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i love how Smart klaus is. his siblings and reginald tend to treat him like a clown who doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he consistently makes intelligent decisions they wouldn’t have though to make. like when he jumped onto the bison instead of getting kugelblitzed. he understood that it would just straight up wipe him from existence, and he wouldn’t be able to go to the other place. i love it he’s so smart

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON THREE SPOILERS

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY- season 3 episode 4, kugelblitz - allison hargreeves and diego hargreeves bar fight

unedited , follow @mediocreomen , please reblog <3

word count : 610

content warning : violence

blood dripped from her nose, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her jacket. her nose ached. her hands ached. pain shot through every inch of her body, begging her to quit, to walk away, screaming at her to leave this fight like she always would. pleading with her to walk to the hotel and figure out how to save the world so she could go home to claire, go back to her star-studded life away from her damn siblings and flee from another apocalypse. the begs were loud, persistent, only drowned out by the tirade of slurs and threats that were spat her way.

allison could feel diego at her back, hear his grunts and sarcastic tinted comments as he threw blow after blow at the men who launched towards them. he hadn’t even thought to grab one of his knives, the anger he felt too much to limit himself to anything less than a brutal beating. the pair’s shoes were bloodied, stomping on those unfortunate enough to have fallen to the ground, allison’s heavy boots slamming down again and again until those beneath sobbed and screamed and drowned out the peaceful thoughts she had. all she could hear was the rage, the anger, the fury that made up every atom of her being. it was snarling at her to listen, whispering ways she could destroy the racist idiots before her. and so she listened, delivering blow after blow, hit after hit, almost laughing at their cries of pain. she could hear diego yelling at her, egging her on, the surprise in his voice too apparent not to notice. she’d always been the level headed one, never too brutal and never too willing to fight. she didn’t like fighting, didn’t enjoy inflicting pain onto others, but tonight… it was different. frustration erupted from her at every blow that she dealt and it controlled her, blending into her rage and enabling her violent thoughts. she let out yells and curses, the words fleeing her mouth akin to poison as her emotions, raw and untamed, streamed through every word, every broken bone, every bloody knuckled punch.

the sounds of shattering glass rang in her ears, and she stumbled backwards, her teeth bared and a guttural snarl leaving her blood tinted lips. the transparent shards fell to the floor, some tainted by deep red. she turned to the man, the bottle neck still in his grip, and he wasted no time swiping at her with it, jaw clenched and teeth grating. but of course, he was too slow. she slipped to the side, grabbing an expensive looking bottle that rested upon the shelf and launched at him. her shaking hands slammed it into his head, over and over, a small smirk resting upon her lips as he went down.

allison looked around, her gaze drawn to the unconscious and semi conscious limp bodies lying haphazardly around the bar. she looked up again, finding diego punching a guy in the nose once, twice, three times before he went down, crying out as he clutched his face. diego turned to look at her.

the glint in his eyes, it was barely noticeable. if she wasn’t as eagle eyed, as used to expressions hidden behind a stony gaze, she would never have seen it. but as they stood there, panting, saying nothing, she understood what it was.

fear.

it was gone in a flash as he walked over, making some sarcastic comment she paid no mind to. she went to speak, hesitated, nibbling on her lip for a moment before finally speaking.

“i guess you were right. kicking assholes in their assholes is like therapy.”

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he may be hot but god is he lonely.

au where everyone becomes their pfp go

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do you take smut requests by any chance?

nope sorry

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON THREE SPOILERS

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY- season 3 episode 4, kugelblitz - allison hargreeves and diego hargreeves bar fight

unedited , follow @mediocreomen , please reblog <3

word count : 610

content warning : violence

blood dripped from her nose, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her jacket. her nose ached. her hands ached. pain shot through every inch of her body, begging her to quit, to walk away, screaming at her to leave this fight like she always would. pleading with her to walk to the hotel and figure out how to save the world so she could go home to claire, go back to her star-studded life away from her damn siblings and flee from another apocalypse. the begs were loud, persistent, only drowned out by the tirade of slurs and threats that were spat her way.

allison could feel diego at her back, hear his grunts and sarcastic tinted comments as he threw blow after blow at the men who launched towards them. he hadn’t even thought to grab one of his knives, the anger he felt too much to limit himself to anything less than a brutal beating. the pair’s shoes were bloodied, stomping on those unfortunate enough to have fallen to the ground, allison’s heavy boots slamming down again and again until those beneath sobbed and screamed and drowned out the peaceful thoughts she had. all she could hear was the rage, the anger, the fury that made up every atom of her being. it was snarling at her to listen, whispering ways she could destroy the racist idiots before her. and so she listened, delivering blow after blow, hit after hit, almost laughing at their cries of pain. she could hear diego yelling at her, egging her on, the surprise in his voice too apparent not to notice. she’d always been the level headed one, never too brutal and never too willing to fight. she didn’t like fighting, didn’t enjoy inflicting pain onto others, but tonight… it was different. frustration erupted from her at every blow that she dealt and it controlled her, blending into her rage and enabling her violent thoughts. she let out yells and curses, the words fleeing her mouth akin to poison as her emotions, raw and untamed, streamed through every word, every broken bone, every bloody knuckled punch.

the sounds of shattering glass rang in her ears, and she stumbled backwards, her teeth bared and a guttural snarl leaving her blood tinted lips. the transparent shards fell to the floor, some tainted by deep red. she turned to the man, the bottle neck still in his grip, and he wasted no time swiping at her with it, jaw clenched and teeth grating. but of course, he was too slow. she slipped to the side, grabbing an expensive looking bottle that rested upon the shelf and launched at him. her shaking hands slammed it into his head, over and over, a small smirk resting upon her lips as he went down.

allison looked around, her gaze drawn to the unconscious and semi conscious limp bodies lying haphazardly around the bar. she looked up again, finding diego punching a guy in the nose once, twice, three times before he went down, crying out as he clutched his face. diego turned to look at her.

the glint in his eyes, it was barely noticeable. if she wasn’t as eagle eyed, as used to expressions hidden behind a stony gaze, she would never have seen it. but as they stood there, panting, saying nothing, she understood what it was.

fear.

it was gone in a flash as he walked over, making some sarcastic comment she paid no mind to. she went to speak, hesitated, nibbling on her lip for a moment before finally speaking.

“i guess you were right. kicking assholes in their assholes is like therapy.”

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Fun Ways to Meet Characters

Thieves stealing important objects from the main characters and then being forced somehow into a found family situation

Saving a character’s life by doing something like taking an arrow/bullet

By losing a bet with a stranger and then teaming up

Gambling with a shifty character and getting really mad at them, only for them to later end up saving the other character’s life

Meeting the other in an arranged marriage and actually liking them (or really, really hating them)

Or having a chaotic dynamic where they irritate each other but they’re equally chaotic, so they become the mischievous duo in the found family

By bickering over the last piece of food at a banquet

Getting hired as a servant or maid, or some other serving position

By accidentally almost killing a character, only for them to join the found family and literally never stop bringing up that first meeting

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fatal character flaws

pride

judgement

stubbornness

innocence

fear

shallowness

anger

jealousy

greed

toughness

softness

paranoia

opinionated

immoral

soft-spoken

too trusting

doubting

afraid to: - love - speak - live - be wrong

vanity

gluttony

limitation

pushes themselves too hard

obsession

blunt

aimless

arrogant

bigoted

fickle

hubris

people-pleasing

carelessness