#mr-penny-crumb

[intergalactic-garbage]

true facts about little alex horne

he can fit a penny in the gap between his teeth

has exactly 30% fewer bones than the average person

comes into work with his sandwiches cut into fingers, because he believes they "taste better"

tina turner once described him as "simply the best", and in a separate conversation, "a complete arsehole"

goes around the supermarket following people he thinks look cool, and when they pay and throw away the receipt, picks it up, and buys what they bought

nibbles and scurries his way through life like a long human rat

has his mantra going in his head at all times, and it's "absoluta pulsis voluptatem" (absolute driving pleasure)

when naked, looks like a weird, ill monkey

has crumbs in his beard dating back to the 90's

when it comes to childcare, he doesn't think his wife rachel "pulls her weight"

he doesn't really like women, because he thinks they've gotten a bit "too chopsy of late"

walks like a weird victorian clockwork toy soldier

is the answer to the question "what happens if you throw chunks of pork at a revolving carwash brush?"

his new years' resolution was "bringing back the patriarchy"

his first french kiss was with his second cousin jacob, now a legal underwriter on the isle of man

he doesn't think the NHS is very good, and according to him, some nurses are "lazy"

cries every time he watches free willy, and frees his willy every time he cries

has a separate bank account that his wife doesn't know about

as a child was so irritating, that his mother paid for "a barrage of medical tests"

he's scared of three things: slugs, small spaces, and women being allowed to vote

was once chased and bitten by a peacock in a day he refers to as "the day [he] lost [his] children's respect"

thinks all primary school teachers are the scum of the earth

thinks the refuge team that collects his bins every week are "stupid" and "don't deserve to be paid"

thinks climate change is a hoax propagated by "liberal pussies who don't know how to party"

sometimes deliberately revs his engine in traffic, because it makes him feel "like [he's] in charge of all women"

"[doesn't] know much about politics, but [he thinks] poor people should stop moaning and pull their flipin' fingers out"

is the answer to the question "what does a corpse look like when a corpse continues to grow hair post-mortem?"

his father has only ever given him one christmas gift, a beautifully wrapped piece of welsh slate, that had one solitary word engraved upon it. that word? toad.

until the age of 14 thought his penis was an eleventh finger, with the specific purpose of putting stamps onto letters

when he was young, used to practice kissing on his grandfather's pet carp "mr. suckles"

his slogan is "friendless oddball"

if it was up to him, scotland would be physically sawn off from the UK, and floated into the north sea. horne stated that "we'll soon find out how much they want independence when all they've got to eat is shortbread"

when his wife shouts at him, he whispers "get lost" under his breath

his children call him "little alex horne"

once got dragged 11 miles through the open country side by holding on to what he believed to be a horse's "fifth leg"

makes up tasks in his jacuzzi, and knows he's got a "good one", because "[his] bald ferret breaks the surface for air"

if he sees the pilot of any plane he boards is a woman, he immediately leaves

once hospitalized himself by doing high kicks to toxic by britney spears

🎶 he says he's over six foot but he's five foot four 🎶 little alex horne! 🎶

without hair would be as physically featureless as one sausage

ran away with a circus, but was sent back home, because he was annoying everyone and upset the animals

at some point nearly every day, he cries

once did a poo in a paddling pool

pretty woman is his favourite film

collects teapots that look like cottages

has no respect for the military, and if any soldier came up to him in public, "[he] could easily have them coz they're all stupid"

his head is shaped like the rubber of a pencil, and his body is shaped like a pencil

statistics are his foreplay and spreadsheets his post-coital cigarette

his wife keeps a pocketful of treats for when he remembers to "do toilet outside"

is single-handedly keeping the plastic shoe industry alive

once wet himself on a train when he was 30

hasn't bought car tax or insurance since the 90's, because he thinks it's an example of "big government"

[waiting-on-a-dream]

Penny for your thoughts?

T2 linagram prisoners let's gooooo @linagram

Akio

Okay, look, I didn't think voting him guilty for the first trial would be so bad until...the second trial happened. I'm sorryyy 😭😭😭 Its not funny anymore, he deserves a break after his injuries and everything.

Oh, but it seems his crime isn't as simple as I thought it was. 👀 Or rather, his dynamic with Arata and his victim. Can't wait to learn more! I really like the idea of Akio being friends with his victim instead of just being jealous of him from afar. Adds flavor, you know? ✨

Aimi

So... What even is going on with her crime? 😭 It seems as though her accomplice killed her classmates, and then she killed him? Her animosity towards Haku is kinda scary honestly, since she's usually so friendly. Its funny to imagine though, because he would not care. I nearly put a heart over "a beast unleashed" because of this, but Aimi hasn't actually done anything aggressive in linagram.

Still can't get over her design and aesthetic. I want her gender so bad. 💖 The popping balloons in her t2 MV were so cool, and it did remind me of Yuno. Can't wait to see her development in t3. 👀

Shun

After what he did to Kei, he's moved from "makes me uneasy" to "actively dislike" in my linagram tier list. Still can't get over the first half of his t2 MV that featured him with so many women. I really thought he had rizz. Turns out it was just an otome game. Its funny to think about that section of the MV being real, but only because they fell in love with an alter of his. His memory problems came from you, so now that you've learned that you're a system, what does this mean for him? 🤣 Guess I'll still headcanon him having DID.

Naomi

Her design is really cute and I do like her conflicted feelings towards her victim because things are rarely so straightforward. 🥲 Her calm demeanor but constant references of inner anger makes me nervous. Adding on to the fact that she's one of the prisoners that would kill again... Ma'am, please go to therapy.

Kei

Kei is that kind of character that you just fall more in love with the more you learn about him. Then again, he hasn't actually revealed a lot about his crime but his backstory instead. His relationship with Eiji will never not be * incoherent sobbing*. I eagerly await more crumbs on Mr and Mrs Sanada as well! 🤲

I didn't think his dynamic with Shun and Eiko could get any worse, but I was wrong. I WAS SO WRONG. Isn't this the man that was supposed to be the most violent prisoner? What happened to him?? Please get him out of there. Somebody save him. #freethesanadas

Eiko

I'll be honest, she's the character that I forget about the most. Which is kind of weird considering she has the most gruesome murder method in undercover, but it might be a metaphor. Her relationship with her mother is interesting, so I'm looking forward to that.

I do love her design though, especially since she looks so much like Iris, hehe. Her style is great, quite alike Yui's.

Asahi

Rin 🤝 Asahi: Getting more sympathetic as milgram continues. They're the true siblings here. 🤣

Asahi is such a menace, but his insults actually work now that he's had enough time to get a read on everybody. Its funny, I'm down for it. His demeanor towards Miki is really cute! At the end of the day, I want them to get better, which is probably impossible given the nature of milgram, but the sentiment is there. They're a little messed up, but they seem like the characters most likely to be able to live a normal, somewhat happy life if they got out of milgram.

Yurika

Still don't know who her victims are, but all will be revealed in due time. Her relationship with her manager is sad but mostly funny. 😂 I'm not sure how to feel about kinning her the most out of all your ocs like the manga hobby, the struggle of being independent hhhhh

Her ability to resort to violence so easily is kind of interesting now that I think about it, considering one of her themes in struggling with independence. You wouldn't expect her to be the violent type after reading most of what we know about her, but it works somehow.

Riku

His t1 designnn 💖💖💖 Eh, I'm not sure if I like his half and half hairstyle for t2. But the part about the white reminding him of his friend was 👌👌 I can't remember what made him choose those colours, but what if...subconsciously, he chose it because it reminded him of his friend? Just kidding! ...Unless? 👀

His complicated relationship with his friend reminds me of Kalim and Jamil in a way, haha. Have I said this before? I wonder if Riku liked his friend at some point, or at least appreciated something about him. His friend didn't seem to have been a good place either. They both should have gone to therapy together smh. 😔

Reina

Its not really that my eyes have been opened, just that she dropped the serial killer act and now I like her a lot more for it. She's also the only prisoner who's bothering to figure out what's going on milgram, so slay queen. I also love her haircut!! I had a similar one earlier this year, and I got a number of compliments so... :D We twinned.

Ahaha, so her victim is her brother... I figured, but I thought her friends were the ones mainly responsible for the murder. Was it more of an accident? Did something go out of hand? Or is Reina just blaming herself because what else can she do? 🥲

Eiji

Yeah, I understand that he is the more unforgiving guard and he did give the t1 prisoners horrible punishments, but he doesn't deserve this 😭😭😭 Why must things keep happening to him? What is wrong with him and his brother? /pos

Also, I'm still curious about his past. 👀 Kei has been dropping a lot of crumbs, but I still need Eiji to fill in the gaps, haha. What do you mean 10yo Eiji had to protect Kei? Wasn't Kei described to be violent in t1? The sanada parents toooo #freethesanadas

Miki

Her relationship with Asahi is so 💖💖 But other than that, I don't have much to say because she's a pretty cut and dry character. Not that there's anything wrong with that! There's just not a lot of mystery surrounding her anymore compared to her coworkers.

I'm also not sure about her savior complex anymore. 🤔 It doesn't appear that much, and her aggressiveness towards some of the prisoners shows that she's either angrier than she lets on or is a bit of a hypocrite imo. I dunno, let's see what she does for t3! :D

Hiyuu

He's only been here for like, 1 and a half vds but I love him already. Being more of a morally grey guard will do it for me. He's just an eepy lil boi. Can't wait to see what he'll do in t3! But his hinted punishment methods are uh 😰 His mask is really scary too.

[chelseacatgirl]

*Note: This pic was drawn back on April 2nd 2023*

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First pic: Before "Heal the Cutie"

Second pic: After "Heal the Cutie"

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Meet my newest Crash Bandicoot OC.

Name: Judith Mouse

Species: Mutated Field Mouse

Gender: Female

Mutated by: Dr. Nefarious Tropy

Voiced by Luci Christian *Rico from Gunslinger Girl*

https://youtu.be/a4UiTQispiI?t=20

Judith is an orphaned Field Mouse child was one of the many Mutants mutated by Dr. N. Tropy that were locked up in one of the abandoned facilities of the Cortex Commandos as his failed attempt to have an army of them as they rejected him for as they refused to be evil, while some others came to work for Nitrus Brio and N. Gin *Something that happened one year before Crash Twinsanity events*, Crash, Coco, and Crunch had freed the many mutants that were against N. Tropy, and Judith was one of them, yet she was too quiet to be noticed and left on her own. She never had friends either.

One year later, after scavenging for food and trying to survive by herself, Judith was taken in by Crooncrool Crumb when she trespassed into his haunted mansion. However, due to the fact Mr. Crumb is very miserly, cruel, friendless, and never intended to have friends, he is very cruel towards her as she lived with him for 3 years.

One day, Crash Bandicoot and his friends, as well as the Cortex Commando Mutants entered Viscount Devil's Treasure Haunt competition to find the mysterious indigo colored crystal, in which secretly he wants for himself as it contains great power, it was the same crystal Mr. Crumb was also going after because he's greedy for treasures.

During the treasure hunt, Judith would befriend Brok the InvestiGator, from another dimension, whose lost memories of Crash and Spyro's dimensions have taken on a sprit form while also having his memories from his dimension intact that were copied over from his true self after he traveled back in time combined with a few other phenomenons, and then meeting Nozomi, Crash, and their friends, becoming her first friends.

She would later leave Mr. Crumb forever and help her new friends and the Cortex Commandos find that crystal before he and the Viscount do after learning it was all the latter's set up.

After Crash stops Mr. Crumb, Brok came in contact with the crystal, turning his spirit form into a physical form, yet he still isn't the true Brok himself, the crystal itself is then rendered powerless.

Judith was then taken to the Refuge Village for Mutants where Brok and Nozomi promised to take care of her, as she gets new clothes from Nozomi that she made herself while she acts as a sister figure towards her as Brok wants to make up for his past mistakes for not being there for Graff for family matters, so he acts as a father figure towards Judith, in which she wants to be a detective when she grows up, all while Brok hopes to see Graff again one day.

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Judith is physically two years younger than Bumpy Woylie.

She really loves to eat cheese.

Occasionally, Vivi Otter would babysit her.

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Judith was inspired by such child characters like 9 year old Rin on Inuyasha *For survival skills*, Eri from My Hero Academia *Having a similar rough past like being abused by their past guardians that are antagonists, but later live in facilities that offer them better lives*, Anne-Marie from All Dogs Go to Heaven, 7 year old Fievel Mousekewitz and 8 year old Tanya Mousekewitz on An American Tail *Design influences*, Olivia Flaversham from Disney's the Great Mouse Detective, and Penny from Disney's the Rescuers, thus how Nicole would have been in DIC's second Sonic the Hedgehog cartoon of the same name AKA SatAM's lost Third Season in her true form and after having her true form restored.

Judith's meeting with Mr. Crumb and her relationship with him was inspired by how Gatomon from the 1999 Continuity of Digimon Adventure met Myotismon as Salamon and how she suffered abuse and despair from those days because of him, only without corrupting the cutie moments.

She was even named after the late Judith Barsi, a child actress who did voice work for Don Bluth films like Ducky in The Land Before Time and Anne-Marie in All Dogs Go to Heaven, she had a rough life and at age 10 had hers and her mother's lives taken from them by her own monster of an abusive father, which happened three years before I was born.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judith_Barsi

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Drawn on ibisPaint X on my Samsung Galaxy Tab A.

Crash Bandicoot Series © Activision

Judith Mouse (c) Me

[nanas-45]

The Evolution of Comics: From Panels to Pop Culture

Comics, or as collectors like to call them, "books," are publications filled with sequential art panels that tell stories, often featuring a mix of dialogue (in those iconic speech bubbles) and narrative text. Whether you're into superhero sagas or indie slices of life, comics are a unique way to tell stories.

The British Roots 🌍

The comic scene kicked off in Britain with Comic Cuts (1890-1953) and earlier with Ally Sloper's Half Holiday in 1884. These early British comics were published around the same time as the darker, edgier penny dreadfuls and the satirical Punch magazine (which gave us the term "cartoon" as we know it today).

Comics Hit the U.S. 🇺🇸

In the U.S., the first American-style comic book, Famous Funnies: A Carnival of Comics, dropped in 1933. It reprinted older comic strips from newspapers, setting the stage for modern comic storytelling. Initially, "comic" referred to humorous strips, but this quickly changed to include a variety of genres like action, fantasy, and sci-fi.

Japan Takes Over the Comic Scene 🇯🇵

Japan holds the crown for the largest comic market—yep, we're talking about manga. By 1995, the manga industry was valued at a jaw-dropping ¥586.4 billion (around $6–7 billion). Fast forward to 2020, and manga hit an all-time high of ¥612.5 billion, fueled by a surge in digital sales.

Structure: What Makes a Comic?

Creating a comic isn’t as easy as it looks. Each page layout, the size and placement of panels, speech bubbles, and even the colors are key to telling a story. From writing and drawing to coloring, every step matters. And in the U.S., we usually refer to ongoing comics as comic books while standalone stories are called graphic novels.

The Evolution of American Comics

American comics date back to the 1840s with the publication of The Adventures of Mr. Obadiah Oldbuck. However, the first modern comic book format emerged in the 1930s with Funnies on Parade. The release of Superman in 1938 officially kicked off the Golden Age of Comics. Superheroes took over the scene, becoming the cultural icons we know today.

Then came the Silver Age in the 1950s, giving us Marvel’s Fantastic Four and Spider-Man. From the 1970s through the mid-1980s, we saw the Bronze Age, with more complex storylines and darker themes. Today, we're living in what some call the Modern Age of comics, which started in the mid-1980s and continues today.

The Comics Code Controversy 📜

In the 1950s, psychiatrist Fredric Wertham went on a crusade against comics, claiming they were corrupting young minds. His book, Seduction of the Innocent, led to a Senate investigation and the formation of the Comics Code Authority, which censored the industry until the 1970s.

Underground & Alternative Comics 🚫✨

By the late 1960s, the underground comix scene exploded. These comics, often sold in head shops or record stores, broke all the rules of mainstream comics. They featured rebellious, often explicit content that touched on sex, politics, and counterculture. Creators like R. Crumb with Zap Comix were leading the charge.

By the late 1970s, the rise of comic book specialty stores made room for "alternative comics" to thrive. Some, like Harvey Pekar's American Splendor, were raw, real-life stories. Others experimented with style and format, pushing the boundaries of what comics could be.

[bestworstcase]

1.4 (the first step) - ozpin drop kicks the kids into the emerald forest to choose relics that will define their fates forever

2.4 (painting the town) - penny is a robot whose intended purpose is to save the world from a secret war (“we’re in a time of peace!”/“that’s not what mr ironwood said”) + roman the stopped clock (government, military, even the schools…)

3.4 (lessons learned) - crumbs of strq lore + never stop moving forward

4.4 (family) - raven warned qrow beacon would fall and first direct mention of the relics.

5.4 (lighting the fire) - ozpin is not the man you think he is + your choice is your own

6.4 (so that’s how it is) - salem annotates the lost fable + and so we must press on

7.4 (pomp and circumstance) - not even ozpin knows what happened to summer + summer would have pressed on

8.4 (fault) - salem tries [briefly] to cajole oscar into telling her where the crown is hidden + confirms allies still at beacon

9.4 (a cat most curious) - an invincible monster who took your mother, and, how am i portrayed?

it’s like

the fourth episode is always tugging, oh so gently, at the thread of where summer rose is now. and why she’s there. and how raven knew that beacon would fall.

and it’s about to hatch

something. abt the cat asking how they’re portrayed

[in-tua-deep]

So I imagine that the kids eventually find out that their moms gave them up, and as they grow older they each grow angrier and angrier at these people they’ve never met. What if at the end of S1 when they all travel back in time they don’t arrive to a place/time that they’re all at the academy again,what if they somehow arrive in a time/place where they meet their mothers and have to pretend to be complete strangers to these women that they find unforgivable?

HMM honestly I can’t see most of them really being angry? On a big level their mothers just,,, don’t matter to them. They probably didn’t even know mothers were a thing until Grace came into their lives, and by the time they got around to learning about the birds and the bees and knew enough to know that Grace couldn’t exactly have brought them all to term, they already knew they’d been bought

and maybe they were angry at first, but they know their circumstances. Their mothers were seven (or six depending on if you think Luther and Five are twins in the show) women who were exceptionally unprepared for what happened to them. 

Honestly that must have been so incredibly traumatic for all of them, they never consented to that pregnancy. They had to give birth, a process that is incredibly painful, when they had no prior knowledge or preparation mental or physical. They didn’t have a choice whether these children came into their lives, and honestly I don’t blame them for giving up the kids - and frankly having them be adopted by a billionaire? Who clearly has enough resources to take care of this child when perhaps you yourself so not?

The question isn’t why Reginald Hargreeves got so many kids, it’s why he got so few. 

I would however be interested in maybe thinking about an au where one or more of the parents looked at the unveiling of the Umbrella Academy and looked at the seven children knowing that one of those kids was theirs and they just stopped a robbery (the one on the end is covered in blood, and some of the robbers are dead and the kids are little soldiers) and them trying to take some kind of action. Any kind of action. Because she thought her child would be safe and provided for, not… this. 

And maybe it’s not out of place in canon. Maybe it’s an attempt that doesn’t work, because Reginald has access to plenty of lawyers. And the mothers terminated their parental rights. No matter how much they try, they can’t touch those kids.

I don’t know I understand that maybe some of the kids are angry. But I think some just… don’t care. These women aren’t in their lives. They aren’t important. They didn’t ask to have these kids, they didn’t have a choice. I can see at least some of the kids being downright empathetic about that - I mean, wasn’t their whole childhood about not having a choice but to obey Reginald Hargreeves? It might not have even occurred to them until they were older that their mothers even had a choice in giving them up, because Reginald is the ultimate authority in their lives.

There are a lot of reasons to give up a baby, and I refuse to think badly of these women for doing so. Not when they had to go through that. Not with how traumatic it must have been. They did not consent to these pregnancies. They did not ask for a child. They were not prepared for a child. They didn’t spend months bonding with a child growing inside them, didn’t go out to buy little onesies and cribs and toys, they didn’t pore over books of baby names, or have a baby shower, or get congratulations from coworkers and friends and family - they didn’t ask for this. That girl from the start of the show was young. She was shy with a boy that she liked and flirting and having fun, and she wasn’t expecting to give birth on the floor in front of all those people in her life, including the boy she liked. 

So maybe they do go back in time, and there’s one of their mothers. And maybe they are angry at this stranger who didn’t want them. But they look at this young woman who gave birth to one of their numbers, and they see how young she is. See how she smiles and laughs without a care. Maybe she’s still in school. Maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s working, working hard, she’s passionate about her career. Maybe she already has a family, maybe she has a husband or wife and maybe they already have kids or maybe they don’t. Maybe she’s helping take care of her parents who need assistance. Maybe she’s on her own in a shithole apartment and yeah it’s shitty but it’s hers and she’s out on her own and she’s independent and she worked so hard to get to this points.

My point is, they see their mothers, and they’re incredibly human. These women? They have lives. They have friends. They have family. And maybe they were angry, but they look at these women in their normal regular lives and think - how would I handle it? If I had a baby thrust upon me, right here, right now, with 0 foreknowledge and preparation, would I be able to take care of them? Would I keep them? If a billionaire swooped in and was able to make it all just - go away, wouldn’t I take him up on that?

Honestly I don’t think all of those children were bought. He probably got some of the kids for free, from mothers who weren’t willing to put a price on a baby’s head but were equally relieved to have someone to make it all go away. For this man who is obviously of means who has the funds to take care of a baby. Children are expensive, after all. That day would have been one of the most traumatic of their lives, wouldn’t you want to pretend it didn’t happen?

For this purpose i’m going to say Luther and Five aren’t twins and that there are seven individuals

So yeah, they meet their mothers. They pretend to be strangers and chat to these women. They find out that Luther’s mother is the first in her family to go to college, on a scholarship. She’s got big dreams and even bigger plans for her life. They learn that Diego’s mother is the eldest of four children and she’s very responsible, helping her parents out. She picks up her youngest sister from school and walks her home every day, she helps her siblings with their homework and cooks and cleans when her own parents are too tired to do so. They can barely make ends meet, but they’re close knit and they care about one another. A new mouth to feed on top of all of that would have been a terrible burden to bear (and Reginald’s money could put her siblings through college, she can make sure her parents don’t have to work as hard, that they can have some security, and all it costs is a baby she doesn’t even know). They learn that Allison’s mother is a leader among her peers, confident and social and outgoing. She’s climbing the ranks at work, confident and working hard to prove herself to all the people around her who say she can’t do it. She’s got her whole life ahead of her, and there’s no room in it for a baby. Not yet. Not now, when she has so much to do, so much to work towards. Maybe in the future, but not now when she has so much to lose and no one to help her.

They meet Klaus’s mother, who has clawed out a place for herself in the world with her own two hands. She has no one, she has her apartment and the two jobs she’s working and she’s going to make it no matter what just to prove everyone else wrong. They meet Five’s mother, who ran away from home when she was a kid and she’s putting herself through school going to night classes and working during the day. She runs on just as much spite as Klaus’s mother, but she has people. She’s stubborn and furious at the world, but she loves as furiously as she does anything else. She didn’t run alone, her little brother is with her. He’s in high school and she would sacrifice everything to make sure he has a future. She fought for custody of him, and she won, and she won’t do anything to jeopardize what little stability she has fought to give him.

They meet Ben’s mother, who has someone important in her life. They’re in love, but they have to keep it quiet. She loves her girlfriend, loves every stolen kiss and every moment they hold hands beneath tables. They plan to run away together, they’re saving up and they’re going to get a house together far away from everything that holds them down. They have plans. They barely have enough money scraped together for themselves, let alone a baby. A baby she knows her family won’t love, won’t want to take care of. They barely love her. They meet Vanya’s mother, who is afraid. She knows her family. They won’t love this child, born out of wedlock. She can’t make it on her own. She’s too young. She can’t support herself, let alone a child. She loves her family, she loves them, but they don’t understand her. They’ll take care of this child out of a sense of obligation perhaps, but they won’t love her. (They wouldn’t let her take care of her daughter anyway, would sweep it under the rug, maybe pretend that her daughter was her little sister. She wouldn’t get to raise her daughter, no matter what she chooses. And at least maybe this man, this rich man, wants her - and that’s important)

They meet their mothers, and learn about them, and they know Reginald. It isn’t these women’s fault, they didn’t choose this. They didn’t ask for this. And even if they did spend nine months carrying these children in their bodies, even if they were aware and prepared and knew what they were getting into, that still doesn’t mean that they were required to keep the kids. 

So maybe they are angry, when they arrive. But that anger doesn’t survive contact, because these women are just… people. They’re smart and funny and sarcastic and irritating and passionate and spiteful and they’re so very very human. They have jobs, and families, and friends, and lives. 

The Umbrella Academy arrived on a day like any other, the only remarkable thing was that their mothers weren’t pregnant when the day began. They arrived to a world that wasn’t prepared for them. To mothers who weren’t prepared for them. To mothers who had their own problems, their own reasons. 

And now the Umbrella Academy gets to learn them. 

Gets to see Luther’s mother who’s still in school, who can’t take care of a baby and complete her studies. Maybe she could have, if she was prepared. But she was taken by surprise. Gets to see Diego’s mother swing her and her sister’s hands between them as they walk back from school, hand-me-down clothes and worn out shoes. They’re living paycheck to paycheck, and babies are expensive. Gets to see Allison’s mother, a career woman, who doesn’t have time for a baby and doesn’t want a baby. She has a life, and a plan, and she knows what she wants. 

Gets to see Klaus’s mother, who has clawed out a place for herself and herself alone. She’s supporting herself, she can’t support a baby on top of that. (and it’s not the baby’s fault, but her body was supposed to be hers, and she can’t help but hate what was forced upon her - she didn’t want to have a baby, didn’t want to go through that). Gets to know Five’s mother, who loves her little brother so fiercely and is so terribly proud of him. She worries over him and hangs his report cards on the fridge and neither of them speak about the home they left behind. She puts him first. Her brother comes before a squalling infant she didn’t ask for. They’re finally getting their footing, getting in a good spot. She can’t jeopardize that. She won’t. 

Gets to see Ben’s mother, who is so in love and so ready to leave. A baby would be a chain, tying her down, making her have to stay because she can’t do it alone and she’s in love and their relationship isn’t ready for a baby. Gets to see Vanya’s mother, who is responsible and a member of the community. She swims. She flirts with a cute boy she wants to like her. She figures this baby has the best chance at life away from her, in a home that isn’t hers. She’s a nice girl, she wants to do what’s best, and she believes giving the baby up was the right thing to do.

Maybe they built their mothers up in their minds. These terrible women who would give their child to Reginald Hargreeves. But they didn’t know. They thought the babies would be cared for, why wouldn’t they? 

The moral of this experience, the result of this time travel, is that they learn about the reasons someone can have for giving up a child. They learn that these abstract women in their thoughts are real people, with real lives, who make real mistakes.

They’re not monsters. They’re not evil. They’re frightened people who don’t know what’s happening to them, what’s happened to their bodies. None of them asked for this. None of them knew what was happening. It was painful, and frightening, and it wasn’t their fault.

And the kids have to realize that.

[armandyke]

I’m half awake but if you say “Diego” in a certain way it sounds like “the-egg-hoe” and the more I think about that the more it makes sense

Grace knew what she was doing

[tryhoney-moved]

Ur so Pretty!

aw thank you!!!!!!!! i wear lots of make up!!!!!!!

[eddapoetic]

A flurry spins in her wake, the eve turned circus for all its newly realised fools whilst their audacious guest exits swiftly stage left - her work here, finished. Improvised and controversial, as the best are wont to be. By the time the hosts have caught their bearings, the trespassing culprit is already mid-vault over the yard's opposing wall, hands and feet having effortlessly scaled the brick as though the rest of her weighed nothing at all, a veritable bird in flight from the scene of her criminal faux pas. As she swings herself, catching wind like wings underneath, her sights cast back for mere a moment, starry eyes set on distant, slender night--

And then she's gone, just as inexplicably as she'd come.

Or at least, that's what the constables will say.

For all their barks and houndly sleuthing, the guards turn up less than a handful of crumbs after the disturbance of an otherwise perfectly forgettable bash, finding neither scent nor trail of their impeccably clad interloper beyond the path of delicious carnage scattered from her descent, little meats and sauces strewn across the dress of the lawn and partygoers alike. She almost contemplates making demands of compensation, seeing as she went so out of her way to waiter for dear Mr. Byron and all. Perhaps that's why she lingers, past the fall of dusk, watching the guests steadily trickle and disperse towards the streets, even knowing she could be well out of the city by now. Knowing it would probably have been the more sensible choice, with the law snapping their ugly jaws at her heel. Or... a few feet behind it. An embarrassingly modest distance, really.

They give up searching the grounds long before they turn her up, where she'd no further slipped away but doubled around, gotten comfortable, and stayed, longer still than she had any rhyme or reason to. Crossing the estate hadn't been the plan at all (what semblance there ever was of one) and yet now she feels drawn. A certain je nais sais quoi calling her back to the mansion. The open glass panes up above, so invitingly careless, beckoning her in. She'd seen the good lord leave in a huff, before. Surely a peek to sate her curiosity would be no less than she is due.

She's a single long leg over the threshold - the same rosy-stained drag from before now inelegantly straddling the windowframe - when she realizes the premises are not, in fact, as vacant as she'd hoped. Hears the telltale creak of floorboards a tad too alarming close and snaps her gaze up just in time to see the unmistakable motion of a figure down the hall, turning her way. She freezes. Stilled at once in the midst of breaking and entering and pinned awkwardly on the precipice of the second-story window, racing her mind. They're too quiet to be the watch. Too fine to be the maid. A silhouette of as many trappings as a minoan maze. The lady of the house? For a moment she thinks she might've somehow miraculously evaded notice - and then she looks right at her.

Caught in the act.

To her dubious credit she does manage to look somewhat struck by her discovery, almost startled, as if she's somehow just as surprised to be there as she is to be found. She blinks dumbly back at the other woman with a widened eye and stunned poise, waiting for the other penny to drop and send her stumbling back down onto the lawn. Then the candlelight flickers with a dawn of familiarity, illuminating her company's features, and suddenly the would-be burglar's lips bloom into a smile.

"Well, fancy running into you again, lass." Her voice breaks the silence, light like the gentle dim of the moon outside, and smooth like the silken drapes boldly framing her second blatant trespass that very same night. "Come here often?"

There is always a positively dreadful stuffiness about these big gatherings Lewis prides himself in hosting whenever he is back for a spell. There is never any dancing, for their estate is fairly modest in the eyes of high society and they have no room for such a thing. Instead, when the weather forgives, they usher the guests outside to a carefully curated garden, trimmed within an inch of its life. Her wildflowers, gone! All throughout its sizeable plot there are round tables dressed in embroidered linen, a pyramid of champagne flutes like a chandelier, tiny, ornate amuse-bouche daintily displayed in the finest silverware they had to show. There is a whole hog leg and a footman with a knife in hand, slicing off pink strips of smoked meat for passing guests – "That one came from Spain", her husband brags. "Brought it myself."

The pig, not the man.

The house floods with people she doesn't know. After the fifth 'How do you feel about the war, ma'am?' she dumbs it down and redirects the question to her husband, her annoyance manifesting in the pinching tension above her eyebrow that morphs into a dull headache. She much prefers the smaller events, the dinners by the fire, the nights smoking in the study. She likes the young soldiers and their wives, likes them shamelessly while Lewis nervously looks on, ready to chastise her for causing a scene, as if she would ever let him have that satisfaction.

Alas, Valerie ought to find something to carry her through the evening that isn't a fine bottle of cognac – though that is advisable and necessary in moderation. She surveys the crowd from a strategic, lonesome corner by the stairs, inevitably startling the help whenever they come down. The motivation to put in any effort is nil, and the lady eventually stands idle long enough to drift off into a dissociative state, languidly fanning herself while observing the falling of the night above. Her evening dress mirrors the skyline in dark inky mauve with black tule sleeves, her hands left bare as usual, having always detested the idea of staining a good pair of gloves while trying to eat appetisers.

It is thanks to this privileged perch over the garden that Mrs. Byrne follows everything that goes down from the moment some poor lost soul leaps over their fence and crash lands spectacularly on the desserts table. Though the strident noise of glass shattering causes her to jump out of her daze, Valerie makes otherwise no effort to intervene or move away. She watches as the chaos erupts in the blink of a devil's eye, guests scurrying to the sidelines, staff crying out in shock, brave men of battle rendered useless by surprise and standing around doing very little to stop the trespasser. Law was on it, it seemed, though the wheezy bunch of vermillion-faced gentlemen can hardly keep up with the sprightly creature of undefined features but, and having now the rather abrupt chance to look up close, Valerie would guess too pretty to be a lad. Oh no, not with that waist, not with those lips–

Her eyes widen in equal parts shock and glee as she is taken voluntary hostage of this party-crasher, swept into a full, perfect circle, whisked right off her feet. Hadn't she wanted to dance? Mischief incarnate, this one, giving her but a second of their time and then disappearing again in a flutter of coat tails, dropping the Lady of the house into the embrace of a flustered, breathless officer. Thinking back, she was sure ladies in Antiquity had become with child for less.

"Mrs. Byrne! Dear, my dear, are you quite alright?" It's Lewis, rushing to pluck her from supporting arms in between shouts aimed at his staff to mitigate the damage done. A copper coil of hair had sprung free from his carefully waxed fringe, she liked to think by sheer annoyance alone. He had a wildness to him that offered Valerie a glimpse of what he might look like out there in the field – truly, a pity they were married and she knew him too well.

"Yes, yes, I–" The wave of vertigo that had washed over her at last fades into stillness again and she takes her eyes off the promising horizon where the mysterious figure had sought freedom in. Her husband holds her up by the shoulders like one would a stumbling toddler or a thieving cat, searching for signs of distress. His property, then his wife?! Valerie, however, appears disturbingly calm. She has lost her drink and the black plume fan, and her hand was now covered in sticky morsels of trifle that she inspects with almost childish curiosity. A deafening silence falls when she brings one delicate digit to her lips and tentatively sucks on the strawberry pulp coating it.

Lewis's countenance blinks between concern and disgust.

"Charles? Fetch the Lady's maid at once!"

[theseance1968]

Omg ur So Pretty!

naw thank you! 

[glowingtithe]

Hey, I saw your post. Do you want to talk about it?

not to be Like That but if you wanna hear abt my Trauma™ u can dm me 

[celerysimpnartz]

Tap the image for better quality 🤡

[bravemercutio]

Omg ur So Pretty and I Love your hair!

Oh my gosh thank you! This is so sweet 💖💖

[fixation-central]

not jsut romantic relationships

any relationships

I love when people act like Reginald Hargreeves would be homophobic. Lmao no he wouldn't be

[charliedawn]

How would you save Freddy ?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been informed of a very important addition to our daily news..We are in red alert. The patients of St Louis have escaped. I repeat, the patients of St Louis have escaped. I invite all of you to stay home and close your doors. These individuals are extremely dangerous and if you have any idea of their whereabouts, I strongly suggest you to call the police immediately. Among the patients who escaped there are : Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, the Joker, Kevin Wendell Crumb and the cannibal clown Brothers : Pennywise and Penny. Do not try to approach them or make contact.."

You shut the TV and sigh loudly before looking down at your phone to see the screen flash, meaning that someone is trying to reach you. You hesitate to answer it, as all of the phone calls you had had the past few weeks were from the hospital, asking you to come back..but you couldn't. Not after what happened..But, the number that appears is not one that you know and you decide to answer it.

" Hello ?"

" Hi, Y/N. It's Liam."

You smile at the familiar voice and ask eagerly.

" Liam ! Are you back already ?!"

There is a long silence on the other end of the line before he replies in a hushed tone. You hear people shouting orders and running past him in panic.

" Yes. But, things are a bit crazy now. The authorities are all trying to search for the slashers, but it's like they have completely vanished. Even the car is missing. Plus, a lot of people are interested in the only one who hasn't vanished. They're convinced that he knows where they are. We are all heavily watched and I'm not sure that it's wise for us to meet before things calm down around here."

You feel a lump in your throat at the news and sigh heavily before nodding understandingly, even if he can't see you.

" I know..I should be with Freddy right now but, they don't allow me to talk to him. He's in one of the old cells. No nurse, just soldiers or the police are allowed to get near him. This is why I thought you could help me."

Liam sighs and you nearly hear him think about a plan. Finally, he asks you.

" Do you have any friends left in the hospital ?"

You are about to say no when you remember having discussed with two or three people at a party, people that could actually help..Your best friend among them.

" I..I can maybe try to get in. But, they'll never let me get out with him. And if he indeed knows where the slashers are ? He's the only chance we have to get them back."

Liam takes a moment to answer you, you can hear his own fear in his voice.

" Talk to your friends. I'll see what I can do about getting you out."

He hangs up rather abruptly and you're left with only your determination to comfort you. You need to help the slashers, you couldn't leave them..You have to find a way, somehow.

At St Louis :

Freddy isn't someone that is easily locked away..and even though, he still finds himself in his current situation. He has been for a few weeks now. Drinking the same water, eating the same gruesome porridge, seeing the same soldiers everyday..He will never admit it, but he misses his little bunch of homicidal psychos..He also misses you. He looks up when he hears the familiar sound of keys in the cell's locks and soon, some guards open his cell to grab him harshly and drag him outside. He can't even walk anymore..They've been administrating him drugs after drugs, so much that he sometimes forgets his own name. He soon ends up in a circular room where two gentlemen wait for him to sit down to begin. Freddy doesn't remember their names, but he calls them Mr Black and Mr White. They start off directly with the question they've been asking him for the past few sessions.

" Where are the slashers ?"

And like the many other times they asked, he doesn't say anything. He glares at them and one of the men sighs before getting out a remote and pushing a button that sends Freddy to the floor, convulsed because of the electricity coursing through his veins. It takes at least a few minutes before Freddy can stand up again. They ask the question again, and again he doesn't answer..The punishment is the same. After the fifth time, Mr White admits :

" This is all getting rather tedious, Mr Krueger. Well..Since physical punishment doesn't work. How about we ask that nice little nurse of yours ? See how she will react to the electric shocks, mmh ?"

That earns a reaction from Freddy that stands up with a low animalistic growl, but is forced to sit back down by two bulky soldiers.

" Don't you dare touch her you bastards !"

He threatens them in a low and hoarse voice, but they don't seem to care as one of them even sneers at him.

" Really ? The great Freddy Krueger, getting all worked up about some b*tch ?"

At that, Freddy jumps to his feet and stares down at the men with pure hatred in his eyes, not even budging when the soldiers try to make him sit down again.

" None of you seem to understand, I would die for that "b*tch". I would go to Hell and back if it meant she would live another day. You know why ? Because she gave me something priceless. She gave me hope.."

They both seem amused by his answer as Mr Black replies mockingly.

" Really, Freddy ? Hope ? You're nothing more than a criminal, and a bad one at that since you're the only one who got caught..Must be hard, to be the one left behind ?"

Freddy sees red and screams in rage before jumping on the one who had spoken to wrap his hands around his throat. But, before he could kill him, some other soldiers enter the room to restrain him and a few policemen come to help them as well as Freddy struggles to break free and yells:

" I'll kill you ! I'll kill you all ! I'm not locked in here with you ! You're locked in here with me !"

He then breaks into a fit of maniacal giggles as he is brought back to his cell. The two men stand up again and Mr Black asks one of the nurses to double the dose of his drugs.

" But, sir..That would kill him.."

The nurse argues, but Mr White yells.

" I don't care what it does to this a**h*le ! Fry his brains out if you have to ! Just, make him answer our damn questions !"

The nurse reluctantly nods before leaving the room. When she is out of earshot, she finally leans back against a wall and looks up to pray.

" I'm sorry, my lord..I don't have the strength.."

However, suddenly, her phone rings and she tries to get back her composure before answering.

" Yes ?"

" Eva ? It's Y/N. I need you to meet me at the end of your shift. Do you know the bar named Cassidy ?"

Eva takes a moment to answer, since she hadn't heard your voice since..well..before the incident. But, she still smiles and nods.

" Yes. I know it."

" Good. I'll see you then."

You then hang up and Eva is left with her syringe and takes a big breath before walking towards the cells. She stops in front of Freddy's cell and he looks up at her with a fragile smile.

" Nurse Cuddles..I was wondering when you would come to say hi."

But then, his jovial expression darkens when he sees the syringe in her hand. Eva forces herself to smile and open the cell.

" Hi Freddy..I'm sorry. They sent me."

He looks up at Eva's face and can't help but smile sadly.

" I know. Doesn't mean I'm not happy to see an old face.."

Eva blinks her tears away and look up, she couldn't meet Freddy's eyes, and takes a deep inspiration. She then looks down at the man and bites her lower lip to stop it from quivering. Freddy understands her hesitancy and takes her hands to stop them from shaking.

" I don't blame ya, Eva. I know what you have to do. If you don't do it, they'll come after you. Come on, old Freddy can take it."

He tries to reassure her, but that only makes it worse as she breaks into tears and collapses on the ground.

" I'm sorry ! I can't !"

Freddy takes pity on the poor girl and gently holds her while petting the top of her head affectionately.

" I know..I know.."

He sees the syringe and takes it. Eva's eyes widen, thinking he would either break it or use it on her..But, he surprises her by plunging it into his own skin. She quickly gets up to retrieve the syringe, but the liquid is already circulating in his veins.

" Freddy ! Freddy ! Wake up ! Come on !"

She screams, but his eyes slowly close and Eva falls with him. She panics when she doesn't hear his heart beating and screams again.

" Someone ! Please ! Come and help him !"

Other nurses and armed guards come in and Eva is dragged away from Freddy. She tries to struggle out of their grip, but can only watch as they try to revive Freddy's heart. Thankfully, one of the doctors arrive and succeed in saving Freddy. But, when Eva calls his name, he doesn't react. He only looks at her with an empty stare that chills her to the bone. It scares her and she walks away. She gets back to the dressing room and tries to calm down her ragged breath while looking at herself in the mirror. She feels hot tears rolling down her cheeks and then looks at her phone. She wipes her tears away and changes quickly before heading out to Cassidy.

In the bar you had first came with Liam :

" I need your help."

You say and Eva doesn't even let you finish before shouting.

" Okay, you've convinced me. I will help you."

You look at her with an appreciative smile, enjoying her spontaneous answer. However x you see something else in her eyes, guilt ? But it quickly disappears and you turn towards Victor that waits silently for an explanation.

" I need your help to free Freddy. He's the only one who knows where the other slashers are and we need to get to them before anyone else. They're in danger."

Victor doesn't say anything for a while, only scratching his chin pensively.

" In the hypothesis that I do help you, what guarantees me that your plan will even work ? And why would I even be interested in releasing another dangerous individual when I know exactly what they're capable of ?"

He crosses his arms expectantly and you sigh before looking up pleadingly at him.

" Please..You're the only one who can help him. Just, hear me out. I know that you all are attached to the slashers. This is why I asked you to come. You've seen what they're doing to him.."

Victor seems hesitant. He knows that they could change..but helping the only one remaining escape ? That is a whole other thing. However, Amita is the first to speak.

" I'm in. I miss Michael. But darling, you have to understand that there may be consequences. Are you willing to risk everything you have to save them ? The ones who created that hospital are powerful. They won't stop until they have all the slashers back in the facility and us all behind bars."

You take a big breath before nodding.

" I know. It's a big sacrifice I'm asking all of you..but I promise you that I will owe you after this. I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important. Please. Help me."

You plead and Victor's gaze softens as he sees your desperate face. He looks at Amita that only laughs.

" What are you looking at me for ?! I am going too. Heck, I was in it before she even called me."

Victor opens his mouth, dumbfounded, before finally shaking his head with an exasperated smile.

" Okay..I can't believe I'm saying this, but what's the plan ?"

You smile widely at their common agreement and lean in to explain it all.

A few hours later :

" Sam ! What's up, my man ?!"

Amita enters the caretaker's room with a small seductive smile and a box of cookies that she puts in front of him.

" How's your son ? Still working on his motorcycle ?.."

As she distracts him, you enter with Victor and make your way through the east wing of the hospital to the cells. You manage to enter with Victor's key card to Freddy's cell. However, what you see in there cuts your breath as you see in what state poor Freddy is in. He is covered in bruises and dry blood, one of his eyes is closed shut and he barely has the strength to look up at you. You feel your blood boiling in your veins in anger at the sight and grip the bars tightly as Freddy seems to absent-mindedly look you up and down, as if he couldn't recognize you.

" Freddy..It's me. It's Y/N.."

You whisper, your voice shaking because of the tears that threaten to spill at any minute. But, Freddy's eyes seem dead, he only stares at you and tilts his head to the side a little. You hiccup a sob at the most expressive of slashers, now reduced to a vegetative state. You grit your teeths before taking out Eva's keys to open Freddy door.

" Hold on, Freddy..I'm coming."

You succeed in opening the door and rush in by his side, but he doesn't even look at you.

You wave your hand in front of Freddy's face, hoping for any reaction. But he seems lost and stares straightforward. You crouch in front of him and his glassy eyes lower to look through you, as if you aren't there. You cover your mouth with your hand to cover your sobs and gently run your other hand on his cheek tenderly.

" Freddy ?..Come on. You're the most stubborn son of a b*tch I know. You can't let them win.."

He blinks several times, but doesn't move or talk, he just keeps staring with these dead man's eyes and you lower your head, the sight being too painful for you. After a moment, Victor puts his hand on your shoulder apologetically.

" We need to go, Y/N. I'm sorry.."

You sniffle and wipe your tears before nodding.

" Yeah..You're right.."

You help Victor roll the hospital bed inside.

" Come on. Hop on. We don't have much time. The guards won't be knocked out for long."

Freddy looks at the bed, but doesn't move and you are forced to drag him and lie him down on it. Victor covers him with a white sheet and you both roll him him out of the cells area to the gates. However, to your surprise, you see that one of the guards is still up, his cookie filled with sleeping powder laying on a napkin near her. She looks up at you both when she hears you coming and stands up to ask in a firm and unbending tone.

" Hey ! You two ! What are you doing here ?!"

You freeze, but fortunately, Victor steps up with a charming smile.

" Hi ! I'm Dr Victor Wilson. The coroner. I was informed that one of the patients past away tonight and got assigned the tedious task of discarding of the body. You know how it is, Suzanne !"

The woman frowns suspiciously and glances at the covered body.

" You know the drill. I need to see that the patient is truly dead. It's procedure."

Dr Wilson nods before giving you a look to warn you to stay put as he uncovers Freddy. The guard inspects Freddy, giving him a quick up and down check-up before finally sighing and taking a step back.

" Really, Wilson ? At midnight ? They really don't let you rest, huh ?"

He lets out a small laugh before shaking his head.

" No rest for the wicked..Now, I just want to be done with it and get back to my bed."

Suzanne nods before opening the gates to your relief. Victor covers Freddy again before helping you get him out where Eva is waiting for you in a truck. You manage to get him in and only relax when the gates are truly shut. You lean back against the cold inner surface of the truck and wait for Eva to drive away before uncovering Freddy once again. The transformation is nearly immediate: his pale face shifts into a seriously burned one and his clothes also change to his usual ones and his hand gloved by the very sharp blades attached with brown leather. However, his eyes are still glassy and unfocused. You gently make him sit up and face you.

" Oh Freddy..I'm so sorry..I should have been there.."

Your eyes fall on his fedora and you smile through your tears before taking it and putting it back on his head.

" Here. Now, you're all dressed to kill."

You laugh a little, trying to make Freddy react to your awful joke, but even that doesn't seem to snap him out of it. Your smile turns sour and you instinctively reach for the pendant hanging around your neck. You rub it with your thumb to give you comfort and, to your surprise, you feel Freddy's hand moving to grab yours.

" Y...Y/N ?"

He finally utters, his eyes letting out a glimpse of recognition and his hand slowly closes around yours.

" Yes ! Yes ! It's me !"

You cry in joy and wrap your hands around his neck. Freddy lets out a soft gasp of surprise before chuckling in your neck as he hugs you back.

" I knew you wouldn't leave me.."

He whispers and you only tighten your embrace as a response.

" Sorry to cut this heartwarming moment, but we're here."

Eva points out and you reluctantly stand back to look outside. A small wooden cabin where you could see Amita's car parked in the outside, as well as another one. You all get out and you see Amita and Liam get out of the cabin. You stand still for a moment when you see each other, Liam hasn't changed and he automatically asks you worriedly.

" Are you alright ?"

Before you could answer, Freddy does it for you.

" I'm feeling amazing ! Glad to see that you're still alive, general Douche.."

He snickers at the old nickname and Liam can't help but roll his eyes.

" Freddy..Don't make me regret helping saving you and your buddies.."

Freddy only shrugs his shoulders and walks past him with his middle finger raised.

" Yeah. Still a douche.."

Liam ignores him and you ask him urgently.

" Are they all here ?"

His focus comes back to you and he nods affirmatively.

" Just as you asked, they're all inside."

You nod before walking inside where Five's siblings are all waiting. When they see you enter, they all stand up except the one you remember as Allison.

" Hello. I brought you all here to talk about Five."

Klaus' eyes shot up at the name of his brother and he smiles before asking excitedly.

" Our little psycho is back ?"

You smile sadly and shake your head.

" No. I am sorry. In fact, I want your help."

At that, Allison snorts and you look at her with a confused frown.

" Let me guess..Five caused havoc and we have to fix it, as per usual ?"

She says drunkenly before using her small umbrella to twirl it around her drink. You can't help but feel melancholic and she notices.

" What ?"

She asks defensively, but you only smile and shake your head to get rid of the images of Five doing the exact same thing a few weeks ago.

" Nothing..It's just that..it's something that Five used to do a lot. He always put the little umbrella in his drink.."

Her eyes widen at your words and she stays still for a moment before her eyes fill with tears and she knocks the drink off the table.

" He left us ! Again ! He disappears one day and suddenly barges in our lives years later ! The same young boy that we remember with no reasonable explanation whatsoever ! He promised us he would never leave us again ! Just when we thought he was getting better, he unexpectedly disappears again ! It's not fair ! It's not fair that he gets to do that to us ! It's not fair that we care about him, even though he clearly doesn't give a sh*t about us !"

Luther wraps his arms around Allison to calm her down and she cries in his arms. You feel bad for the family, it must be hard for them..This is why you can't leave them in the dark any longer on Five's true nature. You can't let them blame him anymore.

" You're wrong. Five cares. He always cared about you.."

All of the siblings look up at you with surprise, but you don't let it destabilize you and continue.

" Five couldn't stop talking about you. He wanted you to be proud of him. He wanted you to stay safe and this is why he accepted to stay at St Louis. But now, someone has him and he needs his family more than ever. He believed in you. This is why, I'm asking for your help. I'm going to save Five, but for that, I need help. Will you help me ?"

They look at each other with uncertainty, but the one named Diego stands up to nod in agreement.

" Five can be a pain, but he's our brother. He's family. We will help you.."

You smile appreciatively and shake your hands in agreement. Tanya stands up as well, but quickly turns away to walk towards the kitchen.

" Something tells me we have many things to discuss. I'll put on a pot of coffee."

[slumpedbunni]

HAPPY MCD ANNIVERSARY!!!

6 years ago, a mcyt popped up onto my recommended on youtube.

i clicked a video, “New World | Minecraft Diaries [S1: Ep. 1] Roleplay Adventure!”

and from then on, my life changed. i know it sounds stupid, but minecraft diaries and aphmau in general changed me.

i know i yell at aphmau a lot, lest it be for plot holes, unexplored characters, awful character development, or even just taking out laurance, she was and always will be my favorite youtuber.

so in this moment, I just wanted to say, thank you so much Jess, for everything you made me into today.

it’s hard to believe it’s been six years since i first clicked on an aphmau video and i’m glad i never once abandoned it.

that story will forever be one of my favorites,

awful writing and all.

i love you, to every single character.

(i will name every character now so i can cry later)

Aaron Lycan

Abby the Golden Heart

Able

Alina

Alfredo

Alexis

Amethyst

Amber

Aphmau

Arei

Ariel

Arista

Asmund

Ava

Ayumu

Azura

Balder

Balto

Barret

Blaez

Blaze

Bigglesworth (Owly <3)

Bodolf

Boss (Theives guild)

Brenden

Brian

Cadenza

Calku

Capt. Dockram

Captain Isaac

Carla

Castor The Chicken Shaman

Celestia

Cloud

Cookie (R.I.P cookie </3)

Corey

Crumb

Cuddlezilla

Dale

Damian

Dante

Dell

Demon Warlock

Demytrix

Dmtri

Donna

Dr. Bees

Dr. Doctor

Eastern Wolf Tribe

Eirina

Elder Wolf

Elder Wyvern

Embrera

Emma

Emmalyn

Enki

Ethan

Esmund

Falter

Fenrir

Flipper (Albino dolphin from episode 2/3)

Gabriel

Gaia

Gale

Gali

Garroth

Garte

Gary (orange boob dude)

Gavin

Gene

Glenda

Helen

Hailey

Honf

Hyria

Inn Keep

Irene

Isabell

Issa

Ivan

Ivy

Jacob

James

Janus (The Scythe dude)

Jeforry

Jenna

Jibby

Jiggy (R.I.P)

Joh

John

Joyce

Kaguhf

Katelyn

Katherine

Kawaii-Chan

Kenmur

Kennet

Khira

Kiki

Kimi-Chan

Kiva

Kul’Zack

Kuka

Kyle

Laurance (<333)

Lello

Levin

Leona

Lilith

Lillian

Lily (Aaron’s dead wife, not Lillian)

Liochant

Lo

Logan

Lola

Lord Burt

Lord Hayden

Lord Janna

Lord Luke

Lord of Scaleswin

Lord Puu

Louvel

Lowell

Luca

Lucien

Lucinda

Luna (Celestia’s Mom)

Lunar

Lyra

Maccon

Malichi

Malik

Malus

Matilda

McCloud

Meowki

Meowki II

Meowki II

Merida (Saltiest bitch 2015-2016)

Memphia

Michi

Mikai

Mino

Mira

Mittens (Crazy Cat Lady’s Huge Cat)

MIghwnt Jr.

Molly

Mr. Sanders

Nekoette

Nicole

Nuntis

O’khasis Guard(s)

Old Fisherman (From Nahkra Village)

Oldam

Oliver

Paul

Penny

Phelan

Phoenix (R.I.P)

Puma (R.I.P)

Queen Ylva

Raven

Roco

Rose

Rollo

Roxy

Samos

Sasha

Shad

Sean Connery

Sota

Tahnavul

Tala

Tarnak

The Baker (From Neapolitan Village)

The Librarian (^)

The Blacksmith (^^)

Thomas

Thorgi (Best Dog 2015-2016)

Thorgina

Tifa

Todd

Trall

Travis

Ty

Ulger

Ulrich

Ungrth (WHEN I TELL YOU I CRIED SO HARD)

Urla (Crazy Cat Lady)

Xavier

Visher (RIP, first death of MCD)

Vince

Vincent

Vylad

Yancie

Yip

Yuffie

Zack (Cadenza’s Guard)

Zane

Zenix

Zianna

Zoey