#debating how ambitious i wanna be

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Wip 🫠

[aclowntiny]

Hiiii!!! First I wanna say how much I really like your work! Also, I stumbled upon our Seventeen and Enhypen as Hogwarts students, but saw you didn’t have it for Stray Kids 😭 I know they’ve mentioned in 2019 what house they think they are, but you seem to have a much better understanding of the houses and I’m very curious to see what you would think their houses would be.

I was wondering if I could request a similar sort of headcannon for them 🥹 Thank you!

Heck yeah! Can't believe I didn't do this sooner tbh but I love this so here we are 😌 I agree, not necessarily that I'm the best at the job, lol, but that people just go for very generic ideas of the houses (Gryffindor is cool, Slytherin is evil, Hufflepuff is nice/silly, Ravenclaw is smart) rather than the true reflection of where they'd be hehe! Like Ravenclaw is actually also known for being artistic and eccentric, Slytherin for strong determination, Hufflepuff for acceptance and breaking tradition, Gryffindor for being the other self-sacrificing house. So sometimes people just say "I'm a Gryffindor because I'm a good guy!!!" anyway rant over here's the actual content we want🤣

🏰 Stray Kids as Hogwarts Students🔮

Bang Chan

☆ Some kids got sorted instantly, but with one Christopher Bang the Hat took longer. Muttered to itself a lot as it waffled between his qualities, dubbing him hardworking and courageous and ambitious and loving. He couldn't help but flush under the hat's words, almost not hearing when its voice finally bellowed "Gryffindor!”

☆ Being Pure-Blood was only ever a phrase on a family tree for Chris. Who one’s ancestors were, what they looked like, or how much money they had said nothing for their value- only their choices and character did that.

☆ It’s only a formal class for one year, but he adores Flying. The feeling of freedom and getting to have some time outside is heaven for him. Defense Against the Dark Arts is another favorite for the similar reason of being able to get active and challenge himself, even literally facing his fears.

☆ Astronomy is very cool to him, but he finds having to fill in the same charts week after week a bit repetitive and not the best use of his time, frankly.

☆ Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain! He plays Keeper, working with great patience and synergy with the rest of the team to keep the goals clear.

☆ Blessed is the only word Chris can think of when he realizes how many happy memories he can pull from- not everyone can say that. As the word comes to mind, his wand lights up, producing a shining silver wolf standing majestically, protectively, before him.

Lee Know

☆ "You're an interesting one," came the Hat's comment upon touching Minho's head, "you've certainly got your priorities...whatever those are. A unique mind for sure. Better be Ravenclaw!" Some of Minho's friends had teased him as a Slytherin, so he was a bit surprised. Not that he would let his house define him entirely.

☆ He hates the reputation and unnecessary pressure that comes with being a Pure-Blood. It’s stupid and not worth debating in Minho’s mind. The only benefit is just the resources and opportunities he might get, and it’s tempting to turn those down on principle. Money and status don’t matter to him at all and there’s a part of him that wants to ‘sully the bloodline’ just for the hell of it! Luckily his parents don’t care either.

☆ Potions whiz. One of the few who actually get it and enjoy the calm, precise art and its beautiful results and wants to go N.E.W.T. with it. He’s also great at Care of Magical Creatures, naturally focused on the well-being of animals and other living things over his own excitement or whims.

☆ Having a fear of heights, Flying is not it for him. No thanks. He passes, but barely, and in his mind it’s not a skill he plans to use.

☆ Naturally, Minho opts out of Quidditch signups, but instead joins the Gobstones club because he thinks spraying the losers with stone juice is funny. Also gets invited to the Slug Club for his Potions skills and influence.

☆ No one is surprised when Minho closes his eyes, focuses, and boom! Produces a little glowing cat bursting from his wand with a few swipes of its paw to groom its nonexistent striped fur.

Changbin

☆ "Quite a softie underneath it all, eh?" Beneath the weight of the tattered Hat, Changbin strikes a bit of a pose. "Got a lot of ambition, but you've also got a lot of...that. Hmmm..." The Hat muses for a few more moments. "At the end of the day, this one’s a Slytherin!” Pride flows through Changbin’s veins- he doesn’t care for the reputation of producing dark wizards, the potential snobbery. All he cares about is showing his ambition to be the best if he puts his mind to it.

☆ He’s a Half-Blood, but both of his parents are wizards so his familiarity is much more with the Wizarding World. He wants to understand Muggles better to connect with them, too, as well as Muggleborns.

☆ Taking Muggle Studies helps with this and learning about another culture is quite fascinating to him- technology especially is amazing, like that’s what people do instead of magic? Wires of captured lightning? Sounds pretty magical to Changbin. He gets into tinkering with technology because of this. Another class he enjoys is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Changbin loves feeling ready to protect himself and others, so that’s the class he spends the most time practicing and taking notes in. He always thinks of his friends and his sister as he does so.

☆ History of Magic is boring, though, Changbin wants to cast some spells! At the end of the day, where certain spells come from don’t matter to him as long as he can use them. However, the idea of showing up in a ‘great wizards’ history highlight one day is appealing to him…

☆ His strength comes in handy serving as one of Slytherin’s two Beaters. The other teams are lowkey afraid of the Bludgers Changbin sends their way because they know how hard he hits!

☆ Bets are flying on what his Patronus animal would be, a pig or a rabbit. Pig is the most popular choice, mostly in jest, but shushing them all Changbin focuses all the great joy he’s expressing…and out leaps a rabbit! Not just any rabbit, though, but the massive, fluffy form of a Flemish giant rabbit that has everyone laughing and Changbin grinning, reaching out to it.

Hyunjin

☆ Nearly the second the Sorting Hat rests atop his head, it's shouting 'Ravenclaw!' Hyunjin himself can't be surprised, really, not when he's heard talk of the great artists in that house. In fact, pride glows in his chest as he joins his table that the Hat could see that in him.

☆ The Hwangs are an old wizarding family. Hyunjin has a lot of opportunities because of this, but fights against the idea that he could be any better than anyone else because of a name. Rather, he is often seen lifting up Muggleborn classmates and highlighting struggled of other magical people.

☆ Ancient Runes comes naturally to Hyunjin, something about his eye for detail, symbols, and decoding. Language is an area of interest for him so that class is like a beautiful puzzle. Astronomy grants Hyunjin so much art inspiration as well as time to relax and appreciate the gifts of nature and their inherent magic.

☆ There's no one class he hates, but like a lot of students Hyunjin has a harder time focusing on all the information getting dumped on him in History of Magic.

☆ Hyunjin’s extracurriculars include the Muggle Art club where he hones his painting skills and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, where he plays as the team’s Seeker.

☆ Expectations fly as everyone wonders what the next Hwang’s Patronus will be. Will he get a stag, the majestic animal associated with famous wizards? An eagle, symbolizing his house? Not at all, in fact what Hyunjin summons is a beautiful, delicate silver dove that lights upon his shoulder.

Han

☆ “Don’t be so shy, kid, you’ve got heart.” “Really? Thanks bro.” “Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,” the Hat chuckles, “this one’s a Hufflepuff!” Jisung’s eyes go wide. He wasn’t expecting to get Hufflepuff, but if the hat says so, well, who is he to fight it? It’s nice getting the kindest house, too- maybe he’ll make a lot of friends.

☆ As a Half-Blood, the heavy weight of prejudice never really fell on Jisung. Half-Bloods tended to fall between the cracks as having already been sullied, just middle ground. As he witnesses bullying more and more, though, his passion grows to somehow help others and remind people that nobody can help who their ancestors married.

☆ Charms are quick, snappy, spur-of-the-moment but effective in a pinch, and Jisung likes that. It's fun and he can cast charms as quickly as he cracks a joke or comeback! Ancient Runes brings him a lot of inspiration from history and other languages that he loves to bring to his songwriting.

☆ Flying, thank goodness, isn't enforced every year! It scares him, frankly, and he'd much rather stay on the ground where he belongs.

☆ Because flying isn’t his favorite, no way in hell is he doing it with giant leather and metal things trying to smash him. Nope. However he’ll happily watch and commentate, hence him taking the mic and giving very entertaining descriptions of everything that happens. He’s also in the Frog Choir, always trying to get them to perform one of his compositions.

☆ Jokes around that he’s going to get a massive Patronus animal like a bear or a lion, but once he sees the embodiment of his joy skipping from his wand as a little quokka, he can’t even be embarrassed, just smile!

Felix

☆ "Well, you're just a delight, aren't you?" Felix couldn't tell if the Hat was being sarcastic, but still he chose to respond in kind. "I try!" At that, the Sorting Hat chuckled. "Yes, this one's a Hufflepuff for sure!" His sister had told him as much, but Felix couldn't complain- he liked the idea of being a Hufflepuff!

☆ Felix is a Muggleborn, so he takes in every step of starting school with wonder…though it is a bit overwhelming feeling like everyone’s speaking another language sometimes. But then again, magic candy! Brewing potions!

☆ Absolute wonder at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Felix is so gentle and good with every living thing, they practically request he be the one to handle them and that makes his heart burst with joy and honor! He also loves Potions, thinking the idea is so classic and cool, plus despite what most students say it’s kind of relaxing to him.

☆ Transfiguration dropped lower on his list when they started using living subjects. Sure, the idea that anyone and anything can grow and change and exist in many forms is really inspiring, but those poor mice and birds!

☆ Slug Club inductee part two! Even though he’s a Muggleborn with no direct influence, Felix is such a good student and avid potioneer that he’s a shoo-in. He also plays Quidditch as Hufflepuff’s Seeker.

☆ Felix isn’t sure what animal he’ll get, but he certainly isn’t expecting multiple! The entire class is shocked when a whole brood of chicks tumbles forth from his wand, eliciting shock and charmed coos alike.

Seungmin

☆ "This one's a bit of a surprise now," the Hat commented upon being set atop Seungmin's head. Seungmin couldn't help wondering what that meant and if it was bad, how to prove the Hat wrong. "No, lad, all you just did was prove my point. Looks can be deceiving, after all. Slytherin!" He wasn't sure what he expected, but that might not have been it. Sort of made sense, though- he could have fun with that!

☆ He can’t help wondering if the Hat chose as it did because he’s a Pure-Blood, taking Salazar’s old favors into account. Then again, he did just throw a cheating Gryffindor under the bus in class…

☆ Thinking logically is no trouble for Seungmin, so Arithmancy isn’t a bad choice for him. Connecting relationships between numbers and their power just makes sense to him- eight is his lucky number, after all. He also frequents the Potions dungeon, but that’s mostly just to brew the photo solution that grants his personal art projects motion!

☆ Defense Against the Dark Arts is a fun and active class, but it's boisterous and people take the duels too far sometimes.

☆ Frankly, he didn’t have time to join the Quidditch team due to his other extracurriculars, being an avid Frog Choir singer and the Hogwarts paper’s photographer.

☆ Everyone is sure the student everyone sees as a puppy will get a dog for his Patronus. Imagine their surprise when he casts a tanuki! Cute and cunning, no one can deny it matches him perfectly in the end.

I.N

☆ He forgot the Hat could read his thoughts. “So you want a house where you can show your talents and look out for people, huh?” Flushing, Jeongin just nods with a faint, bashful smile. “Well, better be Gryffindor, then!” He’s surprised, thinking maybe he’d have gotten Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff- he isn’t particularly brave, is he? “Trust me, kid, you’ll find your way,” the Hat promises, and do its eyelike folds wink?

☆ As a Half-Blood, he has knowledge of the Wizarding World, but also life outside of magic. Having one Muggle parent means one person getting yanked into the world of wonder, after all! Jeongin is proud to understand both sides of his world and guide his friends on how Muggles really live.

☆ Details don’t escape Jeongin, so he loves drawing star charts for Astronomy. Transfiguration is another favorite of his for similar reasons: he enjoys the focus, the idea that he can reshape objects into something greater or something new. It feels symbolic, poetic.

☆ Potions stresses him out because it's so easy to burn things or measure wrong; even if little details usually fascinate him, he can be a bit clumsy with the required finesse.

☆ Joins the wizard chess club, art club, and plays Quidditch- what can’t our baby bread do? Jeongin becomes Gryffindor’s Seeker, one especially known for turning the tides of the game for his team completely!

☆ He can barely contain his excitement that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts when it comes time to cast Patronus charms! He wonders if his animal will look like him and he certainly gets his wish when a charming little desert fox pops forth.

[ego-meliorem-esse]

wait. What about hating Ivan? Do they have Ivan? Do you hate him? I do aprove french hatred though

It too me a while to figure out how to answer how I feel about Ivan. I'm gonna answer this by diving into Alfreds feelings about Ivan. It' definitely not hatered Alfred feels. Granted I hc that Alfred is not really good at hating or holding long term grudges against anyone. This is absolute projection on my part tho, since it takes around 30 minutes for any fort of strong negative feelings towards anyone to pass for me. Alfred is similar in that regard, though for different reasons (cough cough attention span of a goldfish).

As for Ivan, he can hold Alfreds attention and interest far longer than any other personification can. Ivan never treated Alfred as a dumb kid or a "young and ambitious startup". There was never any "Interesting idea boy, you'll grow out of it." sentiment from Ivan. Ivan may insult him left right and center on any topic of his choosing, but it's never demeaning and dissmisive towards Alfred as a person. And more often than not it's a debate on equal grounds. I suppose there is an aspect of mutual respect. A respect Alfred had to earn from the older nations by stomping on every single on of them. Yes Ivan certainly thinks Alfred is idealistic and even idiotic at times, but he isn't implying it in a dissmisive sense, but a dangerous one.

One could even say he was charmed by the idiot yank.

Arthur is definitely more intimidated by Ivan than Alfred is. Whereas Alfred sees "danger" and belly flops into it, Arthur calmly gathers his belongings and fucks right off out of the situation (at least after his empire days). Needless to say Arthur is not in agreement with Ivan most of the time. He knows what a nation would do to get on top and while ha can somewhat influence Alfred to not leave chaos and gore after him, Ivan is unpredictable and therefore scary. And that's exactly why Alfred is in fascinated, even captivated by his Cold War rival.

But no, I do not hate the character of Ivan. He is complex, interesting and needs developing on my part (maybe if ppl r interested but idk don't wanna force a character on my blog if ppl aren't interested)

François though, owes me hard cash. Financial compensation if you will.

Anyway here's a quick coffeeshop/kafić sketch since idk what to do with it

[leidensygdom]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

ohhhh plenny of times

It happens less and less as you build up confidence, and nowadays I'm at the point there, if I wanna draw something that feels out of my skill level, I try to sit down and figure out why, even do some study sketches and so if needed. But I still may decide to not do a certain drawing and pick something simpler, specially if I'm on a time constraint or I'm low energy

Right now I'm actually debating myself on how to draw something- I wanna do a specific scene from our DnD game, but it is a bit too ambitious for my current anatomy knowledge. I may pick one of these options:

Make relevant studies and try to make up for it that way

Ask someone who is more skilled at this for advice

Just draw it in a different way, closer to my comfort zone

And all of them are okay options! Third one would keep me from experimenting, but maybe I'll put that energy towards a drawing I care less about.

But yeah, I think this is something that gets a bit easier to handle as you feel more confident in your art

[teshief]

BUCKLE UP its time for me to ramble a ton

1. HEAVEN DESIGN!! WHAT A NIGHTMARE!

just kidding but also, we know nothing about heaven. the only thing we know is that the Vulcan is made from heaven parts, but only a little bit. same with the RRH. i took that idea and ran!

overall: stained glass windows, bricks and marble, and general church-looking aesthetics are what inspired all of heaven.

theres several locations in the comic though! the library is probably the easiest, it’s just a huge library. unfortunately we dont get to see most of it, but paz and judge arent really supposed to be there. not that theyre not allowed, just that the work there is usually done by other angels. think of it like the heaven equivalent of heirophants, who do the Hell bookkeeping. there’s the temple of law, full of all law knowledge. heaven has the same!

the THRONE ROOM. its pretty big, but also not that big. it has to be huge because the All has to fit in there, but thats also a setting that isnt explored too much (yet :3). the room is entirely designed to be focused on the All- the throne is right in the middle, down a long corridor that points straight to it. there’s a skylight directly above the throne, and behind it are rows of angels singing in praise. everything in that room is supposed to draw your eye to the All. its a little self-obsessed.

the indoor pond (and the area surrounding it) are very different. very little time passes between the throne room and paz getting to the indoor pond (maybe 15 minutes or so?) but everything is dark! thats cause the pond (im gonna keep calling it that cause i have no name for this area of heaven?) actually takes place in a different uh... heaven realm? theres different Hells, but collectively, theyre all hell. there’s different Heavens, but theyre part of heaven! this part of heaven is a perpetual nighttime, but the ground glows. the atmosphere is like being on the edge between earth and space- the sky is dark, the stars are very visible, the air is thin. the ground glows because without that, it would be completely dark other than the stars. the building itself is just an indoor pond, which paz really enjoys. if hes not busy, hes usually just hanging out in there, which is why judge knew exactly where to go when she left the throne room. they hang out in there a lot to talk shit on heaven

the sky bridge / cathedral city? that the recent pages showed- the most ambitious background ive probably ever done??- is probably the most populated heaven. its like... main street? theres tons of churches, cathedrals, whatever you wanna call em. this is where the all’s self-obsession is on full display. if you look closely, a lot of the designs resemble the all, usually the giant eye. even the pond has that design:

but overall, its kind of a comfy heaven. there are tons of bridges that lead to wherever you need to go- again, like a main street kinda thing. the bridges have NO RAILS OR SECURITY because angels can just hover so theyre not in danger. unknown should Not have been up there.

there is one more location we’ll visit before the comic is over, but... ah, youll see :3

2. JUDGE’S NAME

have you ever watched kill bill? you know how they censored the main characters name like, almost the entire time?

i battled with this question for like A While. throughout the storyboarding process of comic, i debated on giving judge an actual name, because it would never be revealed. its important for Reasons I Cant Say Yet. there are tons of dialogue bits that hint at who she becomes, and of course if youve played the game you already know judge’s fate. but before being the judge, who was she?

i also wanted to have that same kind of... i hate to say it, silliness of paz’s name. you go an entire game hearing smooth-talkin ol’ paz, and then it is revealed that his name is PAZELIUS. the entire ending monologue caught me so off guard because like, shes the only one who calls him pazelius. which is why she does in the comic, she very rarely uses his nickname. anyway im getting off track. eventually i did give judge a name, and i call her by that name very often to differentiate devil juj and comic juj.

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3. FAVORITE SONG

you can’t make me choose. oh god. i think its a tie between leviathan and poetry of cinder but if i HAD to choose, leviathan is my top one. it just. shreds, dude. i listen to every song on the soundtrack on repeat except silent no more because theyre all just really good but that ones definitely gotten the most replays.

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yawns stretches cracks back etc man....... i rambled so much in here. but behind the scenes stuff is so fun

[acedragontrainer]

I procrastinated figuring out how to use my fancy new sewing machine SO hard i made a quilt design about it, and then started making the quilt, with the sewing machine, so i think i’m procrastinating so hard it’s coming back around into productivity? this is wayyyy too fucking ambitious for my first quilt and i have no idea what the fuck i’m doing but! that will not stop me!

originally the design was much larger and for a queen size, and then i got out a yardstick and realized that’s way too fucking big so i downsized the scale and moved things around and added more buy’cese, i’m not sold on the background color and i’m prob not going to embroider the crusader’s emblem or the vizsla emblem like i had planned bc it stands out too much, but i was thinking of stitching the mythosaur symbol down the vertical sides, but i could also do lines of “bic cuyir te ara” since i’m already gonna be hand stitching so much goddamn mando’a

i’m pretty sure i can program custom embroidery patterns into my fancy machine (which is the whole thing i’m procrastinating about so finishing all the buy’cese will force me to find out) so i want to do the resol’nare in gold, but i don’t think anything with gold filament is gonna be strong enough for that so i may do yellow and embroider a bit in gold filament just to get around that, and then i’m still sorting through what patterns i wanna do across the quilt, i was thinking random concentric squares of lines of text, that way i could do kote darasuum around where cody is and a much bigger one spreading from the taung at the bottom with a version of dha werda verda (still haven’t figured out which one to use), but then i don’t know what to do about the rest of the quilt, and like do i really want to hand stitch everything in mando’a characters (resigned)

so obviously what i’m using here is a mix of different canons with some fanon sprinkled in (sue me, canon mandalor the uniter fucking sucks, basic bitch buy’ce, so i replaced that one with the irl dude’s mandalorian oc of the same title bc quite frankly it’s more meaningful to the fandom and it looks fucking sick), some of them had very little canon material to work with so i tried my best to wing it (tarre vizsla didn’t really have a buy’ce per se so i’m still debating using matte black for that one), some i picked bc they looked cool and not because they’re relevant, some i left out purposefully

i started with the darksaber, because i thought “it’s smaller and just a bunch of straight lines, how hard can it be?” but it turns out needle-point turn on all those stupid tiny corners is, in fact, a new layer of hell i had previously remained oblivious to, but i still did it, and it’s only a little wonky

ok so the quality is shit, but it’ll look real nice when i fucking needle-point turn applique this shit to the top layer and then detail it all in silver when i’ve got all the sandwich together, and i’m real fucking proud of myself for getting the first bucket done, and it even mostly lays flat!

i’ve got this stupid shiny black fabric i’m using for all the visors and it is definitely painful as hell to work with but god does it look nice

[galaxythedragonshifter]

I kinda wanna rewrite my own version of FNAF (especially SB, like a lot of other people are doing honestly.)

Like, I really love FNAF's "canon" lore, but I have my own interpretation of the story I'd love to write, and I'd love to fix the narrative aspect of things. (Considering that the narrative is very...all over the place, as MatPat proves LMHO-)

I'll probably end up calling it my FNAF Retold!AU

(I'd probably stick very close to canon until Security Breach (because I REALLY want to fix the narrative of SB. Like, it needs a LOT of adjustments), but it will be just a more cut and dry version of the story that actually has a cohesive and more straightforward narrative.)

I also kinda want to focus on Security Breach more than the other games, since I want to actually give it a sense of horror and mystery. I love SB because it has a lot of potential, it just wasn't used correctly. I'd love to make a better backstory for Moon, Bonnie, Foxy, and especially Vanny. (And I want to fix the whole "Afton mess up" that happened)

I'm also debating on wether or not to make this a "choose you own adventure" story with Y/N to make it more fan-interactive. I might, might not. Depends on how ambitious I wanna get.

[musicandteddybears]

Things i need to do in regards to knitting: finish at least ONE project so i can tackle a shawl. figure out rugs/bath mats so i can make a dent in the cotton yarn i have. and the acrylic. bedroom rugs would be good. more kitchen items? hm. wraps or shawls with the bamboo yarn? scarves, cowls, or headbands? poke around online for project suggestions. debate a reusable knitted bag for the green and white balls of cotton i picked up last month. or maybe a hat? it'd be a cute hat. actually figure out hats in general, i've got a practice one going, very basic. maybe i can also add things to it so i get a feel for them. bags or baskets would be good too, pass those onto fam 'cause i'm willing to bet various relatives would get a kick out of them. finish a blanket by the end of the year. ambitious goal! but also need to see how that super bulky blanket will work. i feel like one skein alone would make for a solid stripe. dunno yet, but WILL need to order the purple since it's the last color i don't have have. god knows i have enough yarn to choke a herd of horses. i'm aware i could make stuff for myself, and i will. that's what the superwash merino is for! 8Db so many projects i wanna do. there's no rush though. still not touching sweaters dammit, i do NOT have the patience for that.

[cryptometaphor]

(Yet another incel debate)

Me: So do you believe women are loveless because of biology or conditions? Like if we just change laws and attitudes, we can know love more often or that...

Axel: I think ultimately Jim you're asking the wrong question. Like, I know you want to believe everyone can find love. You're a good person. But women don't love men. Men love women.

Me: Than why care at all? Why not sociopath maxx?

Axel: Many men do. But men love women. So like, for a functional society, we need to incentivize men to love women. Give them a reason to. We currently don't do that.

Me: Well I don't wanna agree with the premise, but I agree with the execution.

Axel: Of course you do. Ultimately you're driven by virtues such as rationality and fairness. BECAUSE YOU'RE A MAN

Sarah: Jim is the only man for me. Like if anything, Jim sees me more as a means to an ends. I've come to terms with that. But like, I don't want another man. I never did. Jim has tried, and tried, and tried again to deny his feelings for me. Like if anything, Jim wants to believe love isn't real so he doesn't have to feel betrayal or failure. "I can't be wrong about what I did if this is all just horny, I can't be wrong about trusting someone if it was probably gonna happen anyway" Jim's insistence on equal outcomes to make sense out of an irrational world, ultimately means he copes with nihilism.

Axel: You say that yet...

Me: She's right Axel. Like I appreciate you think I'm just this goody two shoes, trust me makes my job a whole lot easier lol. But I worry, all the time. I worry my own stupidity hurt me, mistakes cost me and I'm selfish. Mistakes cost me love, joy, purpose. And sometimes it can hurt me even more knowing it hurts other people. Not often. I don't give a shit what happens to any of you lol.

Havoc: Gee thanks...

Me: But how do I live with myself knowing I hurt Sarah? How do I live with the fact that I hurt myself that way? I ruined something grand, something precious.

Havoc doing SpongeBob voice: SOILED IT SOILED IT...

Me: Esnackly lol

Sarah: lol and see that's why I love Jim. We've shoe-horned back onto the same feelings him through hyper egoism and me through selflessness. I want to be a good wife, a good mother. I want to ravage a boy with love and give him my all. Part of that is upbringing. Never feeling good enough because of my disabilities. Jim however, sees not having the good wife and mother as a personal attack. It makes him have to admit he's not perfect, I'm not gonna say "fragile masculinity" because he's extremely manly and hot precisely because he's so ambitious and driven to honor himself and his own integrity. He loves me unconditionally, even if he only observes it through the lens of selfish gratification.

Havoc: It sounds to me like Jim is just acting as the woman. "What if the roles were reversed?!"

Sarah: lol! What IF the roles were reversed?! Would it matter if the end result is the same?

Me: Nigga I just wanna be happy...

Sarah: Was that directed at me or Havoc?

Me: Too GOD (I dramatically act like I'm dying like that Peter Griffin as Mozart cutaway gag)

Sarah: LOL honey...

Me: You make me happy

Sarah: And I know you mean that. And it makes me happy.

Havoc: It's so cringe, but sweet.

Axel: It's all fun and games until one of them cheats or divorces or whatever. Since we're on the "whatever works" kick, does it matter if Sarah or Jim is the malevolent force? If Sarah is just a woman, or Jim is just a psychopath? What ultimately matters is, what incentive does Jim have to stick around?

Me: You know my incentive... My FEELINGS

Axel: Unh-huh... But what if Sarah died? What you just gonna be lonely? No. We know you. You slut around. You try and recover. It's commendable, I'm not saying you're bad for it. You refuse to give up, you ultimately wanna live and thrive. But if women are selfish awful creatures, we need a society that says "Jim gets financial incentives, or Jim has some sorta authority over the woman to ultimately mold her into what he desires" and to rebuild your Sarah from the ground up.

Sarah: If I can be rebuilt, than was it ever truly love?

Me: But if you can't, than what? Is love a tragedy or a blessing?

Sarah: Wouldn't it hurt you if I just tried to fill my void with guys that had your hair, your voice, your attitude?

Me: ...That's a good question. Like a part of me would be flattered certainly.

Sarah: LOL egotistical ass boy...

Me: But another part would hurt. Because I'd worry you could succeed, and I'd be forgotten. Replaceable. I'm not special. That's a pretty tall order for my ego.

Sarah: It is.

Me: I never meant to hurt you like that Sarah.

Sarah: I know you didn't hon. I know you didn't... You're just trying to live life. It's partially my fault too. Don't carry that burden of thinking you did everything wrong, you didn't. You make my heart and soul shine like...

Me: THIS MAKES ME THINK OF ANOTHER NICKELBACK SONG I LOVE YOU

Havoc: Bleh!

Sarah: LOL I wanna hear this Havoc. What song hon?

Me: Well as you know when I'm scheming, rockstar. Or when I'm trying to uphold my morals hero. Or when I'm talking politics how you remind me. Well this right here, if everyone cared.

Sarah: You're as much into Nickelback as I am into Backstreet Boys, explain.

Me doing a bad Nickelback impression: IF THEY COULD LOVE, LIKE YOU AND ME... IMAGINE WHAT, THE WORLD COULD BE

Sarah: lol! It's true...

Me: Confusing stars, for satellites, I never dreamed, that you'd be mine. But here we are, here tonight, and I say amen...I'm alive.

Sarah: I'm a little disturbed Nickelback fits you so well lol

[tinted-skies]

let's paint foxes with our fingers

Renjun fluff // 853 words

thris' note: your boyfriend tries to deny how much your presence makes him giddy.

[16:00] Finger painting with Renjun was pretty straightforward.

Rule #1: You can only paint with your fingers.

Rule #2: You can’t sketch before painting.

However, no matter how simple these 2 rules appeared to be, you always seemed to butt heads with them for 2 equally simple reasons…

Reason #1: Not everyone has been blessed with fingers as delicate as your boyfriend’s.

Reason #2: You are a sketcher. Which made rule number 2 pure evil.

Needless to say, this activity wasn’t exactly your favourite. Nevertheless, you would always jump at the opportunity to spend your sunday afternoon like this.

“Here.” Renjun dropped the paint tubes on the desk.

You ran your hands through them. Black, white, and various shades of red and orange. You frowned.

“What?” He asked bewildered. “We’re painting foxes.”

“Yes, and what makes you think that I don’t wanna paint a pink fox?” You retorted seriously, making him chuckle and dig back into his art supply drawer.

While he whipped out several tones of pink, purple, blue, green, and yellow, your mind started wandering.

Who had even come up with the idea of foxes? Being honest, you were pretty sure it had been you. But how on earth did you ever think you could pull this off?

Could you paint a flower with your fingers? Maybe. The sky? Sure. Stick figures? Hell yes. But now a fox? Maybe that had been a little bit too ambitious.

Which angle are you even supposed to draw it in? Should you try the full body? Perhaps just its face? So many decisions awaiting to be made…

Oblivious to your inner debate, the boy beside you was already happily sliding his fingers on the paper. You soon remembered what he had once said…

There’s no erasing, no redrawing, you can only start and then go with it. It’s not supposed to be perfect. The point is for it not to be perfect. Just improvise. Let go.

And with that in mind you finally started painting, not thinking much about it at all, and occasionally glancing at Renjun, who seemed fully immersed on his art, awfully quiet.

Deep down you understood his point of view. No matter how much you complained about it, you had to admit that there was something rather poetic about the activity.

The way that it was only you and the paper, with no redos or second tries. It took you back in time. Like when you were kids, not caring about how awful the final result truly was. And although you would laugh at him for saying so, he was right, it didn't need to be perfect, you just had to learn to accept its imperfections.

However, there was nothing childlike as you looked at Renjun’s painting.

Now holding each other’s pieces of paper up and analysing them, your mouth was stuck open. No matter how talented you knew your boyfriend was, he would never stop impressing you. He had opted to stay true to nature and paint it with realistic colours, even managing to add details to the fox’s fur.

After endlessly complementing each other’s skills, you both decided to head to the dorm's bathroom to wash your hands before starting another drawing.

While you washed your hands, Renjun babbled about changing things up and using yellow the second time around. You, on the other hand, were torn between purple and blue.

“You could just do a galaxy one.” He suggested while drying his hands.

This made you let out a squeal, excited about the idea, happily hopping behind him as he headed back to his bedroom.

“Can I sketch this time?” You asked, making your way next to him on the desk.

He looked at you curiously as you sat.

“I know that takes away the point but I wanna do something prettyyy...” You dragged the last word cutely, in attempt to convince him. “Just this once, please.” You held one finger in front of him.

“Why do I even keep inviting you to join me on this?” He gave in to you.

“Ahmn, because you love spending time with me.” You stated matter-of-factly.

He looked sharply at you, eyebrow raised as if challenging your words.

It wasn’t a lie that Renjun could easily spend Sunday afternoon on his own. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he spent an entire weekend without interacting with anyone. But you knew him better than that, aware that under his cold demeanour, he deeply appreciated your presence.

“Oh- excuse me, I totally forgot. You’re strong and independent, and you don’t need anyone.” You faked a serious tone.

“Damn straight I don’t.”

You heard the front door unlock, signalling the arrival of Renjun’s roommates and your cue to leave, as they would probably watch a movie and spend some quality time together, like they did most sundays at 4PM.

“Well, have fun spending the rest of the day without me then.”

You gave your boyfriend a peck on the lips and swiped your light blue covered finger on his nose, leaving him with a sunny smile as he watched you leave his bedroom door.

[lazyliars]

The Quackity Meta: a Tale of Two Absolutes

More than anything else, Quackity wants control, and to never, ever lose his own autonomy. And that is why he despises Technoblade.

But wait, how is Technoblade a threat to Quackity's autonomy? Techno is all for individual freedom! He wants to eradicate the government so that no one can be controlled!

There's the question though... How do people exercise control within the framework of a video game like m/inec/raft?

“a person exercising power or control in a cruel, unreasonable, or arbitrary way.”

Power on the Dream SMP cannot be translated one-to-one with real  life power. In real life, yes, a government had infinitely more power than an individual, for numerous reasons. But on the Dream SMP, the government's power is always directly tied to the power of the individuals who are willing to defend that power.

Technoblade is powerful. This is not debatable. How he uses this power, historically, has been a mix of generosity and self-interest*, although primarily the latter.

Generously, He gains resources and then distributes them to his allies during the Pogtopia Rebellion, gearing everyone up and giving them a fighting chance against Dream. However, in the aftermath of Tubbo's being appointed president, Techno turns on them, swiftly and mercilessly. The moment that it becomes clear** that Pogtopia's interests don't align with his own, he crushes them with the aim to prevent them from ever recovering.

( *I use self-interest as a neutral term here. Everyone on the SMP is selfish to some extent – it doesn't make them evil, and in fact has been treated as a positive at times, as well as a negative.

**I want to note that whether or not Technoblade knew of Pogtopia's goal of reinstating the government is unclear. It would seem that from Techno's POV that he didn't know, or assumed that it was a minority who wanted another government. But on the other hand, no one was actively lying to him about their intent, and people like Tommy and Quackity made their goals very clear.  Further doubt is cast on the idea that Techno had no idea when you take into account that he enchanted the Netherite armor in the vault with worthless enchants like Fire Res.

Ultimately, there's no way to know until it is confirmed by cc!Techno himself, and it doesn't pertain that much to this analysis, but I'm aware that it's a hotly debated topic so I wanted to address it.)

It can be argued that Techno's destruction of L'manberg, both the first and especially the second time, was necessary. It can also be argued that it was cruel and a disproportionate retribution against both culpable and innocent parties. Extant of these arguments however, how does it feature into control?

Well, we can’t talk about control without mentioning the most controlling force on the server and the other person on Quackity's hitlist, Dream.

Dream is a tyrant. I don't think anyone can really make an argument against that in good faith at this point. He ticks off every box, no matter how vague or esoteric. This makes the interactions that Quackity and Techno have with him very interesting.

Quackity despises Dream. He's one of the earliest adopters of the hating-Dream-train, to the point that some people have compared him to Cassandra, a priestess who was cursed with the vision of prophecies that would always be true, but never believed. And indeed, Quackity's apprehension of Dream comes in as early as Pogtopia, and grows at a steady pace after the fact.

But despite his rightfully calling out Dream's hypocrisies and his controlling tendencies, Quackity was largely ignored on this front, especially when the time came to exile Tommy and Quackity basically predicted the next arc – If they gave Dream this concession, they would never be able to get out from under his thumb. Flash forwards to the Green Festival, and the moment Tubbo hands over the discs, any illusion of nicety drops and Dream proceeds to destroy them, side by side with...

Technoblade has always had an amiable relationship with Dream. From their first proper interaction on the server being Dream giving Techno some hefty resources, to their snap team-up on Doomsday, they've had a smooth time, with some notable bumps.

Techno fought against Dream during the Pogtopia rebellion, but when it became clear that Dream was more invested in chaos than his other allies, Techno temporarily allied with him to summon the Withers and drive the nail deeper into Manberg’s coffin.

The only time Techno has really bothered to challenge Dream directly is when he came for Tommy in exile. Techno went to great lengths to protect Tommy, hiding him and distracting Dream.

He did give Dream the option to call in his favor and take Tommy, but there are arguments to be made that he did this more as a challenge – that Tommy is worth the favor. Again, we probably wont ever know.

The difference in their relationships with Dream is polarizing. It also reflects the difference in personality – Quackity is an aggressive, ambitious person, whereas Techno leans more towards passivity and caution. Quackity is looking for enemies to challenge, where Techno is avoiding them, people who actually stand a chance against him most of all.

Technoblade is an individual with extraordinary amounts of power. Others have pointed out that he is rarely challenged by other characters or the narrative, and regardless of the merits or flaws in that, it paints him as nearly untouchable. His being in the good graces of Dream only adds to this.

And like with Dream, the only way that people have been able to threaten Techno is when they work together. The Butcher Army, for all it's flaws, managed to capture Techno through numbers – with Tubbo and Fundy (barely) holding off Techno's blood rage while Quackity snuck off to take Carl hostage. And they would have gotten away with it too, if the other most powerful person on the server hadn't stepped in – both by pointing Techno to a totem of undying in the days before the attack, and by getting Punz to cause a distraction and directing Techno to the final control room, where he could escape with Carl.

So, if the most powerful person in the world can only be threatened by people working together, and the most common form of organization is by government, then what does it say about Technoblade, who wants the government destroyed?

People like Tubbo, Fundy and yes, Quackity, all benefit from organizing and working together. They all tend to be less armed, less ready to defend themselves, and completely unable to stand up to titans like Techno and Dream on their own. It's safety in numbers, but it's also control, and control is power.

Ranboo's insistence that Snowchester is a Government is interesting when viewed through this lens. Ranboo is another person who is insanely rich, and able to defend himself and his belongings consistently. Ranboo doesn't need other people to defend him – he's living with Techno and Phil not out of necessity for his survival, but out of need for connection with others.

This seems to be the main difference he finds with Snowchester, which has a more structured environment, geared to defend itself and it's people, if harm should come their way.

Which makes sense, considering it's founder, Tubbo, holds no earthly belongings, and Jack, another prominent member, has made a character trait out of losing his things every other day. The two of them have no conceivable way to defend themselves against people who are stronger than they are. But together, holding the keys to nuclear armaments, they can suddenly play on the field of gods.

The anarchist commune, despite having all members working together and being on good terms, aren't really an organization, they're individuals with common goals and interests. They don't need to live together to be strong, they're all already strong, they choose to be near each other because they want to.

Snowchester is not a government and has no ruler, but together, it's members hold power. They have sway in the world when they work as a collective, and most members have a vested interest in keeping themselves and each other defended because of this. Consequently, the “identity” of Snowchester becomes more prominent, resulting in the flag, the uniforms and the, well, identity.

(Now, the more perceptive among you might have noticed that I basically just compared Techno Phil and Ranboo to the ultra rich 1%, which. Um. Is a pretty serious comparison to make about in a block game rp?

And I wanna say that I don’t think this was necessarily intentional on the parts of either the CCs or the characters, and beyond that, it’s just one way of examining the text. This analysis is by no means the “Right” way to view the story, just a different one.

Regardless...)

Techno uses his considerable power to further his own goals, first and foremost. This is not inherently good or evil, it just is.

Contrast with New L'manberg's cabinet; Four people, pooling their limited power to further their shared goals. Not good or evil, just a way of exercising power.

But power is not static. Power is fluid and changing, moreso now on the SMP than ever before, and Quackity and Technoblade are fighting to define what Power means going forwards.

Techno is fighting for the status quo, knowingly or not. Individuals with power should lead the world, and those without should strive to emulate their betters. He destroys all forms of government, which strip away the rights of the individual in exchange for hierarchy and consolidated power within that hierarchy.

At it's best, this is a very freeing ideology, where nothing and no one can hold back the individual. The world is your oyster if you are willing to work for it.

But at it's worst? “Violence is the only universal language,” is the key phrase. Where does this ideology leave people who aren't strong? Where does it leave those who cannot fend for themselves? If Violence is the only universal language, then the weak have no means to speak.

Quackity is fighting to get a foothold for a contrary ideology – One that prioritizes words over violence and offers alternative methods of gaining and exercising control, such as through currency and conversation. Quackity has tried to varying degrees of success to implement this on the level of his own individual power, such as during the elections, but his attempts at employing this on a grand scale have all been short-lived.

At it's best, this ideology can uplift anyone, regardless of their strength. It encourages more communication, more commerce, and thrives under, you guessed it, strong government.

At it's worst however, it creates a brutally controlling environment. Where a few people gain absurd amounts of power through the complex machinations of a fiat currency, and are then able to use their sway and influence with governing forces to exercise power that they would never be able to hold on their own.

Again, neither of these ideologies are inherently good or evil. They both have flaws and benefits, and benefit no one more than perhaps Techno and Quackity respectively, while hindering the other.

Techno is benefited by anarchy because he holds incredible amounts of individual power. He is the strongest person on the server, he is rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams, and on a meta level, he's straight up good at the game. The current status quo puts him firmly at the top of the food chain, and this is most obvious on Doomsday, when he and the other two most powerful individuals (Dream and Philza) come together and crush the combined forces of New L'manberg. They are not meaningfully challenged in any way, whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Quackity is deeply hindered by the current status quo. He's not strong, he's poor, and he's vulnerable to anyone who wants to bully him with brute force. On a meta level, cc!Quackity just straight up does not play m/inecraf/t as much as some of the other people that on the server. (To be clear, I do not mention that as a criticism, just to contrast Techno. Neither of their levels of play are better or worse for content, they just add to the experience differently.)

On the other hand, in a government? Quackity “Law Student” HQ is suddenly on top. He's charismatic enough to debate with Wilbur “Can Talk His Way out of Anything” Soot during the elections, and come out of that arena smelling like roses. Back during the days of El Rapids, Quackity held his men back from conflict with Dream, and talked him into a corner of technical truths where Dream had to concede that he viewed El Rapids as an independent nation if he wanted to get involved with their conflicts.

And Techno, while he is brilliant and an English Major, suddenly loses a lot of his intimidation factor if he has to respect laws preventing brutal murder. Techno can certainly debate, but his go to conflict resolution is usually violence, and if you take that away, you take away the threat of challenging him. Because make no mistake, challenging Technoblade right now? Is suicide.

And this duality, this grey morality and clash of ideals, is why Quackity is my favorite character on the SMP. He isn't strong. The power he holds is tenuous and balanced on a knife's edge. It would make more sense for him to stay quiet, keep his head down, and if anything, try to change things from the shadows, where he'll be in the least danger.

But he isn't quiet. He doesn't just challenge authority, he challenges the authority; Dream, Wilbur, and of course, Technoblade.

And in all but one of those matches, he's come out with a concession from his enemy gripped between his teeth. He schooled Wilbur in the debates. He forced Dream to grant El Rapids Independence at a time when he hadn't done so for New L'manberg.

But he failed miserably when he challenged Technoblade. Quackity lost that fight in the final control room before it began. He lost the moment he formed the Butcher Army. He would have lost if he managed to kill Technoblade, and he lost still when he died.

He lost because he conceded that the only way to achieve his goal was through violence. He decided that the only way to establish himself and New L'manberg as powerful? Was to kill Technoblade. And he lost that fight and he always will. There was never a way that he walked out of that fight with the victory; Quackity lost the ideological battle long ago.

But not the war.

As of writing this, Quackity is in the process of introducing an economy to the Dream SMP, on Sam's initiative. There is no action I can think of that is wiser for him to take right now. Now, when Dream has been deposed and there's a vacuum in power; Now, when people are getting tired of endless violence and the loss it brings; Now, when people are looking for something new.

An economy is a direct challenge to Might Makes Right. Trading, supply and demand, politics. It offers a new way for people to obtain resources and a direct alternative to brute force; other methods to pay for slights and breaches of honor and etiquette. No more will pet wars be fought with iron swords and shields, but with money! A healthy sum of cash for the murder of Fungi!

If Quackity can get this system off the ground (and with Sam's help, he definitely can,) the stage would suddenly be tilted in the favor of not just Quackity, but the people who he has associated himself with most closely – Tommy, Fundy, even Schlatt. They're all business men, all scammers. This could be Quackity's world, and he's damn well intending for everyone to live in it.

We’ll have to see what Techno thinks of this - Quackity hasn’t made any moves to start another government, and an economy doesn’t inherently contradict anarchy. But it does hold a potential threat to Techno’s current power.

And as for Quackity? What will he do once he’s at the top? Will he finally become a true tyrant? Will he usher in a new age of equality and justice? Or will he eschew all of that in favor of personal riches. For once, the cards are in Quackity's favor, and we might get the chance to see what he does when he holds real power.

[invisibleraven]

Go in for a kiss, I hope your lips follow

One time at a party I kissed someone’s girlfriend and to make sure he wasn’t mad about it I just kissed him too...

AO3 Link!

So I saw this post on tumblr and got inspired to write it as a fic because drunk Luke so WOULD. Special thanks to @bananakarenina for... well, everything. Love you hun!

Luke had to wonder again why he was at this party, he wasn't a brother in this frat, hell, he didn't even go to university! And frat parties were notorious for cheap beer and worse music. Very much not his scene.

"Luke! Over here!"

The voice carries over the cacophony of the party, and oh yeah, there's the reason Luke is here. Julie Molina, aka the most perfect girl in the universe. Her friend Nick was a pledge here and had invited the whole group, and Luke only relented to coming when Julie confirmed she would be attending. Julie with her perfectly imperfect smile, her wicked beauty, her wrecking ball of a voice, Luke was just gone for her, and it was sincerely a problem. He shoved his way through the drunken throng until he could see the sparkle of her eyes, and he was sure his smile was this side of dopey.

“Hey Luke, you want a beer?” A cup was thrust towards him and he took it with a small nod. Reggie grinned, slinging his arm over Luke and bringing him in, Julie burrowing under his other arm.

And therein lay the other problem. Julie had a boyfriend, and well, Luke wouldn’t lie-Reggie was also the most perfect guy. Seriously, he was just so damn pretty, full of sunshine and corny jokes, and a heart big enough to fit this whole damn frat a hundred times over. Sure his love of country music was questionable, and there were some days that Luke wondered about Reggie’s train of thought, but he simply loved the guy. Thus him trying not to blush bright red as he was practically forced into a three way snuggle between his two crushes. His two crushes who were dating, were perfect for each other, and the last thing on earth that Luke wanted was to screw that up by confessing how he felt for either one of them.

Not that they would be mean about it, neither one of them had a cruel bone in their body. They would simply let him down easy, and things would be awkward for a bit, and then eventually go back to normal. Because of course, there was no way that either of them, let alone the both of them would return his feelings and allow him to trespass into their relationship. He was a high school dropout with an acoustic guitar and a dream. He wasn’t bad looking, and he was talented and ambitious enough to make it, he was sure. But when you run away from your unsupportive mother at 17, sometimes it was harder to believe that his dreams of rock stardom were achievable. Four years later, he was in much the same place, but now with his friends playing with him, doing gigs, sending their demo out to as many labels as they could. They were so close Luke could taste it, so there was definitely no way he was introducing the tension of unrequited feelings to their dynamic.

They all sipped their tepid beer while Julie cursed her composition prof who seemed to hate her, even though Luke wasn’t sure that was a possible feat and Reggie lamented the math component required to maintain his scholarship. "I mean really, it's a photography scholarship, I know we need to know angles but it's not like I'm gonna break out a protractor on a shoot!" he ranted. Luke and Julie, had of course heard some version of this rant before, but Reggie was approaching tipsy so they humoured him. They all grabbed another round of drinks, swaying together to the too loud music, but none of them felt like dancing much.

"You guys wanna find somewhere quieter?" Julie suggested, and with a nod from both boys they wandered further into the house, observing Willie killing at a beer pong game, Alex cheering him on. Kayla and Flynn were debating the latest meeting of the GSA they had attended off to the side while Carrie tried to make a trick shot during her turn. Eventually the game was over, everyone was a little bit less sober than they started, but a good time had by all.

Luke knew he had been drinking steadily since he got here, and that he should stop, but if he kept his mouth occupied, he wouldn't be tempted to break down and confess how he felt about the couple surrounding him. A foolproof plan, certainly. Except Reggie gently took the solo cup from him, laying it aside. "Think you should slow down there buddy."

"Sure thing dad," Luke retorted, trying to make grabby hands at the cup.

Julie grabbed it from Reggie and threw back the rest of it, screwing up her face as the taste assaulted her palate. "Ugh, I think I saved you from finishing that, it was pure swill."

"Pretty standard for a frat party. Or middle school parties when we stole shitty beer from our dads," Luke commented.

"Ah, those were the days, remember playing truth or dare and having to do the stupidest shit?" Reggie piped up. "Or spin the bottle?"

“Ah, back before we knew consent was a thing,” Alex snarked, “Or wouldn’t get in trouble for cheating because it was ‘just a game’.”

“Your middle school was tame then, I witnessed some epic meltdown, drag out break ups over games of spin the bottle at mine,” Willie interjected. “One of them because some girl looked too into kissing me, and no matter how much I told her boyfriend I have no interest in girls, he still ended things and she got like, super pissed at me as a result. But then at the next party he ended up having to kiss me and then admitted to her that he got it and they got back together. I think they ended up eloping right after they graduated a few years later. I should have totally called best man or person of honour for it.”

"I never really played it when I was younger. I wasn't out and didn't really want to kiss any girls, so I stayed out of it," Alex said with a shrug. "Doesn't feel like I missed much honestly."

"Well now we have to play!" Luke exclaimed, snagging an empty beer bottle from the table nearby, and everyone sat in a circle, agreeing to have a bit of nostalgic fun, with the promise that no one would get hurt feelings over a few kisses. Alex looked a bit hesitant still, but the girls conceded that he and Willie could give them cheek kisses, which worked out well, since Alex’s first spin landed him on Kayla. He blushed furiously but scooted over and pecked her cheek, then hurried back to Willie’s side in the circle.

Kayla lands on Flynn and even though Carrie is glaring daggers, she swoops in and presses a firm kiss to her lips. Flynn fans herself in an exaggerated fashion when Kayla pulls away, rolling her eyes at Carrie. Flynn then turns and smacks a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Babe, you know you’re the only one for me. You wanna keep playing?’

Carrie lets out a sigh, and nods, then crowing with laughter as Flynn lands on her, even though the rest of them claim Flynn must have cheated somehow. The girls exchange a passionate, tongue filled kiss, with Alex looking elsewhere and Willie just giggling madly. Reggie has stripped off his flannel and Luke’s throat goes dry, his gaze directed towards the arms that Reggie had apparently been hiding behind layers of flannel and leather.

Luke manages to snag another drink while everyone is distracted, though his vision is now a bit fuzzy at the edges. Thus he’s a bit confused when he sees Willie kneeling before him, puckering his lips. He surges forward, the kiss sloppy and off centre, but still admittedly nice in Luke’s beer addled mind. Willie gives him a bitten off grin as he takes his space next to Alex once more and everyone’s gaze lands on Luke. Luke fumbles for the bottle, shaking his head once to clear it, and gives the bottle a fierce spin. Only it seems that luck isn’t on Luke’s side tonight, as the bottle spins until it lands… facing right between Julie and Reggie.

“Guess you'll have to kiss them both there Patterson,” he hears Carrie snark, and completely misses how both Julie and Reggie react with violent blushes.

Luke almost crawls over, taking Julie’s face into his hands. “This okay?" he asks, looking at her and then glancing at Reggie. They both give minute nods, and so Luke gently presses his lips to Julie’s. He swears that colours burst behind his eyelids, not even realizing he had closed his eyes, as the soft feel of Julie’s mouth invades his senses. The subtle taste of her mango chapstick and the beer they had been drinking as he lets his tongue part the seam of her lips, the small gasp she gives out before caressing his tongue with her own. It’s almost shy, not that Luke was prone to sticking his tongue down anyone’s throat, but this was a flirtation, a tentative exploration more than anything. Luke pulls back slowly, pressing one more kiss to Julie’s mouth before he retreats, slowly opening his eyes to see Julie’s are still closed. His hands drift off of her cheeks, and he’s about to take his spot again when he remembers that he’s supposed to kiss Reggie too.

Reggie is almost violently red, his face radiating warmth from his blush as Luke thumbs over his freckles. “You ready for me Reg?” Luke asks, and Reggie rolls his eyes, fisting Luke’s hair and bringing their mouths together. If Julie is soft and sweet, then Reggie is heat and fierceness. His teeth nip at Luke’s lips, a faint taste of cinnamon on Luke’s palate as their tongues swipe against one another. Fingers wind into his shaggy hair, giving the tiniest tug, and Luke hopes the sound that escapes him isn’t insanely evident of being a moan. Reggie grins into the kiss, and Luke retaliates, pressing harder, giving a small scrape of his teeth over Reggie’s tongue, causing the bassist to gasp. Luke idly wonders what both Julie and Reggie think of his kiss, but then Reggie pulls back, breathing heavily, looking wide eyed and like he’s had a revelation of some sort. Julie leans on his shoulder, grinning up at him.

“I think you liked that a little too much there corazon, but I did too. Feel free to make out with Luke anytime, as long as I get to watch.”

Reggie looked at her for a moment, then leaned down to kiss her soundly, looking almost dazed as he pulled away from her. “So who’s turn is it now?”

Luke excused himself to go to the bathroom, splashing cool water on his face after he was done. God, what had he done? He knew it was just a game, but there was no way that Julie hadn’t noticed how into both of the kisses he was, hell Reggie could probably even tell that it was no way a kiss simply for the sake of where the bottle had landed. Had he just ruined everything with a stupid throwback game? He stumbled back to the room, but instead of rejoining the circle, thumped back onto the couch, closing his eyes, and soon enough, blackness rushed in.

~

The next morning, Luke's head felt like someone had taken a mallet to it, his mouth was drier than an August day in Bel Air, and his stomach was roiling almost as much as it had the last time he had street dogs. He didn't really want to open his eyes, but the urge to pee and then promptly throw up was too strong to ignore. He barely made it to the bathroom, heaving as soon as his knees hit the linoleum floor.

Once he was sure his guts and bladder were empty, Luke stumbled to the kitchen, and glugged down half the pitcher of water he usually kept in the fridge. He ran his hands down his face, rubbing at his bleary eyes and fumbled for the painkillers before slumping onto the couch with a groan.

"Ugh, how much beer did I drinklast night?" Luke moaned to himself, grateful for the thick curtains of his living room and grabbed at his phone. It was late in the morning, but he had the day off, thankfully, but he did notice a message notification and cautiously opened his phone.

Reggie: Hey baby, just wanted to make sure you were still in the land of the living. You drank an awful lot last night and we were worried. 😘

Julie: We wanted to stay with you last night after we got you home, but I had an early shift. We'll check on you after I'm off okay? 😘

Well that answered how Luke got home, as the last thing he remembered was the frat house bathroom. But then the memories of what happened before said bathroom break came rushing back to him. Of the game of spin the bottle, of the passionate kisses he had shared with both Julie and Reggie. "Fuck."

There was no way he could play it off as being part of the game, not after he didn't go nearly as hard with the kiss he had given Willie. He could try and blame the cheap beer, but the both of them knew he wasn't a slutty drunk, so he had no real excuse for his behaviour. Worse yet was that he felt too terrible to move, and even if he didn't, Julie had his spare key, they could just come by any time and stay here until he got back. Plus those kiss emojis showed they definitely hadn't forgotten. Maybe they would just tease him and then all would be forgotten? That was the best Luke could hope for, and once he had thrown back some pain killers, let himself drift off on the couch.

The next time Luke woke up, it was to gentle fingers in his hair, and the scent of coffee nearby. He blinked open his eyes and saw Julie smiling down at him, Reggie sitting on his coffee table, a steaming take out cup beside him. "Hey superstar, how are you feeling?"

Luke sat up slowly, smacking his lips together, taking the offered coffee with a grateful smile, downing half of it without even flinching. "Pretty rough, but not as bad as this morning. Thanks for the java."

"Of course, figured you would need it since we had to carry you home last night," Reggie said.

"You'd do the same for either of us," Julie added.

Luke shyly rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up. "About last night…"

"How much do you remember?" Reggie asked. "You drank an awful lot."

"Which we will be talking about later," Julie said. "You scared me mi vida."

"I didn't mean to scare you. I just…" Luke trailed off.

"You just?" Reggie prompted, rubbing over his back.

Luke let his face rest in his hands, words a little muffled, but clear enough. "I just wanted to forget about how I felt about you. The both of you. But then the game came and I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. Those kisses…"

"We liked them too," Julie said. "And I wasn't joking about enjoying watching you kiss Reggie."

"And I definitely didn't mind the kiss you gave either me or Julie," Reggie said. "We… We talked about last night, and we'd like to do it again. Preferably on a regular basis."

Luke looked up at them in astonishment, the sweet pink flush on Julie's cheeks evenly matched by the colouring of Reggie as his blush intensified. "Wha-what?"

"We want you to be our boyfriend Luke. If that's something you want too," Julie said.

"I want! I definitely want!" Luke exclaimed. "For so long, you have no idea!"

"I mean… we had some idea. Your heart eyes are pretty obvious, but we figured it wasn't anything serious or you would have made a move by now. We were flirting enough," Reggie stated.

Luke was about to protest that they totally had not been flirting with him, but he paused. He recalled all the touches, the smirks, the way they spoke to him that they had never spoken to anyone else but each other. Yet he had been so far into denial that he refused to see it at the time. "Man, I was so oblivious to all that. But feel free to be way more blatant about the flirting from here on out."

"So is that a yes to being our boyfriend then?" Julie asked. "Consent's important, you know."

"Also extremely sexy," Reggie added with a wink.

"I already said I wanted to, you wanna seal the deal with a kiss?" Luke said with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows.

Julie rolled her eyes at him but slid herself into his lap, gently turning Luke's face to hers, cupping his cheek and pressing their lips together softly. Luke let his eyes flutter closed, letting their mouths come together and retreat, trading kiss after kiss, Luke's senses flooding with the flavour of Julie's lipgloss, of her coffee order, of pure Julie, a taste he would love to know intimately and savour forever. Julie nipped slightly at his bottom lip, causing Luke to gasp, and she grinned as his eyes flew open.

She slid off his lap, and Reggie almost immediately took her place. He gave Luke a large smile, toothy and wide. "My turn?"

Luke didn't answer, he simply surged up to capture Reggie's mouth with his own. The kiss was a bit more playful, neither of them able to totally stop smiling as they traded kisses. It wasn’t any better or worse than Julie’s kiss, simply the essence of Reggie, sweet, deep, and more than you expected. Luke hoped that Reggie never stopped surprising him, and not only with how he kissed. A swipe of tongue, a nip of teeth, and eventually they broke apart, smiling and breathing a little heavier.

Julie fanned herself playfully, it really was scorchingly hot to watch her boyfriends make out. She snuggles into Luke's side, grasping Reggie's chin to bring him down for a short but fiery kiss, beaming when they broke apart.

"So… where are you two taking me for our first date?" Luke asked smugly. Julie and Reggie exchanged glances, and then began to smother Luke's face in kisses, heedless of the giggles the guitarist let out, too happy to even protest the sloppy nature of the smooches he was receiving. Who knew a frat party could lead to his wildest dreams coming true? Luke sent a silent bit of thanks out into the universe, and started kissing his partners back. After all they had plenty of time to plan a million and one dates, for now, he was content to waste away the afternoon until all of their mouths were swollen and red. Honestly that sounded like an awesome first date to him.

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle  Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1:  Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

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A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

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On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

~

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’  Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence.  ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

~

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

~

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

~

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

~

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

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sorting acotar characters into hogwarts houses

idk why i decided to make this post but it was fun sooo...

lmk if y'all agree or disagree. Also please no hate, sometimes a post is just for fun and i don't need any negativity. UNLESS its hate for elain which by all means go ahead ;) (because of ppls sensitivity, this joke isnt an invitaion to go on a full blown elain hate rant just offer a few jabs, especially if you agree on the elain section and move on, if you wanna go on a rant, message me or submit a post and i'll response, all the love <3)

Slytherin: Ambition, Cunning, Leadership, and Resourcefulness

Rhysand: of course Rhys is Slytherin, the man screams Slytherin. We all know he's cunning, often coming up with plans to get what he wants, leader well duh, he's a high lord and loves it and is great at it, he's ambitious, he's a dreamer, so of course, he wants more, and he's resourceful, always being able to think on the spot. Rhysands second house would be Ravenclaw for sure though.

Eris: uhhh do I even have to explain? wants to be Highlord, boom ambitious. seems to be the one in charge of his brothers and has many responsibilities, boom leader. being able to achieve what he wants, boom cunning. resourcefulness...yeah I don't got an example for that one, anyways 3/4.

Azriel: daddy az is a Slytherin, I mean obviously this is the best house (is it obvious yet that I'm a Slytherin ;) but fr, I debated sorting him into Ravenclaw, but even though yes he shows Ravenclaw traits it's not the ones we see the most of or the ones that really shine through Azriel's reserved personality. The main traits azzy boo here has from Slytherin are Cunning and Resourcefulness, and imo these are the ones we see from him every page.

Amren: im putting amren here too, she's literally both!

Gryffindor: Brave, Courage, Daring, Chivalrous

Cassian: this one is self-explanatory, how many times has he put others before himself, how many times has he endangered his own life to save others. that's a Gryffindor soul he has. he always tried to do the right thing, he's brave as hell and reckless at times it seems from the little snide comments we've gotten from the books, he would have been a marauder no doubt.

Tamlin: I hate to do this I do because I love my lions, but I had to put this piece of shit somewhere and since he reminds me of peter Pettigrew bc of his cowardness, I'm sorting him in here. I'm so sorry guys ;(

Morrigan: helloooo, the house colors are red and gold??? obviously mor would demand this house, yes demand. but not just that she's crazy brave, at only what 18? i think, she stood up to her family, making a decision she knew could have her ending up in a horrible situation. but she always is brave, shes gotta when her evil family is still in her life.

Hufflepuff: Loyal, Kind, Patient, Hardworking

Gwyn: i choose my girl gwyn for Hufflepuff bc let's face it, she is the embodiment of Hufflepuff. She's loyal to her new friends, emerie and Nesta, and the priestesses. She's kind as we can see when she first met Nesta and when emerie and Nesta shared their stories. She's very patient never snaps at that bitchy priestess who idk the name of as well as patient when it comes to her and Azriel's tender new friendship and hardworking, always doing her job, running around the library, for her work, always researching more ways to help the Valkyries. i debated putting her in Ravenclaw, because of her intelligence, but i think she's a Hufflepuff through and through.

Elain: IT HURTS MY HEART PUTTING PLAIN ELAIN IN THIS HOUSE. but I gotta, the only trait this plant sniffer has out of all the houses is "kind and patient" EVEN THOUGH SHE'S NOT REALLY LMFAO. I've made a post on explaining why this dirt lover isn't as kind as the books make her out to be, and I would argue she isn't actually patient at all, I mean did we miss how she was basically frustrated Nesta wasn't getting better even though it had been like what 2 weeks, LMFAO. but yeah I mean she's not loyal unless you have food and money then oh yeah she'll be loyal and she's not hardworking bc I mean she never did jack shit and still doesn't, sorry to do this to y'all.

Note: some of yall are so soft. this is not an anti elain post. sorry i insulted her but hey its my post, and i have commentary on each character to explain why i feel they belong in a certain house. sorry i happened to insult your fav. but this isnt an anti elain post, just like its not anti tamlin or anti eris. its just a post about all the characters period, which is why i inculded all of them in the tags. hey, i even insulted Nesta a little bit, but I'm not gonna tag anti-Nesta bc it's not a fucking hate post. get off this post if it comes across you and you don't like what I say, it's not hard to literally just scroll, trust me I've done it multiple times especially when it's a hate post on my beloved characters and they didn't use the anti tags. it's not fucking hard, grow up.

Ravenclaw: Wisdom, Wit, Individuality, Intelligence

Feyre: I debated putting queen feyre into Slytherin, I mean she shows the traits for sure, but it's not really if she shows the traits it's what shines the most in her. Ravenclaws are known for their creativity (bae luna Lovegood <3) and feyres an artist, even in her darkest times she remained an artist, always seeing portraits in her mind, always admiring the beautiful colors of the world. We know she's intelligent, picking up reading and writing quickly, and we also see it when she's strategizing, with the inner circle. Feyre is so wise, she had to be, she had to grow up quickly, you often see her in the books giving advice, because even though she's only 21, she's lived a lifetime. and the whole book of acomaf can show you how witty she is, I mean its what made us fall in love with feysand.

Amren: tiny snowball amren is literally a slytherclaw, she has all the traits from both. but because of how well she is with coding languages and how she always reads and does puzzles i think she'd enjoy being a Ravenclaw.

Nesta: I thought about this for a while, really looking into where she would thrive, Ravenclaw is for her no doubt. She's herself, always has been even when that wasn't such a good thing... but she's witty too if you make sure to not count the "the book is about...a book" I'm sorry that line makes me laugh every single time. we haven't really seen much of her intelligence but I'm guessing she is. but really she would love to be in a house where ppl are themselves and read, i can already imagine her creating a book club where people can be themselves and enjoy smutty books like her.

Lucien: originally I was going to sort him into Hufflepuff but then I remembered how intelligent he is, how witty, and I remembered in acowar he talked about how being the youngest of what 7 heirs? he had the chance to really educate himself which he loved to do, to really learn about his court, idk this man just screams intelligence to me.

I left out emerie bc i honestly don't know where to sort her, i feel like i just don't know her too well or understand her enough to sort her, so feel free to lmk where she would belong :)

[youcouldmakealife]

KS Fill: Mike/Liam; reunion (pt 1)

Another fill for a generous Kickstarter supporter for the prompt: Anything where Mike and Liam are happy 

This sprung a second part because I missed them so, so much. Mike POV to come!

It’s been a long road trip. Every road trip feels long lately, but this one was longer than usual. Actually longer — it’s one of the longest they’ve had this season — but like emotionally longer too. Liam doesn’t know how to explain it, how twelve days away from Mike left him feeling desperately homesick in a way he’s never been before, not even when he first moved to Sydney to play in the Q.

He’s practically vibrating with tension when they finally get on the flight back to Minny, knowing he’s bugging the shit out of Roman but completely incapable of not bugging the shit out of Roman.

“You’re like a kid on Christmas,” Roman groans. “How many Red Bulls did you chug after the game?”

Only one. The rest is just Liam.

“I wanna go home,” Liam whines.

“We’re going home, Fitzy, shut the fuck up and let me nap,” Roman says.

Liam tries, but it doesn’t work, his knee bouncing, and then his other knee bouncing, and then Roman puts him in a headlock, and Liam obviously has to bite him, and Cap yells at both of them for disturbing the plane.

“I can’t believe you got me yelled at,” Roman huffs, then relocates to sit in the row behind Connie and Harry and look longingly at the back of Connie’s head — he’d be staring at the back of Harry’s too, except Harry’s too short — like he’s debating whether anyone will care if he tries to make a two-seater a three-seater. Stupid Roman always having his stupid boyfriends even when they’re on the road.

Liam’s the first off the plane — there is some merciless elbowing that makes that happen before the guys get smart and let him take the lead — but he has to wait absolutely forever for his suitcase. He’s half-considering asking Roman to pick it up for him — he’s standing with Connie and Harry, and Connie would agree even if Roman told him to fuck off — when the belt finally starts turning, and Liam’s is one of the first suitcases coming out, so now he’s on the move.

It’s a quick drive home in the middle of the night, and Liam pushes his luck to make it quicker. He’s a little disappointed when he opens the door to find all the lights off, even though it’d be dumb to expect Mike to be waiting up at three in the morning for him, especially since he sent Liam a text at like, seven in the morning grumbling about a breakfast fail. He’s been getting more and more ambitious, and sometimes that means failure. 

Mike does not like failure. Nobody likes failure, but Mike takes it personally, especially in the kitchen. Also the bedroom. He does not fail in either of those rooms frequently at all, but he’s a big sulky baby about it when it happens.

Liam drops off his bag and tiptoes upstairs to see the big sulky baby. He’s asleep, like Liam expected, just enough light filtering through the curtains to catch a sliver of face, the line between his brows that doesn’t disappear even when his face is slack with sleep, one hand over the covers curled in a loose fist like he’s fighting his dreams.

Usually Liam wouldn’t be able to wait to see him until the morning — not that Liam can’t see him right now, obviously, just that he wants to hear him too, even if it’s a grumpy ‘quit making noise’ — get hauled in against his chest at minimum if Mike’s too tired to fuck. 

But he looks so comfortable in his dream fights Liam doesn’t have the heart to, undresses as quietly as possible, doesn’t even turn on the bathroom light when he brushes his teeth, just uses the night light that Mike insists is not a ‘fucking night light, Liam, do you want to trip in the fucking dark when you need to get up to piss in the middle of the night?’ like calling it a night light means it’s only for kids and Mike’s scared of the dark or something. It’s a light for night time, Michael, what the hell else would you call it?

Liam is very careful getting under the covers, but it’s probably overkill, because Mike doesn’t stir at all, not even when Liam tucks himself against Mike’s chest, and then, pushing his luck, pulls Mike’s arm around his waist so he can be properly comfortable, blankets up to his nose and Mike sleep hot against his back.

Liam makes a happy noise Mike would definitely make fun of if he was awake, and falls asleep the easiest he has in weeks.

[luna-helps-writing]

i don’t know how tumblr works but i think this is how i send an ask? i’m sorry if i’m wrong, but i’d like a match-up for the hobbit, harry potter and lotr!!

i have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. i’m 5”2.

my MBTI is INTP-t. my hogwarts house is a mix of slytherin and ravenclaw. i have a deep appreciation for the arts. i enjoy classical, musical theatre and other types of genres that stir up intense emotions.

my favourite subject is english and art. i enjoy writing, debating, reading, philosophy, science, history, cultures, etc.

i’m stereotyped as the “gifted kid”. i get high marks and most people associate me with being TOO ambitious.

my favourites atm: hamilton, macbeth, dystopian fictions, historical fictions, fantasy, the “oh you wanna kiss me so bad” and “enemies to lovers” trope .

Thank you for your request!

For the Hobbit, I ship you with Thranduil!

• Both of you think big for the future. You have all sorts of plans for yourself or for others. You’re great at executing them together and your mind works almost as one. He admires this about you.

• This old bastard has seen some history himself and loves telling you about it. Even the sad or terrible stories. I’m exchange, you’ll tell him something of your own world. He is very interested in your own stories, as it literally contains another world.

• Please, tell him all about Macbeth. I get the idea he would absolutely love it!

• Prefers listening to slow songs too. It calms his nerves down and does wonders for him when he had another stressful day. The two of you will just be talking or slowly dancing during that time, but it’s amazing, really.

For Lord of the Rings, I ship you with Aragorn!

• I feel like Aragorn would love dystopian fiction. I don’t really know why, but I think that, when you introduce him to a few books, he’d be absolutely taken away and won’t stop reading.

• He grew up in Rivendell, so he knows a thing or two about philosophy and history. Cultures and science however, are the subjects he’s less familiar with. He’s a great learner and listener and would absolutely want to learn more about you passions.

• I don’t think he’s an ambitious person himself, but I think he would want an S/O who is. Since he doesn’t really think big or further, he needs a partner who does, so listening to you can really help him boost his own choices. Good job!

• He would marvel at your intelligence. He met plenty of stupid people, so you’re a whole change to it. He finds himself boasting about your mind in front of others without even realizing it. Not that he’s really bothered by it. He’s just really proud at you!

For Harry Potter, I ship you with Draco!

• We all know he thinks big and isn’t afraid to sacrifice something a long the way. It’s something you two have in common, only you know where to set boundaries. Might want to help him with that.

• The “Oh, you want to kiss me so bad trope” but it’s reality. I know for a fact a relationship with him would be something like that.

• Surprisingly, he’s very good at debates and English. The two of you are absolute geniuses on that part and can have “arguments” for days! (In a good and fun way)

• To be honest, it started out with him reading you because of your high grades, but he soon found himself attracted to you. It wasn’t until you out him in his place during transfiguration, that he realized his feelings.

I hope you liked it!❤️