#isshelonely

[soldierqueer]

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DAVE stepped foot in the Hargreeves’ enormous mansion of a home, a little overwhelmed by it all. It had been a few days since Klaus had spirited him away from Vietnam and into 2019 and today was the day that Dave had decided to meet Klaus’ family. It probably wasn’t what he wanted and Dave could only hope that he wouldn’t be angry with him, but Dave needed to meet these people for himself. 

He stepped into the living room, noticing a woman not too far away. He awkwardly cleared his throat, alerting her to his presence. “H-Hi.” He swallowed, trying to keep cool. “Are you one of Klaus’ sisters?” He asked a bit nervously. He hoped that Klaus’ family like him. 

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@isshelonely​ asked:  ‘ sometimes men are unredeemable shits . ’ (for Vanya)

Vanya’s eyes lit up and she chuckled lightly. She couldn’t believe their mother would talk like that, but she had grown a lot over the years. Nodding, she replied, “Yeah, I think I learned that one the hard way.” She frowned, glancing at her mother nervously before looking away again. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@isshelonely​​ said: nothing you can say will surprise me.

                                   ˜”*°•.˜”*°•   ❝ Alright  then… ❞ A  small  pause was  made:  an  attempt  to gather  the  scattered pieces  of  her thoughts.  ❝ I came  here  to leave  this.  For Diego. ❞  A letter  was  held  between  her fingers,  a  letter that  was  rather creased,  crumpled. ❝ But  I guess,  he  is not  here. ❞    •°*”˜.•°*”˜ 

[rvmovrhasit]

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              “  Mom... Do you think Dad ever loved any of us ?    Don’t  answer  that.  ”    Allison asked,  but  she  knew  the  answer.  She  knew   Grace  would  say  her  father  was  a  great man.  And  she  knew  her  father  never  did  love  them.  “  Mom... Do you love us ?  Can   you  feel  that ?  ”   For  some  reason,  Allison  felt  like  a  little  kid  again.  After  everything that  had  happened,  future,  past,  doomsday,   doomsday  two   ( the sequel ),   coming  back  to her  house.  Her  home.  It  made  her  feel  weak  again.

[changestrajectory]

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Diego heard the news on the scanner. His old home address. Code 10-55. Coroner’s case. A dead body. He knew it couldn’t be Mom or Pogo... “Dad,” Diego said with a loss of breath before dropping the mop handle with a clatter and running to get his harness with his knives. Ten minutes. It took him ten minutes to get from the gym to the Hargreeves home.

When Diego arrived, there was already a unit there but no sign of the Coroner. It was in the earliest hours of the morning. He knew someone would be there shortly, but they wouldn’t move the body until evidence was gathered and pictures were taken and a walk through report was made. Mom needed him, Pogo, too, but especially his mom.

Diego slipped through a window in the back easily enough and landed lightly on his feet as he went to look for his mom. Finding her cooking breakfast for Pogo, Diego tensed and looked between them. “Is he--? D-dad, is he--?” Diego stammered though out of fear not his stutter creeping back. His eyes were sad as he stepped toward her. “Mom,” he said softly as his expression became earnest. “Mom, are you okay?”

[apocalypsxridden]

i knew you’d come back to me 

TAYLOR SWIFT - ‘folklore’ / [open]

Five had only been back for a few hours, at most. Despite the pressing knowledge of what was to come he’d been silently touring the mansion in what was a self-indulgent, if mournful, nostalgia trip. The calm before the storm, if you will. The bittersweet flooding back of childhood memories shaded in regret and unavoidable what-ifs. He’s missed his family, there is no other way around it. He loves them and he is glad to finally be able to see them again. How could he not? In between the harder moments of survival, or missions where his mind was solely occupied by his target, it is all he could think about. He was certain he’d bored Delores to death by reciting the same fleeting memories of them. But a happy ending just wasn’t written out for him. Nothing he had done, gambled or sacrificed to get back here would matter if he could not figure out what was about to happen. He would lose everything a second time, and with that, himself. The painfully familiar voice pulled him out of this macabre train of thought. His demeanor softening uncharacteristically as he laid his eyes upon the woman (allbeit, not person) who had raised him and his siblings. This for the first time in 45 years.                                                                    “ Mom. “

There was an almost disturbing softness to his voice, one even unbefitting of when he had actually been 13. In a moment of self realization, he quickly corrects his demeanor. The more familiar frown returning to his face.

“ How long were you standing there? “ There’s more he wants to say, but knows he doesn’t have the time to deal with right now. Once this is all over and everyone is safe, he can be vulnerable, not now. Not with everything at stake. Even if he could be, she would not respond as she should anyway, it’s hard to keep in mind sometimes. But she is still not a person.

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@isshelonely​  /  ★ to stroke my muse’s hair 

IT’S  STRANGE  HOW  CLEARLY  HE  CAN  IMAGINE  HER  THERE  ,  hand  in  his  hair  as  he  lay  his  head  upon  her  lap.            he  knows  she’s  not  here  in  the  hospital  with  him  ,  especially  because  he  knows  she  doesn’t  even  exist  yet  ----------  but  ,  she’s  here  somehow.     she’s  there  ,  humming  that  familiar  lullaby  he’d  grown  used  to  in  his  youth.           it  helps  him  fall  asleep  now  on  this  uncomfortable  cot  they  call  a  bed  ------    helps  him  forget  that  she’s  probably  gone  forever  &&  he’ll  never  actually  feel  this  way  in  the  waking  world.     

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@isshelonely​ asked:  “ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ” (For Five)

Five’s eyes softened a bit at the sight of wide-eyed fear in their mother before reminding himself it was all just flashy programming. He found it hard to get close to her, ever since childhood. After all, there was a reason he didn’t accept the name she’d given him--Eugene? What a lame name! Still, he felt an obligation to calm her fears, his own programming. “I’m sorry. We should have warned you earlier. If it helps, I’m going back to fix things right now.”

[soldierqueer]

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nicknames: Dennis, Denny, Orpheus (my middle name) 

zodiac: Aries

height: 5′6″

sexuality (if comfortable): Queer and Polyamorous 

favorite band / artist: The Mountain Goats

song stuck in my head: None at the moment, which is unusual for me

last movie i saw: Onward

last thing i googled: Loras Tyrell Fanart (I was curious as to how people who read the books saw him) 

do i get asks: I get in-character asks, which is a blessing and I love all of you who send them in!

following: 66

followers: 45

average amount of sleep: Nine hours

what i’m wearing: Avengers pajama pants and a hoodie

dream job: Author

dream trip: Greece. I was actually supposed to go to Greek in June, but then everything happened

favorite animal: Bats!

play any instruments: Nope

eye color: Green

hair color: Brown. It’s usually dyed red, but I haven’t gotten to it this summer 

languages you speak: Just English

random fact: I have two romantic partners who are absolutely amazing and I enjoy talking about them any chance I get

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