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âYou look stressed cousin.â Lyra offered unhelpfully, bouncing into place next to her cousin. It hadnât escaped her notice that they had ushered out the youngest of the Sanderson children. Lyra bounced over to Pyxisâ side wanting to look at what they were doing. âAunt Winnie had said she wants us to collect the ingredients the book asks for to start the ritual soon.â
There was a singsong quality to her tones, Lyra loved singing but unless there was a ritual, her aunt wouldnât let her sing, so the blonde was very excited by the revelation of her aunt and coven leader. From the corner of her eyes, Lyra could see the book looking at them and she squeaked excitedly.
âCome cousin, letâs collect the ingredients now!â The quicker it was all done, the happier their aunt would be and the more productive the household. The aunt was always a sourpus when she felt old.
Pyxis couldnât quite hold back their sigh when Lyra bounded over to their side. It wasnât that they disliked the blonde; on the contrary, Pyxis often couldnât pick between Lyra or Orion as their favourite cousin, but she was certainly the louder of the pair and all the dark-haired witch wanted was a little quiet for ten minutes. The blonde was right though. Aunt Winnie was a witch in more ways than one, and if things werenât done how she wanted and when she wanted, there would be far more than hell to pay.
âI have children to keep an eye on, of course Iâm stressed,â Pyxis replied, brushing their hair out of their face. Despite their attitude, they were pleased to hear Lyra so happy. It wasnât often the girl got to sing, and she did have such a lovely voice. Perfect for snatching away the key ingredient for their mother and auntâs youth. They glanced at their younger siblings and cousins, reaching out with their magic to scout the area. No intruders, if the wards were to be believed.
âFine,â they agreed, pushing themselves to their feet. âGrab the baskets and the shears and weâll head out, but not far. I need to stay close by.â
#muse: pyxis sanderson#accompanied by: lyra sanderson#verse: ouat au#this is a: queue tag#islecaptain
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âNoâ today Pixiedust.â
Harriet rolled her eyes as she heard the faeâs voice, and truth be told, Harriet loved messing with the purple haired fairy, but she like it when Maleficent was around to see how much Mal was failing to rile her up. She shifted to looked in the otherâs direction, a bored look on her face. âIf yer lookinâ for Harry to bug, heâs at Ursulaâs slop shop.â
The eldest Hook was more than sure that Mal was here to bug her, but still it was nice (pleasant? Ish? Maybe?) to offer an easier to rile up Hook for Malâs displeasure. It was a dull day on the isle anyway, CJ was off with Freddie somewhere - hopefully causing someone to cry somewhere; Harry with with his crew; her pa was already at one of Oogieâs poker games. Harriet was left in charge of her papaâs bait shack, dull when the easiest bait was shoving someone straight into the water. âYer in luck though, Iâm bored and in need of some entertainment. So give it yer best shot sharkbait.â
The Hooks could be so boring. They were all suspicious souls, which on the Isle wasnât an uncommon personality trait, but the worst part was that they just werenât scared of her. She had a reputation among enough of the kids her age that she half expected something out of most people, and yet the Hook children...
It probably said a lot about their parenting, if nothing else.
Mal pursed her lips into a pout, walking into the bait shop with an idle gait, glancing at the admittedly disgusting wares. Then again, most things on the Isle were somewhat gross. âWhy would I be looking for Harry?â she asked, rolling her eyes. Admittedly he was far easier to coerce into a fight, but it meant dealing with Shrimpy and the rest of her slowly growing gang, and it was just too much effort when someone else was here already.
âYouâre always such a suspicious bottom feeder,â the purple haired fae laughed, fingers tapping along broken boxes. âI know itâs hard for you to believe, but maybe Iâm really just here to buy something.â The girl pulled out her purse, jingling with items worth trading for on the Isle, before pointedly putting it back slowly. Bait indeed. One step too close and Mal would have her. âCome on, seaweed, what have you got for me?â
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Was he talking to her? Surely not.
The pirate looked over her shoulder as she stepped out the car, waving to the driver who put the partition back up. Apparently Auradon folk took offence when you told them they drive like Madam Mim. Who knew? But her attention drifted back to the King in front of her. Apparently he was talking to her. Why?
âWould have rather sailed than drove.â
Harriet didnât even want to be here, but her pa had been clear. Accept the invitation. Go to Auradon. Find the green pixie. Get her dust. Then they could all go home to Neverland. The choice was either her or Calista and Ettie was all about sparing her sister from the horrors of the pastel and unicorn land. She was still young, they might convince CJ that she was better off without her big sister.
Plus her pa had told her that she was the first wave and that if she failed, he had two back up plans. Thanks pa. âEcstatic to be here Beastlet.â
One person stepped out of the car. One girl, and that was... It was deflating, if Ben was honest. Heâd sent a lot of invitations, trying to make them personalised, trying to put his best foot forward. Then again, there were going to be multiple pick ups. Perhaps they wouldnât get a flood, but a slow, steady trickle might work out better. Still, with the help of his friends, he was already pretty certain he knew who this was - Harriet Hook. Thanks to Mal and Evie, heâd been able to get a few pictures of what they might look like, and Ben being Ben, heâd memorised them all.
âIâll try and find out if thatâs something that can be arranged for anyone else,â he replied, a bit startled by the comment. She... she seemed a little bit like Mal. Skeptical. Sarcastic. Ben laughed softly, only raising an eyebrow at the nickname. That was a new one. âIâm still getting the hang of this welcoming people thing, Iâm sorry. I just really wanted to be the first person to welcome you to Auradon. Make sure you know that if you need anything, Iâm here, and so I can introduce you to who you need to know if Iâm not around.âÂ
Ben held his hand out, smile still on his face. âHarriet Hook, if Iâm not mistaken? I'm Ben.â
#accompanied by: harriet jones#muse: ben florian#islecaptain#verse: descendants [ the first wave ]#this is a: queue tag
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choose your fighter: Hargreeves brothers edition
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CJ sniggered lightly as she caught the hidden startle from the first mate of her mismatched crew, she could see that he tried to hide that she made him jump but she was used to noticing the emotions and actions of men around her. With her head tilted in curiosity, she watched him closely to see if he was okay, her sister enjoyed having him around and she didnât want anything to happen that made him disappear.
The blonde hummed under her breath as she relaxed against the railing and stared out at the barrier that kept them trapped and away from the sea that many of them loved and wished to be set free upon. It was harsh and brutal that the King kept the innocent children locked away in the garbage because he had no forethought about his actions; she just wanted to go on an adventure, not be trapped away. âMaybe it took up too magic to make? so they did it at a point where they only needed to do it once?â
âJust wondering if you were okay, piracy doesnât seem like something you were born intoâ
Anthony made a noise of affirmation at CJâs analysis of the situation. Perhaps. It wasnât like he knew enough about magic to make an educated guess; not for a lack of trying, either. Heâd been one of the more studious kids at Dragon Hall, actually attending his lessons at the behest of his mother, and heâd read all he could about magic while finding nothing to help explain it all. Heâd considered trying to ask a few of the magically-born kids about it too, but that required making friends and... well, this was the Isle of the Lost. Friendship was weakness and he had no intention of becoming fish bait.
âMaybe,â he agreed, watching the dull glow of the barrier as clouds seemed to pass through it. Water could. Air clearly could. Ships at designated points and times, likely with their own magic coded into the barrier itself to allow safe passage in and out... There had to be a way off this shithole. He just had to figure it out.
Anthony scoffed at her final words. Of course he wasnât born to be a pirate. âIâm meant to be a lord.â It was a particular sticking point for his mother and for most of her children; Anastasia Tremaine had been on her way to making amends with her stepsister when sheâd been cast off to the Isle. They shouldnât have been there; then again, if Anastasia hadnât come across, Anthony wouldnât have been born. Small mercies, he supposed. âMy mother and grandmother are furious whenever I come down here, but itâs better than being roped into helping out at Grandmotherâs salon.â
#muse: anthony tremaine#accompanied by: callista jane jones#verse: descendants#fatesdesign#this is a: queue tag
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@batserus | continued from here
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âYeah. I think weâre done for tonight. â She said, with a small sigh. âOr at least I hope.â
For a moment, she stood quiet and contemplated the sunrise. âGotham has always been a city for the night owls. Itâs when the dark of the night takes over that everyone is awake and ready for some trouble.â
She took a quick stretch and changed to a more relaxed position. âThis view makes spending the night running around worth it though.â
Tim grinned at the amendment to her statement. That was often how it went - it seemed something was over and boom, bam, aliens invading from another dimension or another universal crisis was happening, or there was a cat stuck in a tree. "That was very poetic. Have you been hitting the angsty poetry or do you just need caffeine?" he teased from his perch, looking up at the blonde.
"Yeah," he agreed, gaze turning back to the struggling sunlight. It was good, when it was like this. The city almost seemed safe enough to be around, even if he knew far better. "Are you heading straight home after, or are you hanging around?" he asked, curious. He always hoped Steph was intending to spend a little more time, but it was- no, he wasn't even checking the time. It was early and she probably had enough to do.
#muse: tim drake#accompanied by: stephanie brown#// sweeeeeet. i love their interactions although tim is currently being a butt so idk#this is a: queue tag#batserus
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to do update [17/03]
replies: 12 [inc. starters]
muse page: everything
icons to make: diego hargreeves / ben florian / carlos de vil
regrets to have: giving carlos the cursed name diego elsewhere, iâm confusing myself
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RPC MASTERLIST FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY !
Upon the release of the Netflix show, weâve noticed a big wave of new roleplay blogs pertaining to the TUA universe!  While the community is quite small, it is rapidly growing, so we thought weâd create an easy way to find each other.
SO, HOW DOES IT WORK? Â
Pretty simply! If youâre a blog set in/associated with The Umbrella Academy, all you have to do is reblog this post and tag it with whether youâre a canon or original character, and their name. If you are a multimuse or are a blog that just has a specific TUA verse, specify that as well,
Once youâre done, you will be added to the blogroll, which can be found here. If it has been over seventy-two hours and you have yet to see your name added to the list, feel free to nudge us in our inbox.
#canon: diego hargreeves#i am a multimuse tho#and a couple of my characters are going to have tua verses pretty quickly#so uh. let's do the thing idk
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at the following links you can find sorted screencaps for the hargreeves siblings in episode 10 ( the white violin ) of the umbrella academy. please like or reblog if using.
allison hargreeves
ben hargreeves
diego hargreeves
five
klaus hargreeves
luther hargreeves
vanya hargreeves
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  â â â â â   âWE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS.â
âHow much do you want for it?â
âShow me where the safe is, or your familyâs dead!â
âJust leave us alone!â
âHey, you, stay strong, I believe in you.â
âYour family is safe now.â
âWhen was the last time you saw your father?â
âWill you wear Valentino to the funeral?â
âWhat is she doing here?â
âYou donât belong here, especially after what you did.â
âYouâre seriously gonna do this today?â
âNo forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary.â
âWhatâs the secret, huh? Protein shakes?â
âI broke into the coronerâs office.â
âItâs just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house.â
âYou should leave.â
âHow long has it been since [name] disappeared?â
âWhat are you doing in here?â
âAre you just out of rehab?â
âHeâs dead! Yay!â
âThank Christ heâs not our real father so we couldnât inherit those cold, dead eyes.â
âSave the lecture, I was already leaving.â
âEx-squeeze me?â
âNo need to get your little panties in a bunch.â
âYou know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting.â
â[Name] filed for divorce eight months ago.â
âYeah, I donât do that anymore.â
âI made a wish, and it came true, and I couldnât take it back.â
âCucumber sandwiches are always a winner.â
âIs that my skirt?â
âItâs a little dated, I know, but itâs very breathey on the bits.â
âThere are still some important things we need to discuss, alright?â
âOh, quelle suprise!â
âHe sounded on edge, told me I should be careful who to trust.â
âHe was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.â
âIâm not in the right frame of mind.â
âYouâre high?â
âSober up, this is important.â
âHow could you think that?â
âSorry, Iâm just gonna go murder Mom, Iâll be right back.â
âEternal peace is probably overrated.â
âYou always were a stubborn bastard!â
âI donât know about you, but I need a drink.â
âI vote we run, c'mon!â
âThe future is shit, by the way.â
âNice to see nothingâs changed.â
âThatâs it? Thatâs all you have to say?â
âWell, there are worse things that could happen.â
âYou should stop talking now.â
âAn entire square block, forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, but not one single drop of coffee.â
âI feel like we should try and stop him, but then again, I also just kinda wanna see what happens.â
âAlright, guess Iâll see you guys in, what, ten years?â
âI hope that turns out better than your marriage did.â
âI donât remember this place being such a shithole.â
âUsed to sneak out with my brothers and sisters, and eat doughnuts till we puked.â
âLetâs be professional about this, yeah?â
âI hate to rush you through any kind of brooding moment you might be having, but come on, man, weâre starving!â
âWe have decided on, drumrollâŚ. waffles!â
âYou should have locks on your windows.â
âIs that blood?â
âIâve decided youâre the only one I can trust.â
âThe world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.â
âIâll put on a pot of coffee.â
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Reblog if youâre an active DC roleplayer looking for more connections.
Recently restarted my rp blog and Iâm having a hard time finding people to rp with. People that rp in Batman or any DC verse (comics, animated, games, movies or AU) please give this post a reblog. No private rp blogs, Iâm looking for people who are open to making new rp friends.
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â love is never a weakness â (Sephe&Carlos)
âNot according to Malâs mom,â was Carlosâs reply to that, even as he laid himself down on one of the floorboards in the restaurant. It was closed and Persephone had kindly given him the opportunity to hide behind closed doors again that night. He wasnât someone to look a gift horse in the mouth and had accepted immediately. His own mother didnât speak of love - the only thing she cared about was her furs and the possibility of obtaining more, which was why he was planning on heading to the docks for the morning barges. Perhaps a scrap or two of some kind of fur, which was increasingly rare, would go towards softening her temper.
âIf you listen to her, caring about someone else is the biggest nope of them all. But I think thatâs mostly because she doesnât want to hear about the rest of us.â Truly, the worst thing Mal had ever done - gained friends instead of minions. Carlos, for his part, was quite happy to be either. Being around other people meant he was less likely to get picked on, especially when one of those people was the daughter of the Biggest Bad That Ever Was. The freckled boy looked to Persephone, head tilted. âI mean, you wouldnât be on the Isle if it wasnât for the fact you loved Hades, right?â
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â iâm not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed â (Lyra&Pyxis)
âIs that because you put them there?â Pyxis teased their cousin, raising an eyebrow as they flopped on said bed with a soft sigh. It wasnât often that they visited their original home, or at least not as often as they should have, but Pyxis was always glad when they did. That Lyra was the only one home wasnât a bad thing either; Pyxis had two favoured cousins, and either one of them would have been preferable even to their own mother. They needed time to re-acclimate before the hoard descended around their ears once again.
Pyxis dropped their head over the side, black hair draping on floorboards as the witch peered under the borrowed bed. âJust what are you keeping under here anyway, dear cousin?â they asked with a teasing tone, glancing at the various items underneath. Knowing Lyra, a creature was entirely possible.
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â did it really happen if i canât remember it ? â (Ettie&Ant)
Anthony blinked at the question, the phrase running through his head as he pondered it. Did it really happen if she didnât remember it? He remembered it clearly, but then again, they lived in a magical world. It was entirely possible it was a false memory for him and it had never happened at all. Still, he was rather positive that he hadnât imagined the sudden shove, the fall into the water. He hadnât imagined the shock of cold, the pain of impact, the ache in his ribs for weeks to come after.
He hadnât imagined how heâd been pretty positive in that moment that he was going to marry that pirate, either.
âI guess that depends on if you want it to have happened,â he replied, shrugging gently, grass brushing against his ear as he turned to look at Harriet. âAlthough it definitely happened. I had bruises level of happened.â He frowned slightly at the thought. âYou donât remember that? At all?â
#islecaptain#accompanied by: harriet jones#muse: anthony tremaine#verse: i will always find you [ feat. ant and ettie ]
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Any dc character will do~
Tim Red Robin landed softly on the rooftop, pushing himself to his feet as he approached the blonde ahead of him, a small, tired smile on his face as the fog-hidden glow of dawn attempted to breach the Gotham landscape. This was one of the perks of the job, no doubt. Sure, it wasnât the glowing sunrise he got to see at Titans Tower, and it wasnât the humbling awe one got from space, but Gotham was its own beast, and beautiful in its own way.
âEverything good?â he asked as he reached her side, settling down on the building edge. They could rest for a minute or two before they had to pick back up; it had been a surprisingly quiet night in the city and he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Better to catch a breather now.
#batserus#muse: tim drake#accompanied by: stephanie brown#// i hope this is okay? i wasn't sure but like. it's steph. i have to launch tim at her or i'd regret it
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â some names will always be cursed â (Ettie&Nael)
âYeah,â he breathed softly as Neal looked down at the glass in his hand, tilting it backwards to watch the last drop of rum run back down before settling in the bottom. He could agree with that. It seemed his own wasnât particularly fortunate; Baelfire had been the one to go through so much trouble, first to the Darlings, then to Neverland and back into the Land Without Magic. Neal had done just fine; it was Baelfire who had his father track him down and now, here he was, stuck in the Enchanted Forest with his son in a completely different world because of who he had been. A name heâd shed a long time ago.
He looked over to the girl he considered his sister and nudged her arm. âYou trying to say itâs my fault weâre back here, are you?â he teased, trying to find the light side. He didnât like how heavy this conversation was, not two days after theyâd returned to the Enchanted Forest. He knew Harriet was probably itching to leave for the sea, and he wasnât sure why she was staying with him when her father was already clearly heading on out. ââCause I havenât been Baelfire in a long time, Ettie. Iâd almost forgotten it until Emma showed up at my door.â
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/ is alive and replying to memes and then threads because otherwise iâll take another year to reply to my inbox because this is me apparently.
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