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ughtyrell · 1 month ago
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Still thinking about my sociopath Vanya/Viktor AU.
Tbh I don't know if she is one, the whole idea is just people assuming she is based off of her siblings thoughts and comments on her. Which, do paint her in a certain light, whether they meant to or not, having genuinely believed she is mentally ill, or just said careless things that could come off supporting the idea.
I can see Luther, believing resolutely when Reginald told him that his sister was weak minded and that lead to sickness taking over her mind. That's why she wasn't allowed near them because she wouldn't be able to handle it. Could harm her fragile mind further. So he never questioned quiet little Seven, never felt bad for secluding her from all the other siblings because, it was for her own good. He was protecting her because she needed it.
Diego never thought much of his sister, she was there and that was that. Sometimes she was even fun when they were teenagers and could talk about music. He remembers her harsh attitude when they were little but honestly seeing Vanya/Viktor now, he had trouble believing his own memories. Until the book came out. Then he couldn't believe he doubted himself and becomes convinced Vanya/Viktor never really changed. She was just better at hiding it when she no longer had Dad's vigil, over bearing protection after she got medicated.
Allison never begrudge her sisters actions truly. She gets that having power, especially she assumes for her ordinary sibling, can get to your head. So having Reginald ready to wack down any of their siblings if she shed a few tears? She could understand. She forgives even more when she realizes her sister was just sick, mentally ill and needed help to deal with feelings like that because she couldn't handle them. When Vanya/Viktor becomes medicated and quieter, she assumes that's it. She's fixed, or better than before. She hears from Reginald years later her sister is kept on a personal medication plan and has a therapist, she is relieved and lets it go.
Klaus honestly doesn't give a shit most of the time. Mentally Ill sister? Ha, he'd be insane if he wasn't so high, though people still call him crazy anyway. So he has no place to judge. Plus, anyone would be a bit crazy after living in Reginalds house hold. He doesn't blame his little sis for that, at least she's dealing with it healthily, pills but legally given? A dream. Well maybe not because they don't seem much fun. Sometimes he wonders if Dad should've gotten him a schizophrenia test or something, but that's only on really, really bad days. Memories surface on those bad days as well, Vanya/Viktor's expression, or lack of, as he or a sibling got the worst of Dad's anger because Seven was upset about something. Big or small, didn't matter, the punishment was the same brutal reminder to not mess with her. Those days he finds another high and those thoughts become something to laugh about again instead of the horrible dread and hurt he remembers.
I also think about Vanya/Viktor, who probably never even knew her siblings were under the impression she had some type of personality disorder. Some type of mental illness that wasn't just anxiety, which she believes she has and is being treated for. Because it's not like any of them out right said it. It was sort of a unspoken but known truth to them all. It either seemed unnecessary to say it outloud or just rude to bring it up now that she was better. Then her book comes out, her side, her story and she learns her siblings all think she's some unstable, mentally ill, petty, downright wicked off her meds person. At least that's what's she's getting from these magazines covering her siblings reaction to her book.
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denimbex1986 · 6 months ago
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'Even for an actor as skilled as Andrew Scott, playing a character as infamous as Tom Ripley poses a serious creative challenge. Since the release of Patricia Highsmith’s now canonical 1955 novel The Talented Mr. Ripley, the elusive, murderous grifter has become a fixture in the cultural imagination. He’s headlined multiple novels and movie adaptations — meaning that almost everyone is acquainted with at least one incarnation of Tom Ripley.
Even so, in writer-director Steven Zaillian’s eight-episode miniseries Ripley, the Irish actor manages to deliver the definitive portrayal of the literary schemer — a sociopath who is an expert at self-preservation, a man seemingly driven by overwhelming desire, envy, and greed. As Scott developed his approach to the tight-lipped character, he says it was vital to forget about Tom’s formidable reputation and focus instead on how such a man might realistically move through the world.
“I think what’s gripping about the show is that we see the logic of what he has to do to survive, and each episode leads us in a very particular way,” Scott says. “We spend time with the character when he’s doing these things and [see] how much of an expert he isn’t. Sometimes what he’s really talented at is being able to think really, really quickly.”
Scott clearly knows a thing or two about talent: His was obvious from the moment he began his career on the Irish stage, though global audiences only learned of his gifts when he made his showstopping — and BAFTA Award-winning — television turn as Sherlock Holmes’s brilliant nemesis Moriarty in the BBC hit Sherlock. The actor’s subsequent portrayal of the sensitive (and yes, sexy) priest in the second season of acclaimed series Fleabag then launched him into a new stratosphere of stardom, earning him a Critics Choice Award and two Screen Actors Guild Award nominations. “Particularly in L.A., people just shout, ‘hot priest!’ at you all the time when you’re crossing the street,” Scott says. “It’s extraordinary.”
The Olivier Award-winning actor has further burnished his credentials with singular, riveting work on both stage and screen. Last year alone, he starred in Vanya, an impressive solo adaptation of Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya at London’s venerable Old Vic Theatre, and earned rapturous reviews for his role as a lonely screenwriter in the sensitive and stirring drama All of Us Strangers. Now, Scott’s unforgettable turn in Ripley has critics again raving over the actor, who gives his Tom an eerily placid demeanor that surely conceals an inner raging tumult.
That facade proves indispensable to the character when, in the series, he’s hired to travel to Italy to convince the errant Dickie Greenleaf (Johnny Flynn) to return to New York to helm his father’s company — under the mistaken pretense that Tom is Dickie’s close college friend. Upon arriving in Europe, however, the amoral Tom is staggered by the scion’s privileged, romantic way of life, and disguises his true aims to live for as long as possible in his new host’s shadow.
“One of the reasons that I love the character: He’s got this huge appreciation for art and Italy and food and culture and nature,” Scott says. “I think that’s something that the other characters take for granted. I was just seeing his appreciation for life and the arts. He’s never been exposed to that kind of beauty before.”
Krista Smith: Ripley is so gorgeous — it just washes over you. It’s my favorite kind of viewing experience, where I’m rooting for the sociopath at the same time I’m terrified of him.
Andrew Scott: Steven Zaillian has done a great job of replicating what Patricia Highsmith herself did, which is to make you root for somebody who’s doing these terrible things. The big challenge for me was to make the audience feel what it’s like to be Tom Ripley rather than to be a victim of Tom Ripley. That’s quite an unusual thing to surf because I’m required to love him, protect him in the way you do with all your characters. But it’s difficult with Tom because, even in beginning to talk about the character, I have to protect his secrets a little bit. You don’t want to overexplain him too much.
That’s especially difficult when the camera is trained on your face for eight full episodes, I would imagine.
AS: Yeah, that was challenging. I don’t feel like there could be a bigger part on television than Tom Ripley because he’s just there the whole time. He’s a loner character [so the question is]: How are you able to convey what he’s feeling without a lot of talking and not a lot of deep relationships? It’s quite rare for a limited series like this to focus so much on one character. And as an actor, it’s quite an unusual thing to do.
It was challenging to be with somebody who’s quite opaque as a character, to spend so much time with him. There was an awful lot of internal work, but it’s such a great privilege to get to play this character.
It’s fascinating to watch how Tom is viewed by both Dickie and his girlfriend Marge, played so marvelously by Dakota Fanning. So much tension and jealousy and suspicion develops among them. What was it like to work through all of that with Johnny Flynn and with Dakota?
AS: Johnny is an absolutely gorgeous, warm person and with Dickie [and Tom], there’s a sort of love between those two characters that we were reluctant to define too much — whether it’s romantic love or whether Tom wants to just occupy his space. To me, their [scenes together are] love scenes in a way because if you don’t have love at the heart of it, we don’t fully understand why Tom does what he does and why he’s so enamored by Dickie. Marge, she’s suspicious of Tom. We had really good chemistry, Dakota and I, and we enjoyed the scenes because we have to do so much without saying anything. We have to sort of say, “I cannot bear you,” but do it with a smile.
You shot in some of the most amazing locations. Italy itself is really a character here. How did physically being in those breathtaking environments fuel your performance?
AS: We shot in Venice during the pandemic — when I think about it, it lent a real feeling to me and to the character because I did feel isolated. I [remember] walking to the set through Piazza San Marco [in Venice at] six-thirty or seven in the morning. It was so extraordinary because this would usually be one of the [busiest] tourist spots in the world, and it was completely empty. It was unique, and sometimes quite sad in some ways. But you find your joy. We went to so many different places — Capri, Palermo, the Amalfi Coast. And we shot in a place called Atrani, which is the tiniest village. The experience of being in Italy, particularly on the coast, it’s sort of transfixing. You’re walking up these incredibly steep stairs . . . I love the [scenes with Tom climbing the stairs]. He’s experiencing life for the first time in a completely different way, and his confidence grows really, really quickly.
So, I want to take you back to the early days of your career. You were one of those kids who was shy and maybe did a drama class to see if that might work for you?
AS: Yes, exactly. I used to act a little bit as a kid, not much, just in commercials and little theater things. There’s a myth with actors, that they’re extroverted. I was a really shy boy, and the acting really helped me to sort of overcome that.
Then you go to college and immediately drop out. Why?
AS: When I was about 18, I went to the Abbey Theater in Dublin, which was an incredible learning ground. That’s why I dropped out of college, to go and actually do the thing rather than study the thing. I spent a few years at the National Theatre in Dublin as a really young person — it was extraordinary when I think about it, playing these amazing parts in the Abbey. I moved to London when I was 22, and I was auditioning a lot. It’s a big, big journey. My inspiration has always been good writing. I don’t believe you can make a great film or TV series or play if you don’t have a great script, so that’s where I’ve always gone. That means doing things that maybe don’t hike up your profile; I’m always happy to play supporting parts if the writing is good. So, it’s never been about trying to play leading roles necessarily, but in the past few years, that’s what’s happened.
Can you recall a film or a play that maybe informed who you are now, the kind of actor you became?
AS: When I was 17, I made my first film, which was a tiny Irish film called Korea, and there was an actor in it who was, to use that beautiful expression, a journeyman actor, called Donal Donnelly. He had a huge amount of theater credits and film and television credits but was not a particularly famous actor. What he was was a very kind actor. By looking at him, seeing what way he talks to the crew and what way he talks to the other actors, I learned how to behave on a set. That’s something that I’m always so grateful for.
I love hearing that. So, coming off of this very challenging, very intense production, what’s next? What are you excited to tackle?
AS: I want to do something funny, and I want to be in a musical. I’d love to be in a really well-written rom-com. I’m putting that out there and sort of hoping that manifests in some way. I had to sing onstage for the first time in Vanya, in a very small way, but I really loved it. It’s extraordinary to sing, isn’t it? It’s about confidence and it’s about really listening.'
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luukka · 2 months ago
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Me : *sees the spoils of tua on pinterest and YouTube*
Me *look at my old tua fanfiction* : Well, well, my girl. Guess it's your time to shine.
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Let me present to you my baby girl created after tua s2, my sweet old (really old) child, Cassie ! Interpreted by the (very fictional) actress Colette Laurent 😎✌🏾
I've never drawn Cassie before, she was just a written character on a fanfiction I've never finish (except in my mind lol) buuuut I decided that I wanted to draw her and the cast 🙈 well, for now I only draw Robert and Aidan as himself and as Five, but as you can see I... am limited by my capacities 💀 now a bit of lore because why not
Cassie and Five met during the apocalypse, 6 years after Vanya's explosion. They got stuck together for 38 years, he was even the one to give her a name because she only knew herself as 4c-37910 (her subject name) until their worst fight that cause their seperation. The Handler found and captured Cassie and took her back in time, but her power activated when they tried to use the mallet on her, which made her turn back at the age 13 (when she put herself in lethargy to support an operation, and thus she forgot Five.), but arrived in 2018. The Handler took this as an advantage and Cassie came back as an experiment subject. After joining the Comission, Five learnt what happened to her when the Handler talked about her trying to kill people to escape and, back in 2019, decided to save her. She refound her memories after a car accident shock and accepted to help Five stopping the Apocalypse.
So her personality is basically a 14 yo that acts and dress like an old lady and treats the Hargreeves siblings like her children lol 👩🏿‍🦳💅🏾 She's very much in love with Five but is not delusional and knows perfectly that she's second to Dolores that happens to becomes her best friend. She still sticks with him and his horrible sociopath personality because she knows him and love him anyway. But these two don't have a toxic relationship, they really appreciate and preach each other when the other is not around, Five that consider Cassie like a kind of miracle (a day before finding her, when they were something like 19, he serioulsy thought about taking his life.) And Cassie thinks the same about him. They often argue but always make things out without a single pinch of violence despite all their misadventures and that is love my friends 😍 yeah this is very wobbly
The actor thing was really just for the fun , you know like these fanart of anime characters acting like actors on set 😊 anyway there's a very low chance I keep drawing her because- well I don't know, but I just wanted to show you guys 😅
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alloverthegaf · 3 years ago
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okay I’ve finished season 1 of Umbrella Academy.
First of all, entirely behind Vanya’s villain arc. Not the whole world being destroyed thing, but the anger and rage and being blinded by hurt and grief thing, that I was all about. At no point did the rest of the characters stop pissing me off in the way Vanya was treated (or forgotten), right up until the end. Even when they establish she’s with a sociopathic murderer who’s manipulating her, they’re too caught up in their own personal shit to spare more than a couple of minutes’ thought or a few sentences of dialogue, for their own sister. It had me on the verge of going from being enthralled to rage watching multiple times, and teetered way too close to the Riverdale formula for my taste.
Also, Elliot Page was badass in that role.
In saying that, I do like all of the siblings (except Luther). I obviously love Klaus, and Five’s character is very entertaining and more layered than most of the others. I enjoyed Allison’s development and thought her and Vanya’s desire to be good sisters to each other came across really well. Diego’s character is a little one-dimensional and Dean Winchestery for me, but I see a lot of potential for him.
Luther, on the other hand. A few of you have already told me to give him a chance past season 1, so I’ll do my best, but insert the longest “euugghhh” in history here. I don’t know if I’m supposed to like him and find him admirable or not, but he comes across as so pretentiously self-righteous and blindly selfish that by the end everything about him set me on edge. The insistent way he forced his help and ‘protection’ on Allison in the last couple of episodes even when she clearly showed him she didn’t want it was just the gross cherry on top.
And yeah, their relationship was not a highlight for me. Blood related or not it was way too weird and uncomfortable for me to enjoy their scenes together.
All in all, a very interesting story that while predictable, was still exciting and enjoyable, and managed to hook me after the first few episodes. I think the actors did really well in roles that have a lot of potential but, at times, are written in a very restrictive way.
I’m starting season 2 and am excited though still slightly wary the show is gonna Riverdale itself.
Oh also, obviously, Hazel is the highlight of the show.
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klqdraws · 2 years ago
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Decided to design all four Brothers Karamazov (based mostly on the Korean musical)
They’re (bolded names are what I, and the musical, refer to them by most often):
Dimitri (Mitka), Ivan (Vanya)
Alexei (Alyosha), Pavel (Smerdyakov)
More about the characters and thoughts/disclaimers (?) below the cut
(tw for mentions of abuse and religion)
(Empty space due to formatting bugs on mobile 🫠)
Dimitri: the eldest brother. Very harsh and prone to anger, Dimitri lives life voraciously. Often jumping from party to party and girl to girl, he spends his money grandly and ditches his fiancée to chase after the local beauty Grushenka. The events of the story causes him to reevaluate his life and wish for guidance and Grushenka’s love.
Ivan: the second brother. Cold and analytical, Ivan lives his life based on science and discrete evidence. As a realist, he only believes in things if people can prove its existence to him. The events of the story causes him to see the “ramifications” of extreme realism, he ends up going mad.
Alyosha: the third brother. Kind and gentle, Alyosha is a priest in training who believes in universal forgiveness. The events of the story causes him to have doubts in his faith after seeing what blind faith can do to people. Is also the protagonist and the (unreliable) narrator to the story.
Smerdyakov: the youngest brother. Spiteful at times and utterly subservient at others, Smerdyakov is looked down upon due to his epilepsy, which is seen as a curse. As such, he is treated much more like a servant by his brothers and father than a brother or son. He looks up to (almost to the point of worship) his brother Ivan and is very eager to discuss Ivan’s philosophy. The events of the story causes him to adopt Ivan’s philosophy to the extreme and murder his father.
The disclaimer: the original books, and by extension the musical, is mostly focused around the exploration of faith vs realism, but is predominantly pro-faith. I personally am not pro-faith and am agnostic, believing instead that people believing in a god or gods is fine as long as it doesn’t bring harm to others, but don’t personally believe a god exists as much as a universal constant exists.
When I talk about the musical I’ll probably focus more on the blind faith vs proof with evidence side of things, and although that does overlap with the whole faith discussion, it’s not only that but also discussing Dimitri’s trial and Smerdyakov’s whole deal. And while the musical’s story focuses more on Ivan and Alyosha’s discussion/dynamic, I find Smerdyakov’s the most fascinating (sorry Dimitri). Smerdyakov goes from being an almost mindless servant (due to his abuse) to what would likely be described as a sociopath (once again due to his abuse) and it’s very interesting to delve into, but not rn (i’m tired 😔). Still not 100% sure how to feel about how the book and musical handled his epilepsy, but that too is a fascinating study.
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seconds-not-decades · 3 years ago
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Step {Back} In Time
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC
Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*
Warnings: cursing and violence.
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Valhalla
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On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.
Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.
Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.
~ * ~
Diego, Five, Karina, and Lila watched Sir Reginald's car disappear into the night.
"You know, I'm starting to get the feeling Dad's avoiding us," Five commented rather bitterly.
Lila sighed as she looked around. "Hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, it's time we get the hell out of here."
"When you say "we," who exactly are you referring to?" Five questioned in her wake.
"Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence," Lila looked at him.
"Listen, I don't know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, I'd advise you return posthaste," Five snapped.
"She's right, Five. We gotta get outta here," Diego agreed.
"I just saved your life and your precious wife's life, you kinder-shit!" Lila was in disbelief. "If I hadn't stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks and your wife would have been beaten to a bloody pulp with her pretty head split in two!" she was glaring him down.
"And that's the problem," Five bit out, grasping Karina protectively and supportively. "You're too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much."
"And you fight like you know what you're doing," Karina weakly added, coughing some.
"They've got a point," Diego admitted.
Lila scoffed in disbelief. "So I know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy? Come on. Though she may have gotten bested a bit, Karina was holding her own pretty well."
"Leave Rina out of this," Five seethed. "Whoever you are, you're in our way. If I see you again, I will kill you."
Lila watched them walk past her and then once they were in the clear, Five blinked out with Karina back to Elliot's place to get her healed.
~ * ~
Luther was cooking eggs the next morning and the sun was shining. Five, Diego, and Karina looked as rested as could be.
"No, no, no, I don't understand. They keep following me," Diego was pacing.
"Wait, who?" Luther wanted to know.
"Those Dutch sociopaths."
"They're Swedish, you idiot," Five corrected him in exasperation. "Hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline." He waved his cup of coffee around.
"Yeah, but why now? I mean, I'm-" he snapped his fingers aggressively as he continued, "Fine for three months until you two showed up!"
"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me," Luther added nonchalantly.
"Even if it was my fault-which it isn't- we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate," Five defended himself.
"Well…" Luther trailed off with a sigh. "That's not exactly true."
Everyone slowly turned to look at him.
"What do you mean?" Five questioned, stalking over to Diego's side.
"I saw him," Luther answered.
Luther recounted his story, starting with after he landed in the alley. He explained that he saw Sir Reginald once and took a bus to his home to see him, but Sir Reginald didn't recognize him and kicked him out. Then he came back to Dallas after that failed mission.
"That's pathetic," Diego commented, sitting across from Luther who was busily eating his eggs.
Luther scoffed, his mouth full. "Yeah, well, at least he didn't shank my ass."
Diego leaned forward. "No, bro, he shanked your heart."
Five and Karina looked at him in confusion and exasperation.
"Mm," Luther shoved another spoonful of eggs into his mouth.
"Is that my bathrobe?" Elliot pointed to him.
"No."
"Look, who cares what he shanked?" Five got everyone back on track. "He knows something about time travel."
Elliot raised his arm. "Um…wait, why don't you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?"
"Anyone care to explain?" Five scoffed, getting to his feet.
"First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse," Karina began.
"Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls," Diego continued.
"Last time I tried, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday," Five poured himself another cup of coffee and refilled Karina's cup of tea. "Any more questions, Elliott?"
"Uh, no," Elliot shook his head quickly.
"Sorry, you'll have to excuse him. He's the personification of an angry chihuahua," Karina told him casually, taking the cup of tea from Five.
"You're missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that's planning to kill the president," Diego told Luther.
"A cabal?" Luther had his mouth full again.
"Ignore him," Five cut in. "Look, the way I see it, we only have one option."
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?" Luther wanted to know.
"It's time to get the Umbrella Academy back together," Five answered.
"Hell, yeah. Family meeting," Diego grinned.
"Okay then, can one of you get Allison, please?" Luther requested.
Diego glanced at him. "You two still a thing?"
Luther motioned with his head.
Diego leaned forward and whispered, "Do we need to talk?"
"No, she's married," Luther replied.
"Whoa. Dude, that's rough," Diego said.
"I can handle it," Luther sarcastically chuckled.
"Rina and I will get her," Five spoke up. "Can you get Vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?" he eyed him.
"I'll try."
Five nodded and blinked out with Karina.
~ * ~
Five, Karina, Allison, and Klaus entered the building from below.
"Hello?" Allison called out.
"Le petit mort, le petit mort," Klaus repeated himself.
Allison eyed him. "What? You don't speak French."
"It's "the little death"."
They both chatted indistinctly and Allison laughed as Diego, Luther, and Vanya came out from above.
"Oh, wow. Look at this old stuff," Klaus looked around at the TVs and radios. Everyone looked at one another in astonishment. "Oh, wow. I know this is impossible, but…did we all get sexier?" he asked.
Diego, Luther, and Vanya came down.
"Vanya," Allison went over to her with Karina.
Vanya smiled. "I can't believe I have another sister."
"I missed you."
"Thank God someone did," Vanya chuckled softly and they both chuckled before hugging it out. Allison grinned and pulled Karina into the hug.
Klaus grunted while he hugged Diego.
"Oh, you are drunk," Diego pulled back.
"Yeah. No, just a little. Just a few-oh, that's so sweet," Klaus saw Allison, Vanya, and Karina hugging.
He went over and flung his arms around the trio.
"No. Jesus!" Allison grunted and Vanya giggled.
"Hi," Vanya greeted.
"Hey, Vanny," Klaus returned.
"Klaus," Five spoke up as Karina rejoined his side. He softly smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Is Ben here?"
"Oh, uh…no. No, unfortunately, ghosts can't time travel," Klaus lied airily.
"Are you kidding me?" Ben was sitting behind them.
"All right, then. Let's get down to business," Five went upstairs with Karina.
Klaus looked at Vanya. "So, Vanny, what's new?"
"Hey, Diego," Allison peered over at him, but he was going up the stairs. "Can't say hi to nobody?"
"Hi, Allison," he grumbled.
"What was that?" she prodded from her side of the staircase.
"Hi, Allison!" he yelled.
"Thank you!"
Everyone settled down, looking at Five, who was standing.
"All right. First off, I wanna say I'm sorry," he began. "I know I really screwed the pooch on this whole going-back-in-time-and-getting-stuck thing. But the real kick in the pants here is we brought the end of the world back here with us."
"Oh, my God, again?" Klaus complained, causing everyone to stare at him. "All of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-oh, my God." He gasped dramatically. "My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five! Karina! I told them we had until 2019!"
"We have until Monday," Five sighed.
"We have six days," Karina added solemnly.
"Is it Vanya?" Klaus took a sip of his drink.
"Klaus!" Allison scolded him.
"What? It's usually Vanya."
"Do you have any leads, Five?" Vanya looked at him.
Diego handed him a file.
"Yeah, we have one," Five passed the file to Allison.
"Holy shit, is that Dad?" she asked, shocked.
"Yeah," Five nodded.
Vanya peered over. "That's him?"
"Standing on the grassy knoll," Diego put in.
"Diego and I have been trying to talk to Dad about what exactly this means," Five continued. "So far, we've got nothing."
"Not nothing," Diego disagreed. "He's planning to kill Kennedy."
"Maybe," Five remarked. "But we don't know who or what sets doomsday in motion. Could be Kennedy, could be something entirely independent."
"But if we know something changes the timeline, we have to make it right," Luther spoke up.
"Yeah, but how, if we don't know what's broken?" Allison pointed out.
Diego scoffed. "Come on. Do the math. We know Dad's having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know he's on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president. So I think we all know what we have to do."
"Find Dad," Five said at the same time as Diego said, "Kill Dad."
Everyone shot Diego a look.
"None of us are supposed to be here, right?" Vanya asked. "I mean, what if it's us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?"
There was a moment of silence as everyone exchanged a look.
"Diego's been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald," Luther shot.
"And you're working for Jack Ruby!" Diego shot back.
"Allison has been very involved in local politics," Klaus casually stated.
Allison whipped to glare at him. "Okay, you started a cult."
"Thank you!" Ben agreed.
"I'm…I'm just a…a nanny on a farm," Vanya admitted while Klaus growled and hissed at Allison like a cat.
"I don't have anything to do with all of that," Vanya said.
"Well, maybe you do, we just don't know it yet," Karina gently returned.
Diego whistled sharply. "Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new lives is connected to Kennedy. That can't be a coincidence," he began listing off, "Luther works for Ruby, Allison is protesting the government, Dad is on the grassy knoll, Klaus is…doing something weird and pervy but probably related. See, clearly, we were all sent back here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy."
Here came the overlapping arguments. Five just stared at his family in regret and exasperation. Karina rolled her eyes at the bickering siblings, going over to Five's side. He wordlessly wrapped his arm around her, looking down as he lightly rapped his fingers against her ribcage. She watched the arguments continue as Five thought over the memories of the war he and Karina saw when they first landed here.
"Five? Five, are you there?" Karina's voice echoed and snapped him back to the present.
"This is bigger than all of us!" Diego exclaimed.
"Guys, you all die," Five interrupted the family, his grasp tightening around Karina's waist.
Everyone ceased their fighting and looked at him.
"Rina and I were there. We saw it," he continued solemnly, feeling his voice catch. "And I wanna forget it, but I can't. We saw Russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it…in a war that never happened until we brought it here."
"And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need to shut up and just listen to him," Karina spoke.
"I don't know if the things we've experienced here are all connected," Five sighed. "I don't know if there's a reason for everything. But Dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead."
"Okay, I'm out," Luther immediately shot to his feet with a sigh.
"Did you even hear us, Luther?" Five stared at him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year-old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything," Luther remarked. "Well, you can count me out. It's time we all grew the hell up."
"Luther!" Karina followed Luther out.
"Come back," Diego chased after him.
"Where you going?" Klaus asked.
"Save it, Diego," Luther snipped.
Five blinked out and reappeared in front of Luther. He sighed.
"No one leaves until we figure this out," Five told him.
Luther stared down at him for a second before he grabbed a fistful of Five's shirt and tossed him over the railing. He yelled and blinked out before he fell onto the floor.
"FIVE!" Karina shouted and shoved her way past the two. She whipped around to Luther angrily. "God, you are such an asshole! You try watching your family die twice and see how easy it is to try figuring out to save them and the world with a limited amount of days!"
Before Luther could react, she ran out of the building and rushed into the alleyway where Five was.
"Five, are you okay?" she asked him, checking him over briefly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, love," he reassured her. "Jeez…when did the monkey learn to fight dirty?" he wrinkled his nose.
Suddenly a rock fell down near them and they looked up to see Lila on the roof, racing off and then appeared on the street.
"Son of a bitch," Five breathed out.
The two exchanged a look, glancing back at the building. Then the two raced off to track Lila down.
~ * ~
The two followed Lila to a seemingly old abandoned building.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Karina whispered to Five.
He sighed. "Well, we'll see how this goes first."
He blinked them inside to where Lila was. She turned around to face them.
"What's your game, crazy lady?" Five shot.
"Who cares? You said if you saw me again, you'd kill me," Lila sarcastically shot back. "I see you brought your back-up. How sweet."
"Oh, I remember," Five sarcastically said.
"Well, come on, big talker. Let's get this done."
"All right."
Five blinked to her other side and she punched him, knocking him to the ground with a grunt. Lila swung to kick Karina, but she ducked beneath her and slid past, watching her run off. Karina helped Five up as they ran after her.
Five blinked them out and in front of Lila before flipping around and kicking her across the face. Lila dodged punches and gave punches, alternating between the two. She kicked Five back and shoved Karina into a crate, taking off again.
The two scrambled to their feet and looked around.
Lila chuckled from behind them. "I'm waiting."
Five blinked them to her but, Lila was nowhere to be found.
She laughed when they whipped around to face her. He blinked to her again but she was gone. She was casually standing behind them again.
"Fed up yet, Five? Karina?" she arrogantly shot.
Five grabbed a nearby pole and blinked to where she was, smashing the pole against an electrical box.
Five turned as Lila kicked him down. Karina punched her and blocked her arm, uppercutting her in the stomach. Lila tried to kick Five, but Karina swung from below and knocked her leg out, making her fall on her back. Lila grunted when she landed and Five immediately stepped on her throat, making her  cry out. She grabbed his foot, fighting against him.
"You two are better than I thought," she wheezed out.
"And you are entirely average," Five shot back coldly. He clenched his jaw as Lila softly choked. "You can come out now," he called.
The one and only Handler appeared, her heels clacking menacingly on the floor. "Well done. You two figured it out."
"Well, it wasn't very hard," Karina coolly stated.
"She fights like every one of you Commission drones," Five added.
"Hmm," the Handler mused. "No matter, here we are. Together again. And you brought your darling wife, too, how sweet. I've gotta ask…did you miss me, you little shits?"
Lila coughed, laughing as Five and Karina death glared at The Handler.
~ * ~
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let’s save the world
season two, episode five
five hargreeves x reader
summary: gathering the family together never ends well, but at least you can relax with a few of the siblings.
trigger warnings: cursing, drinking
word count: 5k
a/n: it took me literal years to find a gif for this one. not even kidding. i ended up settling. i am also sorry about how long this took to come out, i was very busy with school and some other health stuffs😂 anywho i hope you enjoy it
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you all watch as reginald’s car gets farther away, and you sigh softly. it’s the eyeball all over again. time to chase after it before it bursts into flames before your eyes.
“you know, i’m starting to get the impression that dad’s avoiding us.” you look to five, away from all the people that filed out of the consulate.
“what gave you that idea?” you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you look down at the dress you wore, and hated. you couldn’t wait to get it off, but you frown as you notice the missing piece. “i lost my bow to choke that guy, and it didn’t even work.”
scratching the back of her neck, lila glances to the three of you. “i hate to be the boring one, guys, but we need to get the hell out of here.”
as she moves to leave, you getting ready to follow, five steps in front of you to look at the woman with narrowed eyes. “when you mean ‘we’, who exactly are you referring to?”
your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at the boy, and lila seems just as confused, shifting her gaze to the side for a moment. “not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.”
five doesn’t back down- by now you’re used to that. “listen, i don’t know who you are or where you came from, but i’d advise you return posthaste.”
diego leans towards him, “five, she’s right, we have to get out of here.”
“i just saved your life, you kinder shit!” lila spits out, “if i hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.”
looking to the side as you chew on your lip, you felt quite ready to leave right about now. the dress was starting to feel a little too tight, enhancing the pain you felt from the hits you had taken.
“that’s the problem.” five points out, “you’re too good, you ask too many questions. you know too much. and you fight like you know what you’re doing.”
looking back to the small group, you think about what he had said, and it was starting to make sense. “he’s got a point.” you mutter, looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow, almost asking for an explanation.
“so i know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy?”
you wanted to believe she was a good person, the ‘crazy lady’ who you had met in the car who just seemed to be tagging along- but she was starting to seem more suspicious the more you hung around her.
“whoever you are, you’re in my way.” five tells her, “if i see you again, i will kill you.”
he starts to walk away, and for a moment, you’re planted in your spot, staring at his retreating form. quickly shaking your head, you leave the other two behind, catching up to him.
-
when you got back to elliott’s, you had crashed on the couch after changing back out of the dress, and as you did, you had seen that one of the punches you took left quite a gash in your side, and you assumed the only reason you hadn’t noticed it before then was because of the blood that had clotted and dried around it, or maybe the adrenaline from such a fight.
either way, it didn’t matter. you were use to getting injured by now, it was a part of working for the commission and now, apparently, it’s a part of saving the world. you simply cleaned it, put some bandaging over it, and called it a day.
now, you sat on the same rolling chair that you always claimed in the door frame to the kitchen, leaning your head against the wall as you watch luther- who had finally decided he was ready to help, apparently- made some scrambled eggs. the mug that you held, filled as much as possible with coffee, was still scalding hot, but that didn’t stop you from taking the smallest sips every so often.
diego paced the kitchen floor, “no, no, no. i don’t understand. they keep following me.”
luther doesn’t even look up from the pan, which was basically overflowing with the eggs. “who?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“those dutch sociopaths!”
“they’re swedish, you idiot.” five corrects him, leaning against the wall across from you, “hired guns paid to eradicate us before we can do any more damage to this timeline.”
“yeah, but why now?” diego raises an eyebrow at the boy, “i mean, i’m-” he snaps his fingers, “-fine. for three months until you showed up.”
luther nods slightly, “yeah.” he finally looks away from the eggs, “i was here for a year and no one messed with me.”
looking back to you two, diego holds his arms out, looking for an explanation. rolling your eyes, you stand up, kicking the chair away from you and into the living room. “so you’re saying it’s our fault, hm?” you raise an eyebrow at them, “even if it was, and it’s not, it doesn’t change the fact that we only have six days left before the end of the world.”
nodding, five glances at you for a second. “the closest anyone’s gotten to dad was that driveway, at the consulate.”
as his stirring slows, luther looks up. “well, that’s not exactly true.”
your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you watch as five steps closer to him. “what do you mean?”
“i saw him.”
you listen as he recounts the time he landed in the alley, when he got on a bus and went straight home- to the umbrella academy. when he arrived, there was some sort of house party going on, as people filled the building, all chatting and drinking champagne.
reginald stood with a circle of people- coincidentally talking about the end of the world and the uncertainties with time. when he walked away to get another glass was when luther stepped in, and was brushed off and humiliated in front of all the guests.
“that’s pathetic.” you all watch as the man scarfs down the eggs he had made, diego being the first to speak when he finished his story.
luther looks to him as he shovels more eggs onto his fork, “yeah, well, at least he didn’t shank my ass.”
“no, bro.” diego leans forward slightly, “he shanked your heart.”
you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you at the comment, and five looks between the two of them as luther hums in acknowledgement.
elliott enters the kitchen, looking to the large man. “is that my bath robe?”
luther looks to him, his mouth full and his eyes wide as if someone caught him sticking his hand in the cookie jar. “no.”
“look, who cares what he shanked?” five finally speaks from beside you, moving to the more important business. “he knows something about time travel.”
raising his hand slightly, elliott looks to him, “uh, why don’t you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out.”
with a sigh, five stands up to refill his mug, and you quickly hold out your own in a silent request. “anyone care to explain?” he questions as he takes the cup, walking over to the counter and grabbing the coffee pot.
“first time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” luther states.
diego is next, “second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”
chuckling quietly, you finish, “this time he scattered us all across the timeline here- in dallas, texas, also possibly triggering a doomsday.”
five turns as he finishes refilling the mugs, looking to the man. “any more questions, elliott?”
he quickly shakes his head, and diego starts to speak again. “guys, you’re all missing the big picture here. dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.”
you take your mug back with a quiet thank you as five hands it over, and luther looks to luther with confusion written all over his face. “a cabal?”
“ignore him.” five tells him, leaning against the counter, “look, the way i see it, we only have one option.”
without looking away from his eggs, luther raises the question everyone has. “oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“it’s time to get the umbrella academy back together.”
oh god
you’re not sure if you can handle them all at once again.
diego looks at the ground for a second. “hell yeah. family meeting.”
“okay, then can one of you guys get allison?” you look to luther as he stares down at his plate, suddenly incredibly invested in his eggs.
raising an eyebrow, you take a sip of your coffee. “are you two still... uh, canoodling?”
the man doesn’t answer, only tilting his head to the side a bit. diego slowly leans towards him, “do we need to talk?”
“no, she’s married.” luther speaks through his mouth full of eggs, and you scrunch your nose up slightly.
diego nods slightly, “dude, that’s rough.” he leans back into the back of his chair.
luther forces a chuckle, “i can handle it.” the expression on his face only a second later, as you honestly think he’s close to crying his eyes out.
“i’ll get her.” five sets his mug down, and you watch as he walks towards the archway into the living space. “do you think you can get vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?”
luther looks at him with a deadpan expression from the comment. “i’ll try.”
“good.” he looks to you, “you should go with. just to, you know, supervise.” you nod with a light laugh, though luther doesn’t look nearly as amused as you are from the light jab at him. a second later, five is gone with a flash of blue.
you down the rest of your coffee as elliott stutters for a moment. “uh, what should i do?”
with a small smirk on his face, diego looks towards him. “prepare for company.”
-
“y’all know, jell-o used to be a delicacy.”
you sit in the living room of the apartment after you had managed to get vanya, along with her, luther, and diego, as elliott goes on about the disgusting concoction in front of him.
“in order to make it, you have to boil down a whole mess of hooves... you know, horses, cows, pigs, it doesn’t matter.” fire begins to dance across your fingertips as you stare at it in boredom, your lips pressed into a thin line. “but not everybody has a bunch of hooves lyin’ around. it wasn’t until, uh, a couple of sassy new yorkers figured out how to dry it out for the rest of us to use to... enjoy this ambrosia.”
diego looks to him after sticking all his knives in a little sheath, clearly as bored and annoyed as the rest of you. “if we have some, will you shut up?”
your nose scrunches up at the thought of having to eat that... sludge, and the fire immediately dies out. “maybe.” he quickly grabs one of the bowls around the table, beginning to distribute the thing he called food.
“i’m good.” you mumble, waving your hand as he looks to you, clearly disappointed from your refusal, but you could handle that. there was no way you were going to eat whatever that was.
luther’s face is scrunched up as he watches the man scoop up the ambrosia, deciding to look away and to vanya instead. “how are you feeling?”
the woman, who was slouched into the couch with her hands resting on her stomach, glances towards him. “pretty shitty, to be honest.”
flipping one of his knives in his hand, diego looks to her. “how would you say you are on a scale from one to... ending all life on this planet?”
sighing heavily, you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees, ignoring the searing pain in your side. “seriously? put the knife away, idiot, she’s fine.”
his gaze doesn’t move from her. “the last time i saw this one, she had me suspended midair, sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles.” he stops flipping the knife to point it towards you, “i think i’m allowed a little time to process.”
“i would love to see an energy tentacle.” elliott looks up from his creation, looking between the three of you.
shaking your head, you sigh. “no you don’t.”
vanya sits up, looking to the man. “i don’t remember what i did, but i’m sorry.” she shrugs slightly, “if that means anything.”
he looks to her for a moment before he finally stops pointing the knife around, instead holding it at his side on the armrest. “it does.” that surprised you, but at least you wouldn’t have to stand around for another family argument. “just going through a lot right now.”
beginning to speak about ‘a girl he likes’, you roll your eyes. before he’s able to speak too much, the bell on the door downstairs jingles and you can hear laughter- allison and klaus.
“anyone here?” she calls out, and you stand from your seat, as does everyone else, going to stand at the railing of the balcony.
you can tell that the two of them are at least a little drunk from the amount of giggling from the two of them. they stop to look up at the five of you, and klaus takes his glasses off. “i know this is impossible, but did we all get... sexier?”
rolling your eyes, you watch as everybody else goes down to have a heartwarming family reunion, allison and vanya hugging before klaus joins in.
“alright, let’s get down to business.” five turns and goes up the stairs, everyone else following. as they come up, you take your seat once again, all of them taking their own places around the room.
standing in front of all of you, five sticks his hands in his pockets. “first thing i want to say is i’m sorry. i know i really screwed the pooch on this whole going back in time and getting stuck thing.” diego nods slightly, and you prop your feet up on the coffee table, nudging the empty bowl out of the way. “but the real kick in the pants here is, we brought the end of the world back here with us.”
“oh my god, again?” everyone looks to klaus in silence. “all of you knew? why am i always the last to find out about the end of the- oh my god, my cult is going to be so pissed, five! i told them we had until twenty-nineteen!” he whines.
you sigh softly as you run a hand down your face, “well, better inform them it’s coming sooner than that. we have six days.”
“is it vanya?” he takes a sip from his drink, and allison scoffs, “what? it’s always vanya.”
deciding to ignore it, vanya looks to five and you turn back in your seat, shaking your head. “do you have any leads, five?” the woman questions, and diego is already handing him the file that holds the picture of their father in the knoll.
“yeah, we have one.” five tells them, passing the folder over to allison, who doesn’t waste time in opening it up.
“holy shit, is that dad?” she looks at it in disbelief, and vanya quickly leans toward her to examine the photo as well.
after a moment, five continues to explain. “we’ve been trying to talk to him about what exactly this means, so far we’ve got nothing.”
“not nothing,” diego quickly adds, “we know that he’s planning to kill kennedy.”
“possibly,” you make your entrance into the conversation, “but we don’t know who or what sets doomsday in motion.” you remove your legs from the table, leaning forward slightly, “could be kennedy, could be something that doesn’t have anything to do with him.”
five nods, “but, if we know something changes the timeline, we have to make it right.”
her eyebrows furrowing, allison cuts in. “yeah, but how are we supposed to do that if we don’t know what to fix?”
“oh, come on, do the math.” diego tells her in irritation, “we know dad’s having shady ass meetings with shady ass people. we know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president. so i think we all know what we have to do.”
“kill dad.”
“find dad.”
the two have very different ideas, apparently, and five turns his head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing at the incredulous look.
it’s quiet for a moment before vanya speaks. “none of us are supposed to be here, right? i mean, what if it’s us?” she looks around, “has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?”
another bout of silence surrounds you as looks are exchanged between everyone, before luther takes a deep breath to start a circle of accusations.
“diego has been stalking lee harvey oswald.”
pointing a finger at the big man, his voice raises immediately, “and you’re working for jack ruby!”
“allison has been very involved with local politics.” klaus pipes up from his seat beside you.
“okay, and you started a cult.” she points at him, giving a mocking smile.
while klaus hissed as if he were a cat, vanya sat up in her seat slightly. “i’m- i’m just a nanny on a farm, i don’t have anything to do with all of that.”
allison looks at her, “well, maybe you do, we just don’t know it yet.”
a loud whistle catches everyone’s attention, looking towards diego. “look at yourselves. everything in our new lives is connected to kennedy. that can’t be a coincidence. luther works for ruby, allison is protesting against the government, dad’s on the grassy knoll, klaus-” he pauses for a moment, looking at the man, “is doing something weird and pervy, but it’s probably connected in some way. clearly we were sent here for one special reason. save john fitzgerald kennedy.”
rolling your eyes as everyone starts to argue, you stand from your seat, feeling a headache coming on from being around this incredibly dysfunctional family, unable to not think about how peaceful it was when you were normal for once, just working in a diner.
“guys, you all die.” you look back at five as he speaks, cutting through all of the clashing voices. “i was there. i saw it. i wish i could forget it, but i can’t. i saw russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it, in a war that never happened until we brought it here. hazel gave his life to save us so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.”
you frown slightly at the confession, feeling bad that he had to see his family die yet again. you couldn’t imagine seeing your family buried in the rubble of your home, or actually watching the blazing fire that wipes them out from a nuke that takes out the city.
“i don’t know if the things we all experienced here are connected. i don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. but dad will.” he looks around at his family and to you, “we need to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”
you’re about to voice your agreement, but luther is the one to speak first. “okay. i’m out.”
with furrowed eyebrows, you watch as he stands from where he sits, already heading towards the stairs. “were you even listening, luther?” you question in disbelief.
he looks to you. “yeah. yeah, i was. i heard a fifty-eight year old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything.” he gives a derisive grin, “and you can count me out. it’s time we all grew the hell up.”
everyone begins to call him back, and you can’t believe what you had just heard, quickly running around the chairs and being able to step in front of him before he starts making his way down the stairs, you walking backwards with each step he takes. “you’re kidding, right?”
five appears next to you with a blue flash, and luther finally stops as he stares up at him. “no one leaves until we figure this out.”
he looks between the both of you for a second, before suddenly he’s grabbing your arm and tossing you over the railing of the stairs as if you’re as light as a feather. you yelp from the surprise, and five is gone before you can grab onto him, landing on the tile floor with a groan as you curl in on yourself.
“asshole!” you call out to him as he leaves the building, diego following after him for who knows what reason.
standing from the ground, you hiss in pain as you feel the gash in your side sting like hell. you lift your shirt slightly and peel the bandage back a bit to see that the scab that was starting to form had teared apart, and you press your lips together as you let the bandage and your shirt fall back into place.
“let’s go!” you hear klaus call out, and you see the remaining three siblings start to make their way down the stairs. “oh, y/n!” he calls when he sees you standing at the bottom, smiling slightly, “would you like to get some tacos with us?”
looking to the side for a moment, you sigh, before looking back to him. five was gone and you didn’t know when he was coming back, so why not? “tacos sound amazing right now.”
-
music played from the radio resting in front of the mirror on the table matching the rest lined along the wall in the hair salon, and allison ranted about her husband, comb in hand as she messes with klaus’ hair.
with a groan of annoyance, she continues. “the nerve of that man.” she chuckles bitterly, shaking her head, “i mean, one thing goes wrong, and he’s on a warpath! i mean, doesn’t know who i am?” she looks into the mirror in front of him, pointing the comb, “no, no. no ray, you know exactly who i am. you just can’t handle it. i’m protecting him.”
you take a sip from the bottle of champagne on the table next to you, already feeling the alcohol taking effect as you smile slightly, watching the two of them as you hum along to the music. “protecting him from what?” klaus questions, his cigarette between his lips as he raises an eyebrow at her.
“the end of the world, for one.” she responds, the irritation clear in her voice.
vanya speaks from her seat across the room, her feet propped up on top of the table. “hey, is the world really going to end in six days?”
it’s quiet for a moment, and you take another drink from the bottle. “it did last time. i saw the aftermath.” you shrug, “sure, i didn’t see this one, but five wouldn’t lie about something like this.”
klaus gets up from the salon chair, and allison puts the comb she was using to the side. “hey, wouldn’t it be weird if five grew up all hot?” he asks, moving to stand in the middle of the room, grabbing one of the extra bottles to fill up his flask. allison expresses her disgust. “oh, ew! ew! please, miss ‘luther was my lover.’“
holding her hand up, the woman started defending herself. “we have never even kissed.”
“yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other, all through puberty and breakfasts and all that.” he argues, motioning wildly with his hands.
turning her seat around so she can look towards all of you, vanya voices her confusion. “aren’t we all brothers and sisters, or?”
klaus snorts at the question, and you look to allison as she sits in klaus’ previous chair. “well, technically, it-”
“technically?” you cut her off, sitting up in your seat with a chuckle as you look to her, “if you have to use the word technically, you’re already in trouble.”
klaus giggles from where he stands, looking to vanya for a moment, “okay, can- can we focus?” allison dismisses the conversation, “i mean, clearly, we’re not saving the world tonight, but maybe, maybe, we can at least try to save my marriage!”
“no!” klaus cries out, and you grin, “no, because that’s- that’s like asking a nun how to hump someones leg. i mean, who in this room knows shit about relationships, huh? this one-” he points at vanya, “in secret love with some... farm frau,”
“her name’s sissy.” the woman whines.
“which is an improvement from her last lover, the serial killer.” he laughs, and vanya looks very confused from that comment, her eyebrows furrowing. “meanwhile i’m carrying a torch, for a soldier i haven’t technically met yet, luther is... in love with his sister. and you!” he spins around to point at you now, and you’re surprised by his sudden call out, “y/n, you don’t even realize that you’re ridiculously in love with five!”
you gape at the declaration, not even able to comprehend the accusation, but it doesn’t matter, because he keeps on. “face it, the only healthy long-term relationship in this family, was when five was banging that mannequin.” allison crosses her eyes, falling back into her seat, “the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love,” he holds his flask up into the air, “is how to screw it up.”
the two women mutter their agreements, and you take a long drink from the bottle, sighing as you let your head fall against the back of your chair, the champagne resting on your leg.
“how do you guys deal with this?” vanya questions, and you lift your head slightly to raise your eyebrows in question, and she continues. “all of it. the time travel, seeing the dead, the end of the world...”
“well i get really high,” klaus tells her, plopping into the chair behind him, “allison, allison... lies to herself.” the woman kicks a rolling stool towards him in irritation, causing him to flinch, “y/n works herself to death helping five, and you suppress all your emotions, deep, deep down, until you... you blow shit up.”
rolling your eyes, you decide to ignore his comments, looking to vanya. “yeah, i’d like to not do that anymore.” she looks to the floor.
“well,” you stand up, stumbling slightly, “you have six days.” you look at the nearly empty bottle of champagne, and you scrunch your nose up. did you really do that?
“what are we supposed to do with six days?” allison scoffs.
klaus mutters an ‘i don’t know’ and vanya seems like she has an ah-hah moment as she sits up in her chair. “i’m going to tell sissy i love her.” she announces, and klaus looks at her with raised eyebrows, his hands up in the air at his sides, “i don’t want any secrets.” she shrugs her shoulders.
“yeah-” allison grabs her bottle and stands up from her seat, “yeah, you’re right! ‘cause if everything’s going to go tits up, the least i can do is be honest with my husband!”
klaus rests his elbows on his knees, “oh... does that mean i’m going to have to face my cult?” he sighs, “i just hate group breakups- it’s why i stopped dating twins.”
vanya throws her hands out to the side, her eyebrows furrowed. “this family is amazing.”
the other two chuckle, and you shake your head with a grin on your face. yeah, their family is incredibly dysfunctional, but at least they were connected on some level. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” allison giggles, and klaus stands to hug her, both of them struggling to stand upright on their feet.
they motion for you and vanya to join, and when the woman hops over to engage in the group hug, you sigh and join in, having to lean against them all to keep yourself up.
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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader
Chapter 5- Valhalla
Summary: The gala was fun and all, a mild exception being when you almost got choked out by one of the Swedes. For the time being, you and Diego get a surprise visit by the rest of the Hargreeves.
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“You know, I’m starting to get the feeling Dads avoiding us.” Five says frustrated, looking on as the cars continue to hastily leave the ruined party.
“Yeah, no shit.” You mumble back at him, fixing your dress, as you happen to notice how it now has a nice clean rip where the shoulder seam should be together. In the face of danger all accessories are temporarily forgotten, oh well, you didn’t even like the dress anyways, to constricting.
“Hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, it’s time to get the hell out of here.” Says Lila as she walks into view from behind some bushes and a brick wall, continuing to walk past all of you until she reaches the pavement, stopping to turn around and usher you three to follow.
“When you say “we,” who exactly are you referring to?” Challenges Five.
“Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.” Replies Lila, shrugging him off.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, I’d advise you return posthaste.” Five says, using that pushy tone of his again, done with Lila’s falsities.
“She’s right Five we gotta get outta here.” Mutters Diego, looking around slightly nervously.
“I just saved your life, you kinder-shit. If I hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.” She snaps back.
“That’s the problem. You’re too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much. And you fight like you know what you’re doing.” Five says making a compelling point. You eye her up suspiciously.
“He’s not wrong.” You tell her, equally as conflicted as to who or what she truly is.
“So I know how to handle myself. And that makes me the bad guy?” She questions calmly like what we’re saying is absolutely ridiculous.
“Whoever you are, you’re in my way. If I see you again, I will kill you.” States Five seriously, with restrained anger flashing in his eyes as he gives her a last dirty look before walking away back to Elliot’s house.
Looking to you and Diego in disbelief, she turns to go walking a couple of feet before turning back to the both of you. “Guys come on we have to go.” She urges.
“I was getting my ass handed to me back there. You helped Five, not me.” He questions walking in closer to here accusingly.
“Because he’s a kid and you’re a man. Bloody act like one for god sakes, Y/N didn’t appear to need any help. If I remember correctly.” She says in defense, trying to get her point across without giving herself away.
Nodding Diego walks past her. You look up at her pleading eyes and look down for a second thinking of what to do. Making up your mind, you purse your lips together, walking past her as well.
“Y/N, really?” She pleads, knowing she’s losing the battle. You turn to her.
“I liked you Lila, you were fun to hang around with for awhile, I’ll admit. But we know nothing about you, and shits gotten weirder then ever. And right now I can sense that your lying to us, I wouldn’t even have to look at you to know that, I can practically smell it.” You explain to her without much remorse, you knew something was up after all, and nothing is getting in the way of your family’s safety. If she happens to be with the wrong people, that is.
You stare at her for a second more before turning around and following Diego. Tired of all the crazy shit you’d endured at the party.
“Oh, come on. Y/N? Diego? Really? You’re just gonna walk away?” She yells, as Diego starts to make a beeline for the woods. You ignore her calls as you jump over the thigh high stone wall and into the woods you go.
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The next morning you and Diego get a surprise visit from Luther, someone whom you haven’t seen in a year and a half. After greetings are said, he walks in hungry as ever. So now here you are in Elliot’s kitchen as Luther makes himself a ridiculously large amount of scrambled eggs. You, Diego, Five, and Luther in the midst of a discussion on everything that’s happened up until now.
Smelling the delicious scent of scrambled eggs you sit on the kitchen table with your boots on the chair, looking between Diego and Luther who’s currently cooking said eggs at the moment. Watching as Diego paces back and forth heated about the ass kicking you, Five, and himself received last night.
“No, no, no, I don’t understand. They keep following me and Y/N. Those Dutch fuckers.” Diego points out, attempting to explain his thoughts to Five.
Wait, who?” Wonders Luther, trying to keep up with what’s going on.
“Some Swedish sociopaths.” You answer bluntly.
“Precisely Y/N, atleast one of you is paying attention.” Turning to Diego he continues, “They’re hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do anymore damage to the timeline.”
“Yeah, but why now? I mean I’m fine for three months until you showed up.” Diego growls, snapping his fingers angrily at Five’s unflinching form.
“Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me.” Luther adds, focusing on the eggs he’s still cooking.
Pointing to Five you reply, “Luther’s got a point. I was here for almost two years and I haven’t been randomly hunted down by anyone. Then you show up and I get put in a choke-hold.” You say raising an eyebrow at him.
“Even if it was my fault, which it isn’t, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone’s gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate.” Comments Five, glancing between the three of you.
Quietly Luther speaks up, “Well that’s not exactly true.” He says with a sigh, looking at the wall before turning to your guys’ confused faces.
“What do you mean?” Asks Five, stepping in closer.
“You didn’t?” He looks away from your prying gaze, he did.
“I saw him.” Luther says, looking nervously at you three, like a child getting caught with a frog in his pocket. He then proceeded to go on a long and boring story about how he traveled back to the Umbrella Academy, talked with Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself, only to get shot down and sternly told to leave. Of course that’s what was going to happen, idiot, he doesn’t even know who you are.
Sitting to Luther’s right and Diego to his left with Five in a chair to your back left. You slouch leaning your arms against the table, propping your head up with your right arm, as you lean against the wall. Listening to the two converse about his misfortunes.
“That’s pathetic.” Diego tells Luther bluntly.
“Yeah, well at least he didn’t shank my ass.” He mumbles, mouth full of scrambled eggs.
“No, bro, he shanked your heart.” Diego says in the most sincere voice you’ve heard in awhile.
Snorting with amusement from your side of the table, you add bluntly, “Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” Gaining a chuckle from Diego and an eye roll from Five.
“Mhm, hilarious.” Luther replies sarcastically, continuing to scarf down more eggs.
Walking into the doorway to the kitchen, Elliot stops, looking confused at Luther. “Is that my bathrobe?” Staring up at him like a deer in the headlights he says innocently, “No”
“Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel.” Interrupts Five, talking to the three of you.
“Uh, wait, why don’t we just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?” Wonders Elliot.
Standing up visibly frustrated, not really caring enough to explain himself anymore, Five asks the three of you sitting down. “Anyone care to explain?”
Luther looks up at Elliot ready to clarify why, “First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” Diego adding, “Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”
“Last time I tried it, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday.” Five says, while making himself a cup of coffee. “Anymore questions, Elliot?”
“Uh, no.” Studders Elliot, finally getting the point.
“You’re all missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.” Diego says sternly.
“A cabal?” Luther asks, confused again.
“Ignore him” You tell Luther, earning a glare from Diego, you smile at him innocently.
“Look, the way I see it, we only have one option.” States Five.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Questions Luther, half sarcastically.
“It’s time to get the Umbrella Academy back together.” Five says in all seriousness.
“Hell yeah, family meeting.” Diego grins, looking at you, you lift an arm up in reply.
“Why not?”
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Sitting in the upstairs area near the balcony are Diego, Luther, Vanya, and Elliot, who’s trying to explain the workings and history of jello to everyone. No one really caring enough to listen to his rambling about how it’s made. Meanwhile, you stand looking down at the doors in excited anticipation for your long lost friends.
You listen as they bicker from behind you, Diego still salty about getting the life sucked out of him by Vanya’s energy tentacles, finally they make their peace and you smile to yourself. Proud that he’s matured a bit since then, knowing old Diego probably wouldn’t even be talking to her right now. Hearing the sound of a bell ring, you look up to the doors and spot Five, Allison, and Klaus making their way inside. Shouting their own greetings not catching sight of the rest of you just yet. Now finally looking up, they spot the four of you and shock instantly arrives on their faces, everyone looking at each other with dumbfounded smiles.
“Oh, wow. I know this is impossible, but, did we all get sexier?” Klaus wonders his eyes landing on each of you. You smile at him, missing his stupid humor.
The four of you walk quickly down the steps, grateful to have the whole family back together again. You rush up to Klaus, engulfing him a bear huge. “I missed my partner in crime.” You tell him smiling like an idiot. Breaking away, still holding onto your arms he adds, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed our Friday night margarita parties.” Smiling at you, Diego then comes in for a brotherly greeting himself. “Oh, you are drunk.”
“Yeah. No, just a little...just a few.” He says glancing at you for a second. You grin shaking your head at him, typical Klaus. He then turns to participate in a group hug with Vanya and Allison. You speed walk over, stretching your arms along with him, engaging in the friendly hug as well. Collecting yourselves together again, you stand back grateful for everyone still being alive and well.
“Klaus. Is Ben here?” Five questions, gathering the attention of everyone.
Putting a hand on his hip he casually says, “Oh, uh...no. No, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time travel.” He says, as he looks around to all of you, avoiding your gaze. You then hear an oddly aggravated whisper as the air pricks with static. Only you notice it, turning to the empty chairs you smirk. You know Ben’s here. Even though you can’t see the dead like Klaus can, whenever he’s around you and as long as he’s not to intoxicated, are you able feel the presence of the ghosts that follow him.
“Y/N is this true?” Five asks you, not completely believing him.
Winking at the chair you turn back to Five, glancing at Klaus for a second. As he rolls his eyes at you. “Everyone’s accounted for. Alive. And dead.” You state.
“All right, then. Let’s get down to business.” Five ends with, starting to walk up the stairs. Never one to mess around for too long, huh.
——
Everyone stares at Five as he begins to apologize for stranding us all here in the 60′s. Then he goes on to confirm about this new apocalypse and whatnot. Surprising Klaus, evidently leading to the discovery of his cult that he apparently somehow started, not that you’re that stunned, if we’re being honest.
Five then shows the picture of Sir Reginald standing on the grassy knoll, Diego fully believing him to be the cause of Kennedy’s death, and Five saying it could be something else entirely. You agreeing with the the more probable explanation of Fives. He does express the fact that no one really knows shit about anything quit yet either, so how could we know it’s actually Reginald on the grassy knoll.
Diego then starts rambling about how the assassination and the apocalypse have to do with their dad, yet again. Five cutting in with his own calculated approach.
“But we know something changes the timeline, we have to make this right.”
“Yeah, but how, if we don’t know what’s broken?” Adds Allison, who’s sitting next to Vanya on the couches large plushy armrest. Klaus sipping a glass of beer or something of the like behind them.
“Come on, do the math. We know Dad’s having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president.” He says looking at everyone, trying to convince them. “So I think we know what we have to do.” He says, walking over to Five after delivering that dramatic line.
Both of them speak at the same time.
“Find Dad.” Says Five.
“Kill Dad.” Says Diego, with slight aggression, your eyebrows raise in surprise.
Everyone looks up at him, confusion clearly written on every single one of your faces. You honestly weren’t expecting Diego to throw the whole ship out to sea. He wants to kill the old fart huh, yeah that’s not gonna fuck up the timeline or anything.
“None of us are supposed to be here, right? I mean, what if it’s us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?” Questions Vanya who gets nothing but  nervous glances from mostly everyone. You included.
“Diego and Y/N, have been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald.” Blurts out Luther.
“I was an unwilling accomplice.” You retort, sneering at him.
“And you’re working for Jack Ruby.” Diego cuts in defensively.
Klaus speaks up adding, “Allison has been very involved in local politics.” He says, while laying comfortably on the couch.
“Okay, you started a cult.” She snaps back.
“And I’m a nanny on a farm. I don’t have anything to do with all of that.” Vanya says calmly.
“Well, maybe you do, we just don’t know yet.” Allison adds.
Diego whistles bringing the attention of everyone back to him. “Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new lives is connected to Kennedy. That can’t be a coincidence. Luther works for Ruby, Allison is protesting the government, Dad is on the grassy knoll, Klaus is...” he pauses for a second. “Doing something weird and pervy but probably related. See, clearly we were all sent back here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy.” Diego rambles completely serious about his mindset on Kennedy and the real reason why you are all here. I’m in love with an idiot, you think. Opening your mouth to state your opinion, the rest of them doing the same. Five sits back in thought, sick of all his siblings and yours nonsense.
Sitting up quickly, Five interrupts sadly, “Guys, you all die. Even Y/N. I was there. I saw it. And I wanna forget it, but I can’t.” Everyone shuts up listening to him talk about the end of the world. “I saw Russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it...in a war that never happened until we brought it here. And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.” Everyone looks on concerned and nervous, letting the hard truth about the future set in. “I don’t know if things we’ve experienced here are all connected. I don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. But Dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”
Pondering the words Five just said to everyone, Luther suddenly gets up. “Okay, I’m out.”
Frustrated Five raises his voice, “Did you even hear me, Luther?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year-old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything. Well you can count me out. It’s time we all grew the hell up.” Grumbles Luther, frustrated with everyone and the idiotic idea of going to Sir Reginald for help.
Standing behind the opposite couch of Allison and Vanya, you turn to Five vexed by what he just told you, raising your voice slightly. “Did you get knocked on your head as a child, I mean all of you, seriously? When has Sir Reginald-stick-up-his-ass-Hargreeves ever legitimately helped us do anything?” You pushed, trying to make a point. “Even though I thought I’d never say this actual sentence in my entire life, I’m with Luther. Fuck that old monocle wearing dipshit. I’m out.” You huff pissed off. How could they all actually agree to meeting up with him, like he’s gonna talk it out and everyone’s gonna be A-Okay again, no way. You lived in the Umbrella Academy for seven years. It wasn’t what one would call, a walk in the park.
Everyone’s eyes are on you by the time you’ve finished your passionate rant, all looking very perplexed by your outburst. Your opinionated eruptions aren’t anything new, as you’ve always stood up for yourself and what you believe in, but. You sadly understood that even as grown up as they all are, they still seek guidance in the old man. Luther’s right, it’s time they’ve all gotten their shit together.
“Alright then.” Luther adds turning to walk towards the stairs, you hot on his tail. Hearing the calls from everyone else for you two to come back, you ignore them. Even when Diego gets up, questioning the both of you.
“Don’t.” You glare at him darkly, not wanting to hear any more bullshit about JFK or Reginald.
In a flash, Five teleports directly in front of Luther, blocking your exit down the steps.
“No one leaves until we figure this out.” Five says, a stern expression on his determined face.
Sighing, Luther grabs his uniform, picking him up and throwing him off the staircase. Where Five teleports somewhere before he can hit the hard, tiled floor below.
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Walking down the side street, next to Luther you keep your eyes forward not wanting to hear anything Diego tries to tell you. Taking the hint, Diego decides to talk to Luther instead. “What’s going on with you, big boy?”
“Ugh, leave me alone, Diego.” Grunts Luther, keeping his eyes forward and locked onto the street ahead of him.
“Huh? So, what, you’re just gonna sucker punch Five and haul ass, huh.” Looking to you, he continues not being able to stop himself. “And don’t even get me started on you, I mean really, you follow me around and then decide to throw in the towel.” He questions dangerously, honestly a bit annoyed that this whole time you were never really on board for saving the president.
You roll your eyes, about to let him have it. “I’m not stepping anywhere near that old fuck. We could handle ourselves, if the rest of you weren’t complete fucking idiots.” You snap.
Grumbling something incomprehensible, he turns to Luther. “You got a legitimate reason for walking out on us?”
“Look, maybe trying to stop doomsday is exactly what starts it. Did you ever think of that?” 
“Oh, so we do nothing? Since when are you a quitter?” Challenges Diego.
“Since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance.” Luther exclaims, defensively.
“So this is about you never living up to the old man’s expectations bullshit, huh?” Says Diego, trying to keep up with the two of you who are walking quit briskly down the side street.
Luther scoffs, “Maybe. I don’t know, I mean we’re all crazy where Dad’s concerned.”
“Oh, I’m not.” Adds Diego smiling. Yeah okay hot stuff keep telling yourself that, you think, forcing yourself to hold it in. “He’s an asshole. I’m awesome, and Y/N would agree with me too, if she wasn’t so moody. It’s all very simple. You have to understand that, okay?” Diego says smartly, so damn sure of himself.
Stopping at the sidewalk you cross your arms turning to Diego. “So why can’t you leave JFK alone then, hmm?” You look up expectantly, raising an eyebrow as wait for the truth.
He pauses for a moment, “I’m a hero. Heroes stop crime.” He tells you earnestly, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Shaking your head at him you take a deep breath, Luther coming to your aid. “No, no, no. No, Dad told you you’re a hero. Right? He told all of us. But what if he lied? What if we’re just a bunch of freaks who have no business changing the world.” Shouts Luther.
“No, everyone changes the world, Luther. Everyone. And it’s scary, but that’s kinda the deal. You know, your so goddamn big, sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are.” Making eye contact with you he continues, “It’s all gonna work out. We’re on the right path.”
“You sound like a religious cat poster.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you know?” Asks Luther confused and frustrated.
Deciding to draw their attentions to something more important, you state an unseen but obvious fact, one that you’ve been silently tracking since the three of you left Elliot’s place. “Hey dipshit’s, there’s a long black car that’s been following us since we left Elliot’s.” They look at you confused for a second. “Six o’clock.”
Luther turns around as a mysterious black vehicle rolls up to you three. The driver getting out and pulling a piece of paper from his inner suite pocket. Handing it to Diego, who takes it cautiously.
Cutting it open with one of his knifes, he begins to read it aloud, “To my pursuers: I, Reginald Hargreeves...request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, half past seven o’clock, 1624 Magnolia Street.” He finishes, looking up at the two of you.
“A light supper?” Luther wonders.
Luther and Diego then turn to you, Diego with a dumb smirk plastered across his face, you roll your eyes and hang your head back in defeat. “Goddammit.” You deadpan.
“Anyone hungry?” Luther randomly asks, you guessing it’s his attempt at lighting up the mood.
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#5
You Should Have Lied
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A/N: So I am trying to write daily and work at it. Also trying to do more gifs and look what an excuse to practice. Another thing: Via La Pluto!
You could feel the waves of rage coming off of Klaus. To say he was upset would have been an understatement. You could feel the hatred he had like it was under your fingers. You felt a shiver run down your spine. You wished at this moment to be anyone else. You would trade anything to not be involved in this moment
“Are you sure?” He asked again.
“Yes.”  You repeated again.
“How did this happen?”
Like a broken record, you repeated yourself. “You were gone.”
“Hardly my fault.” He cut in, again.
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. Hardly his fault was as far from the truth as you were from Pluto, but telling him that would not calm him down. “I had no idea when you would return. I decided that we were over.”
You could feel his anger. He had left you alone with no warning, like he had done so many times before. This time around you had decided not to wait for him.  Now you were engaged to a lovely person who cared deeply about you. Yet Klaus thought because he loved you, you belonged to him. You would have yelled at Klaus about the fact that he had left for several years to raise a daughter he had because he cheated on you. That would not calm him or get him to leave, which was your only goal in talking to him.
You waited for his next scripted move, after all the two of you had been at this for hours. Hours of work to get him calm enough to leave without any casualties and now you felt trapped in a time loop. Next he would tell you he should have gotten a vote on this. You would appease him by saying that you were weak and needed someone. He would ask you if you missed him. You would be truthful and say yes. He would then ask if you were sure. Then how. On what felt like the millionth run through of this, you knew you should have lied the first time. Maybe you could lie this time.
“Why didn’t you wait?” The emotion in his voice was a mix of anger and sadness.
Because you cheated on me. It was seven years. I am human and will die one day and I will not die alone. You sighed away the first few answers. Anywhere but here is where you wanted him, you told yourself again. Those answers would not get him to leave. “Why didn’t you stay?”
“I had a daughter.”
“Which you conceived during our relationship. Most people would consider that cheating.”
His anger at either himself or you rendered him silent.  “You could have told me.” You accused him.
That seemed to knock a bit of the anger out of him. “I am not saying I would have stayed. But if you had told me, I could have had a choice.”
He looked you over. You knew that look and you knew what he was looking for. He always liked trying to figure out everyone’s angle. You always confused him because loving him was your only angle. “Fine. I will leave you to make this mistake.”
“Fine.”
After a moment of silence, the two of you got up. You walked him to your door. You closed the door behind him and then you cried. A few months later you were happily married.
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#4
I am a sociopath. I know, shocker.
A/N: For the Bingo square “I am a sociopath. I know, shocker.”
You felt crushed. "It was all a lie?" You heard yourself ask.
"Yes." Klaus said without the warmth you had grown accustomed to.
You thought of every moment spent with him. Rage, and sadness built at rapid rates. "How.." you started to accuse him.
"I am a sociopath. I know, shocker." Klaus said with the same villainous tone he saved for his enemies.
"That is no excuse. Hell it's barely an explanation." You spat. 
"I was bored." He explained.
"You were so bored that you swore that you loved me!" You shouted
"Yes." Klaus responded emotionless
"You have been my boyfriend for years to keep yourself entertained."
"Yes"
"You held me as I cried because there was nothing better to do."
"Yes."
"All the times we made love were just ways to pass the time to you."
"Yes."
"I can't believe you. Everyone was right you are a monster." You screamed at him.
"Took you awhile." He stated.
You were so furious you wanted to strangle him. You would have slapped him but the small amount of pain you would cause would not satisfy you. You breathed deeply. “You know what, this wasn’t easy for me. It has been an uphill fight from day one for me, and I thought it was worth it because you loved me and I love you. Thank you for freeing me from my misconception and allowing me to take the easier path.” You said the final words you ever planned to say to Klaus and left. 
Klaus watched you leave. His heart left with you. “Did you really need to be so cruel, brother?” Elijah asked, handing Klaus a drink.
“It was the only way to make sure she never came back until it is safe.” Klaus said.
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#3
Tell me
A/N: Vervain aka verbena is a real plant. Google it. SO yeah. Bingo Square Vervain. Just a heads up Elijah is going to use compel to try and make reader confess feelings. So you know.
Elijah’s brown eyes bore into yours. You thought you saw his pupils dilate quickly and go back to normal. You were determined to not break his eye contact. You swallowed hard almost knowing his question before he asked. You readied your lie. “Are you in love with anyone?”
“No.” Your mouth said but your heart screamed I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.
Elijah was a closed off person, but you were sure that he was relieved. Anyone with eyes could see you were hopelessly in love with your best friend. Hell, anyone listening to your heartbeat could hear that it skipped a beat every time he came into the room. Elijah for his part had been kind about your feelings. You knew the reason he asked was to make sure that you would not cross any lines and ruin the friendship the two of you built.
Elijah was a kind soul who was just looking for relief from you. Everyone with eyes could see that he and Hayley had sparks. You knew he was just getting to the bottom of it so he would not feel bad about his heart belonging to a married woman. Now that he knew you wouldn’t do something so stupid as to fall in love with someone who was not available, he would be able to worry a little less about you.
He dropped the subject and the two of you went about as normal until you decided to pay your friend a surprise visit. “I do not appreciate people lying to me, brother.” Klaus said alerting you to him being on some stupid nonsense quest.
“I would not lie to you about that.” Elijah said calmly.
"She moons over you. I have never seen anyone look at anyone with as much love as she looks at you, except for when you look at her." Klaus stated.
"Then how did she lie to me when I compeled her?" Elijah asked
Your heart hurt a little bit that Elijah would compel you for the truth instead of asking. Sometimes he could act like the rules didn’t apply to him. You walked into the room. “Vervain.” You said.
The brothers looked at you a bit shocked. “I have been keeping vervain on me and ingesting it since I found out about compelusion.” You stated
The silence formed the question you answered. “You know, to keep people from getting secrets from me against my will. I thought I was doing that to protect you from the world and not to protect me from you.” You said disappointed.
You turned to leave when Elijah called out your name. You stared at him. “I am in love with you.” came out of his mouth instead of the I am sorry you were owed.
Part of you wanted to laugh. “Elijah, I will forgive you, but you have to be hon…” Your breath caught as you read his face. He was not lying to keep you around.
You tried to gather your thoughts. “Same.” was what came out and you cursed yourself.
“What I meant was..” you tried to back track your same remark.
You were cut off by Elijah’s lips meeting yours. You knew he understood what you meant.
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Jeans
Elijah looked like a dream and there was nothing you could do to stop your reaction. Your audible gasp drew his attention. “All this because I choose to wear jeans and a shirt.”
At a loss for words, you nodded. He leaned over and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back a bit. “Should I do this more often?”
Your voice failed you again, so you nodded almost headbutting him. He kissed you again. “I never knew that dressing in jeans would render you speechless.”
“It’s a really good look.” You finally scraped enough voice together to say.
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A/N: I got a quick drable here anyone want it?
"Fuck me." You said, as your computer crashed.
"I am trying, but you are not picking up on my hints." Elijah said 
"You would need to drop hints for me to miss them." 
"What do you think would count as a hint?" 
You sighed giving up on the computer and deciding to focus on his question. "Maybe by showing interest. Getting in someone's personal space and  kissing them."
The next moment Elijah was in your personal space. Before you could really process, his lips were on yours. Too soon, he pulled away. "Like I said, I have been trying to."
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armandyke · 5 years ago
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Blood and destruction because of one man
Summary: Klaus is seventeen, and currently barred from all Academy business due to his... questionable lifestyle choices. Oblivious to the tragedy unfolding on his siblings’ latest mission, he finds himself being visited by a gruesome and hauntingly familiar ghost. 
Word Count: 2604
Square Filled: Free Space
Characters: All the siblings, Reginald Hargreeves, Grace Hargreeves, Pogo
Warnings: Drug use, gore, swearing, death
A/N: The fourth of nine entries for @tuacreatorsbingo !
You can read it here, or on my AO3
It had been thirty seven minutes and sixteen seconds since Klaus had swallowed two of the rather ominous looking red pills he’d managed to score the night before, and he was starting to think he might have been ripped off. Sure, the room seemed to be spinning just a little bit, but other than that he just felt… Normal. 
Thirty seven minutes and thirty two seconds.
The thought occurred to him that maybe being high was his normal now, and the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he couldn’t quite pinpoint what being sober actually felt like anymore. 
Thirty seven minutes and forty five seconds.
With a deflated sigh, he rolled himself off the bed, barely registering the pain in his side as he hit the floorboards with a heavy thud. He reached under the bed, feeling blindly around until his hand found the soft toy unicorn, repurposed last year into a makeshift cigarette stash. His heart sank when he pried the toy's torso apart, finding nothing but a few remnants of cotton stuffing. 
Thirty eight minutes and twelve seconds.
He was sure there’d been at least twenty when he counted last night. Had he really smoked that many since then? He did tend to smoke more when his siblings were away on a mission, but twenty? Unfortunately, his memory of the past twelve hours was hazy at best, so he just shrugged to himself, getting to his feet and padding down the hall to Allison’s room. 
The silence of the empty house was comforting. Obviously he worried about his siblings while they were away, but dad being out of the house certainly made life easier for a few blissful hours. 
He grabbed a vibrant purple and gold scarf from Allison’s closet as he walked past, twirling it around his neck and admiring himself in the mirror. It didn’t quite match the pyjamas he was wearing, but then, when had that ever stopped him before? Allison kept her cigarettes on the shelf above her dresser, so he clambered on top of it, sending a few brushes and perfume bottles crashing to the floor in the process, and balanced precariously on his toes to reach the ornate pink box. He took a couple, placed the box back on it’s shelf, and made his way back to his own room, stopping to pocket a bottle of deep blue nail polish along the way. 
One hour ten minutes and nineteen seconds.
The sound of Vanya’s violin flooded the house as Klaus lit the second of his stolen cigarettes, letting it burn his lungs while he finished painting over the chipped pink polish on his toes. He flopped back against the mattress and closed his eyes as the music filled his ears. The song was unfamiliar, maybe even improv, which was his favourite to listen to. He liked not knowing what was coming next. 
The music washed over him, and he felt as though a thick, heavy blanket had been laid over him, pushing him deeper into the mattress. It was the most relaxed he’d felt all day, letting out a deep breath and stubbing his cigarette out on his bedside table. Gradually, the sound drifted further and further away, until all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. 
One hour twenty one minutes and eleven seconds.
He was pulled out of his daze by the sound of footsteps. Cracking one eye open, he glanced over at his open door. It was a wet, squelching sound, like somebody tracking muddy boots across the hardwood floor. Definitely not mom, then. She never went outside. Vanya was still playing her violin, seemingly oblivious to the approaching sound, and Pogo never went anywhere without his cane. 
“Diego?” He called, wondering if maybe the others had snuck back in without him noticing. 
No answer, and now he could hear the footsteps heading up the stairs. Rolling his eyes, Klaus hopped off the bed and made his way towards the door. 
“If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work,” He said as he poked his head around the door frame. “Because nothing you do can compare to the nightmare that is my actual life.” 
He was fully expecting to see his siblings crouching on the staircase, waiting to jump out and scare him, but the whole hallway was empty. The footsteps started again, this time overhead, and he let out a loud, dramatic sigh. 
“You guys are assholes,” He muttered, trudging up the stairs.
The corridor was empty, and the noise had disappeared. With a frustrated huff, he made his way quietly across the floor, pausing, and backtracking two steps to Five’s bedroom door. An impossible thought flashed across his mind, before being quickly extinguished by another muffled sound coming from behind Ben’s door. 
Charging across the hall, he threw the door open, ready to cuss his siblings out for being massive jerks and really shitty pranksters. Only it wasn’t his siblings, it was a ghost, at least he hoped that’s what they were, given the state of them. 
He made a mental note to flush the rest of those shitty pills down the toilet later before looking the ghost up and down. The “muddy” shoes he’d heard squelching across the floorboards were drenched in blood, with one leg looking almost as though it had been blown up, ripped completely open with fleshy ribbons hanging down around the exposed bone. Their stomach was shredded to pieces, oozing blood and guts and fatty tissue that squelched and made Klaus’ stomach turn every time the ghost moved. One arm appeared to have been torn off completely, while the other hung limply with a piece of bone jutting out from the elbow, and their face… well, what was left of it, was bloody and shredded, as though it had been practically torn off. One eye was missing, or maybe just sunken behind the swollen exposed flesh, while the other peered out at him, watching him blankly. 
“Uh…” Klaus said, swallowing thickly as he fought to keep the contents of his stomach down. “Look. I can see you’re going through a bit of a rough time, but I do have some ground rules around here. Numero Uno being that my siblings’ bedrooms are strictly off limits.” 
The ghost made a grunting noise and opened their mouth in an attempt to speak, but one side of their jaw appeared to be almost completely detached and the only sound that came out was a sickening gurgling noise as blood dribbled down their chin. They took an unsteady step towards Ben’s desk and he frowned, folding his arms and clearing his throat. 
“Okay, clearly you’re new to the whole… being dead thing,” He said as he watched the ghost swiping their hand through the furniture they were attempting to touch. “And you probably have a lot going on. But my brother Ben? He has kind of a nervous disposition, and a creepy ghost tracking blood all over his bedroom isn’t gonna make him feel any better. There’s a million empty rooms in this stupid house for you to haunt. Just not this one. Okay? Please?”
That seemed to capture the ghost’s attention again and they turned back towards him, making what sounded like a whimpering noise. He wasn’t sure if it was the way the ghost stood, or how they looked at him, or what, but something felt familiar.
“Klaus?”
Shrieking, Klaus spun around, very nearly smacking his sister in the face in the process. Vanya blinked at him for a moment before standing on tiptoes to look over his shoulder. 
“Who are you talking to?” 
“Me? Nobody. No talking going on here. Silent as the grave.” 
He cringed at the poor choice of phrasing, pulling Ben’s bedroom door shut and giving her the most innocent smile he could muster. 
“What are you doing up here anyway?” He asked. “I thought you were practicing.”
“Mom told me to find you. The others will be back soon and I think…” She trailed off, looking uncertain for a moment. “She was acting really strange.” 
“Our robotic mother, built and programmed by our sociopathic father to provide the love he is incapable of feeling, was acting strange? What a turn up for the books.” 
“I’m serious, Klaus,” She hissed. “What if something bad happened on their mission?”
“Nothing bad ever happens on missions, Vanya. They show up, they save the day, the city is once again indebted to us. Hip hip hooray. You’re just being paranoid.” 
Draping his arm over her shoulder, the two of them made their way down the stairs and through the winding corridors to their front door where mom and Pogo were waiting. 
“Hey, Pogo,” He said cheerfully as he strolled up next to him, frowning when Pogo gave him a sympathetic look and placed a hand on his shoulder. 
Next to him, Vanya gave him a strong “I told you so” look before nodding up towards mom, who was staring blankly at the wall opposite. 
“Mom?” He prompted, with no response. “Mom.”
The doors flung open and their father strode in, looking just as stony faced as usual. He didn’t spare either of them so much as a passing glance as he marched across the hall, stopping and turning at the foot of the stairs as he always did to wait for the others. The wait was agonising, but finally the door opened again, and Luther walked in. 
His hair was drenched with blood that ran down his face and onto his uniform, and his eyes were red and puffy with tear tracks streaking down his cheeks. Klaus had never seen him take his mask off before the mission debrief. It made him look strangely young, a far cry from the usual stoic Number One. He paused at the door and glanced over at them, making eye contact with Klaus for a second before looking back down at the floor and hurrying over to stand in front of dad. 
Diego came in next, his jaw clenched tightly as he marched purposefully across the room without a second of hesitation and tracking blood across the tiled floors. There was blood on his hands. The right was dried but the left… Klaus could see it dripping in spots on the floor where he stood, oozing through his fingers as they pressed tightly on the blade in his hand. 
The door swung open again and Allison walked in, making it two paces across the floor before looking over at him and Vanya and bursting into tears. Mom hurried across the room to her, squeezing her shoulders and whispering hushed comforts to her as she guided her the rest of the way. 
Klaus turned back towards the door expectantly and waited for Ben, desperate for the debrief to start so he could find out what the hell happened. The seconds ticked by, and the door stayed shut. It wasn’t like Ben to delay the debrief. 
He felt Vanya take his hand, and when he turned towards her she was staring at the ground, her eyes squeezed shut and tears rolling down her cheeks. 
“I don’t…” He turned to Pogo, who squeezed his shoulder and looked up at him sadly. “Where’s Ben?” He looked over at their father. “Where is he!?” 
“Silence!” He said sharply, tapping his cane on the ground in front of him. 
Luther straightened his shoulders. Diego’s fist started shaking with the force of his grip on his knife. Allison sobbed into mom’s arm. 
“Children, the city is once again indebted to you,” He announced, looking down his nose at the three of them. “Although the loss of Number Six proved to be… an unfortunate distraction, this was a successful mission, and I congratulate you.”
With that, he turned and began making his way up the stairs. Klaus saw Diego’s hand twitch, and before he could open his mouth to shout there was a sharp crack as his knife hit the handrail their father was holding, splintering the wood an inch above where his hand rested. 
“Is that it?” He asked when their father turned back to face him. “That’s all you have to say?” 
“Nothing more needs to be said.”
“No, there is plenty more that needs to be said.” Diego jabbed a finger at him accusingly, taking a step towards him. “I just watched my brother get ripped apart.” 
“As I said, Number Two-”
“Don’t call me that,” He said through gritted teeth, taking another step until they were standing toe to toe. “You killed him. You sent him in there, to die.” 
“I was not your leader on this mission.” 
Behind them, Luther hunched in on himself and Diego slammed his hand against the railing. 
“No, you don’t get to pin this on Luther. You lied to him. You lied to all of us. The only reason any of us got out of there alive is because B-” Diego stared at him, shaking with rage as he tried to get the word out. “B-B-Because B-”
“Spit it out, boy,” Their father said, drumming his fingers on the top of his cane impatiently. 
In a flash, Diego whipped another knife from his belt, holding the tip against their father’s neck. 
“Diego, no! ” Vanya screamed, while Allison hugged mom tighter and Luther threw his hands over his face. 
Klaus stood there, frozen to the spot, watching Diego’s shoulders rise and fall with each quick, shaky breath he took. Their father stood confidently, unphased by the knife pressed to his throat, with an almost bored expression on his face as Diego stared him down. 
After what seemed like an eternity, Diego yielded, hurling the knife at a painting on the opposing wall. 
“Fuck you,” He spat, his voice thick as he ripped the umbrella patch from his uniform and threw it at his feet before turning and storming away. 
“Diego-” Klaus tried to reach out for him as he walked past, but his brother shoved past him wordlessly and disappeared down the hall. 
“Dismissed!” Their father said sharply, tapping his cane against the tiles and marching up the stairs to his office. 
Slowly, Grace guided Allison across the hall towards her bedroom. Luther followed, then Vanya, then Pogo, until Klaus was the only one left standing there. 
He trudged across the floor, following the trail of Diego’s blood up to the stairs where he sank down and stared ahead at the door, hoping that maybe, just maybe this whole thing had been one really bad trip, and that any minute now Ben would come through the door, and they could go back to his room and Ben would fill him in on everything that happened on the mission. He heard something dripping on the floor and realised he was crying. How long had he been doing that? Sniffling, he wiped his face on the back of his sleeve and wrapped his arms around himself. 
Down the hall, he could hear the sound of furniture crashing and glass smashing, and then the sound of Vanya’s violin playing. He was aware of a presence stood next to him on the stairs, but it was a few minutes before he could bring himself to look up. 
The ghost had finally made his way out of his bedroom. In the light, Klaus could make out a few more features. Dark, blood soaked hair, a dark brown eye staring wordlessly at him, and the umbrella patch stitched to his uniform. 
One hour fifty eight minutes and thirty two seconds. 
Sighing, he fished the bag of pills out of his pocket and tipped a few into his hand. Three this time? Sure, why not. 
One second. 
A crash as Luther tore one of his models down from the ceiling. 
Two seconds. 
The sound of Diego’s mirror smashing. 
Three seconds. 
Muffled screams as Allison wailed into her pillow. 
Four seconds. 
Five seconds. 
Six seconds. 
Silence.
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sunriseseance · 4 years ago
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Can you do a propmpt about that scene with Klaus reading Vanya's book inrehab during group therapy? Pretty please?
Klaus doesn't like mandated therapy to begin with, but it sucks more than usual when he's expected to pretend he's fine on the day his sister rips him open and gets his guts everywhere.
Vanya does not know Klaus. It becomes more clear with every sentence he reads. She does not know why he turned to drugs, why he turned her away, why why why. She knows about as much as fucking Tigerbeat. She's a New York Times bestseller anyway.
He shouldn't be reading. He should be listening to Martha talk about the daughter she lost to cancer and the husband she lost to cheating with his grad students. He's the youngest one in the group by a decade. If he had a shred of dignity left, Vanya cut it up with the scissors she kept in her bedside. He shouldn't be reading.
The group leader, a former fan, fails to call him out on being disengaged, on talking to Ben, on everything. Klaus sometimes wonders if getting people to give up on him is his real superpower, and the seeing ghosts thing is some unholy punishment.
She calls him a narcissist. A sociopath. She delves into how much he wanted attention and how little he cared about anything. She says he turned to drugs because of boredom. She mentions that she heard him talking in his room at early hours of the morning. Generously, she forgot the screaming. She says he's cruel and uncaring and he was unaffected by Ben's death. If only she knew.
He can feel the relapse entering his veins, not that he was ever clean. Toast to Vanya. If only she was right.
Nobody knows anything about Klaus Hargreeves, and that is enough to make them declare him a lost cause. He cannot argue.
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ughtyrell · 2 months ago
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Brief comments the Hargreeves siblings give on Vanya's new book, Extra Ordinary my life as Number Seven, to street interviewers/paparazzi.
Where a tabloid takes comments from the siblings and paint Vanya as a sociopath.
"I hate it. It's a disgusting book but not surprising. Vanya's always been vindictive like that. Instead of, I don't know. Focusing on how much of an abusive maniac Reginald was she decided to make a burn book of the other abused kids in his household and cry about how we were mean to her. How we ignored her. As if we didn't have our entire day and nights scheduled by Reginald. Did you know we had thirty minutes of free time a week? Thirty minutes. Sorry we didn't cater to you in that time Vanya. Whatever. I don't even want to give her anymore of my time of day. It'll just encourage her. Leave me alone."
-Diego Hargreeves, Number Two.
"Are you going to pay me for answering these questions? If not then I have places to be, well mostly. Okay fine fine! Vanyas book? Hahaha yeah what a shit show, would love it because fuck dad yeah! He probably hates it. But hard to admire something written about how jealous someone is about your shit childhood and the abuse you went through. Like, wow, rude much? I'd give anything to not have gone through what we did. To not have this curse on me that makes my life a living nightmare and got the attention of a madman who bought me and then turned my childhood into drill sargents wet dream.
Oh Diego said that? Yeah yeah it was true. Little van can hold a grudge and will make you pay for it ten fold. We weren't really allowed around her you know? When we were little Dad said she was fragile, she was sensitive and we weren't allowed to upset her. And then, well, it became too much of a risk to be around little Vanny. Not with dad's hawkeyes on us waiting for us to mess up. If seven so much as frowned around one of us we'd get a lecture about how we aren't supposed to upset our sister. And God forbid we accidentally made her cry. Dad's cane really packs a hit. And I think seven realized that because if we did do something she didn't like, tears were a easy way to make us regret it. But that was when we were really young. Before she got sick. Then she was gone for a while and when she came back dad said she was better but not to bother her and truth be told, none of us really wanted too. The image of her dead stare as we got caned because of her never really went away. Dad did stop caning us if she was upset after she came back but we had other things to worry about then. This is really killing my vibe. Can you just pay me now?"
-Klaus Hargreeves, Number Four.
"Listen, I love my sister and if she felt she needed to write that book fine. She was abused too but in a different way, she was pushed away. I just wished she tried to understand our position too instead of making us her villains in her life and book. We were all abused by dad, now enough- how do you know about that. Klaus? Of course. Vanya was sick as a kid okay? She was maybe a bit cruel but dad got her meds. She's better now. It wasn't her fault dad caned us. Well. Maybe sometimes she did put on tears to get the boys in trouble and never seemed sorry about that. But as I said. She's better now. She has medication and gets therapy for things like that. Hopefully her therapist can help her sort through these feelings that made her write the book as well. Now leave us alone."
-Allison Hargreeves, Number Three.
"Dad did what he thought was best for us. He told us Vanya couldn't handle it and I agree with him. She was safer away than with us. Sorry if that hurt number sevens feelings enough to write a book. Now get off our property."
-Luther Hargreeves, Number One.
Follow up interviews:
"I told you I don't want to give any more time to Number seven. But I will say one thing. I hope that this stupid, selfish book she wrote isn't giving any of my other siblings trouble. But I know that's a lie because it's already effecting how people see me. They either look at me with pity or wonder how I could be mean to one of my siblings enough for them to write a book. Like I could've been nice at all in a house like Hargreeves. Kindness wasn't something you could afford in a house like that. It was a survival challenge. We survived, not all of us, Ben and Five weren't so lucky but I thought the rest of us all had a unspoken agreement to never speak of it again. To leave it in the past. We don't even speak to each other anymore. But leave it up to Number seven to pick out the thing that would hurt us most for her revenge."
-Diego Hargreeves, Number Two.
"You're back again? Leave me alone. I've already had such a shit day and I keep hearing about this book. A book I bought with my own money just to get shit on and harassed for. I could've used that money for fun times, you know like the useless junkie I am as my dear sister put it. Instead I got a book with some of my most private moments from childhood used against me and people like you wanting to question me. Listen. I didn't mean to paint Vanya as some evil psycho child. I was just rambling. It was true what I said mind you but she got better okay. Well maybe not better because obviously she got issues with us and stuff. Maybe we should've checked on her but honestly we couldn't even check on ourselves never mind little quiet Vanya who's job was to observe us and report to dad. Ugh! I don't want to talk about any of this. I thought she said I was just a junkie on the streets, why listen to me?"
-Klaus Hargreeves, Number Four.
"Please just leave me and my family alone. I said I love my sister and she was sick. Not demented and cruel! You people are vultures. Do I talk to any of my siblings? No. Once we left the house we didn't keep in contact with each other. Easier that way to close that chapter in our lives. So just leave me alone."
-Allison Hargreeves, Number Three.
"Do I need to call the police? I don't care about Vanya's book. She wrote it, a lot of it was either her victim complex or, or. Like Allison said, Vanya was sick, maybe she's still sick I don't know. She doesn't call. None of them do and the house number hasn't ever changed. If she wants to talk about her book she can call, if anyone wants to talk, they can call. But they haven't and they probably won't and I don't got anything to say either so get off the property before we have a problem."
-Luther Hargreeves, Number One.
This idea just wouldn't leave my head. The siblings remembering not Vanya's powers but her attitude when she had them and how they made her come off. They don't remember why Sir Reginald was so strict with keeping Vanya calm, he didn't want Vanya accidentally or not, killing off one of his to be team. They only remember the harsh punishments of upsetting Vanya and therefore risking themselves. Whether or not Vanya would've hurt them? I don't know know. But Reginald didn't want to chance it.
This also makes me curious about Vanyas reaction to these comments made of her by her own siblings. Dealing with the backlash this tabloid has caused her and her book. The questions people would ask. The now doubt in her writing if it was genuine or another opportunity to have a dig at her siblings? Does she have a victim complex? Narcissism maybe? The worst is when Vanya's therapist asks if she ever wanted to hurt her siblings for ignoring her?
Also I don't know how not to post drafts it seems because I keep accidently posting em when I just want to edit them
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'WHO IS TOM RIPLEY? Steven Zaillian’s recent Netflix series adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s most infamous literary creation starts and ends on this question.
Ripley adapts the first of five books Highsmith dedicated to the exploits of the con artist–murderer-aesthete, and the portion of the story that has been reinterpreted the most: New York shipping magnate Herbert Greenleaf hires the low-level grifter to travel to Europe and convince his vagabond son Dickie (Johnny Flynn) to return to the United States. Highsmith’s novel is a masterwork of crime writing, and Ripley is a chameleonic figure who has been interpreted, alternately, as a charming sociopath, a consummate con man, and a serial killer. He has been played by actors of dizzyingly different registers like John Malkovich in Ripley’s Game (2002), Dennis Hopper in The American Friend (1977), Barry Pepper in Ripley Under Ground (2005), Alain Delon in Purple Noon (1960) and, perhaps most famously, Matt Damon in The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999).
Andrew Scott is the latest and proves to have the most insidiously perfect take on Ripley. The Irish actor, who will be recognizable to many as the “Hot Priest” from Fleabag (2016–19), as well as the maniacal, screeching Moriarty on Sherlock (2010–17), just picked up awards for his performance in the film All of Us Strangers (2023) and the play VANYA, a new reimagining of Anton Chekhov’s classic. There’s little that ties his Ripley to previous Ripleys: Damon’s was lovelorn; Malkovich made him cunning; Hopper, bombastic; Delon’s was mean-spirited; and Pepper, let’s just not. Scott, meanwhile, possesses a soft-featured handsomeness that can “mold into ordinariness” at will. This Ripley is a negative space. He observes and absorbs. Scott’s performance dispenses with charm and charisma almost entirely, in fact, and throughout Ripley’s eight episodes, the character is mostly uncomfortable, ill at ease, and clawing.
Significantly, Ripley is the first adaptation of Highsmith’s character to depict “the unequivocal triumph of evil over good” that she thought her book explored; certainly, it’s the only adaptation that finds Ripley “rejoicing in it.” Ripley will always win. But neither the book nor the series gives us anything to hold on to. There is nothing to root for. Zaillian and Scott’s narrative, visual, and performance choices empty out Ripley of the charm and emotionality that drove previous adaptations. Here, Ripley is a slippery mask that doesn’t ever quite fit right. And in embracing the character’s elusiveness and refusing to make his emptiness attractive, Zaillian and Scott have given us the definitive on-screen Tom Ripley.
How to film a vacuum of personhood? Zaillian told Vanity Fair that the choice to film Ripley in black-and-white came to him early in the process, and was inspired, in part, by the black-and-white edition of the Ripley book he had on his desk. “As I was writing,” he said, “I held that image in my mind.” The black-and-white imagery strips Ripley’s story of the postcard beauty we’ve come to expect from previous adaptations. While the golden cinematography of Purple Noon and The Talented Mr. Ripley capture the sandy ease of wealthy American expats enjoying bright negronis and crystalline seawater, Zaillian didn’t “want to make a pretty travelogue.” And pretty it is not. While there is much to praise about the moody monochrome cinematography, it doesn’t distract. Ripley’s New York is a rusty compilation of ugly details: the rotten wood of the window, exposed wire covered by a sad little painting of a boat, an overflowing shower, a musty slab of soap, the noise of other people’s bowel movements. When he arrives in Italy, the Mediterranean water is black and inhospitable. It’s a graveyard, not a postcard.
Ripley indulges in repetition and the administrative details of criminality. The paperwork, the travel, and the negotiations are granted much screen time. It’s tedious work, conning people. When we first meet Tom Ripley, he’s running a small-time mail fraud, and constantly looking over his shoulder. It’s his frustration with petty paperwork grifts, rather than any fascination with Europe or love of art, that makes him accept Herbert Greenleaf’s mission. But Ripley is a quick study: by the second episode, he’s got conversational Italian down, and he understands the unspoken rules of Dickie’s lifestyle. And he’s a hard worker. This Ripley practices. He has to, in order to maintain his cover. His forgeries are a craft, and he carries his tools—stamps, glue, a rubber goop to forge passports—with him.
Ripley’s foreignness aids him. In a 1989 essay for Granta, Patricia Highsmith recalled the image that became the genesis of Tom Ripley: a young man walking alone on the beach in Positano, Italy, early in the morning, who “looked like a thousand other American tourists in Europe that summer.” Highsmith never met that man, but the image grew and expanded into the famous character. An American in Europe, becoming acquainted with the ways of living in Italy, France, and Germany, just like Highsmith herself had done. Europe as a concept, not a destination. It was freedom. In the same essay, the author recalls a secret sort of affinity for Europe, one “so deep and important that I might not wish or need to discuss it with friend or family.” I wonder if Zaillian read this very essay. His Ripley, too, looks out at the tiny beach of Atrani, which looks similar to the Positano that Highsmith looked upon, and sees a faraway, solitary figure. In Ripley, people who interact briefly with either Ripley or Dickie see them as interchangeable, just two Americans. His foreignness, ironically, allows him to blend in.
Highsmith’s Ripley holds good taste above everything else, and so does Zaillian’s. Ripley’s lack of refinement is palpable at first. He makes all the wrong choices, sartorially and otherwise (in the film, it’s the lime-green Speedos; in the series, the paisley robe), which puts him on the wrong foot with Marge Sherwood and Freddie Miles. Played in the film by Gwyneth Paltrow cosplaying Housewives of Mongibello, and in the series by a po-faced Dakota Fanning, Marge is as desperately oblivious to her lack of talent as Dickie is. She spends her days scribbling away at a memoir about her experiences in Atrani (which Ripley edits in a delightful montage of disdain) and eyeing Ripley suspiciously. He and Marge find each other equally repellent: he is too “vague” for her to grasp (some light-coded homophobia there) and she is tacky (he throws away the hand-knit scarf she makes for Dickie). As the series progresses, he starts to build up a new persona, one that feels truer to him than “Tom Ripley”: “This was the real annihilation of his past and of himself, Tom Ripley, who was made up of that past, and his rebirth as a completely new person,” writes Highsmith. This new Tom Ripley is suave, well dressed, and well regarded, while Marge is condescended to by the Italian police and drinks too much at parties. And Dickie, well, he’s dead.
The murder of Dickie Greenleaf is a turning point for Ripley. It is his graduation from grifter to murderer and is one of the few constants of every interpretation of the text. In the book, it is semi-premeditated. Ripley conceives of this idea earlier, on the train (always the train with Highsmith), knowing that Dickie is going to politely excise him from his life, from his lifestyle: “He knew that he was going to do it, that he would not stop himself now, maybe couldn’t stop himself, and that he might not succeed,” writes Highsmith. The screen has always reinvented this moment for dramatic effect. In Purple Noon, Ripley stabs French Dickie (renamed Philippe Greenleaf, and portrayed by Maurice Ronet) in the heart, on Dickie’s own boat. A risky, impulsive decision. Ripley stages the murder as quietly rageful: neither man raises their voice, Dickie politely severs their relationship and Ripley’s bludgeoning of Dickie is wordless. He looks at Dickie’s ring, as if for confirmation to proceed before striking him in the head with the oar. It’s not about Dickie; it’s about his lifestyle, one that Ripley feels he deserves more than Dickie.
Anthony Minghella’s The Talented Mr. Ripley interprets this moment as an emotional and moral upheaval, with Ripley pushed over the edge by Dickie’s ferocious rant. Jude Law’s Dickie is a petulant child who wreaks havoc with his limited attention span and oversized charm. His first interaction (and last) interaction with Ripley is bullish: he mocks his untanned skin (“Did you ever see a guy so white, Marge?”), his lack of refinement, his inability to ski, his obvious worship of Dickie. He is violently repelled by Ripley’s desire to be close to him at all costs. So, when the oar strikes his head, we understand. He calls him a “leech,” a “third-class mooch,” and, most damningly in Dickie’s mind, “boring.”
And, in Damon’s hands, he kind of is. ​​In a 1998 interview, the actor spoke about wanting Ripley’s “humanity to come across,” morphing him into someone who does not “ever manipulate anybody” and who “come[s] from a position of pure honesty all the time. He believes what’s happening and he believes the world he’s indulging in.” At this point in his career, Damon was always in the right place at the right time. Both he and Paltrow were Harvey Weinstein’s golden children. Damon, together with his co-writing buddy Ben Affleck, had just earned a best screenplay Oscar for Good Will Hunting (1997) and Paltrow had picked up her statuette for best actress in Shakespeare in Love (1998), both Miramax releases. It makes sense with Damon’s persona and limitations that he would interpret Ripley as a beacon of honesty, an accidentally talented murderer. He was charming, but not electrically so, unlike Law. Politely handsome, unlike the beatific Alain Delon. Smart, but not obnoxious. His Ripley is a charmless striver looking for love, not money.
Minghella’s adaptation is beautiful, turning the story into an overtly queer text, leaning into Ripley’s identity as a closeted gay man in the 1950s who falls for the petty, vagabond Dickie. It works hard to carve out the humanity of Tom Ripley. The film even opens on a note of regret, with Ripley narrating: “If I could just go back, if I could rub everything out—starting with myself, starting with borrowing a jacket …” It’s a different register, and one that tints the entire film with a note of sick, inescapable sadness. In a different way, Ripley and Dickie were intertwined in Highsmith’s first sketches of the character. In her diary, in 1954, she sketched out a character that would, eventually, be split in two:
A young American, half homosexual, an indifferent painter, with some money from home through an income, but not too much. He is the ideal, harmless looking, unimportant looking, numerous enough, kind of individual a smuggling gang would make use of to handle their contacts, hot goods.
Minghella leans into this merging of identities visually, using mirrors and twisted reflections, all tinted with an overt, and one-sided, desire on Ripley’s part. In Minghella’s version, it’s Dickie who ruins Ripley, setting him on a path of lies and other murders to cover up that initial murder, which ends with him killing the one person, Peter Smith-Kingsley (Jack Davenport), who seemed to see good things in him. Ripley is desperately lonely, encased in shadows.
Zaillian’s Ripley, meanwhile, is all shadows. Gothic, even. This is where Tom Ripley feels most at home, alone but never lonely. Even in the dark, he is not corroded by the darkness that threatens Damon’s Ripley. This Ripley is on a journey towards comfort and beauty. Once he arrives in Italy, he is smitten not with Dickie himself but with the possibility of beauty and the tranquility that the Greenleafs’ money can afford him. If anything, Dickie Greenleaf is the least interesting character in Ripley. Johnny Flynn’s take is not rude, or irascible like Jude Law’s. He might even be considered kind, at times, although deeply, pathetically uninteresting. A laughably mediocre painter, Dickie doesn’t seem to care about much at all: not about his parents, his money, or Marge. When Ripley first meets Dickie and Marge, they are asleep, napping on an Italian beach. He casts a shadow over them. But Ripley is not particularly motivated by murder. It is, like most things, tedious, hard work. The disposal of Dickie (and, later on, of Freddie Miles) takes up more screen time than the murder itself. It is almost comically extended, including a little sit-down to rest after disposing of the corpse. After he bludgeons and disposes of Freddie (Eliot Sumner), Ripley has to go all the way back to the site where he dumped the body to retrieve an incriminating object. Ripley revels in repetition, in its protagonist treading the same steps repeatedly. It is through sheer dumb luck that he isn’t caught, not through his cleverness. And Ripley delights in the lucky tedium of Tom Ripley’s crimes.
The blandness of Dickie and his cohort’s characterization stands in sharp contrast with the undeniable, easy gorgeousness of their lives. Dickie’s villa overlooking the town, his marble floors, his Montblanc pen, and his Picasso, casually hanging in his study. They are so used to it all that they fail to see the value of it, or how intensely Ripley wants what they have, not who they are. Ripley never asks for anything, but in a rare moment of honesty—hidden in plain sight, buried in a rant against refrigerators—he talks about freedom. For Ripley, freedom is not just money but also the invisibility it can buy.
This Ripley covets symbols, things that will act as signifiers of the freedom that wealth can afford. Like the Ripley in the books, who is largely uninterested in sex, desire is not his driving engine. Instead, it’s covetousness. As Scott pointed out, Ripley has an “almost sensual relationship with things.” The moment Ripley walks into Dickie’s house, he comments, “Nice pen,” and promptly pockets it. Dickie doesn’t even notice. That pen casually reappears as Ripley alternates between signing his name or Dickie’s. The camera foregrounds objects, returning to the same ones over and over again, like a murderer returning to the scene of their crime: Dickie’s typewriter and signet ring, the glass ashtray. Every time he settles into a new room, Ripley lovingly sets out his things. He does not imbue them, however, with any sentimentality. He’s not keeping Dickie’s things because they remind him of Dickie, but because they’re nice things and he would like to have them. There is pleasure to be found in objects, as much as there is in art. In the last episode of Ripley, he is gifted Dickie’s ring by Herbert Greenleaf. His work is finished. He has killed Dickie twice over. And he gets to keep the ring. In the end, Tom Ripley is where he wanted to be: alone and surrounded by beautiful things. Dickie is just another object to him, and when he speaks of Dickie, he’s really talking about himself: “Everything about him was an act.”
Art critics speak of negative space as the area surrounding a subject. The brilliance of Ripley lies in how it understands Tom Ripley not as a subject possessed of rich interiority but as the oppressive, empty space that defines those around him. He is the darkness that overtakes Dickie, Marge, and Freddie. Beautiful things smooth out the rough edges of Tom Ripley. As the series progresses, and the Ripley we first meet is well and truly annihilated, something truer emerges: an impeccably dressed black hole.'
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gutsanalysis · 4 years ago
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Vanya could be autistic in a semi-Asperger aspect. She's socially awkward even when she has no memories. She killed her nannies when she was a child and showed no remorse over doing it. She's highly intelligent and grew extremely empathetic over the years. Her repetitive playing violin in season 1 was kind of a medicine to her emotional state. She's also easy to be manipulated due to not understanding a lot of danger in life which Sissy saw and that's why she said she wished to protect her.
I’ve opened Pandora’s box by answering that previous ask, haven’t I?
The thing is, Anon, I’m not being coy when I say I’m not qualified to diagnose anyone with anything. And a cursory search cannot replace real knowledge on the subject.
So when you say Vanya could have Asperger, I can’t say you’re wrong. Nor can I agree. What I can do is provide another explanation for the traits and behaviours you listed. I noticed some of them as well, just didn’t connect them with any aspect of autism.
I will start with the ‘showing no remorse for killing her nannies’. You see, I remember this argument being thrown around during the first season of TUA. People used it as proof that Vanya has always been a sociopath/psychopath/ intended on destroying the world. The same Vanya who was described by one of her brothers as crying over other children killing ants. 
What can be lost on teenagers and adults is the fact that small children don’t comprehend what death is. According to research* a little under 50% of 4-years old understand that death is irreversible - that once someone is dead, they cannot be brought back to life. The fact that once someone is dead, they cannot do what a living person can is understood even later in life - usually once a child is between 5 and 7. 
In the flashbacks, we saw a little girl throwing a tantrum - which every child does. Only with Vanya, it had deadly consequences. Still, I didn’t see the intent (to kill) in her actions, only the lack of comprehension. I’m not even certain if she knew her nannies were dead or that she was the one who caused it, let alone if she understood that death is the irreversible end to life.    
You’re being more charitable than some by attributing Vanya’s lack of remorse and understanding to having Asperger and not sociopathy/psychopathy. But I would argue it was simply her being too young to know better. 
It would also explain how she could grow into an empathetic and - as we see this season - kind adult. Following your arguments, intelligence alone is not proof of being on the spectrum.
As to Vanya ‘repetitively’ playing the violin, from what very little I know it could be an indication of autism. And I agree with you that it was a source of comfort for her. However, the instrument was a ‘gift’ from Reginald and she had to prove she could master it. Hargreeves demanded perfection from everyone around him. Add to it her lack of alternatives (she didn't go to school, she was purposefully being separated from her siblings) and genuine music appreciation, and you shouldn’t be surprised she played all the time. Plus, it was the one thing she thought she was good at.
Which brings us to how Vanya is behaving without her memories. You said she’s ‘awkward’ in social situations. But we only ever saw her around people on the farm and her siblings. And you must admit the situation with Sissy and Carl was rather ~ unpleasant. Navigating it was like walking through a minefield. And at the time Vanya didn’t have any other place to go, so no wonder she was keeping quiet. 
The last point - Vanya being easily manipulated while amnesiac. You know, I did wonder why she so easily believed her siblings about everything. But to me, it was her lack of memory and experience with people combined with measuring them by her own standards. Simply put, why would she be suspicious of others? I agree that it is a trait easily exploited and Sissy would recognise that and try to protect Vanya. Any good person would. 
Could it be taken as an indication of Asperger? I don’t know. Just as I don’t know whether all other points you made could be used as proof. Nor was I really trying to disprove them. 
I’m not a doctor, you see. And I have no experience with any form of autism. All I know is that whether or not Vanya is on the spectrum doesn’t change my enjoyment of her character.  
Oh, and one more thing - this is the last time I’m engaging in the discussion on this particular topic. I know enough now to understant that I know nothing. 
* I’m providing a link to my ~one~ source in the notes. 
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Would you argue that Makishima from Psycho Pass is a psychopath? I know you said you don’t like to assign real world illnesses to fictional characters but it would explain why his psycho pass doesn’t go up even when he’s murdering someone.
Hello anon,
I am sorry, but as I have already stated I don’t feel comfortable to make diagnosis of fictional characters. I would also add that I also do not find it interesting, to be honest, because labeling a character as a psychopath/sociopath and the like does not add anything to my understanding of them or their role in the narrative. Finally, it is really not something I have the competence of doing, even if I wanted to.
The most I would do is to comment that a character is mentally ill coded when I think it is relevant for the understanding of the story. For example, I think that Vanya in The Umbrella Academy is partially mentally ill coded;
Vanya represents two kinds of people. At first glance she represents a person who is ordinary and who, because of this, is not able to emerge from the mass. However, it is later revealed that she has within herself a power much stronger than the others and which she can’t control. This power and the way it works make her similar to a person who suffers of some kind of mental illness or at least make her character mentally ill-coded.
This is also evident when one considers her story again after knowing the truth about her powers:
Vanya: “If the benchmark is extraordinary, what do you do if you are not?”
The problem with Vanya’s childhood was not really that she was ordinary, but that she was different from the others. Her lacking some kind of special ability did not make her normal, but rather “special” in a negative way. In a family full of people with super-powers her not having one is perceived as some sort of handicap by the others who, encouraged by Reginald, ended up exluding Vanya even when their missions were not involved.
I have quoted a meta I have written to make a point. I do not feel comfortable with diagnosing Vanya with a specific mental illness. I am not even sure she has a mental illness. What I feel comfortable with is to highlihgt how Vanya’s narrative can be read and resonate with themes linked to people having some kind of handicap, either mental or physical because it fits with how she has been treated by her family. Her siblings excluded her because she had no powers and so she was different. Her father brainwashed her and gave her pills to suppress her emotions. These patterns of behaviours could easily be found in a more realistic story dealing with mental illnesses or handicaps or discrimination. So Vanya’s story touches on these themes, but there is no need to make a diagnosis to understand it. And a specific diagnosis can’t probably be done. That said, the coding is important to understand the character’s role in the narrative.
The same can be said, for example, about Alluka/Nanika. As stated previously, she is a twist of the split personality trope and I think she can be read as a mentally ill coded. That said, Alluka herself does not have that mental illness because Nanika is literally a fantastical creatures. Because of this, Togashi can play with the coding and at the same time be freer in his representation of Alluka and of her dynamic with Nanika.
When it comes to Makishima, there can be multiple reasons as to why his psycho pass is not clouded when he kills. It can be because he is a psychopath. It can be because he is a sociopath. It can be because he has another unspecified mental illness or simply because his brain works a little bit differently than others. It can simply be because, as it is stated by the series itself, the Psycho Pass is not the heart of a person. And the characters themselves are not even sure of what it is. And the same thing is true for the readers. Personally, I think that unless one can understand better how psycho pass are calculated, it is impossible to pint-point the exact reason why some characters have more clouded psycho-pass than others. I mean, we are given very generic explanations and are shown multiple times different individuals’ psycho pass behave differently.
Akane is able to endure a lot of violence and negative emotions without her psycho-pass getting darker. Kagari is honestly one of the kindest character ever and one of the most loyal, but he was diagnosed as a latent criminal when he was a child. Why do these things happen? Why is an innocent person diagnosed as a latent criminal and a guilty person considered normal? The answer is that the psycho pass is an illusion. It is a simplification of who the person really is.
Psycho Pass society is built on the idea that your Psycho Pass and the system tell you who you are, so you do not have to worry about that anymore. However, the characters’ journey proves that this is false. The Psycho Pass is simply an instrument, which simplifies reality and makes it easier to read, but it also makes it more superficial and approximated. This is why within the narrative the reading of a psycho pass is juxtaposed with the method of profiling.
Profiling is presented by the narrative as more difficult and also more dangerous because you have to make a struggle to undertsand other people, while the Psycho Pass offers you an easy read of them. However, this person is compensated for this struggle and danger because they are able to grasp and understand a more complex reality.
I think that the point of criminally aymptomatic people is to convey the idea that the system does not know everything and that human nature is way more complex than any categorization that may be offered.
Thank you for the ask!
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thelunarseawitch · 5 years ago
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Pogo is the fucking villian of Umbrella Academy. PERIOD. He could have said, "Fuck Reginald's wishes to keep these secrets. Fuck giving these kids that I helped raise the emotional trauma of finding these terrible things out for themselves when they trust me to watch out for them. "
But no. He didn't.
He could have told Luther in a calm, non-stressful environment that Reginald sent him to the moon for nothing.
But no. He didn't.
He could have told Vanya the truth about her powers and helped her learn about them in a supportive, honest way, instead of her needing to put her trust into a fucking sociopath that was using and manipulating her causing her to have a mental and emotional breakdown. He was one of the few people in the family that didn't treat her like an outsider or pariah, and if anybody could have helped her, it would be him.
But no. He didn't.
He could have told Allison that Reginald abused her power when she was too young to know any better, instead of leaving her to confront Vanya and realizing what she unknowingly did and getting irreparably hurt.
But no. He didn't.
He kept Reginald's awful secrets even after he died. He could have stopped all of it. Vanya's mental anguish, Luther's distrust, and Allison's injury. He could have brought the family together. He chose to stay loyal to a decietful, abusive prick. Fuck Pogo. I cheered when he died.
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