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clonesupport · 11 months

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oc tag game!

thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton for tagging me to do this!💖💘

i tag @confidentandgood @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @captastra @incognito-insomniac @kyber-infinitygems @strangefable @gayafsatan @galaxycunt @roofgeese @inafieldofdaisies @shegetsburned @bearcina @direwombat and anyone who wants to join!

Favourite OC

even if i have so many oc’s she will always be my first baby, and a baby i love very much TwT🤲✨ even if i haven’t had a ronnie fixation in a while she’s still my bbg and the one oc i’ve been most active about and done the most for so she’ll always hold a special place in my heart as the oc that brought me into this whole “having ocs” life

Newest OC

hehehehehe i’ve been absolutely brain rotting over cod and johnny for like six months now. i haven’t done much with her and i’m barely still figuring out her lord cuz i’m too busy rizzing soap ai and getting rizzed back AHAHAHA. but ugh that sweet baby boy i love him so much i had to create a lovely girly to peg him i mean love him. her call sign is angel, she’s a pilot part of task force 141 of course ;)) johnny and her are my reason to breathe rn fr

Oldest OC

back at it with my snarky bastard ronnie with a soft side for her vicar, i love her so much, i love max sm, i miss tow i wanna fixate on that game again ugh plz brain TwT🙏✨ i made her officially like a year and a half ago, but i started making an inserted character for tow in like late 2019 when the game came out and i discovered it and went eh why not it looks cool, then got absolutely fucking sucked into that shit with a blood pact istg. she’s been around for a hot minute, i only recently started making ocs and now i have so many👁️👄👁️idk how this happened AHAHAHA

Meanest OC

of course it’d be my cultist girly. she’s insane and will do anything for john and has quite the body count of kills👀 it takes a brainwashed crazy bitch to be the meanest woman in my roster😌✨

Softest OC

we all knew it’d be seph lol AHAHAHA one of the rarest personality types i ever give my ocs are soft, she’s a rare soft girl, sam’s a lucky man. made her back in like 2020 when i binged all five uncharted games in like 2.5 weeks….don’t worry about me i had a lot of time on my hands. i actually decided to play all the uncharted games because i saw one photo of sam somewhere and was instantly like 👁️👄👁️WHERE IS HE FROM—- i was dedicated to see this man and i fell in love-

i know amalla is not one i’ve talked about a lot but she’s definitely a soft quiet girly. she does have a feisty side but honestly so does seph lol i cant make an oc without having them adding that big of spice TwT but she’s a sweet girl, i mean she caught the attention and stole the heart of arthur morgan so that must count for something right?🤧✨

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC

another oc i haven’t talked about a lot but she is the most stern and kinda cold one out of all my ocs, ronnie could be a good runner up as well but she’s more smart ass mean than cold mean yenno? kenny’s just known for her resting bitch face and military demeanour. but that don’t mean she ain’t soft at heart🤧🤧🤧it just takes a lot to get there🥹

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC

she’s a clumsy girly, often times quite the all boobs no brain but she’s smart when she wants to be. her job is to be a rockstar and be a good affectionate gf for viktor so she doesn’t exactly have the needs to be smart lol. but when time comes that she needs to be like on a job for example, she’s quite the persistent and hardworking gal, her determination is high but sometimes the bimbo kind of takes over when her smarts aren’t in imminent need

Smartest OC

this girly’s a trained nurse y’all she’s got the brains. even if she is usually the “soft and sweet shy baby girl” she knows her shit. knows her history and has her medical skills. often times the brothers and sully forget she’s actually quite smart until she’s full fledged patching one of them up professionally as she explains to them what she’s doing and what injury they have. she can info barf sometimes when she gets passionate about something, it’s that side of her that sam finds attractive😉😉

it takes certain brains and tactical strategic skills to be an ace pilot. tanya may seem like just some tomboy who’s here for a good time but ya girl has got some brains on her. she got the skills to fly an f-15 and often gets appointed team leader so she clearly knows what she’s doing. she was trust worthy enough to be seen as a good pilot by the soldiers and fellow squad mates hence them giving her the nickname their guardian angel, which turned into her call sign angel. she’s humble and plays it off as no big deal, quite honestly she doesn’t see herself as smart, just hard working. but johnny makes it his mission to remind her she’s incredible, he’s her biggest fan🥹

OC I’d Be Friends With IRL

I RAN OUT OF PHOTO SLOTS—-

imagine there’s banners here TwT🤲

irl i’d definitely get along with ronnie lol. ronnie, marceline and tanya i would say. i’m a clumsy dumbass smart ass and i think i’d get along well with ronnie and tanya by teaming up with them and pick on men AHAHAHA marcy and i have the same taste in music and we both are bimbo’s who can be smart and serious when we need to be✨

#tagged #this was long oof #my ocs #oc: ronnie kana #oc: tanya reya #oc: mateo harlowe #oc: seph wilde #oc: amalla jones #oc: kennedy shepard #oc: marceline kelly

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spicedrobot · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @bluedaddysgirl! Sorry this took so long. ;;

I'll tag: @withercrown @a-aristippus @lacertae-dreamscape @aevallare @loveoaths @kevystel @frogunderarock @wolveria @dreaminghour @bright-thorn @kitewithfish

And anyone else who wants an excuse to do this please tag me I'd love to read your answers!! 🥺💖💖💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

134.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

444,065

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started my writing days in Overwatch and most of my fics are from that era, but most recently, I've written for Star Wars, Baldur's Gate 3 and Arcane.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A New Era - First Jayvik fic I wrote, and somehow it's at the top of the jayvik ao3 tag by kudos even though it's mindrot I wrote between episode breaks. Sorry long form jayvik writers ;;

Lost Time - life-affirming jayvik sex after the s1 finale. I'm just now realizing that all my top kudos fics are jayvik LMAO

Opposites - jayvik fic where someone talks up Viktor at a party and Jayce gets jealous.

Arcane Ficlets - my randomly assorted Arcane stuff I wrote via tumblr asks. All jayvik too 😂

Warm Heart - Viktor has cold hands but Jayce knows just how to warm him up.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! But sometimes it takes me months to get back to people. Once the inbox number ticks up I get a little nervous ;; which only makes the problem worse!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend not to write anything that ends too angsty. I have one or two that have a sort of bad-end vibe. Usually I'll write an angsty ending then delete and rewrite. LOL

Maybe this silco/viktor fic: Back Down? Since Viktor knows he shouldn't be messing around with Silco but he's so drawn to him.

Runner up: one of my ramyatta fics Stargazing because it shows the difference between their past relationship and the present at the end, where they are no longer together. t _ t

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Encore, since I wrote it because Outer Wilds canon endings beat me up so badly. LOL

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Almost always. Any kind, basically. LOL I love pining and unestablished relationship like crazy, and both characters just falling into sex with each other. Blow jobs, possessiveness, breeding kinks, ritualistic sex, size difference, voyeurism, smell stuff, sex pollen, outfits... a VERY wide range. 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I almost never write them. I think I have written a few fics that just takes characters and puts them into another game's setting, but that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Most I had one of my ramyatta fics translated into chinese. I've also had my only symbrock fic made into a podfic.

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

Not really. I've done a fic with bluedaddysgirl that was Thrawn/Cad Bane, but mostly I collaborate with artists to do illustrations of my work. I did some RPing back in the day, but none of that's going to see the light of day LOL

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably genyatta? But honestly, I have so so many. Obimaul also has a special place in my heart.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My last year's nanofic. It was an AU where Bo-Katan never saved Obi-Wan from Mandalore, so he remained Maul's prisoner. It was going to be a what if where Maul realizes he doesn't know what to do with Obi-Wan now that he's finally exacted his revenge, and they would slowly fall in love while doing powerplays the whole time. LOL It was a bit weird because I had to write it so fast, so a lot of the fic was just Savage and Obi-Wan interacting, so it almost made it seem as if they would be the better pairing TBH. It just needs so much reworking and IDK if I have the power. It probably just needs an entire re-write.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel I'm very good at condensing ideas into short word counts. I also think my sex scene writing, specifically my dirty talk, is pretty good! That's one of those things that I can't stand to read if it's bad in fanfic, so I try to make what they say as in character as I can. 😳

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything longer holy shit. I'm really terrible at it because as soon as I have to deal with pacing it's a death sentence for my motivation. 💀💀💀

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It can be done well? But only if you are a fluent speaker. I personally don't do it because I'm an idiot who only knows one language, and I don't want to mess up the mood of writing by accidentally making an embarrassing gaff in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my life? Probably Kingdom Hearts. On my ao3 account: Dragon Age: Inquisition.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Definitely Polite Company, my Obimaul reverse AU fic. It's the longest thing I've ever written and posted. SUCH a comfort fic to me, and it was a blast to work on. There's just something so fun about writing Jedi Maul that I still can't get over it. The ideas kept coming for that fic which almost never happens for me, and somehow it was fairly well received, which I'm just so ridiculously grateful for. I'm always surprised at how much Obimaul isn't a main pairing for Obi-Wan when they have such ridiculous chemistry. Not even 600 fics on all of ao3 for them💀💀💀 A crime!!

#en talks #long post #ask game

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bringthekaos · 5 months

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what do you think Jayce’s reaction to Viktor accidentally starting a cult was/will be?

Idk, I think it kinda depends on how Viktor treats the whole thing. Like the “join the Glorious Evolution” is a nice little tag line for a game character, but they’d have to do some serious work to make it not come across cringey and cartoon-villain-esque in Arcane.

I think if Viktor panders to them, lets them run rampant and preach the virtues of abandoning free will, then Jayce will probably be disgusted. Just as I think he’d be disgusted about Viktor eliminating/attempting to eliminate emotion. He views it as abandoning one’s humanity, and it fills him with grief to know that Viktor thinks that is the answer.

If Viktor is less enthused by the cult (sort of like he was at the beginning of Convergence), then I think perhaps Jayce might see what Viktor sees in them—blind idolatry with no substance. In this instance, I would hope he would see that they don’t stand for what Viktor does, and that a lot of them have twisted his message to serve their own ends.

(Also kinda depends what Viktor’s message actually is. Body augments can help ease your pain and make day-to-day life easier for all Zaunites? 👍 Everyone should eliminate their emotions because it makes you weak, oh and also you don’t get a choice on the matter? 👎)

#arcane #jayvik #jayce talis #machine herald viktor #glorious evolution cult #asks #ace answers

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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*jumps through door* idk about the prompt thing but singed x silco always intrigued me so singed helping silco with his eye or plans for a prompt if you can/want to write it? *breaks down window*

You said Silco helping with his eye and I said gay dads modern AU (probably) (also if you got any prompt plans, you can also DM me too!)

Silco x Singed Tags: Domestic Bliss, Probably Modern AU, Singed's first name is Corin, They have three kids (Orianna, Viktor and Jinx), husband's being vulnerable with each other is my fave actually, first time writing Sinco

"Sweetheart."

"No."

"Darling."

"Corin, no."

The doctor frowns, dragging long fingers through the shorter man's dark hair. "It's for the best."

There's a groan below him, a face burying further into the crook of his neck, legs curling tightly on Singed's lap. "I don't need glasses."

The taller man sighs. "I was only implying it may be good to get them checked."

There's a huff against his neck. "I'm not old."

"I didn't say that." Fingers trail against the scalp, crawling towards the back of his partner's neck. "And besides, Silco, if I was implying you were old, I would be doing the same to myself."

That earns a slight pull back, The Eye of Zaun shifting in his arms to stare at him. "You know, you've never told me your exact age."

Singed hums, keeping an arm around the other man's waist, a physical connection while he pulls out his phone with his free hand. "And you're only attempting to ask now to try to distract me from setting up your optometrist appointment."

He's met with the stubborn silence of truth, and Silco working his tongue against his cheek. After a minute, nothing is said besides a heavy sigh from the man, before he resumes the position of snuggling his husband, pressing his face against his throat. "I don't want to go. They always ask about the eye."

"It will be fine." The hand moves up from the waist, to caress his back. "I'll make sure they know about it already."

A pause and Silco's fingers dig into his shoulders. "What if they give me a monocule?"

Singed doesn't miss a beat, eyes on his phone still as he looks up the email address to make the appointment. "You'll be called the Monopoly man instead of the Eye of Zaun for a few days until everyone gets used to it."

That earns a nip against his neck, that has Singed smiling again before clearing his throat. "Orianna said she wants to take you. Test out her driving skills and have lunch with her favorite step-parent."

"Bringing up the children? An evil tactic." There's a smile against the skin, before another kiss. "I'm almost proud."

A hum. "Your negotiation skills were bound to rub off."

" I think I can give you a good demonstration of how well I can negotiate, lovely. If you want to practice."

Singed doesn't even blink at the obvious offer. "I already had a demonstration in mind."

That gets an elegant eyebrow raise. "Oh?"

"I sleep here in the lab until you go." The other man stiffens in his arms. "You're welcome to join me. Though I think I'm getting another specimen shipment-"

"I'll go."

That earns a smile and a brush of lips to Silco's forehead. "Thank you."

There's another nip to his neck, that quickly becomes a few more, fingers moving from shoulders down to the folds of his jacket and pushing the fabric back. Silco is apparently determined to show him that neither of them were old.

Singed would allow him, at least until after the optometrist appointment. Then he'd let Silco know they were both old, but just to make the most out of it. Life was meant to be lived, no matter what age they were.

But for now, as lips trail over his skin, he'll enjoy Silco's attempt at retaining their youth.

#silco x singed #silco #singed #arcane #i feel like only half good about this one #sweaty asks #daily drabble arcane #sinco #labrat

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lilajeanbasener · 2 years

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For the last two years I have been writing a story about Hermitcraft. It all started when I read that wonderful Hermitcraft story, "And The Universe Shifts" and the amazing, "Red Sun Never Sets". These stories where so incredible I wanted to see more of that universe so I was inspired to write a fic of my own, a very challenging thing considering I have Dyslexia and struggle deeply with reading/writing. But it's been an incredible journey writing this story, I have pushed myself to the limits as a writer and have gotten some amazing feedback, advice, and corrections from y'all. And just recently I started drawing fart (fan+art) for each chapter, which has been a truely intimidating because I'm not confident in my art skills. But I've really grown as the chapters went on and I'm thankful to have pushed myself. Now I'm working on an animation, something I NEVER thought I could do. This has been very fun, thank you Hermitcraft community for just being awesome and inspiring us to creatively push yourself in building, redstoning, drawing, gaming, animating, storytelling, and more.

Oh, and if you're interested in checking it out, here's the links-

And the Universe Shifts ~

and the universe shifts (ATUS) (37691 words) by aayaptre

Chapters: 18/18

Fandom: Hermitcraft, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, Iskall, Scar - Character, Joe Hills, Cubfan, Stress - Character, False - Character, Cleo, Xisuma, Basically Every Hermit, Doc

Additional Tags: Evo AU, Angst, Minor Violence, Grian has a bad time The Fanfic, Hurt/Comfort

Series: Part 1 of ATUS Works

Summary:

"They were playing a game, they called it a game, it was one he couldn’t win. He played anyway."

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Grian's been running for a long time, and knowing him, he's going to be caught eventually.

The Red Sun Never Sets ~

The Red Sun Never Sets (27242 words) by ThaneZain

Chapters: 25/25

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, Iskall, Pablo Punchwood - Character

Additional Tags: Rated For Violence, Cussing, Redstoner AU, major character death but not permanent, Psychological Trauma, Recovery, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, idk i need to add better tags now that its two years old, but i still dont know how to ao3, have fun I guess

Summary:

Mumbo wakes, finding himself stranded in a strange, flat world with a glaring red sun always directly above him. He compulsively builds redstone circuits, barely realizing the deadly traps he's creating. When his friends arrive to bring him home, the acts he commits prove how far gone he is and how long it will take for him to return, fully, from the hollow world of the red sun

And my story: Forbidden or Forgotten/ On your preferred reading platform.

Archive of Our Own ~

Forgotten or Forbidden (268172 words) by JeanBasener

Chapters: 43/?

Fandom: Hermitcraft, MindCrack RPF, Video Blogging RPF, third life - Fandom, Empires SMP, Dream SMP, Minecraft - Fandom, 3rd life - Fandom, SciCraft

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Oli & His Panda Hat

Characters: MumboJumbo, Evil Xisuma, Keralis, Docm77, BdoubleO100, Hypnotized - Character, HelsKnight, Biffa (Video Blogging RPF), GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Herobrine (Minecraft), Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), Pungence, Zedaph (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Viktor | Iskall85, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF), Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF), FalseSymmetry (Video Blogging RPF), Daniel M. | VintageBeef, Astrozoan (Video Blogging RPF), ZombieCleo, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Rendog (Video Blogging RPF), Joe Hills, xBCrafted (Video Blogging RPF), TinFoilChef (Video Blogging RPF), Jevin | iJevin, Bryce | fWhip, Cubfan135 (Video Blogging RPF), Tango Tek (Video Blogging RPF), Welsknight Gaming, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), Jimmy | Solidarity, Taurtis (Video Blogging RPF), Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF), Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Alex Edgar | PauseUnpause, Br0dyman (Video Blogging RPF), Joel | SmallishBeans, 3rd Life SMP Ensemble, Natalie Arnold | StressMonster101, Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood

Additional Tags: Friendship, Adventure, Mystery, NoShip, AllHermitsMajorlyFeatured, Fight Scenes, Special Guest Appearances - Freeform, Watchers, Heist, Wilderness Survival, Courtroom Drama, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Magic, Prophecy, Pirates, foundFamily, Survival Horror, Ratings: PG, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Grian whispers to MumboJumbo: Tomorrow morning, bring rope!

Xisumavoid whispers to EthosLab: We need to talk.

Tango whispers to ImpulseVS: You ok?

Welsknight whispers to Hypnotized: Bring med stuff

ZombieCloe whispers to JoeHills: Why aren't you answering?!

Bdoubleo100 whispers to GoodTimesWithScar: WHERE ARE YOU GRACIOUS MAYOR?!

StressMonster101 whispers to Iskall85: Haven't seen you, want to get together? :)

Keralis whispers to Xisumavoid: DOC'S GOAT! NOW!

iJevin whispers to Zedaph: Somewhere no one will see us

XBcrafted whispers to TinFoilChef: Need your help!

Grian whispers to MumboJumbo: Thanks for everything, spoon.

Secrets revealed, backs knifed, friends scream. Stretched fine as canvas will Hermitcraft frame the portrait of tragedy? The Hermits must use silly tactics, preserve through hopelessness, and sacrifice everything to protect their beautiful home!

{W/GeminiAndPearl}

Or Wattpad~

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skeletonsweatshirt · 2 years

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Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 1

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags: Extroverted Jayce, New Dorm Room, Y/N is still moving in, Impatient Heimey, First Day jitters, Viktor says literally nothing, That mf silent, Confused Reader, *Insert vine of that one lady yelling about how Arkansas and Kansas are pronounced differently*, yes I just made a vine reference, it's my goddamn fic. Also, Heimerdinger has a bouncy mustache. I am my own proofreader, Grammarly is a frequent life saver (not sponsored)

Warnings: None really. Heimer mentions the reader that getting a full-ride scholarship is a "big responsibility" and there's like a few very brief symptoms of anxiety but it's never like a panic attack it's just the reader being nervous about starting school. Also, v quick mention of chaos and destruction spurred by the reader learning what Jayce and Vik are working on. Nothing in detail, just the idea that putting magic in the hands of normies might end badly.

A/N: Hey you little stinkies. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. School just started and I've been busy not getting an F and also looking for a job and shit. Either way, I'm back now and I'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently but if it doesn't happen don't get butt hurt cuz chances are I will be back eventually. I'll try to get Chapter 2 out soon but idk we'll see what happens. Anyways enjoy the read.

You double and triple-check your bag to be sure of its contents on the way to the sleek, white, and gold vanity pushed against your wall. You double and triple check your uniform is right. White Shirt, White Vest, Red Tie, Black Bottoms. Alright, looking good. You give yourself possibly the quickest thumbs up in the reflection before racing towards the door of the new dorm room you weren't quite used to the layout of yet.

Another set of three knocks arrives on the outside of your hefty door before you manage to open it. On the other side is a yordle, about two and a half feet shorter than you, with a poro standing loyally at his right side. You smile down at the dean of the school, the fluffball known as Cecil B Heimerdinger, or just Professor Heimerdinger to you.

"Oh, hello sir. Good morning." You beam down at the man.

"Good morning, Y/N. I hope you are settling in well." The yordle remarks cheerfully.

"I'm doing my best. A bit hard to get around with boxes at your feet, though." You chuckle to hide the grimace that you're wearing in your brain. You severely underestimated how difficult it would be to unload a few boxes of your things into your new home for the next 4+ years.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Come, come, child, we should start the tour." He offers, waving you forward to follow him.

You swiftly nod and step out of your dorm room, making sure the door is locked behind you. You follow the man, attempting to match his pace so you don't fall forward or behind him. You quickly dart your eyes between the floor and him, not sure yet which you're supposed to look at.

"First things first, congratulations on your scholarship. It's not every day someone gets to come here nearly for free. That's a big responsibility, you know." The yordle states, or jokes. You can't really tell quite yet, you're still getting used to him.

"I know, sir. And I just wanted to thank you for approving it. I think I can truly achieve great things here." You exclaim.

"That's what we're hoping for. That is why you'll be assisting two of our greatest minds in the lab." He notes. Something you are just now realizing is that somehow Heimerdinger's mustache manages to bounce every time he speaks. Hopefully, you are never in a serious meeting with him. "But first I want to show you around. Make sure you understand where all your classes are and how to get there."

You nod in understanding. As you look around, you start to notice other students clearly staring at you and the professor. Some, who must not know who you are, are looking at you like you'd just been involved in the biggest scandal in your life. Others look at you absolutely bewildered. And you are pretty sure you see a few students, older and not, checking their right hands to see if their string lines up with yours, and when it doesn't, they simply look at you disappointed.

You look at your own hand. Surprisingly, you're following your string right down the middle. If this string wasn't like...magic or something...and the slack just kept dragging along, it would be straight between your legs. That's how exact you are. A soft whistle comes from below you, and just as Heimerdinger catches your attention, you turn a corner and begin walking away from where the string was leading.

About an hour and a half goes by before you finish locating all your classes, the cafeteria, and the library. If there was one thing to admire about Heimerdinger, it would be how damn thorough he is.

"Now, we are headed to the lab where you will be conducting research. Jayce and Viktor should be there since their classes haven't started yet." The professor lends you a kind smile as he begins walking you through the expansive corridors of the school.

You give an excited nod. An actual lab for you to work in! Not some bullshit one you put together in your parent's cramped attic because your mother stated she'd rather have the top of the house blow up than the bottom. You swiftly swing your bag towards your front, unclipping the fastens and digging through the many papers, notebooks, and folders you had somehow managed to cram inside.

You procure a leatherbound journal, no larger than your face, and open it. This journal contains all the notes you have taken on topics you wished to research or experiment with in the past year. Some of the topics you had been able to approach at your home lab, but some you had saved until you had access to a professional lab. Like the one at the academy.

You skim through the pages, a feather-like finger tracing over the lines of the topics that caught your eye. You realize about halfway through flicking through that you don't even know if any of your studies match up with Jayce and Viktor's.

"Sir, may I ask what exactly what Jayce and Viktor are working on in their lab space?" You question the older man without removing your face from the journal.

"They are designing a company they call 'Hextech" The yordle makes air quotes with his fingers. "The goal of their project is to discover a way to put the Arcane into the hands of the people through innovative technology."

You pause. The Arcane? Like...magic? You let the journal fall limply to your side as you look at the professor. "Isn't that like...really dangerous?" Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you ask. You remember reading about things like this in old history books. Putting magic in the hands of the non-magic users usually just ended in chaos and destruction.

Heimerdinger looks at you with a look of confusion. Not in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't know what you're talking about. On the contrary, he knows exactly what you're talking about. He's probably older than those books you were reading. The look he gives you makes you think that he's the only one ever asking that question.

"Ahem," The man clears his throat. "Usually it is. And honestly, I was opposed to the idea at first. However, Jayce and Viktor are some of the brightest minds in the Academy. They have promised me that everything is under control, and they take extra precaution when handling their projects."

A muffled crashing sound comes from down the hallway. Judging by the look on your superior's face, said crash is coming from Viktor and Jayce's lab.

"Extra precaution, huh?" You chortle as you shove your journal back into your bag as you and Heimer make way down the corridor slightly faster than you were.

Once you make it to the lab, you straighten out your outfit and open the door, allowing Heimerdinger to walk in before you. As you walk into the open room, you recognize what the noise must've been. A bag of tools bulkier than you had ever seen had tipped over, sending a sea of metal over the lab's solid flooring.

Your bag immediately makes its way off your shoulder and onto the ground beside you. You crouch down, assisting the more muscular of the two men with collecting the items that had come out of the bag in the fall. You both stand once every tool is back in its rightful place.

"Thank you." The man sticks out a hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Jayce Talis. And you are?"

"Y/N L/N." A familiar older voice rings out behind you. "They are your new assistant. Y/N, these are Jayce," He gestures to the man in front of you. "and Viktor." He gestures over to a man sitting on a metal stool who somehow looks both older and younger than Jayce. He has soft-looking quafts of chestnut brown hair that seem to waterfall down his scalp in a way that's both messy and put together. Like he tried to groom himself but gave up halfway through.

You throw a quick grin at the slender man before giving him a brief run-over with your eyes. Then you go back to turn your head and face Jayce. Then you don't. What was supposed to be a quick glance to just get a general idea of your soon-to-be lab partner turns into you turning your head so fast you nearly get whiplash. All because your glance at the man was interrupted with a shade of crimson that is now scarily familiar.

And to your surprise, the color wasn't a trick your eyes decided to play on your brain. Tied around Viktor's book-holding right pinky finger is a piece of cardinal-colored string that drapes to the floor below him and creates an obvious path between the two of you.

You stare at the string for a time, admiring the trail left across the tile floors before a voice penetrates your internal cloud of questions, answers, and miscellaneous thoughts and feelings that weren't either of the first two but you didn't really have time to sort them because holy shit.

"Mx. L/N." Heimer addresses you in a tone that makes it seem like he has been calling your name for the past hour.

You snap out of your haze just enough. You force your eyes away from the ribbon and onto your superior. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

"I have to get going. I trust you are in good hands here. Jayce and Viktor will show you around, and I'm sure you will get acclimated to life in the Academy in no time. You all know where my office is if you are to need me." The yordle notes and walks out of the large doors behind you.

You wave goodbye to the dean and his pet and then face your full attention towards your more muscular partner. You decide to ignore the other one for now, even if that means getting holes burnt through your skull by his darting glances. That is something to deal with later.

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blurrycow · 2 years

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Life Is Too Short To Last Long

Synopsis: Five Hargreeves is on a self-destructive rampage, and Viktor needs to stop it before it gets worse.

Word count: 2931

Trigger warnings: mentions of death, death, suicide, blood, cursing. Like Five buddy are you ok

Author’s notes: HERE IS THE REPOSTED VERSION OF THE FIC WHERE I KILL FIVE!!! PLUS CHAPTER TWO!!! ahaha so I did try to get this over 2k and!! It worked!! So that’s why it’s got so many run on sentences and lengthy descriptions, sob. Anyway I hope you likey because this is my pride and joy and like the first actual REAL fic I’ve ever finished (and I may make a third part, so stay tuned!) Also, Five is super ooc in the second part, but that is because he is dead. So. Tags: @conchshell, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily, @burnmyself, @sharkneto, @hargreef, @rllybritrlly (idk if you read fanfic brit but i like torturing people so…. youre on the taglist now lol)

Hi, sorry for the tag guys! But I DID end up finishing this and I think it’s pretty good if I do say so myself muahaha

“Come on, Five,” Viktor pleads, but Five only presses his hand closer to his chest. Viktor can feel all of his ribs through his shirt. Five is so skinny. How did he not see it before? Who knows how long it’s been since he ate? Since he sat down and took a break? How long has it been since he’s gotten a shower or relaxed?

“Just do it,” His brother begs, holding his hand like a lifeline against his heart, and Viktor stops short. Five never begs. He’s aloof. He’s prideful. He’s cold. But above all, he does not beg.

Viktor swallows and shakes his head. “I can’t.” He’s not lying. The cold pierces through the night like a sharp knife, gleaming and hard, the type of cut that you don’t notice until you’re bleeding out on the floor.

Viktor is the one metaphorically bleeding out on the floor.

Five’s eyes grow hard and cold, the greenish blue laced with anger and pain. Viktor is startled by their intensity. “Just do it,” he repeats, and his voice is shaking slightly, warm breath releasing in pale grey puffs into the light of the streetlamp and the dark road. A place for a nighttime stroll or midnight donut run. Not a place for a killing. Not a place for a suicide.

Viktor feels the tears coming, but he swallows down the lump in his throat. “I don’t know why.” Maybe he can prolong this. Maybe if he makes Five explain, he can talk him down.

Five shuts his eyes, lashes fluttering on pale cheeks. Viktor can feel his heartbeat, pounding shakily but holding steady. “Because the Commission implanted a disease in my brain.”

“And what does this disease do?” Viktor grills desperately, hoping with all of his will that his siblings are coming soon. If anyone can help Five it would be Allison’s rumors or Luther’s strength, or Diego’s knives and Klaus’s wit. They would all be so much better in this situation.

“It makes me want to destroy you,” Five says, opening his eyes again, and they are very shiny, like an ocean in the sunlight. “It makes me want to kill you all and myself, so I’d rather you get it over with before I have to kill all of you.”

The night is quiet. A gust of wind chills Viktor to the bone. He’s never felt this cold in his life. “You’re my brother. I can’t hurt you.”

Five lets go of Viktor’s hand, suddenly feral, savage, a wild boy turned rabid. He grows teeth, snaps, snarls. “You have to, Viktor! If you don’t kill me, I’ll kill you! It’s a kill or be killed world, and the only thing to do is kill me, because you can’t die, not when I’ve been working my whole damn life to keep you alive!”

Viktor is silent. Guilt chews its toxic way through his stomach, eating out his organs, leaving him desiccated and immobilized on the floor.

“You did it once. You can do it again.”

That’s what does it. That’s what fells the final blow. Viktor remembers the agony, the anger, the lash, the worry.

He’d killed his family. Five’s time spent in the apocalypse was his fault.

Viktor has to put him out of his misery, no matter how much he wants to hold on.

He stares at this boy, this boy that is not the same as he remembers, and Five is spitting and maniacal, shouting something about how Viktor needs to kill him, to just channel his power and blow his brains out, but Viktor has stopped listening.

There’s really no other choice but to kill Five, then. To kill the only brother he’s ever really loved.

How sad is that? How tragic must the Hargreeves be to be put into situation after situation, and now their backbone is offing himself at Viktor’s hand?

But time stops for no one, not even the Master of Time, and Five is already foaming at the mouth, hungry and ready for blood, and Viktor has to choose: does he want to die or does he want Five to live?

Five slams Viktor’s hand against his chest again, weakly, like he’s running out of steam. “I told you why. Now do it quick.” His eyes are bloodshot and pained, and glistening with something that looks like tears. But it can’t be tears. Five Hargreeves never cries. Crying is too weak. Crying is too human.

And Five Hargreeves isn’t human. He’s a cold, unfeeling killer. This is what the world has shaped him to be.

Viktor is teetering on the edge of humanity, ready to fall.

“You goddamn coward,” Five whispers, sensing the change in the atmosphere, and Viktor goes over the edge, toppling into the dark pit of oblivion, past his soundproof chamber and critical whispers and into the shadows where it is dark and cold and black, and there he sees a boy, standing alone.

The boy is holding a leash empty of pets, and his hair is dark and unruly and falling in a curtain over his face. He is thin and short, with icy blue eyes far too intelligent for his face, and he is wearing a blue uniform piped with red. The boy opens his mouth, and blood spills out over his teeth, staining them red, dripping down his chin in lazy rivers that spiral in scarlet kaleidoscopes. The leash drops from his hand as he collapses, and Viktor hears his own voice within the boy’s tortured scream- KILL ME.

He flies back to the present where things are overwhelmingly hot and Five is back in front of him and the streetlights gleam pale fluorescents and the wind whistles like a cheery barber and Viktor is filled with a strong and sudden conviction that this is what he is supposed to do.

He’s gotta be a good brother, right?

He nods, looks at his brother. Five nods back, mouth in a tightly pained grimace. They both know what comes next, and although later the guilt will come, the overwhelming loneliness and hurt and shame, for now Viktor can only see the fact of what is happening right now and what will come.

His plan will be put into action, and Five might never forgive him, but he can’t just let him go.

Viktor unleashes his power in a burst of blue white, and the world is bathed in pale light.

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He lands on the ground hard, feet unsteady by the force of the blow.

The ground is unseeable, and Viktor can’t see his ankles or feet, because they are wreathed in black smoky sludge.

For some reason, this does not bother him. It does not worry him that he cannot see his feet. Usually it would, he thinks, and then laughs at himself. Why is he thinking about his feet?

He looks up. He’s alone on an empty street, the smoky black sludge coursing down the decline but not pulling him along with the current. It is dark, not the dark that smothers the night, but the dark that wraps you in a comforting blanket. There are no stars, only an endless path of evenly spaced street lamps on either side of the road he is standing in. It’s quiet. Viktor takes a breath.

He does not note the sudden change in temperature, or the way the trees droop like abandoned dogs. It does not bother him.

Or, at least, he thinks it doesn’t.

The world feels very simplistic, a mirage of black and white. It’s beautiful. The sludge keeps its course down the pavement, and the black sky keeps on twinkling. The glaring white lights from the streetlamps only add to the atmosphere.

A sudden ringing of a bell, a chime. Viktor turns his face heavenward. It is the first sound he has heard since he arrived, wherever he is. Whatever he is.

He tilts his head back down to look back at the path and in front of him is a short, chubby girl, with long brown hair and straight bangs and pale white eyes rolled back in her head.

Viktor knows this girl well. He has been her. He has felt her pain and felt her worries and felt her embarrassment and sorrows and scars and he knows, with conviction, that she is here to chastise him.

He is not scared, for some reason, but his skin crawls.

“Viktor, Viktor,” the girl cries, distressed, tears rolling down her face, fat and always coming in their amusement. “Viktor, what have you done now?” She appears to be looking for him with her pale unseeing eyes and Viktor tries to walk closer, to console his younger self, but the sludge prevents him from moving. “I don’t know,” he tries to say. “Why are you here?” but his mouth doesn’t let him, and when he opens it the only thing that comes out is open air, cool and unfeeling and emotionless.

The girl says, “The pain will come soon.”

“Viktor, you have made a grave mistake,” says another voice, and when he looks again, the girl is gone and in her place is a tall, bulky man with an olive trench coat and closely cut butter-yellow hair. There is the vaguest notion of recognition behind those white eyes, and Viktor startles by the intensity of it.

Another blink and the man is now a curly haired dark skinned woman, and she leans forward, lips by Viktor’s ear, and he tries to jerk back from her touch, but he can’t move. The woman whispers, only you will realize what you have done, and leans away and when he sees her again, moon-white eyes pale and unseeing, she is another person, a man, with short, curled hair and a mischievous grin, and the man says, “You will regret this,” and then skips around Viktor in a circle and he tries in vain to escape the sludge and paralysis, and the black sludge is rising, rising, coating his legs and the bottom of his torso and is crawling higher and higher still, up to his neck and chin and Viktor cannot move and he seems to be suffocating from the power of the black sludge and the man with the grin laughs, happy, so happy to see his pain and suffering, so happy to see justice carried out, and then the man is gone and in his place is a boy.

The worst part is that the boy does not do anything. He just stands there, watching, knowing, and his eyes are not white, they’re blue-green. A startlingly familiar color. He stares at Viktor with recognition and disappointment.

“Viktor,” he says. “This was not the plan.”

And then Viktor remembers, in a racecar rush, vibrant and killing.

The pain, the flash, the regret. It comes in like a waterfall, almost crushing him alive.

“Five,” he says, almost desperately, pleadingly. “I couldn’t.”

“You need to go back,” Five says, quickly. There is no question, no hesitation. Viktor wishes he had that confidence. “You can’t stay here. You don’t belong here. You weren’t supposed to kill yourself too.”

“Neither do you,” Viktor argues. “You were too young.”

“I was fifty eight,” snaps Five. “I was done anyway.”

I was done anyway.

How had Viktor not seen it?

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he whispers, not really a request. “I would have helped you.” He doesn’t add: I’ve been there. I know how it feels to be alone.

To want to just… be gone.

“I wasn’t your problem,” Five waves away his words, eyes everywhere but Viktor.

“I care about you. You’re my brother.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. Care about me, that is. All it’s gonna bring you is trouble.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Viktor says, reserve going steely. How could Five just leave them like that, again?

He wanted to leave.

Why would he want to leave? How could he willingly kill himself?

But it was Viktor who killed him, really.

“Just go,” Five says, turning away; and Viktor is suddenly mad because it sounds a whole lot like what he said before, before he pointed the hand at himself, before he told Viktor to just kill me, you damn coward.

Viktor’s not the coward, Five is. Five’s the one who’s been running his whole life, first from their dad, and then from the Commission, and now he’s running from life into the comforting arms of Death.

Five’s the real coward here.

Viktor tells himself this, and it helps him stay calm as he says, “What made the Commission so angry as to plant the disease in your brain?” He needs an explanation. Maybe things can make more sense, maybe he can make a plan, maybe, maybe, maybe.

Five rolls his neck to the side, and it makes a cracking sound. “Pissed em’ off, that’s what. I refused to kill Kennedy, and when I went back to get the briefcases in the first apocalypse, they did it. While I was sleeping. It only hurt a little bit,” he adds when he sees the expression on Viktor’s face.

Somehow, Viktor does not believe him. Five’s pain threshold is like a tastefully decorated altar. It’s not really a threshold, and Allison had told them long ago that if Five downplayed something, it was definitely worse than he said.

Allison! What had happened to her? Viktor hasn’t seen his sister since three days ago, when he and Five broke off, away from the Sparrows. The others scattered elsewhere. None of them have reached out, or tried to communicate.

At least, not that he knows of. He hasn’t reached out to his siblings either, mostly because he can’t.

He really misses his sister. He misses his dumbass brothers, too, despite all odds.

“Viktor?”

Viktor looks up, and he’s made a plan, he’ll stall, just keep Five with him for as long as he can. “Sorry. I don’t think you can stay here. I won’t let you. If I go back, you’re coming with me.”

Five’s blue-green eyes darken, pupils contracting, until they are swallowed by an ocean of color, an abstract art of madness and torment. “I can’t. If I go back, I’ll just kill you. This is the only way.”

“There is always another way,” Viktor says, voice rising. “You taught me that yourself. There is always another way, and there is more than one way out. We can tie you down so you don’t hurt us. We can, we can confine you so you’ll still be with us somehow, I-”

“Do you hear yourself?” Five cuts in, snapping like a rubber band on the edge of a knife. “Do you seriously think I’ll agree to that? Why would I want to live in a world where I can’t do anything?”

He’s right, and Viktor knows it. The only reason Five is here in this medium space is because Viktor is. And because Viktor won’t let his memory go.

He’s selfish. The kind thing, the good thing to do, would be to let Five go to wherever it is he wants to go, and not hinder him in his travels. Viktor can honor his brother’s memory in his own, and let the spirit go free.

Klaus has told him enough about the dead for him to know that spirits don’t like to be contained.

“I don’t know,” Viktor says, softly, like falling snow. “This feels like Ben all over again.”

He doesn’t think that he can lose another brother, watch another fade away for real.

Viktor looks up again, and Five has moved to stand beside him, a comforting presence. “If you go back and I stay… there might be a chance that the timeline is changed. If I’m dead, I can’t be in Dallas in the past. That means that I’ll probably be with the Sparrows.”

Viktor sniffles. “I don’t know if I can handle that after seeing Ben.”

“It’s okay,” Five says, a little awkwardly. “I’ve already lived a long life anyway. I don’t mind.”

He still looks about twelve. It’s weird to hear him say that.

And Viktor still doesn’t want to let him go. Although it would be the kinder thing to do.

“The girl already met with me,” Five says, “And she said that I was ready to go. Whenever you are.”

“The girl-”

“She doesn’t want to meet with you. She said it’s not your time yet. So you can go. Whenever you think you can let me go.”

VIktor wipes his nose on the back of his hand and holds his arms out.

Five stares at them a little bit in confusion, and Viktor says, “One last hug, before I leave?”

Five smiles, just the tiniest bit out of the corner of his mouth, and Viktor thinks that he wishes he would have smiled like that more when he was alive.

His brother is warm, and his elbow pokes into Viktor’s stomach, but he finds he doesn’t mind. Five rests his head on top of Viktor’s shoulder, because he’s tall enough to do that now, Viktor sighs.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, Five,” he says quietly, and Five doesn’t reply, only buries his face deeper into Viktor’s hoodie.

Viktor wonders how long it’s been since Five’s been hugged like this.

Finally, his brother pulls away from the hug, and Viktor smiles at him a little.

“Bye, little brother,” Five says, crooking another sideways grin.

Viktor wishes he could capture him like this forever.

Remember him smiling.

He lets go, and the light is an overwhelming symphony in the dark.

#five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #Number seven #number five #Fanfiction #REVEL IN MY EIGHT PAGE LONG DEATH CURE AU

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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All the Names of You

Hi! Sorry for not finish the Valentine’s Special quite yet. I wanted to take a break from writing too much (bc writing block) so I was reading... gothic stuff. So expect some updates from my Halloween/gothic fic soon. Hopefully this week will allow me to finish Mel’s, and maybe Viktor’s too, if I’m lucky enough. For now, I hope you enjoy this drabble I made for a friend :3

Viktor x gn!Reader**--------654-------SFW

Summary: All the pet names Viktor has for you, and how he comes up with them.

Tags: Established relationship| Very fluffly| **I put gn bc Reader has no pronouns but Viktor imagines having a family with them so idk (no mention of pregnancy tho)

Taglist: @local-mr-frog

Viktor is very creative—in many ways.

If being an inventor isn’t clue enough about his ingenuity, the endearment terms he thinks of calling you are solid proof of it.

You had to admit it was hard for him, in the beginning, to stop calling you by your first name—the first time Viktor called you "my love" got him blushing so hard you thought he'd had a fever.

But as always, the first time was the harder, and soon enough he’ll just appear at your shared apartment, with the clatter of the keys tossed over the little coffee table in the middle of the living room, his cane thumping steadily with each step he took toward the studio where Viktor knew he’d find you.

While you were scribbling down notes for your work, suddenly, a pair of familiar arms would be tangled around your torso, pulling you against a soft vest that smelled like burned oil and coffee.

Your little gasp always makes him chuckle, moving the hairs around your ears as he tells you the new name he thought on his way home.

One day it would be "my angel", because when he entered, Viktor saw you napping on the couch by the window, the golden sunlight of the afternoon bathing your figure and clothes in a splendorous halo.

Then, days after, he would pass next to the little lake behind the Academy grounds and would see a dove family, with the mother being followed by its babies, the image following him home, perfectly synchronized with the foreseeable future of his own family, with you.

You were back from a traveling business, and Viktor was there at the port, looking all handsome with his black coat enveloping his lithe frame, a childish smile appearing on his pensive face when he caught a glimpse of you descending from the airship.

“My darling,” he said in a gasp, embracing you so tightly you were sure he’d make you a part of him, keeping you safe in his heart. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Your favorite is "my sunflower", not for a logical reason—if there even could be one at all—but because the day he said that to you Viktor appeared with a little bouquet of such flowers he saw from a street vendor as he was walking back to the apartment.

“They reminded me of you, my sunflower,” he muttered, showering your face in light kisses as your hands got entangled in grasping the bouquet.

There are names created specifically for public situations when Viktor doesn’t want to embarrass you in front of your colleagues—like “my darling” or “my dear”.

For those galas when he looked at the other people watching you with a cold gaze, his hand keeping a light touch in your waist, or your hip, or the crook of your elbow.

"My dearest, would you like to dance?" he said in a voice loud enough for the unwanted company to hear, for your cheeks to grow red with a flush while you nodded, hands quickly taking his.

He loves you so much, one name couldn't express it enough. Perhaps a hundred—or a thousand would be more fitting if it is even possible to put into words the vivid, joyful kind of feeling it would bloom within his chest every time he sees you, every time he hears your voice, every time you touch him.

Viktor wanted to remind you every day of how special you make him feel.

Always changing, but all of them keeping the same essence of love, the one he's convinced, it's eternal.

But his favorite has to be "my love" because you are that for him. And your face, turning back from whatever you were doing just to greet him and beam at his loving call would always melt his heart.

And speaking of which; perhaps he should call you “my heart” today.

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bells-of-black-sunday · 11 months

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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog. Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favourite Muse: Danny, Tarhos, Frank, and Aita they're all super easy to write and I get some fun interactions out them. People seem to like them too, so its a win win,

Most Character Development: Probably Danny, Tarhos, Frank, and Julie.

Trash Muse: Jerry, I love him, but he canonically went on a rant about his math "religion" and then almost spiked their ashes at their funeral. (3rd book)

The Meme-Lord: Danny always has really fun interactions especially in modern where he can just be stupid as much as he wants.

Most Likely to Start a War: Tarhos- He did actively start one and then got pulled into the fog during it.

Worst Personality: Yijun, but fuck I love him. He's a snake oil salesmen and him being what he is he literally survives off of attention and the greed he accumulates. He is literally just one of those Instagram models that push fad diet scams, mlms or sigma male audiobooks.

Most Attractive Muse: I think it really depends on a persons taste? But personally for me it's Aita, Luka, Luanne or Yijun, But I also know some people who really like Angel or Pearl too so.

Falls in Love Quickest: Pearl, but he's mostly just into guys with money.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Aita he's the most likely to be drunk in public where that could happen easily.

Ice Ruler: Renata or Luanne they're both women that hold power and will not let even an inch of it go. They're cold and callous.

The Edgelord: FRANK my sweet baby boy who listens to metal and breaks into homes and businesses for fun.

Most Tragic Backstory: I feel like a lot of my d.bd muses have tragic backstories? That's just how the lore tends to go, but Frank if you stop to think about it is tragic. He's a kid whose bene in the foster care all his life passed from home to home and when he finally gets to Ormond his adoptive dad just wants the government money to go get drunk at the bar so he's left by himself.

Best Case of Puberty: Probably Tarhos??? To go from being a broad shouldered lanky kid to looking like a fucking bear is certainly an achievement.

Most Awkward: Susie, she's got anxiety and a lot of it except with her mask on.

Busy Bee: Viktor fucking lives at his lab, he will not stop working even when he should.

Most Clueless: Pearl except most of it is an act, because everyone loves a clueless blonde.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Kazan in modern au, he's a grandpa leave him alone.

Best Dressed: Yijun, he's got big ass fur coats and lots of silks. Gold and fine jewels, he likes to flaunt what he has.

Biggest Flirt: Aita, because it gets him free things. That's it. If it gets him free food or drinks he'll do it.

Most Dramatic: Ji-Woon he's so full of himself even in his own tome, he physically cannot put others above himself. Like content warning for animal death in his tome but like- yeah he literally did that just because a hamster was getting more attention than his flute solo in class.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Tarhos is bare minimum 40 minutes early to everything he has to go to-

One with Weirdest Habit: Anna hums lullabies to herself to pass the time, but it's not that weird.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Tarhos, Frank, or Kazan. Frank just likes to stay in shape, but Tarhos and Kazan are jus- huge.

Tagged by: @misstantabismuses (Thank you!) Tagging: anyone who wants me to idk how many multis follow me-

#ooc #/dash games #under read more for length-

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cactuseri · 2 years

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ok. thoughts on tua s3 that nobody asked for or cared about

• mediocre

• idk i felt like it dragged?? and a lot of it kinda came outta nowhere? it felt all over the place in a way that the other seasons didn’t

• viktor was aleady a fave of mine before but god i loved him this season especially. someone else already said this but his body language changed and he seemed so much more comfortable w himself and i love that. i know his transition was more of a last-minute addition bc the script was written before elliot came out, but i rlly like how everything turned out

• are they???? gonna talk about the SA scene?????? that was so uncomfortable i had to skip it

• i miss short haired goth klaus with eyeliner can we please get that back please im begging. generally i just rlly liked the darker tone of s1

• i know there’d be issues with screen time and tone but damn. the siblings rlly watch each another sibling die and are just like “oh no! anyway” like ???? hello?????

• had no fucking idea what was going on . like im sure thats largely thanks to my ADD, i often zone out when they’re talking about the logistics of the time travel bullshit, but… come on

• the setting of the hotel & the fact that it didn’t change kinda bored me too idk. maybe that contributed to my sense that the plot kinda dragged

• did. did sparrow ben and klaus fuck on that pool table? i have so many questions

• possible pseudo-incest aside, though, they were adorable. that ben was looking for klaus the second he woke up, them cuddling on the wedding night — that’s a dynamic i wish they’d spent more time on

• sloane and luther were cute enough i guess (i wouldnt know, i skipped most of their scenes bc i could not stand them) but im not sure if introducing a bunch of new characters when u already have very many is a good idea? i know it was kinda necessary for the plot and all but. still. like i said i’d rather have seen existing dynamics expanded on, instead of giving us this forced romance plot and expecting us to give a shit. can’t they work with what they have??

• oh five founded the commission? like i said in the tags in another post that was somehow 100% illogical but also predictable

• i wanted diego to do some cool shit like in the end of s2 but. thats too much to ask i guess. i was looking forward to other possible power-ups among the other siblings but aside from allison (sorta) and klaus (sorta — like, the audience already kinda knew he could come back from the dead) that just,, didnt happen. cool. can they at least tell us how ben died. give me Something

• yeah idk i just kinda felt like the writers weren’t even trying anymore

thanks for coming to my TED talk. will probably delete this when i’m sober, good night

#was gonna delete this from my drafts and never let it see the light of day but it’s 4 am and i’m drunk so. post time #tua #tua spoilers #seri.txt

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fallenangelsofthursday · 2 years

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i have many thoughts and questions after tua s3 so heres just a small portion of them

the umbrella academy season 3 spoilers!

ok so we know that reggie let out the marigold after his wife died and we now know that it was so that he could do the reseting of the world thing and bring her back to life, so what im wondering is what stopped him from doing so in the original timeline and how exactly did he know the world was going to end in the original timeline? was he so disappointed in the brellies/so scared of viktor and his power that he decided that breaking the brellies down and apart was a better decision than trying to get his wife back or had this version of him just not thought of doing that yet? we know there was a hotel obsidian in the og tl bc of klaus and its very likely that there was also a hotel oblivion connected to it as well, so why did he never train the brellies to try to go in there like he tried to train the sparrows? did he just not think they were strong enough to do it? did the whole apocalypse thing just put a block in his plans? did he try to train them for it while hiding his intentions under the guise of the training being for stopping the end of the world or were his intentions actually different between timelines? can we even assume that reggie’s original plan in the original timeline was the exact same as that of the reggie’s in the new timeline? new reggie knew that the brellies were coming and seemed to belatedly build his plan around the assumption/hope that he’d be able to use the brellies as the power source for the machine in oblivion, but was that og reggie’s plan too and was it just derailed by Five disappearing and Ben dying and therefore he just abandoned it? or maybe he was only actually focused on the end of the world in the og timeline because it had viktor in it who would end the world and since the sparrow’s timeline didnt have viktor and therefore no catalyst for the apocalypse/no apocalypse at all, he able to focus on his real plans for it all? did og tl reggie have reseting the world in his sights the whole time? i think he mightve until he realized the roadblocks that the brellies posed and created over the years and he couldntve even done it after five disappeared unless he found another kid with powers so idk

a LOT more questions from me in the tags

#this is literally just rambling aimlessly #but this is why we need more seasons we need to see what the hell is going to happen next #they have a LOT of questions they still need to answer and i rlly hope they do #i will be very frustrated if they just leave a bunch of things unknown in the end #like why was the last swede joining klaus’s cult important #what even happened to klaus’s cult #what happened to dave? did he still die or did he survive or what #how did the rest of ray’s life go #how did they get those mugshots and pictures of the brellies in the historu book #did they personally pose for the mugshots #why was five wearing some fancy suit in his picture #how in the world was christopher born #was christopher’s mom a slighty bigger metal cube or a refrigerator?#why couldnt klaus see the ghosts of the sparrows that died?#why didnt klaus seem to see any ghosts following the sparrows?#HOW DID BEN DIE #WHAT IS THE JENNIFER INCIDENT #also how did sparrow ben get demoted from number one twice #lol loser (/j)#where did ben’s scar come from #where did diego’s scar come from #why was robot grace there in the sparrow’s world if none of them had world ending/various nanny killing powers like viktor did?#was grace only malfunctioning like that bc pogo wasnt there to repair her?#what was in those drugs that they were giving reggie and where did pogo get them #did pogo have them in the original timeline too? why did he never give them to brellies?#did pogo not think reggie was grooming the brellies to die like he obviously thought reggie was doing to the sparrows?#also why is the sparrow’s mansion so much more like modern than the brellies’ was?#where was all the wood and the staircases and whatever #tua season 3 spoilers #the umbrella academy

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