N) was enough of a distraction emotionally to keep his demons at bay, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Klaus couldn’t handle this on his own.

Klaus’s visits had always been the highlight of (y/n)’s day. Staying up till the early morning hours with the mysterious and hilarious boy from across the street, listening to Nirvana, Blink-182, Green Day, and MCR had given her something to look forward to in her bland, uneventful, and seemingly unimportant life. Even Klaus had become more and more eager to risk his father's anger to be with (y/n). At least with her he didn’t have to hide behind a destructive demeanor. At least with her he could relax and ignore the voices that always seemed to be screaming at him.

The nightmares he’d spoken about were one thing; she could help him get to sleep, mostly by running her fingers through his hair, reminding him he was safe, and letting him curl up beside her whenever he needed to, but coping with the problems he had that stemmed from seeing the dead was something else. She could tell he was trying to be strong and happy with his only true friend--the only human connection he had with someone his age that didn’t live under the same roof as him--but she was tired of him feeling like he had to put up a front around her.

October 31st had always been a bad day for Klaus. He wasn’t frightened by the ridiculous costumes children wore, but the knowledge that the next two days would lead to the most activity his powers sees on any given day was enough to break him. He spent his life hiding behind the facet destructive and chaotic, but he was breaking, and (y/n) knew it. It was only about eight-thirty and she was setting up the VHS player to watch Psycho with Klaus, as they did every Halloween night since they were eleven, when she heard a crashing sound come from her bedroom. Rushing to her room and dropping the large bowl of popcorn she had made for her and Klaus to share, she noticed her best friend curled up in his usual spot in her bed with a frantically panicked look on his face.

“Klaus?” she asked as she took in his appearance and slid onto the bed beside him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. “Klaus, what’s going on?” Even with the concern and panic in her voice, Klaus refused to speak. All he could do was place his long arms around her body and pull her so close to him she was falling on top of him. In his trembling grasp, (y/n) quickly connected the dots of what had to have had him so overwhelmed. In pagan beliefs, today was the day that demons roamed the earth. The next two days in hispanic culture were the celebration of Dia de los Muertos, two days where the veil between life and death was lifted and loved ones honored their passed family members while the dead, supposedly, walked amongst the living. Seeing Klaus’s current debilitating demeanor, and remembering all of the times he’d seemed overly frightened during their Psycho movie night, (y/n) had an undeniable curious feeling that those beliefs were true and had been plaguing Klaus throughout his entire life.

“I’m so sorry,” he said to her in between gasps of air as he sobbed against her soft hair. “I know I promised...I know I said I wouldn’t...” His hands were trembling as she pulled away for a moment to look into his sad green eyes.

“Klaus,” she sighed lightly, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. He’d been open in telling her about his experimentation with drugs to suppress his powers, to keep the nightmares at bay, and she’d told him that if he ever needed her to just make it known. She didn’t want to lose him to a life she couldn’t follow him into.

“Don’t hate me. Everyone already hates me, please don’t hate me,” he said with tears in his eyes. Something must have happened at home, she thought as he pleaded with her. After all the years of knowing Klaus, (y/n) knew he only sought reassurance of his worth or affirmation and love after an altercation with his father.

“I don’t hate you Klaus,” she sighed and leaned into his side again to pull him back into a hug. “I can never hate you. I just don’t want you going through this alone.”

“All I am is alone in this, (y/n),” he sighed while pushing away from her for the first time in his life. “Only I can see them. Only I can hear them. It’s a nightmare! It’s my nightmare! I can’t--”

“Hey, hey,” she said softly while swinging herself around on the bed and perching herself over his legs. As she sat on his thighs and looked directly into his eyes, (y/n) tried to calm him by placing each of her hands on either side of his cheeks, “look at me.” In the darkness of the unlit bedroom, (y/n) could see his eyes latch on hers like they had so many years ago when he first saw her staring through the window. “I’m not going anywhere. I will always be here. I will never leave you alone. No matter what, I will never hate you, Klaus Hargreeves.” Without realizing what he was doing, Klaus's hands mirrored (y/n)’s and rested on her soft cheeks for a moment before he pressed his lips to hers.

That moment, the first time Klaus had kissed her, was what lingered in (y/n)’s mind as Klaus’s adoptive brother Diego stood on her doorstep. She had always intended to move, but when her parents decided to retire on the opposite side of the country, (y/n) remembered the promise she made to a scared, skinny teenager over a decade ago. Even though Klaus chose a path she couldn’t continue with him, she always made it apparent that she would be there for him. It took her by surprise just how much to heart he took her statement, but one morning after her parents moved and she was late for work, when she received a call from an unknown number saying a patient named Klaus Hargreeves had used her as an emergency contact, she realized he had at least listened to her promises.

“As are you,” she replied with a bite in her tone.

“Your still here,” Diego said with what seemed like a sigh of relief, but his tone came across with a tinge of bitterness.

“I-” Diego was quick to let his defensive guard down as he looked into the eyes of the only person he knew could help his brother. “He needs you,” he said after gathering his thoughts and repositioning himself so that his weight wasn’t leaning on his forward most foot, as if preparing to counter an attack. As kids, Klaus had told (y/n) all about his siblings and their tendencies, and she remembered him describing Diego--especially into the middle and end of their teenage years--to be a bit of a hot head. “He’s--”

“Did he get himself locked up again?” (y/n) asked as Diego struggled to get the words out. As soon as he shook his head she again tried to determine the situation. “Did he OD again?” she continued. “If Klaus took my name off from his emergency contact list, I’ll fucking kill him,” (y/n) grumbled while shuffling in her doorway anxiously.

“He’s tied up in a chair losing his shit trying to get sober,” Diego somehow explained without explaining shit. “When we were kids he’d always say there was only one person on this earth who accepted him--and we just thought it was Klaus being Klaus, the dramatic shit he was, you know--but I know it was you. He thought he was being secretive sneaking away from the group one the nights we ran off, or leaving the academy every night without fail from the time he was twelve until you left for college, but Klaus is Klaus."

“It’s like he’s got a neon arrow hanging over his head begging for people to look at him,” (y/n) continued. “Only for the past few years, no one has paid him any attention,” she added with guilt flowing in her tone.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to expect when Diego opened the door to the room Klaus was in, but for some reason she wasn’t actually expecting the truth. The room was dark and dusty and Klaus was a sweaty mess, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on why he was there, but also trying--unsuccessfully--to shun the terrifying faces from his sight. She had seen him a few times in their adult lives, mostly lying in hospital beds or bailing him out of jail, but even then he seemed more himself, more playful and kind, than in the single glance she had just taken at him.

“Don’t blame yourself. I don’t think he would have wanted that for you. Right now though, I’m not any help,” Diego stated while taking half a step back and turning his torso so that a straight path from (y/n)'s house to the academy was made.

“I brought someone I thought could help,” Diego said in a tone that clearly oozed a mixture of concern and passiveness--as if he wasn’t sure how to speak to his brother during a moment like this. Klaus’s drooping head swung from one side to another and he groaned with irritation.

“I don’t want Luther, Allison, or even Five’s help,” he muttered. “They don’t get it! No one ever has,” he said the last part softly to himself.

“No one?” (y/n) questioned and took a step forward while following Diego into the room.

“(Y/N)?” Klaus said her name with such a gentleness the word barely escaped his lips. He felt the guilt he’d harbored that Halloween night, the first time he had let her down, boil to the surface after having been repressed for so long. Since she left town for school, since he’d fallen into his addiction, he’d made a point to not bring her into his troubles unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t want to have the one person--the one living person--he’d cared about to see him in the same light his family did: a useless waste of life. Seeing her before him not only brought up the guilt of having let her down, but the poignant feeling that came from banishing her from his life, of leaving someone he had grown to depend on for his own selfish reasons, and the guilt of the emotions that flowed into his consciousness that tore him between his emptiness from Dave’s death, and a sense of fulfillment in having her back. “How did you--?”

“In all those years you thought no one was paying attention to you, I suppose Diego was,” (y/n) said through the damp air of the room. “Care to explain the bondage?” she asked with a coy grin, figuring it best to restore the banter between the two before getting down the the nitty gritty of why Diego had brought her there.

“Oh, just figured I’d try something new,” he sighed with a lighthearted grin as (y/n) lowered herself down to crouch beside him as Diego disappeared into the shadows.

“Is it really that new?" she asked lightly. “I remember us trying something similar about ten years ago,” she whispered with a smirk in her voice.

“I’ve gotta get clean. It’s the only way,” he stated so matter-of-factly, so seriously, that (y/n) knew there would be no way to convince him otherwise.

“The only way to what?” she asked, her voice changing from the playful tone they’d both been using to reflect the more serious one Klaus had just expressed.

“To see him,” Klaus replied, his voice now slipping from seriousness to desperation. (Y/N) could nearly see the sorrow spreading within his chest and hated the image of his pained eyes welling with tears.

“To see who, Klaus?” she asked gently while lightly touching part of his arm visible beneath the restraints.

“Dave,” he sighed with longing in his voice. There was a strike of pain in her chest as she heard the way he spoke this man’s name, a pain she had known all too well as jealousy. Even in their youth, Klaus wasn’t exactly chaste, and his experimentation with drugs wasn’t the only thing he embarked on to diminish the horrors within his mind. Throughout her adult life, (y/n) would think back to her moments with Klaus and became so overwhelmed by the pain of hopeless jealousy whenever she thought of where he had to be now, that she hated the thought of the person he had become, although she knew she could never actually hate the man himself.

“Tell me about him,” she urged. Her soft touch on his skin was something he had forgotten when he tried to forget about her. Aside from Dave, he'd never been handled so gently, or at least he forgot he had been.

“He was so kind and gentle and pure,” he sighed and dropped his head to where his eyes were almost level with (y/n)’s. He stared into her soul as she looked back into those damned green orbs she’d fallen for so many years ago. “You would have liked him, (y/n). He was so good to me too. I didn’t deserve him, I know that, but I…I loved him, (y/n).” She could see a single tear slide from Klaus’s face as he stared at the girl he’d ran from all those years before, ironically for the exact reason that lead him to running toward Dave.

“I’m sure he loved you too, Klaus,” (y/n) reassured him with a gentle and genuine smile as she tried to hide a hurt within her. “How could he not?” she sighed while gently grasping her hand around his. “Just remember him. One memory, that’s all.” Once again, the man before her squeezed his eyes shut in desperation, in pain, as a reminder of why he was strapped in a chair forcing himself to detox cold turkey, only to jerk his head up at a sound he knew neither (y/n) nor Diego could hear. His eyes flicked toward the door as heavy boots clanked against the creaking wooden floor.

“Dave,” he sighed . His tear stained cheeks and welled up eyes met that of the man he’d lost only moments ago, but for the man whose gaze he held, it had been over thirty years since seeing the soldier foolish enough to follow him to the front lines—the one who had captured his heart.

“You did it,” he sighed gently, knowing only Klaus could hear him but was still wary of the other people in the room: a man huddled in a dark corner and a woman crouched beside the man he loved.

“I did it,” Klaus sighed with relief as the biggest smile he could muster spread across his cheeks, causing (y/n) to follow his line of sight. Dave could swear the woman was looking him in the eye, but he knew better. He knew that she was looking at nothing but an empty space in an empty room. In this moment, he was solely Klaus’s. “I’ve missed you,” Klaus said softly while turning his head as Dave approached him.

“She’s right you know,” Dave said gently as he looked down at the man before him and glanced at the woman knelt beside Klaus. “It’s impossible to not love someone as crazy as you.”

(Y/N) could see Klaus’s gaze drift to the opposite side of his body and assumed Dave had made his way closer. It wasn’t until Klaus’s eyes drifted from the spirit lingering on his right toward her, as she remained in her spot on his left, did she realize their conversation had been directed toward her.

“I should have said it then,” Klaus said with regret in his soul.

“You didn’t have to,” Dave explained. “I knew.” He straightened his posture and smiled helplessly at the man he’d spent his last moments with.

“You always knew more than about me than I did,” Klaus said with a giddy grin overtaking his demeanor.

“I still do,” Dave smiled with a compassionate glance at the woman whose hand Klaus was still clenching as if his life depended on it. Immediately Klaus’s face fell into that of regret and guilt, and Dave was quick to stoop down and look him in the eyes. “Don’t,” he said so softly Klaus could almost feel the phantom’s breath against his skin. “Don’t do that to yourself. You deserve to be happy,” he explained with a small tear streaming down his cheek. “Besides, I like her. She helped you bring me back, at least to say a proper goodbye.”

“Dave, it’s—" Klaus’s voice seemed panicked and rushed to (y/n) as she tried not to listen in on the one-sided conversation, but was unable to join Diego in the background due to the grip Klaus had on her hand. She was an anchor for him--in his emotions, in his powers, and in the chaos of his everyday life--whether or not either of them realized it.

“Shh,” Dave silenced the chaotic chatterbox that randomly appeared during the most treacherous moments of his life. “You will move on eventually, Klaus. It’s only normal to. You have a lifetime ahead of you. I’m just glad you made a brief appearance in mine. But you moving on doesn’t mean I’ll ever leave you or that you will ever forget me. I guess all I’m saying is that she seems patient enough to put up with your shit.”

Once more, Klaus glanced down at (y/n) and tried to suppress the guilt he had for abandoning her, especially now that he realized her promise of never leaving him was so serious that she was here, nearly twelve years later, helping him conjure his lost love as he now realized that he was more than likely hers.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #number four #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfiction #robert sheehan

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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Ten Questions Tag (x4)

Rules: Answer the questions and add your own.

Tagged by @neocitybynight 💕

@neo-cultures

What’s your cultural background and where is your family from?

3/4 PacIslander. 1/4 white. Born and raised in the States.

How old is your tumblr?

About 1.5 years!

What’s your favorite genre to write or read?

Thrillers! Mysteries, suspense.

DO YOU KNOW YOUR MEGAN BABY?!?

I’m a grandma I’m not up on the memes but I do like me some Megan Thee Stallion

What year will you/ did you graduate from high school?

2011 lmao

Are you into makeup? (If so pls help me idk how to do mine 🙃)

Sure! Just can’t be fucked to put any on most days now.

Do you think it’s non practical to make chicken tenders in a microwave?

You do you babe, just make sure you’re fed.

Do you like mint chocolate? If so pls explain 🤔

Yes! Those little Andes mints in restaurants or on your pillows at hotels? Love them.

Where you into any other groups before you got into K-pop?

Groups? Sure. I’m an aged emo kid, FOB/MCR/P!atD were my life, along with Taking Back Sunday and Gym Class Heroes and Conra Starship.

What’s your sign and about how accurately or inaccurately does it describe you?

Capricorn sun and that’s fine. I’m fairly determined and try to remain grounded.

@byunbaekby

what is your favorite season and why?

The midst of fall like that week of Halloween where the air crisps up and the leaves are drifting.

who is your role model?

None, really. I guess me in ten years maybe.

what is your favorite book? give a short summary!

You know I don’t know? I still think about The Book Thief by Markus Zusak all the time though. The movie looked milquetoast at best and I don’t know how you do that with a story told by Death about a little girl growing accustomed to her new life with new guardians in war-torn Germany.

if you would redo your life from the beginning, would you?

Of course not. Some pains and praises should only be lived once.

have you ever been to a concert? if so, who?

Sure! A few. I’ve been to a Warped Tour and saw Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy, Kesha, Too Many Zooz, Foo Fighters.

would you rather fight a horse sized duck or 100 duck sized horses? sjdsdk

Can I please just pet either choice.

what color do you think represents your soul?

Hmm. Orange? Like a peachy orange? What color am I even thinking of?

do you sleep with the door closed or open?

Closed. It literally prevents fire spread in case of emergency lmao

what are your thoughts on mayonnaise?

Use in moderation and it’s 👌

what is one of your goals for the second half of 2020?

Calm down.

@in-my-neofeelings

what’s a quote that describes your life?

UHHH PASS.

if you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with all the free time?

Learn a language. Exercise. Write.

how do you imagine future you (maybe in 5-10 years)?

Married. Five dogs. Maybe a kid.

favourite color schemes?

Peach and lavender, pastel pink and baby blue, light grey and periwinkle

where would you like to travel?

Anywhere. The dessert. The outback. The ocean. Anywhere.

who’s someone you feel like you have a really big emotional connection to?

My partner.

would you rather be stargazing or watching the sunrise?

Sunrise!

tell us a few things that you love about yourself!!

I think I’m quite cute with nice hair and some good wit thank you very much. And I’m pretty decent in the kitchen.

if you could experience any of your fics/other fics irl which one would it be?

UHH. Oh god. Standby?

what distracts you the most (can be good or bad ahha)?

Tumblr. Cafe videos.

@neocitybynight

If you could live in one fictitious universe, what would it be?

Shoot me it’s Harry Potter

If your life were a teen movie, what high school archetype would you be?

Verbose art kid who’s sort of deep, sort of goth

What is your life mission?

Be proud of who I was five years ago.

Would you rather be able to play every instrument or know every language?

Every language!

If you could be in one of your own fics IRL, which one would you choose? (stealing this because it’s so good!)

EEEE I still think Standby. I’m coming out with something now which could be pretty exciting to live in.

Do you eat your toast with toppings or naked?

Butter, maybe a little blackberry jam.

If your life were a sitcom, which two NCT members would you want in your series-long love triangle?

Yuta and Doyoung gimme Learning to Share 😭

What is your spirit animal?

Used to think octopus, like a blue ring octopus. Maybe a fox.

What is your favorite food from your home country? (or in general, if you don’t feel comfortable sharing)

Biscuits and gravy?

Do you know how amazing you are?

More than I used to. 💕

My Questions:💕

What body part represents you?

What’s your favorite smell?

What is a detail you love about someone that you’ve never gotten to share?

Which finger is your favorite?

If you write, what’s a world building detail you’ve never gotten to share? If you don’t, what’s a headcanon you have for someone else’s au?

Describe a feeling or sensation you think you understand but have never experienced.

Carpet, hardwood, or tile?

What is your most prized possession that doesn’t hold any sentimental value?

What types of clouds do you prefer?

Can you tell me about the weather during your favorite memory?

Tagging: @hellapainyo @starxblossom @darkcb97 @sluttyten @channiesmixtape

#tag games #LONG POST #about me

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guundragon · 7 years

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Flight Rising Stereotypes

I saw a fr discussion thread about fr stereotypes. i would share there and make jokes but im sure my Inappropriate Personality would get my comment deleted or lock the whole thread. im gonna start one so us fr tumblr garbage can discuss. ill start with my takes on the flights. pls dont take srsly i dont need that in my life

Wind: everyone there smokes weed

Earth: rich but lonely. also stupid.

Plague: their dicks get hard whenever they see a skull. listens to MCR

Light: everyone here just wants in on dom rewards. not a Real Light member unless literally every dragon is a g1 with flowerfalls

Shadow: that one kid at school that still wont let go of undertale

Arcane: fidget spinning fucks thanks to That™ post

Nature: its just Rhea. no one else exists in nature except Rhea.

Fire: somehow every one i meet in fire is a 12 year old whos obsessed with pokemon

Water: u fucks named my babies hobnobcorncob and exalted them and i will never forgive you. usually im fine with stupid names, but your fuckers crossed the motherfucking line.

Ice: they have Osiem. thats it. ice is so under the radar i dont even know anyone except osiem. i think everyone there is dead or lives in a rock and screams at people who try to talk to them.

Lightning: meme loviNG FUCKS

there we go. want to add more? fucking go right ahead.

#meme rising #flight rising #pls no take srsly

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lavendershadows · 7 years

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A Masterpost of All my Online Fics

I’ve been writing fanfiction for ages. Okay, well...maybe not as long as other people. Three to four years. I’ve had 3-4 accounts where my stuff has been posted, and I’ve only deleted one of them (to be fair, it was a deviantART and there was embarrassing/old art on there so...). I kind of just want this list for myself tbh. A masterpost of some old stuff. So, here goes. (also, not going to list doubles if I’ve posted them across 2-3 of the accounts)

people who know me irl: pls, don’t

As writing stands right now, I barely write anymore, and I do have ideas, but they’ll probably never come to much fruit, or be posted. All they’d be is practice. So...yeah. I don’t want to let it go, but writing is a rare hobby of mine now.

Fanfiction.net : ShadowLink5 - zelda, four swords, ssbb, doctor who

Kidnapped: Link from Twilight Princess, after the events of the game, gets kidnapped by a very special someone from Skyward Sword.

(attempted) Four Swords 100-Theme Challenge: Just what it says. Never did get far.

Choice: MAN this was a huge self-insert project that took two years and it was an awful writing that involved ShadowxOCxVio love triangle WOOH BOY

Quintuple Quarrels: A fic to accompany a piece of art, basically just Red/Green/Blue interactions along with Vio/Shadow. Back when I shipped Vidow and RedxBlue. Although I did change it so it wouldn’t be shippy at all.

Christmas Day: A cute fluffy Christmas fic for the Four Swords! Would actually recommend reading.

Just a Copy: Some weird Super Smash Bros Brawl fic I wrote don’t even

Her: A Rose/Eleven fic, from Doctor Who. I shipped that hard.

Wattpad : Geerard_BlackParade - band fics- Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance...some Four Swords rewrites...an original...Dan and Phil, basically

Help Me Heal: A readerxAndy Biersack (Black Veil Brides/Andy Black) fic where the reader and the band members get kidnapped. Blew up more than it should’ve tbh

Breaking Away from the Darkness: A rewrite of the Four Swords 100 Theme Challenge, taking two of the themes! Would actually recommend reading.

The Green Card: Something I wrote based off of @105ttt‘s headcanons! Would actually recommend reading.

Short Prompts: Some original prompts! They’re kinda crap but I mean they got some attention, so...

Sleepovers at Midnight: A readerxDan Howell/danisnotonfire fic I wrote for a friend.

The Basket: A fic I wrote based off of one of Phil/AmazingPhil’s oldschool YouTube videos.

Uni with Dan and Phil: Another self-insert for Dan and Phil, in college...never made it far.

Make Some Noise: Some Danger Days/My Chemical Romance fanfiction that I was pretty excited about. It was an OC in the desert surviving with the Killjoys. Never went far either.

a 30-day mcr challenge that doesn’t count: 30 Day Challenge I found on dA forever ago.

A Day with MCR: Some dumb MCR fic I wrote about the reader/self-insert meeting the MCR members.

Autistic Kobra Kid (headcanons): I wrote out a couple of someone’s autistic!kobra kid Danger Days headcanons (MCR). I would tag them but their blog isn’t really here anymore. @autistickobrkid maybe?

Time Flies: ANOTHER self-insert BVB fic.

I Like It That Way- A short basement!gerard (Gerard Way) imagine, whatever

Yes, I’ve Missed You - Old, kinda shippy (don’t ship anymore rip) Gerard/Frank, friendship-ish fic/imagine

Falling in Love Will Kill You - Pretty much the same as the last one except WAY more shippy and less friendship-ish. //shame

AO3/Archive of Our Own : existentialspook - newer stuff, rewrites

Quintuple Quarrels (rewrite) - Would actually kinda recommend reading.

~the rest have been published elsewhere~

If anyone is ACTUALLY interested in reading any of these, I’d go to my AO3 account, that has the newest/best stuff. I think they’re all Four-Swords related.

wow i had written a lot over like 3 years

TL;DR: I wrote a lot of stuff. Here are the ones I’d actually recommend, linked above in bold italics (all Four Swords):

- Christmas Day

- Breaking Away from the Darkness

- The Green Card

- Quintuple Quarrels rewrite

found HERE

#four swords #dan and phil #fanfiction #black veil brides #my chemical romance #my fics #reference #my fanfiction

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