#ut tower shooting

[sildarmillion-grounds]

UT Turtle Pond. Pictures from 17 Sep 2017 (first row), 26 Apr 2018 (second row), 30 Dec 2018 (third row, featuring the greenhouses and the memorial for victims of UT Tower shooting of 1966), 11 Oct 2021 (fourth row).

[justagalwhowrites]

Halcyon - Prologue: Prom Night

Your best friend, Joel Miller, takes you to prom. The first chapter of Halcyon, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 3.7K

AO3

A/N: This fic is a modern no outbreak AU fic. All but this chapter will be set in 2022/2023

Austin, Texas 

May, 2008

“I can’t believe you still have the keys to the press box!” 

“Shhhh!” You hissed at your best friend as you climbed the stairs to the top of the stadium, the bottom of your blue satin prom dress clutched up around your thighs so you wouldn’t trip. “Just announce it so the whole school can hear why don’t you.”

“No one is over here,” you heard him roll his eyes. “Everyone is still at the dance there’s no one here to hear me. I just can’t believe golden girl Goldie didn’t return the keys…” 

“Shove it.” 

“Stealin’ shit,” he teased. 

“Joel…” 

“This is probably breaking and entering, you know,” he said cheerfully. “They can try us both as adults now since you caught up…” 

“Fuck you, Miller.” 

“Awfully adult language comin’ from that smart mouth…” 

You rounded on him, taller than him for a change from your perch a few steps ahead.

“Didn’t you just say they could try us both as adults now that I’m 18, too?” You raised your eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure that means I can swear. And if you’re not careful and I’ll shove you down these stairs…” 

Joel scoffed. 

“They’d try you as an adult for that, too.” 

“Not once I testify about how annoying you are they won’t.”

He scoffed again. You turned back around and kept climbing the stairs. 

“This view had better be worth it is all I’m saying,” he said, sounding short of breath. 

“Oh quit your bitchin’,” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound breathless, too. “Which one of us is in heels?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

You made it to the top of the stadium and dropped the hem of your dress before selecting the large, utilitarian key from the keyring in your clutch, letting yourselves in. 

The press box was dark and so was the field below. You gathered your dress again and made your way to the windows, the city lights beyond casting the desk against the glass in a warm glow. 

“Damn,” Joel whispered, coming up alongside you and looking out at the view of the city. 

“Told you,” you said, smug. But you were awed, too.

From here, you could see the Capitol all but glowing in the distance, the skyscrapers lit up along the Colorado River beyond, the UT tower standing tall. 

“Never seen it without the stadium lights on,” you said quietly, looking out at the city. “Wanted to experience it at least once before I left.” 

“See why,” Joel said, serious for a change. You could feel his eyes on you. “Can’t deny that view.” 

You felt your cheeks get hot for a moment and Joel cleared his throat. 

“So,” his teasing tone was back. “Could you even tell it was me playing from up here?” 

“Oh sure,” you smirked, glancing at him for a second before pointing at the sideline. “You always rode the bench right there on the end…” 

“Shut the fuck up,” he elbowed you lightly and you laughed. 

“No, I could tell it was you,” you smiled up at him before looking back out at the field. He’d gotten so much taller since you’d first met him, shooting up half a foot over the span of a few months after you became friends in the first place. “Always head and shoulders taller than all the other jocks out there, spaghetti noodles for arms… Also the fact that you have a number on your shirt helped, you dork.” 

He snorted and you looked back over at him again, the way the light fell on his skin. It was almost like he was glowing, too, like he was made up of everything on the horizon in front of you. He turned to look at you, smirking. 

“Wanna drink?” 

The two of you perched on the desk against the glass, facing out toward the city. You bunched the restrictive skirt around the top your thighs so you could actually move and Joel loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his crisp white dress shirt before reaching into the pocket of his suit coat. He pulled out a flask wrapped in worn leather, the name Miller elegantly stamped into the front of it, and offered it to you. 

“Fancy shit,” you said, taking it from him. You took a swig, cheap rum burning as it went down. You handed it back to him. “Where’d you get it?” 

“It was my dad’s,” he said, looking at it for a second, his eyes tracing over the lettering before taking a drink himself. He flinched as it went down. “So was the rum, actually. Not sure what I’m gonna do once we burn through it all, my mom never buys the shit. Lucky for me that means she never checks it, either…” 

You laughed a little. He held the flask back out. You took it. 

“Yeah, that would not work in my house,” you said, taking a sip. “Even when we were living with my dad, my mom watched that shit like a hawk. Never had a chance. Now it’s just not allowed under her roof. That’ll be one perk to college, I suppose. Don’t have to dodge him and don’t have to hide the beer from her.” 

You passed it back. He took it and took a sip before he wrapped his arms around his knees in front of him and sighed. 

“So you’re really leavin’ huh?” He asked, looking over at you. 

“Yup,” you nodded. “Getting the fuck out of this damn place.” 

“So sorry to be such a let down,” he teased, but there was a hint of hurt in his voice. 

“Hey,” you looked over at him. “You know you’re the only thing I have here that makes life worth living, right?” 

“You’re just sayin’ that because I was willing to be your back up prom date,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes. 

You weren’t joking when you said that. Joel was, easily, the best thing in your life. The only thing you’d really miss when you moved away to go to college. 

When you’d moved across the city just before your sophomore year of high school, you’d expected it to be hell and you’d been right. The school you transferred to was cliquey and close knit. Everyone had known each other all their lives, they had their own groups and ways of doing things and you were an outsider, an interloper. 

Which would have been fine if they’d have just let you keep to yourself, but they weren’t content with that, either. One of the guys at school grabbed your ass as you stood at your locker your second day of class and a friend of his girlfriend saw it. The girlfriend decided it was far better to hate you, the new girl, than actually confront her shit head boyfriend and you were suddenly stuck bearing the brunt of her toxic relationship’s misery. 

That’s how you’d met Joel. This girl - fucking Hannah - had sicced her older brother and his friends on you. They had you pinned down against a stadium wall, your heart in your throat as you clutched your diary to your chest. 

“Like tryin’ to take shit that ain’t yours?” The biggest boy - more man, really - said as he crowded in toward you. “Maybe I should…” 

“Hey!” 

The new voice was surprisingly deep, you half expected a teacher to come running over. Instead it was a boy about your age, baby fat still on his stomach and cheeks, his curls messy. But he didn’t move like a teenaged boy, he moved like a grown man who knew how to bend the world to his will. The others seemed to recognize it, parting like water, giving him a clear path to you. 

“The fuck you doin’, Young?” He demanded. “Threatening some girl?” 

“Fuck off, Miller,” he snapped. “Not you business.” 

“Makin’ it my business,” the newcomer positioned himself in front of you. The first boy had a few inches on him and plenty of muscle but it didn’t seem to bother him. “Happy to make punching your fuckin’ face my business, too.” 

“You think just because…” 

“Think coach’ll let you play Friday if he finds out you were gonna hit a girl?” The boy cut him off. “Heard UT is already scoutin’, don’t think they’ll be interested in some jackass ridin’ the bench.” 

The older boy glowered at him but, eventually, looked over him to you. 

“Keep your hands off my sister’s boyfriend.”

You didn’t bother to fight him on the specifics of what happened. You weren’t sure you were able to speak to do it, anyway. Instead, you just nodded and clutched your diary tight to you. He nodded once, face stern, and stalked off with his posse, leaving just you and the other boy. He waited until he knew they were gone to turn to face you. 

“You OK?” He asked, looking you up and down. You just nodded again. “Good. You really go after Hannah Young’s boyfriend?” 

“No!” You said, your ability to speak almost surprising you. “I’m not going after anyone’s anything, he just grabbed my ass yesterday in the hall and…” 

The boy laughed. 

“I’m fucking with you, Goldie,” he smiled. “No one in their right mind would go after him. Bryce is a jackass and Hannah’s a dumbass. They’re a match made in heaven. I’m Joel.” 

You frowned. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said. “But my name isn’t Goldie…” 

“Be a hell of a coincidence if it was,” he smirked and nodded at your diary, the cover gold glitter with an elastic loop holding a matching pen. “But sure seems like you like the color well enough.” 

You looked down at the diary, your prized possession, the one thing that kept you sane. You wrote in it constantly, everything from your thoughts to what happened to you during the day to ideas for stories to poems. You filled up the notebooks that slipped into the gold cover in a matter of weeks, had stacks and stacks of them sitting in your closet at home. It had been the one thing you’d made sure you packed when leaving your dad’s house. 

You looked back at Joel and gave him your name and he nodded, like he was considering it, trying to figure out if it suited you. 

“You’re new,” Joel said after he’d apparently decided about your name. “Freshman?” 

“Sophomore,” you said. “Just moved.” 

“Me too!” He said, sounding a little excited. “Well, not just, we got here about 2 years ago now but feels like just. Everyone here has known each other since they were fuckin’ born. You get used to it.” 

Joel showed you how to get into the stands even when the main gates were locked and sat with you, telling you the basics about the school, figuring out that you’d moved into an apartment complex that was only about a five minute walk from his house, learning that you both were excited about the new Curtis and Viper movie coming out in a few weeks. 

“Have you watched the director’s commentary for the third one?” You asked. “It’s like that man thought they were making the next Citizen Kane, it’s hilarious…” 

“Miller!” 

Joel’s head snapped around to the field where a bunch of other boys in uniform were flooding out of the locker room and onto the turf. 

“You just itchin’ to go on tour?” 

“No Coach!” Joel said. 

“Then get your ass dressed!” The man yelled. “Move it!” 

Joel jumped up and waited for the coach to turn his back before turning back to you. 

“What’s on tour mean?” You frowned. Joel laughed. 

“He means runnin’ all the stairs in the stadium. His favorite punishment. If you wanna hang out for a bit, I can give you a ride after practice. I technically don’t have my license yet but I’m turning 16 in a few weeks and I already saved up for my truck and my mom’s so busy she’s just happy she doesn’t need to haul my ass around anymore.” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.” 

“Cool,” he smiled back. 

“Miller!” 

Joel flinched. 

“Yeah, I gotta move my ass or it’s gonna get chewed out. But I’ll see you in a bit, Goldie!” 

You watched him jump the railing at the base of the stands onto the track below, making you gasp and scramble to your feet to see if he was alright. But Joel was already jogging into the locker room when you made it to the end of the bleachers, like what he’d done was nothing at all. 

The two of you had been inseparable ever since. He dropped you off that night and, the next morning, you opened your front door to find him there, playing his steering wheel like a snare drum with his fingers, like the plan had always been to pick you up and drive you to school. Even when you started working at the school paper and Joel made it to the first string of the football team you saw each other every day. You didn’t knock when you came to his house, you just let yourself in, his mom calling you Dorada - golden in Spanish - and telling Joel to listen when you tried to get him to study. Your little sister, Anna, had Joel wrapped around her finger to the point that he had a stash of fun sized candy bars in his locker that he’d raid before coming to your apartment so he had one to present to her. 

Even when you started dating Steven, your now ex-boyfriend, you saw Joel all the time. Steven never seemed to like him much but, to his credit, didn’t seem threatened by Joel. 

Which made sense. You knew better than to think Joel was interested in you that way. You were certain he saw you like a sister, like family. You weren’t someone he could look at and want. He was Joel Miller. He was handsome and funny and scored the winning touchdown in the playoff game that sent your school to the final. Boys like that weren’t interested in the girls who spent all their spare time with their nose in a book and tracked the GPAs of the other top students in the class to know where she fell in the fight for valedictorian. You were lucky he was friends with you at all. It didn’t matter how you felt about him, you weren’t about to press your luck. 

But when Steven dumped you two weeks before prom and you showed up outside Joel’s last class with eyes that were red from tears, he jumped up, grabbed his backpack and just gave his teacher a wave before slinging his arm over your shoulder and guiding you to his truck. 

“You know what’s so stupid?” You sniffed, perched on the gate of his truck as you poked at the Blizzard you’d gotten at Dairy Queen but couldn’t bring yourself to eat much of. “I think I’m more upset about the fact that now I can’t go to prom and I got the best dress for it. I know it’s insane but I was going to actually look kinda hot and I’ve never gone to a dance with a guy and…” 

“Why can’t you go to prom?” Joel frowned, reaching his long, red spoon into your ice cream cup. You rolled your eyes and tilted it his direction. 

“Because you can’t go by yourself,” you said. “That’s pathetic. Especially not when you just got dumped.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Joel shrugged. “My mom keeps sayin’ that she thinks I could wear some of my dad’s old shit now, he had at least one suit.” 

“I’m not about to ask you to cramp your style with the ladies by being my prom date,” you rolled your eyes. Joel had gone out on at least one date with every hot girl in your year and a few of the junior and sophomore girls, too. The longest anyone had lasted was Carly Smith, who held the prestigious title of Joel Miller’s almost girlfriend for 10 days and the three class periods before lunch when he told her he wasn’t interested before asking you if you wanted to run to Whataburger. 

He scoffed. 

“Not interested in any of them,” he said. “Setting my sights a little higher these days.” 

“College girls?” You teased. 

He laughed, reaching his spoon over for your ice cream again. You tilted it in his direction and shook your head a little as you did. 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “C’mon. Let me take you. It’ll be fun and you can still wear the fancy dress.” 

You ate another bite of your Blizzard, thinking for a second as you sucked on the spoon, the plastic edges sharp on your tongue. 

“Alright Miller,” you said eventually. “Let’s do this thing. You and me at prom.” 

“Gonna be fun, Goldie,” he said. “Promise.” 

He was right. It had been fun. Really, really fun. Honestly, way more fun than you’d ever have with Steven, anyway. Joel picked you up in his suit that was a little big around the middle but actually fit his broad shoulders and long legs. He’d gotten his truck washed and he’d even vacuumed the inside and he came to your door with a corsage in a box that was still cool from being kept in his fridge until he came to get you. Your mom took pictures of the two of you together and you hoped you didn’t look as stupid as you felt when you posed with your hand on Joel’s chest, tucked against his side like a real date while your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was threatening to burst from your ribs. Your dress was long and sleek and fit you just right, highlighting the womanly curves you’d grown into through your teenaged years. Your mom styled your hair so that it was elegant but still framed your face just so and you spent an hour working on your makeup. 

“Steven is gonna feel like a total fucking dumbass,” Joel said as he drove you to the hotel near campus where prom was being held. “You weren’t kidding about that dress.” 

You laughed. 

“You clean up pretty good yourself,” you said and he winked at you, making your heart flutter. 

The two of you danced and laughed and you took silly pictures next to the over the top decorations with the disposable camera you’d bought just for the occasion. 

But as prom wound down, Joel talked you into slow dancing with him, his hands warm and soft besides the callus he had from playing guitar and football on your exposed back. You had to fight to stay focused on the fact that it was Joel. He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. He was slow dancing with you because that was the nice thing to do when you took someone to prom, not because he was interested in you. Even though his eyes were on yours in a way that didn’t feel like was just to be nice and the way his fingers sank into your skin made it seem like it was more than just being nice. 

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked quietly as the song wound down. 

You tried to think of a place you could go that wouldn’t just be his truck or wouldn’t involve the two of you humoring Anna or his little brother, Tommy. For some reason, you wanted to be with just Joel. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Think I know a place.” 

You looked at the Capitol dome in the distance, the soft glow of it, and sighed. 

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” Joel said quietly after a moment. “Could just go to UT. Shit, we could even be roommates, I’ve already got a job lined up…” 

“If I stay I’m just going to get swallowed up by my mom’s needs and Anna’s and my dad is going to keep trying to fuck everything up…” you sighed. “And do you really think you’re going to move out? Or are you going to end up basically living at home so you can help your mom with Tommy?” 

“I’d move out if it was with you,” he said.  

You scoffed. 

“Sure you would,” you said, incredulous. “Joel, I love you, but we both know you’d be right back at home the second Tommy acted out at school again.” 

Joel sighed. 

“He’ll get his shit together eventually,” he said. “It won’t be forever. Stay.” 

“I can’t just be in one place my whole life,” you said softly, looking over at him. “I need to try to be someone somewhere that isn’t here.” 

He sighed heavily.

“I know,” he took another drink. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath as you just looked out the window a bit longer. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you,” you said softly after a few minutes. 

“You’ll be fine,” he waved you off. “You’re the smart one, the one with the real skills and shit. You were always going to do great things, Goldie. Just liked being close enough to you to see you do it.” 

You tilted your head just enough to see that he was looking at you, watching you, his brown eyes glistening in the hazy light of the city. You realized, suddenly, that you were close to him. Very close, so close that your nose brushed his cheek when you lifted your head from his shoulder, your eyes still on his. Your heart was pounding. 

“Joel…” you breathed. 

Your heart kept pounding as your best friend kissed you. It didn’t stop pounding for a while.

A/N: Welcome to Halcyon! This is a totally different kind of Joel Miller and I'm so excited to share him - and Goldie - with you all.

You can expect weekly updates as we watch these two try to navigate all the curve balls life throws their way.

Thank you thank you thank you for being here! Follow my updates account here and subscribe to get alerts when new chapters are posted.

I can't wait to go on this adventure with you all. Love you!!

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon

Alastor being disdainful and aloof when he sees residents playing with and cooing over their pets like fat nuggets and kiki.

But perhaps one day as he is speaking with dear charlie in an overly paternal manner that is causing lucifer to nearly snap hus cane in half, theres a ruckus from the lobby and panicked shouting.

In seconds a great bounding Thing is hurtling through the area all lolloping teeth and claws and floppy tongue.

Vaggie finds her spear knocked absently aside by a microphone staff as Alastor queries a pleasantly surprised, "...vark?"

Surprising the rest of the hotel by not aporising the shark dog thing when it actively jumps up to knock them both over. "VARK! What are you doing here? Yes its quite swell to see you too, what have you been fed? You seem a tad slim. No matter, i think i can find a lovely fresh femur for you in my kitchen, hmm, would you like that? I do believe you would."

"Uh so, how d'you know vox's pet, Smiles?" Angel asked, knowing the creature from the rare times it would gallivant about Vee tower trying to find vox, velvette or valentino for attention and treats.

That snaps alastor back into the reality of being on the floor covered in shark spit, thanks to excited licking, aand he gently moves the shupppy off him (all 7ft) to stand. Pointedly ignoring the giant shiny eyes charlie is making at the rare affectionate scene.

"Simply from association with that insipid little picture box a few decades before, when Vark was an infant and no larger than your porcine companion rotund chicken pieces." Alastor deflects.

He shoots a warning glare at Husk when the latter snorts in response. Which is ignored.

"Sure, if thats what you wanna call it..."

Sensing gossip, Angel slides back to the bar, fat nuggets swinging wildly like a ferret.in a secondary set.of arms. "Oh, gossip on the scandalous secrets of THE radio demon, huskie? Do tell."

Before anyone can, the front doors burst open as a frantic swarm of sauce drenched voxtech employees arrive, all low.performers made into tasty little enticements for the missing pet. Followed by the overlord himself,on a three way call.with vel, val and their own swarm of worker treats. Clearly all searching with different levels of desperation and arguing back and forth.

"...-ell maybe you need to check you locked the fucking door BEFORE the orgy, val, its common fucking sense!"

"As if wither of you were paying enough attention to do it wither, its not my fault Voxxy. Tell him Vel-Vel!"

"You boomers are exhausting but if you can can it for a sec, ive got some sinstagram posts showing he was headed to the hotel your old boytoy is running. Nothing new past that, probs cause'a the scrambling thing the fuxker does."

"Why Podcast and accomplices, to what do we owe this dospleasure?"Alastor drawls, all false cheer and dripping poisoned hospitality. As if he wasnt holding a gigantic shark dog thing in jos arms like it was nothing, and pointedly flicking his ears out of reach of an enthusiastic slobbery tongue.

"VARK!" The television headed overlord shouts in a mixture of joy, relief, frustration and that strange rage all parents and pet owners feel when finding a lostling safe and mostly sound. "Where have you BEEN?! Do you know how worried daddy was?"

The employees all made it very clear they had heard nothing of such a soppy statement by looking studiously at differnt floor tiles, ceiling fixtures and the wallpaper.

Through the split screen, Vel and Val were also smooshing themselves close to the screen and using their own endearments and admonishments at the shuppy. Amusing, ut grating on the ears.

Lucifer, having met and wildly exceeded his quota for social engagement for yhe day aand off the wall.shenanigans, finds his eye twitching. "Can someone explain qhat is happening here and why its happening in my daughters hotel of all places?!"

He gets a dirty look from the radio prick, but who cares.

Before vox can say anything, muting the other two, alastor speaks.

"I believe it is clear, your majesty, thatdear Vark was not having his needs met and so came to find someone who could provide that care. And is not the hotel all about second chances?" Levels the overlord, allowing Niffty to sit on his shoulder to pet the shuppy while giggling maniacally.

"HEY!" Came the trifold scandelised reply from the Vees.

"Or maybe someone left the door open at our tower and Vark came to find one of the few people in hell who spoils him rotten..." Vox trues yo snark back and trails off as if he wasnt sure where that was going. Then a maniacal glee lights up that calculating grin, as the overlord adds, "or perhaps Vark just missed his other daddy and wanted to come visit?"

That caused an uproar.

"You two was together?!"

"That is neither here nor there, my envenomed associaate, do close your mouth before a fly... ah, actually,you might enjoy that." The deflection falls flatin the face of the whole situation.

"Hah!" Comes the unexpected contribution from the King, "so all your snarky little comments about bad parenting, and here we find you abandoned your own kid!"

"Vark is only a shark dog demon, not a child." He drawls back. Pointedly ignoring the huge sad eyes vark was using at him, but skritching carefully by the shuppys gills all the same, enjoying the delighted rumble.it elicited.

Vox and the vees gasped like hed torn their hearts out and ate them in front of their eyes. A twisted mess of indignant statements about how vark was not JUST a dog, he was amazing and perfect and alastor was a bad father to say such things when they might impact the shuppys emotional development...

"Okay, this is very weird and as nice as it is to have three overlords viaiting our lovely hotel, this is getting a little weird." Charlie says diplomatically, exhausted from tbe wgole thing and also.staying up two days in a row to qork on plans for activities and counselling programs.for residents. Which was what a combination of Vagie, alastor and lucifer had been addressing prior to the Vark incident.

That seemed to snap everyone back into reality, and Vox cleared his throat, brushing off his suit and ordering semi sticky 3mployees outside. Nifty already cleaning up their soppy footprints with an almost hysterical glee.

"Apologies Princess, i am afraid you caught my team at an inopportune time..." he bluffed, straightening his coat. "Nevermind. If you could just get your hotelier to relinquish our, and by that i mean the vees, shuppy Vark thatd be great "

"...no."

"What do you mean NO?! Thats our, again the vees, shuppy!"

"In all technicality he is also mine, but really Vox... hes quite thin, are you not giving him enough livers? His skin isnt very shiny..."

"We cant all just go get sinner meat for him all the time, Al..." Vox sighs, then remembers where he is. " hah, i mean, you ancient airwave loving fucker. Hes fine, but we'll take that suggestion under advisement..."

Velvette was visibly scrolling through some sort of online store and adding gorey content (of which livers featured prominently) to the cart. Val was looking throuh a site that seemed an odd mix of sexual items as well as animal toys. No one thought too hard about the implications of that...

Sighing and acting casually bored with the whole affair to the outside observer, Alastor demured slightly by putting Vark down. "I suppose that I shall allow him to return with you for now, with a few items to tide Vark over..." Niffty blurred as she went to grab sinner bones and organs from the fridge in his room. "...but i will be watching. You may leave him here once a month for a few days so i can ascertain he is well, you know he enjoys swimming in the bayou and eating the alligators."

Theres a short.pause, before Vox buffers through the conversation to the underlying meaning. "Uh, yeah... I'll have someone draft something up. Yknow you can always come see him at the tower..."

"Not necessary at this time,Podcast. Do you agree to my terms?"

Theres a moment where the three overlords have a technological discussion, before Vox replied, "Deal." and took the outstretched hand. A blast of green and blue energy, with faint traces of intermingled pink and purple, raced outwards.

"Very well then. Niffty darling, would you be so good as to assist the picture box in returning to his vehicle and ensuring he remembers the bag of treats for Vark?"

"Okay sir!" She salutes excitedly, skittering off and dragging at Voxs pant leg.

"Now Vark, you do need to go with..." there was a deep pause as if the next word was painful, as it came out in somewhat revolted static. "...Daddy... but i will.see you again shortly. And, i believe i promosed you a femur, didnt i?"

His shadow manifested the gristly item and provided it to Vark, who lost his little.mind in excitement. Growl yapping and thindering about before coming back for a final pet, then galloping outside chewing happily.

"Okay, I'll bite... what the fuck just happened?" Angel asked. "I feel like i just watched a hell version of two divorcees making a custody arrangement for their kid "

"Probably cause ya did..." Husk muttered, and the spider spat out his cosmopolitan.

"What?!"

Charlie is trying to offer comfort to Alastor but isnt sure what to even say because the last few minutes had been pretty strange even by the hotels standards.

"So... that happened. Are you okay? Seeing an ex is always kinda weird... and with your sorta kid too? Should we uh, maybe call Rosie?"

That sbapped him out of things and the enigmatic radio host was back. "Nonsense my dwar, wverything is fine. And dear Risie has heard all she cares to stand about that capatalistic shill over the past few decades i would hazard. But perhaps i can arrange her to visit when vark is next here, she does adore the little thing. Always has a fresh heart or two to slide him under the table..."

"Hey, dont ignore me, Smiles! Are you tellin me you was like hell married to fuckin VOX?! Is that why he has the bodypillow ofy- uhforget i said that."

"Why, that is not quite an accurate statement, my pastel pal... i never inferred it was only to Vox now, did i? And-..." a pause as the previous query registers, and his overlord form bleeds through in dial eyes and antlers. " he has a WHAT?!"

His.incredulity and discomfort at the idea is undercut by the howling laughter.of the king of hell, who is near crying from mirth.

Angel is grinning up at him. "You heard me, Smiles. Ots on his bed, and he sometimes shares it with the other vees on occasion if ya know what i mean... i thought it was hate stuff, but now i know its sad ex drama its kinda funny. Does explain that one real.weird video Val got e to do with it a few years back that never aired..."

The overlord form snapped away in am instant. " ...I'd ask for elaboration, dear gellow, but i fear that it may lead to a rampage. Lst us agree to put it from our minds and never spwak of it again, deal?"

"Deal."

A very small flare of green and pink berween the clasped.hands, and both parties immediately move back to what they were doing before everything went down.

"Now, i believe a certain princess needs to go and take a well.earned nap.before she collapses.from exhaustion, hmm?"

Lucifer immediately joins in with Vaggie in attempting to coerce their beloved Charlie to nap before she falls.over. However he does shoot the smug fake smiling radio parental usurper a very pointed glare that said he hadnt forgotten the little drama that just occurred... and felt a thrill of satisfaction as the other's grin dimmed slightly.

At the bar, Husk slips another drink to Angel and a glass of cordial to Niffty (she was a menace when drunk and had access to weapons).

"Hey didja know about all... that?"

A noncommittal hum.

"Do ya think... do ya think Smiles'd let me be like a distant uncle.to that shuppy? He was fuckin adorable and i just wanted to squish his murderous little face. Always wanted to pet him the few times i saw him at work, but... i was usually busy."

Husk cant help the laugh that rumbles.out. "Legs, whether the guy likes to admit it or not he loves that sharkdog like he does Niffty, you're gonna have Vark shoved in your face so often you'll be sick of him after a bit. Heck, qhen that lot broke up i think he was honestly more ypset about losing Vark..."

Angel felt Fat Nugget wriggle about in his arms and scritxhed the demon pigs ears, eliciting a delighted.grumbling squeal.

"Heh, i get it. Things're gonna be interesting around here then, hmm, sourpuss?"

"When are they ever not, Legs?"

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Here is my 6k word Umbrella Academy analysis on Season 1 Episode 1 "We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals"

Hope you enjoy!

(Disclaimer: Spoilers for Season 1, 2 and 3. Some points will come off as a bit judgemental towards certain characters, but I truly like all of the siblings, this is simply my observation. You may not agree with everything, these are just my interpretations)

Episode 1: We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals:

It is really sweet how the other women at the swimming pool are comforting Tatiana while and after she gave birth, bringing towels, petting her hair, holding her hand

It has been pointed out many times but I still love the foreshadowing to Viktor’s powers when Reginald is about to purchase him

I never thought about it but Viktor really practiced alone in the Theatre here. Wonder why. The lights were still on so maybe he just saw it as a good opportunity

Reginald dies late at night, Luther’s clock shows 23:28

When I watched this the first time, I immediately picked up on Luther's body hair growth, like with the wound, how he’s trying to cover it and later when he’s alone so I thought in retrospective that the trash bags are partially filled with hair

The weatherman says “little bit of rain potentially later in the week” and it does rain at Reginald’s funeral, which is only a few days after this! (As he dies on 21st March but Five comes back right before the funeral on 24th March) Great detail!

Diego really just snapped that guys neck

Allison's press photo shoot is apparently for Love on Loan 3, with the logo on the wall!

Allison never covers her umbrella tattoo, it is really visible

Allison looking really forced happy, right before a journalist says “Oh! You’re perfect!”

The poster “Recovery is not short and sweet, it is a lifelong process”

Klaus introduction scene and he already wears his headphones

He is immediately established as charming, people are laughing at his jokes, another off-screen person says goodbye to him. He seems well liked

No matter how many times I watch it I get said when the receptionist says “We’ll see you soon, Klaus”

Klaus-kisses-something count: 1. Object in question: the 30 day coin

Luther's chair on the moon, where the light hits the surface and making it look beautiful. Great hint at a later scene where Allison asks him about the moon!

Diego has no idea what normal is for a family. He throws the robbers against family photos, real family photos, not the annual paintings of the Academy. He throws knives, picks them up and they’re covered in blood. No clue that he looks just like the robbers, how is this family supposed to feel safe?

The transition from Allison leaving the press and looking over her shoulder to look at them one last time to Klaus looking over his shoulder as a police car with siren drives past as he makes his way to a dealer

Klaus-kisses-something count: 2. Object in question: drugs

Viktor looking at the news as Reginald’s death is pronounced. He says “Dad” and the photo on the news showing Reginald shows one of the Umbrella Academy group pictures after their Eiffel Tower mission. Watching that hurt, my heart aches for Viktor here

After the Eiffel Tower picture it shows another Academy picture, but this time with only five kids, hinting at Five’s disappearance

Reginald having lizard taxidermies and skulls

I never could quite make sense of the Academy emblem. An umbrella, a lighting bolt, a skull and a domino mask. And the motto is “Ut Malum Pluvia”, apparently translating to “When Evil rains”?

Shot to the sleep observation notebook. During my first watch, I didn't pick up that the numbers were representing the children, I assumed it were experiment numbers. I don't know what he wrote about Allison, but Klaus’s says “no activity for tonight”. So yay, probably means good sleep for him. I’m sure that line either hints at nightmares, OR, more likely, ghosts, that Klaus sees/hears in his dreams, which we get to see in later scenes. Ben’s says ‘seems to be crying in sleep’ which is just so sad, I want to hug him. And Viktor’s says “activity!!!” can't really make out the rest, but there are other posts transcripting the pages, but here’s another clue that Viktor has powers.

The Academy paintings. On the first one, they look a bit uncomfortable, but mostly okay. In the next, when Five is gone, they look so much more tense. In the next one it shows they hate this and they don't want to be here. They look really strained and depressed and angry at the last painting when Ben died

Diego comes out of the room where Grace is sitting, great hint for when it is revealed that he found the monocle on her

Allison didn't seem to be sure that Viktor would come “You’re actually here”. It is sweet how she welcomes him and says “forget about him” when Diego tells him “What are you doing here? You don't belong here, not after what you did.”

So far, Diego and Allison know that Viktor is there

Viktor says “Hey, Allison” while Allison says “Hey, sis”. Sis, our first nickname in this family

Allison can sure shoot one back, quite snarky and can be quite defensive of others, but in a good way. Shows by criticizing Diego’s outfit/leather harness underhandedly

Viktor really seems to be about to leave after Diego’s comment :( Good that Allison reassured him

So now Diego knows that Allison is there, Viktor and now Luther as well. “What's your secret? Protein shakes? Low carbs?” Diego seems well knowledged in health and fitness, later eating a raw egg and criticizing Klaus for using drugs “My body is a temple”. That's surely one way to cope. That is in complete contrast to what they did as children, with Five pointing out they used to snuck out to Griddy’s and Klaus saying they used to huff paint in the basement in season 3. That fact about Diego already shows here with this simple comment

Diego was the first to know Luther was there (beside Pogo, as Luther talked to him already and was told the monocle was missing. Already hinting that Pogo was involved in Reginald’s whole plan). And of course the first room Luther would go to was Reginald’s bedroom. But then again, it was Diego’s first goal too, with him already having checked it out

Diego pulling away the coroner’s report right as Luther was about to grab it because Diego was holding it out to him. Classic sibling behavior. From this moment I knew that any comment about “They’re not really a family, they’re strangers” is a blatant lie

Diego broke into the coroner’s office before this. He IS shocked that it is just heart failure but he accepted it. Luther, not so much

Diego says this about Reginald: “A sad old man in a big empty house, just like he deserved.” Now he is the one being told by Luther to leave.

Diego says to Luther “Whatever you say, brother.” Brother being so more distanced than sis

Reginald really had everything. Comics up top, a bit below that, a newspaper article but also a framed teen magazine cover

Viktor meets Pogo up next and they hug. Viktor got two hugs in one day, the other being from Allison

Grace calls Reginald “sir” in the flashback

In the flashback, Allison stands perfectly straight in the middle, in the left front we have Ben who is straightening his shirt and halfway already in the office. On the right front we have Klaus who is crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. In the left back we have Luther, who stands behind his siblings and in the exact same spot as in all the Academy paintings. Next to him is Diego, who has to stretch himself a bit to be able to look past Allison and at Reginald. In the left back is Five and behind him Viktor. When they are urged to leave, Viktor immediately makes his way back, Diego and Klaus follow suit and walk next to each other, next it Five and Luther puts his hand on Ben’s shoulder as they walk back. Allison has to be urged by Grace. She wants attention and it becomes apparent why she would become a movie star

Klaus meets Allison first, she’s the first to know he’s there, in Reginald’s office

Klaus really hasn't seen Allison in a long time it seems, but Allison is really happy to see him as she smiles at his antics. I really believe that Klaus is the “mascot” when it comes to dysfunctional family dynamics and for Allison, it really worked. For those that don't know what the mascot is: “This is the child who learns very early that laughter reduces tension and eases stress, and she or he responds to discord in the family by trying to lighten the mood through humor.”

Klaus immediately goes for the hug. Now Allison got two hugs too! The first she gave Viktor, the second she got from Klaus

Klaus really can lie quickly. He wasn't prepared to meet her there, it didn't sound like he had anything planned when he said that he wanted to meet her anyway, but that “I wanted to get your autograph” really came so quickly after that short pause. He could pawn it and says it in a flattering way.

He is so quick to divert from a question. Instead of answering Allison's question about what he’s doing, he goes for the “oh, we haven't seen each other in so long!”

But Allison points out the rehab wristband. She notices shit

Allison really seems concerned when Klaus says “I’m done with all that”, context being rehab

Klaus saying he only came here to convince himself that their dad is dead and Allison giving him a “really?” look. She didn't believe it for a second

When Klaus clasps “And he is! He’s dead! Yeees!” Allison shakes her head and grins. That was the moment she thought “Yep, he hasn't changed one bit, alright. Klaus is still Klaus.”

Klaus really changes in tone fast, from being cheerful and making jokes about Reginald’s death to angry about how they wouldn't be allowed to be in that room if he’d still be alive

Klaus puts his feet in the desk

Reginald has a photo of himself framed on a shelf, not just the painting behind him

“Get out of his chair” are the first words Luther tells Klaus after seeing each other again. Klaus has meet two people, Allison and Luther and Luther met Pogo, Diego and now Allison and Klaus in Reginald’s office

Interesting that Klaus wants to leave when Luther enters the room.

“Save the lecture” Oh, Klaus is so used to getting lectured

“You guys can talk amongst yourselves * chuckles softly*” He is so hinting at their teenage romance with each other

Luther knows Klaus took something, he isn't fooled by Klaus playing dumb

And Klaus looks around again if anyone is there before he pulls out the box. Don't let appearances fool you, he knows how to stay secretive

Klaus-kisses-something count: 3. Object in question: pearl-inlaid box

Luther is the one to say “Klaus is still Klaus” and Allison is the one to say she finds it comforting. Her life has changed so much, she has started to see that her actions have consequences and to see that some things from the past haven't changed? Yes, I can see her seeing it as a source of comfort. Luther does not give a response, instead redirecting to Diego. So he seems to be less comforted by Klaus’s lack of change

The bit about Diego wearing the leather harness in the shower will never not be funny

Luther AND Allison weren't sure if she’d come to the funeral. She really distanced herself from her past, huh

Luther says shit when Allison tells him that Patrick got custody. He knows how much Claire meant to Allison. Also, Luther swears. I see you, “Luther saying ‘Language!’” writers, but it’s not canon

Luther is quick to suggest Allison should use her power, but he is apprehensive at saying it out loud, indicating that he does know that it is not exactly good

Family meeting! Luther sits on the left couch, Diego on the left armchair, Allison on the right armchair and Viktor on the right couch. Luther seems the most comfortable, as if this were truly his home, Diego sits rather relaxed too, Allison sits straight, hands folded in her lap, Viktor wants to be comfortable but body language indicates that he isn't, he makes himself look really small

Allison has a drink

“None of you ever did that?” When Luther tells that he used to sit with Reginald by the oak tree. Diego looks away, probably thinking “Classic Luther”. At first I thought that Diego thinks that Luther is the favorite, but then I remembered that Diego later tells Luther he SHOULD be angry at Reginald for what he did to Luther, so I think he realizes “So he still thinks Reginald is good and doesn't realize how messed up it all was.” Also, Klaus immediately chimes in “Will there be any refreshments?” Before any of his siblings could answer that “None of you ever did that?” Question, which would just stir up all sorts of emotions. Robert Sheehan said in an interview once that Klaus is rather conflict avoidant and it shows. And again, another point towards him being the “mascot”

So Klaus has a drink, a cigarette and also a trophy?

Luther only points out the smoking, not the drinking. Because “Dad didn't allow smoking in here”. When did he establish that rule? I so want to know the history behind it

Allison seems to be so much more at ease after Klaus’s interruption

Diego knew Luther would still believe that it was murder. Viktor does speak up, using logic that the coroner would know. Allison also finds Luther’s suggestion ludicrous, she sees in that moment how Luther can't live without a mission anymore

“Quelle surprise” Klaus is the most likely out of all of them to use non-English words. French, German, Spanish is what I remember on the spot, I'll look out if he speaks any other languages

Also, Reginald communicated with Luther while on the moon

“Look, I know you don't like to do it but I need you to talk to Dad”. Everyone was aware that Klaus does not like using his power. Klaus even looks shocked at the suggestion, his expression saying “Me?”. Allison scoffs as if she knew “Yeah, not going to happen” or couldn't believe that Luther would bring it up, especially in the context that she thinks that Luther is out of his mind with suggesting it was murder

Resentment slips through when Klaus says “Hey did could you stop playing tennis with Hitler for a while and take a quick call”

Luther doesn't even think about the possibility that Klaus wouldn't be able to do it. “That's his thing”. Luther does NOT know why Klaus started using drugs,for which we’ll get even more evidence for in episode 7 when he says he wants to be Number Four because he seems so carefree. Also Diego looks away when Luther says it, maybe because Luther still puts so much focus on their powers, just like Reginald

Everyone except Diego is so shocked and surprised when it’s revealed that Luther thinks one of them killed Reginald. There was definitely some baseline trust in each other

“Way to lead” Diego rubbing salt into the wound because he knows Luther thinks himself the leader of the group. It definitely strikes Luther, so it worked

All of them work out without another word, except Klaus who tells Luther he’s crazy. Even Allison, whose glass is now empty

Flashback to 17 years ago. They were 12 here and it’s 2002. Five disappeared about 16 years and 5 months ago, so he was only in the public for about 7 months

News Reporter is Jim Hellerman from the news station Channel 2 News

A S.W.A.T team is already at the bank robbery

Bank is Capital West bank at Main at Sixth

The Umbrella Academy only made their entrance at this bank robbery roughly three hours after it started

I love this scene so much. Allison so confidently walking up to the robber, Luther running on the roof and people believing it’s law enforcement, jumping in through a window from the ceiling, immediately hitting a guy and throwing him out of the bank through another window. That's a lot of windows they’re destroying. Diego’s knives land straight in that guy's chest

What did Jim Hellerman do to have been in many hostage situations? Is The City just like that? Is it like Gotham, where crime is just that rapant?

The robber from the beginning is standing on top of the counter, pointing his gun at the kids and calling them freaks. Diego, Allison AND Klaus are standing in front of him. I have never noticed that Klaus was standing there too before this rewatch. Luther is standing by the hostages in front of the vault.

The kids are trolling that guy. Diego saying “Be careful up there, buddy” Allison responding “Wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Five also has this humor with “That's one badass stapler.” He is so youthful here

“Do we really have to do this?” Ben, I want to hug you. He does not want to do this. He first looks at Luther (remember when Luther was the one to guide him away from Reginald’s office?) and then at Klaus.

“*Sighs* I didn't sign up for this” Did I say I want to give Ben a hug?

Five seems intrigued by Ben’s… tentacle massacre and then looks at Klaus, maybe because of the possibility that new ghosts could appear?

“*Sighs* *breathes shakily* Can we go home now?” Voice trembling, covered in blood, I am calling CPS, nothing will stop me, I will enter this TV show just to pull Ben out of this

They come out and are already posing, they trained for this moment. Luther is holding a hand up, Diego is showing off a knife, Allison is standing straight, Klaus is leaning on Five, Five is als standing straight, hand behind his back. Ben is covered in blood and looking down

They were so sheltered and given so little free time, so little time to discover who they are, this bank robbery mission for which a S.W.A.T team was called and ended in Ben being covered in blood made Viktor say “Why can't I go PLAY with the others?”

Reginald comes into the picture and Luther is again at his exact same position as always, at the top left.

Some other news stations: WURG, CNR, Channel 9 News

Interesting how they wear their scarves. Luther, Five and Ben all seemingly wear their scarves tucked into their coats, Allison wears hears pretty fashionable with one side hanging out to the front, Klaus’s hangs off to the side on one end while the other falls off over his shoulder behind his back and Diego literally just put it around his shoulders, didn't even wrap it around his neck. No wonder that guy later refuses to use an umbrella during the funeral.

End of flashback, back to Klaus trying to conjure Reginald. Looks like he just took off his shoes. Klaus seems to focus so much on the point that they weren’t related. Earlier with him that Reginald wasn’t their real father so they couldn't inherit his cold dead eyes, now with “[...] my sons, adoptedt(!) sons”. It really makes sense that he wants to seek out his birth mother in season 3, he already puts a lot of focus on it in season 1.

“Big angry ghost lecture” again with the lecture, Klaus is used to getting lectured.

"Eternal peace is probably overrated” they kept that in season 3 when he talks with Rachel, his mom, in The Void. Klaus is so interesting, he has seemingly no long term goals, lives fully in the present moment, but is haunted by his past and also thinks the future is shit (as shown when Five reappears and tells them about the future “Called it!”)

Klaus calls Reginald “Reggie”

Diego and Klaus think very similarly of Reginald. Diego uses “paranoid”, “sad old man”, “monster” as words to describe him, Klaus says “stubborn bastard” and “sadistic prick”. No wonder they get along so well

Allison truly is a girlies girl, they recreated that early 2000s girls room PERFECTLY. That little thing to hang up jewelry, the bright colored nail polish, another container for other accessories, teen magazines, posters, kitchy notebooks and decor, those pencils that aren’t even sharpened yet, the one with the thin plastic wrapping that gets everywhere once you do sharpen them and with the cutesy eraser on top which more destroys your paper and smears the writing all over it instead of erasing it. Huuuh, the 2000s

Klaus is now in the basement kitchen. This is where Leonard and Viktor will enter from at a later point (I’m pointing this out because whenever I watched that scene I never knew how they were suddenly in the house, I assumed it was a shop because it didn't look like the house, now I know). There is a table football and a couch and an e-guitar, which Klaus will later hold right when Diego will announce that he’ll leave

Klaus has another drink. And just took drugs, three to be precise. He seems to be not doing okay. “Three? Okay” to which he laughs but right after taking them he seems very sunken

Diego is a knuckle cracker and fidgets with his knives

I think it’s really sweet how Luther wants to make them all feel connected and cheer them up after ruining the mood. Maybe he already realized here he was too harsh. He did turn up the volume to max, he knew what he was doing with putting on the vinyl here. And he is already feeling the music, moving his hands and head

Luther is a record enjoyer, Klaus is most often seen with his tape player (though he also has a record player in his room. I assume that tapes are just more mobile and he can listen to them anywhere).

This dance scene was what made me fall in love with the show

Diego closes the door before he pulls off his A+ performance.

Allison springs onto and off beds

Five begins to reappear, metal things get pulled away. Reginald’s urn almost falls off the table before Klaus catches it. Klaus also says “Daddy?” Sure, we know that ghosts don't manifest like this. But Klaus has been trying to conjure Reginald, his abuser, so it is reasonable why he’d think that Reginald might appear after all, especially when he isn't fully sober and already not doing that good mentally

Luther is the first to put some scientific reasons on the big blue ball in the sky

Diego calls Luther “Paul Bunyan”

When the electricity intensifies, Luther and Diego are quick to pull Klaus behind them. Luther says “Everyone get behind me”, he clearly sees himself as their protector. Diego says “Yeah, get behind us” he sees himself also as their protector, he has some respect for Luther in the sense he looks up to him, wants to be equals rather than Number Two

“I vote for running” Klaus showing conflict-avoidance again. Or self-preservation instincts depending on the viewer

I like how Klaus is the one to say “Does anyone else see little Number Five or is that just me?” With him already seeing things that no one else does. Also, Klaus uses Five’s full name, Number Five instead of just Five

Klaus is rubbing his show and mouth a lot. Could be a nervous tick or could be experiencing dry mouth from the drugs

Viktor and Five used to be close, Viktor being the one to give Five the date and Five remained rather calm when he just said the day when he asked for the exact date instead. He has a lot more patience for Viktor

Five did that a lot, walking towards someone only to blink with Luther saying “Haven't missed that”

Five has seen a lot. He says that the future is shit so resigned. He says he should have listened to “the old man”, putting the blame on himself

“That makes no sense” “It would if you were smarter” Diego immediately stands up, Luther immediately holds Diego back. He will later do this again when Diego is angry at Five when Patch was killed. Luther is all about preserving the peace between them, that's also why he put on the record

“Nice to know Dad didn't forget me” Five does not seem to see the harm Reginald has done to them but based on that line, I believe that in the apocalypse he thought often about how their dad would probably see him as a failure now, since he did what he was told not to do and couldn't even go back. All of them still call Reginald “Dad”

I’m just imagining old Five saying “ballsy”

Viktor full on believes his whole family hates him

Five responds with that there could be worse things. Worse things being that they’re all dead like what he had to go through, already implicating that he doesn't care what his family thinks of him and his actions just as long as they’re safe

Klaus is smoking another cigarette

Pogo says “dear boy” to Luther

Klaus grimaces when Luther pours out the ashes. Could be interpreted in a number of ways. “Oh that wasn't great.” “The old man will not like that.” to throw out a few

Diego’s anger continues to brew as his face twists and and looks up away from Pogo when he asks who wants to speak. The words are already forming for him

Klaus is keeping his feelings about Reginald bottled up, going straight back to his cigarette

Diego begins to look over again when Pogo says “[Reginald] was my master”. Strengthening his feelings about how they weren't children to Reginald, how he saw himself as above everyone

Allison looks down and seems annoyed when Diego says “My name is Number Two” in response to her calling him out. She probably thinks back to Ben’s funeral, where he wasn't all that different. “Classic Diego”

Viktor also cares about Mom. When he first entered the Academy, he said “Mom?” As soon as he saw her, here he says “No, it’s okay, Mom” when she asks if they’d like something to eat. He also thanks her in a later flashback when she compliments his music and is against shutting her down

Allison already notices that something is not right with Mom “Is Mom alright?”, Which explains why she would be pro powering her off

Diego really out here pulling the string cards with calling Luther “Number One”. Luther probably saw it as an offense towards him, but I think Diego said it more as to “Look, he didn't even gave us names! He gave us numbers”

Luther does no go down to that level, still calling Diego “Diego” but he is the one to start the physical fight

Diego calls Luther “big boy” in the fight. Twice

This time, Klaus is all for the fight, chanting “Hit him!”. He did laugh at Diego’s proclamations about their father

Allison seems so disappointed and also resigned in those two when they destroyed Ben’s statue in the “They never know when to stop” sense

This time, Viktor does not back down when Diego says “Got enough material for your sequel yet?” He does not let Diego get to him

Klaus really makes sure that everyone is gone before he says his words to Reginald.

Putting out your cigarette in your abusers ashes in the ultimate “Fuck you” move and nothing will ever top it

Reginald’s quote in the flashback to one of their training days basically boils down to “You are stronger together than on your own.” In the bank robbery flashback he says in response to if he cares about their well being “Of course. As I am for the fate of the world.” I think he knew that an apocalypse would happen but I don't believe he knew the cause. In a later flashback with Luther and Allison in the greenhouse, he isn't angry about them spending time together, he’s angry that they do it outside of their schedule

This is where Diego’s fear of needles comes from, getting their tattoos

Klaus and Allison already got their tattoos, Diego is currently getting his done, so they’re out of order. I thought maybe the last one got theirs first, the first one to make it to the top gets theirs last but Diego was right behind Five on the staircase race. But maybe Luther and Ben managed to overtake him?

I just think it’s really sweet how Klaus is holding Allison in his arms as she’s sobbing while he is also still distressed and in pain from his own one. He cares

Diego doesn't even let himself be comforted by Mom

Luther also seems so agitated about being next, he tries to hide the fear but isn't successful

Ben tries to calm himself down but he’s pretty nervous and as is Five

None of them had any fun here

Reginald raises them by the rule “You are stronger together than alone”. But completely excludes Viktor from all of this. Of course he’d feel isolated. But it also means he sees these terrible things happen to his siblings, like the bank robbery mission and tattoos, and sees it as a game, as a group activity that he is left out of. I do believe he’d take the pain if it’d meant he’d be one of them

It is so freaking creepy how Reginald will just sit on their beds while they sleep and put on the electrodes.

I first thought everyone had their own color for the cables, but some are clearly used twice. Luther has blue, Allison yellow, Viktor’s is white which is a great hint as his comic code name “The White Violin”, Klaus is black (shocking for the guy whose powers revolve around death), Five is red since it’s coming from the staircase leading up top but no idea which colors Ben and Diego are

Luther sleeps on his side, Allison sleeps half on her back, half on her side, Five sleeps on his stomach, Viktor sleeps on his back

I think this is the first time we see Viktor use the pills? Could have sworn it was earlier but I don't think so

Viktor takes his pills and goes back to his earlier mind set, when he did think Diego was right, he shouldn't have come

Viktor really cares about others. He cares about Mom, he tells Pogo to take care of himself, he later compliments Helen

“Dad hated caffeine” “He hated children too and he had plenty of us *laughs* *immediately stops and grows serious*” Again, a sudden mood change from Klaus when talking about their father. Also, it’s really sad how Klaus is telling the truth here, because Reginald literally says in season 2 "I have a deep dislike of children. I do not have them, nor do I intend to have them". So Klaus seems to have a good idea about how Reginald truly was. Rehab did seem to have some effect

Klaus peaks up when Five says he’ll get in the car. Like he knows that Five is in a 13 year old body, so he isn't legally allowed to drive. But he is also so curious.

Klaus is also barefoot. Good reference to his comic version, where he can only use his psychic powers when he isn't wearing shoes

I love that Diego’s and Allison’s love language for each other is roasting. “See you guys in, what, 10 years when Pogo dies” “Not if you die first.” “Yeah, love you too, sis. Good luck on your next film”. We got our first “love you”! Aaand it was 100% sarcastic. Also, Diego calls Allison “sis”!

That “Hope it turns out better than your marriage” comment hit hard for Allison, she immediately left after it

Even though Diego is a pretty health and fitness focused guy, he still takes out one mini marshmallow from the bag that Five left out earlier when he made his sandwich

Diego’s face when he’s in the car and Klaus enters. That screams “Not this again let me have one second in peace”. Diego is used to Klaus but not to his antics. But he doesn't throw him out

So, Viktor left, Klaus knew about it, Five and Allison where in the room when he announced it, Five left with Klaus and Allison still in the room, Diego entered, Allison left, Diego left, Klaus left, Luther saw Klaus and Diego leaving in the car

I love Grace, great character. Often robots in fiction are said to have their own agency, but this show really questions that narrative. Does she? Or is it her programming. But here when she looks at the paintings she mimics that woman in the painting, looking at her with longing and awe. It looks like she wants to be that free, go see the places in those paintings which she never got to do under Reginald

Five’s forced smile at Agnes reminds me of his comic version

Five could have gone anywhere to get a coffee but he chose Griddy’s. A place with memories. Good memories. With siblings he cares so much about. Siblings which he saw dead. “Simpler times”. I think Five thought a lot about them in the apocalypse. Regretted some of his actions. “Shouldn't have done this” “should have done something” “should have said something” “should have told them”. All those should have’s.

On the side of Griddy’s is a sign with “Dunfield Plaza” and next to it is another sign with other shop names. Those being “Dry cleaning”, “Astro Typewriter” and “Grand Mutual” and under it is another LED sign with “Warton’s convenience 24h”

Five’s fighting speaks for itself

Five didn't finish his coffee

Diego is holding the monocle above the water, thinking about Luther’s words. He is conflicted about clearing Grace’s innocence with dropping it. He knows something is up with it. But he also wants to protect her

First time Klaus is referring to himself as “we”, with we meaning Ben and him

Here we have the scene that led to fanfic authors making Klaus obsessed with waffles. Despite “You like waffles?” “Of course you do, everyone likes waffles” and Ben even nodding. But that’s the curse of a character mentioning liking a food once

Diego had the police radio on his car hood so he’d here if something came up

Klaus does drum rolls

Klaus knows about Diego’s vigilante activity “breaking bones and cracking skulls?” which does sound rather negative. He doesn't seem to be in favor of it. Comes with them being raised to kill and him seeing corpses that have broken bones, pieces of them missing, etc.

Diego responds with “Saving lives, baby”

“I guess it’s frozen waffles again” I hope you don't eat them frozen /j

“I could do egg and bacon but I’m trying to cut down on my pig products.” I am leaning myself out of the window and throw a wild suggestion out: Could be interpreted as a hint towards Dave. Dave is Jewish and pork is not kosher

Diego is putting on the mask in the car

“You are so weird” Viktor to Five. Another peak sibling behavior, love it. You have each other back not even a day but you are already back to being siblings

So Viktor knows Five was attacked and that the world will end

“I’ll put on a pot of coffee” Miniscule detail, but he couldn't have known that Five wanted coffee since he already left when Five was searching for coffee in the Academy which led to him driving to Griddy's. I guess the usual person would say “I need a drink” when they find out “The world will end in 8 days” BUT Viktor takes medication, so coffee is probably the next best thing, especially since the day has already been exhausting

And there we go! First episode over!

[darkmaga-returns]

https://stateofthenation.info/?p=121

THERE’S AN “ARMY OF MIND-CONTROLLED SOLDIERS” NOW BEING TRIGGERED TO EXECUTE…..

Posted on October 25, 2024 by State of the Nation

SOTN EDITOR’S NOTE: The following firsthand testimony was written by a victim of the CIA’s MK-Ultra Monarch mind control program.  It details his personal interactions with Sen. Robert C. Byrd—a Democrat who was the longest serving U.S. senator in American history— during a one-on-one meeting he had with him during the summer of 1993 outside of Nashville, TN.

Our readers know that SOTN has posted more articles on the countless Gladio-style false flag mass shootings than any other site on the Internet today.  As a matter of fact, we have posted so many exposés on these never-ending staged mass casualty events that some folks have questioned the whole confusing matter.  They really wonder how these MCEs are all carried out in a carefully coordinated effort by the U.S. Intelligence Community, U.S. Armed Forces, local law enforcement; and then fastidiously covered up by the CIA’s Mockingbird Media.

Our response is always the same:

OPERATION GLADIO and the very stealthy “Strategy of Tension” paving the way for the American Bolshevik Revolution.

In light of the fact that all of these Second Amendment-cancelling psyops and gun control black ops have been perpetrated against the American people since August of 1963, it ought to be easy to understand how those traitorous organs of the U.S. Federal Government have gotten away with it scot-free for over 60 years … … … until now!

TEXAS FLASHBACK: It all started with a bang in Austin in 1966 with the UT Tower Mass Shooting. They forgot to tell us that the highly proficient ex-Marine sniper was a CIA contractor……

Rather than add any more commentary, we present the brave whistleblower’s own words as hard evidence (see his “Monarch injury” photos in the link) for what is the most important covert US Intel Community operation of all—OPERATION GUN CONTROL.

*Whenever the author uses the word “He” below, the whistleblower is referring to Sen. Robert Byrd.

He [Sen. Byrd] told me that it is difficult to control and maintain a nation of armed citizens as the people, the ninety-five percent are manipulatable and susceptible to mob mentality; he said that it was dangerous to have an armed population as they are difficult to control.

He told me that that was why it was necessary for U.S. as leaders to guide the People to choose “Gun Control” for themselves; he said that it was important to make the People “Believe” they were choosing it for themselves.

He told me that this was to be accomplished through the implementation of mass shootings. He said that there was an increase in mass shootings in our country because they were being planned and instigated by the Central Intelligence Agency and the Pentagon for the purpose of pushing the people to “choose” gun control.

He said that those people who are committing these mass shootings and events were soldiers in what he called his army, and he said that they were unknown heroes helping to move U.S. forward with difficult decisions.

He said that the People will see these events and think the people doing it to be crazy and criminal, but he told me that many of the shooters were programmed CIA mind slaves like myself.

Byrd told me that there would be an increase in these mass shootings and events and an escalation to the horror and trauma inflicted by them until the people “chose” to be an unarmed society.

All of this sounded messed up and I was way over the rainbow by this point in our conversation and all of it was awful to hear and to understand, but as a newly purchased CIA mind slave I ingested the information as I was expected to do. Byrd asked me if I understood what he was saying, and I told him that I thought that I did. He went on to say that I was a soldier in this world, and he said that I would be a leader of his army here on this earth. He told me that we were at war for the minds of the people of this country and the world. (Source: Witness Insider Blows Whistle On Multi-decade Gun Control Psyops /Black Ops Run By C.I.A. & Pentagon)

[rabbitcruiser]

Hwy 128 Colorado River Scenic Byway, UT (No. 3)

The gorge widens where the highway passes by Castle Valley and Professor Valley, which have been the shooting locations for many western films (including Wagon Master and Rio Grande) and television commercials. Near the east end of the valley the highway crosses Onion Creek, a stream sourced by springs that contain naturally occurring minerals that produce a strong odor in the water. At the east end of the valley the highway has a view of the Fisher Towers, a set of dark red spires. After leaving the valley, the road winds farther up the river gorge until arriving at the Dewey Bridge, named for Dewey, a nearby ghost town.

After the bridge, the road follows the northern bank of the river for a few miles then exits the Colorado River gorge. At this point the highway proceeds across desert towards the Book Cliffs to terminate at Interstate 70 (I-70) near Cisco. Cisco is a ghost town along the main line of the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad, founded as a water re-filling station for steam locomotives. The last 3 miles (4.8 km) of the road parallel the railroad and is an old routing of US-6/US-50, in use before the construction of I-70.

Source: Wikipedia  

[dankusner]

University of Texas Tower Shooting

The University of Texas Tower Shooting, one of the worst mass murders in American history, took place on August 1, 1966, on and around the University of Texas at Austin (UT) campus.

In 2016, a monument made of Texas pink granite and including the engraved names of the seventeen murdered victims was dedicated. UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS TOWER SHOOTING (1966).

The University of Texas Tower Shooting, one of the worst mass murders in American history, took place on August 1, 1966, on and around the University of Texas at Austin (UT) campus when Charles J. Whitman, an enrolled student, took control of the observation deck of the iconic Tower and fired various weapons onto the campus and its surrounding business district.

Whitman’s murderous spree began in the early morning hours of August 1, 1966, when he killed his mother, Margaret Elizabeth Whitman, at her apartment near downtown Austin.

Approximately, three hours later, he returned to his small south Austin home and killed his wife Kathleen as she slept in their bedroom.

From about 3:00 A.M. to his arrival on the UT campus at approximately 11:30 A.M., he wrote several notes and meticulously prepared for an extended siege of the campus by purchasing and packing an array of guns, about 700 rounds of ammunition, and survivalist supplies.

Wearing overalls to disguise himself as a janitor, Whitman entered the Tower on the ground floor, boarded an elevator, and wheeled a footlocker on a two-wheeled dolly to the twenty-seventh floor.

Afterwards, he hauled his gear up three flights of stairs to the twenty-eighth floor reception area and observation deck.

His first victim on campus was a university employee who served as a receptionist on the twenty-eighth floor.

Minutes later, using an illegally-modified shotgun, Whitman gunned down a family of tourists in a stairwell as they attempted to enter the reception area.

Two of the family members died immediately; two others were severely wounded.

At 11:48 A.M., Whitman began shooting from the Tower’s outdoor observation deck, which completely encircles the entire twenty-eighth floor.

The outer walls of each side of the deck included three openings that were intended to function as rainspouts.

Whitman was able to use these openings as turrets, which effectively shielded him from return gunfire below.

For the next ninety-six minutes, the “Sniper in the Tower” fired approximately 150 rounds of ammunition onto the public below.

The incident ended at 1:24 P.M. when Whitman was ambushed on the northwest corner of the deck by two uniformed Austin Police Department patrol officers—Ramiro “Ray” Martinez and Houston McCoy.

An armed civilian, University Co-op employee Allen Crum, had also accompanied Martinez to the observation deck and waited near the doorway on the south side of the deck, and, according to Crum’s statement to the police, Austin police officer Jerry Day was also present at the door.

The death toll, including Whitman’s wife and mother, was a total of seventeen: fifteen (including Austin police officer Billy Speed) died on August 1, another died on August 8, and a final victim died of a gunshot-related wound in 2001.

Thirty-one individuals were treated for wounds, ranging from superficial to life-threatening, in Austin’s hospitals and the University Student Health Center.

As a result of the shooting, the observation deck was closed for several months to repair damage done to the outer walls near the clocks and the face of the building itself.

During the first thirty years of the building’s history, a total of three people had committed suicide from the Tower’s deck.

After the Tower shooting, in a six-year period from 1968 through 1974, four people chose to end their lives there.

After the last of the suicides, the twenty-eighth floor was closed again in 1974.

In February 1976 the UT regents voted to close the observation deck permanently.

In 1999 UT’s president Larry Faulkner presented a plan to the regents to reopen the deck to the general public.

The plan included a number of modifications to the twenty-eighth floor (to make it more accessible and American Disabilities Act compliant) and the outer deck (to make it safer by enclosing it with a mesh of stainless steel bars).

The observation deck was reopened to the public shortly after the dedication of the Tower Memorial Garden on August 1, 1999.

In the 2010s public access to the top of the Tower was by appointment in a guided tour only.jury

[memecucker]

That previous post reminded me of when I was looking at colleges and UT Austin was one I considered and my mom was like “No don’t go there that’s the place that had the shooting” and the shooting she was referring to was the a guy climbed the clock tower and started shooting at random people back in 1966

[sainadazai]

"I Missed you sex" with Bokuto

As you sat outside your home in the patio chair that hardly cushioned you, waiting for the sound of his boisterous laughter, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a whole week since he’d been away, and boy, no one ever told you how much you could miss someone. This had been the worst week of your life, because you hadn’t even prepared for the feeling of going to sleep without him, you never thought you’d have to. 

Now, of course, Kou was always a volleyball player, he left for small trips here and there throughout your relationship, but you’d gotten together after he sustained a sports injury, and was sent on hiatus. Never had you ever been more proud of being an athletic trainer and physical therapist than the day you met him. With his pouty face and casted up leg. Yet somehow the whole time he was with you that day was spent laughing hysterically. 

For the year and a half you’d been together, he hadn’t been to one traveling tournament, only practices and local games. He was always home by nine. So it's obvious how the past week had gone, but now it was finally over and you could sleep next to him again, touch those broad muscles and lay across his wide chest. You could kiss all over him, and feel the ecstasy that is his touch. 

Car revving is what makes your eyes focus in again, and you almost start to tear up when through the passenger window you can see his white hair poking up in all directions, a smile on his face as he barely focuses on driving, opting to stare straight into your eyes with the excitement of a child. 

He steps out of the car as you begin standing to go meet him, both of you are running at each other before you know it, interlocking all your limbs in a messy and aggressive hug. Legs wrap around his waist and when he finally feels that contact he’s been missing all week, he almost melts. 

“Hey..” you whisper, laughing a bit through it.

“Hey, Hey..” he speaks back, head tucked into your neck, loving that the two of you can greet each other that way again. 

“H-” you go to speak again, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Don't ruin it.” His hands squeeze at your waist, and his presence makes you break out in a giddy smile, the same one he’s wearing. 

“Love ya.” 

“Love ya. Oh! Did you clean our room while I was gone, because I so totally was gonna do it before I left, but then poof! I was on a plane and I was like Oh. My. God. Y/n is gonna be so mad, Im sorry ba-” 

“I did, c’mon Kou let's go inside..” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. 

The two of you are happy. So pleased just to see each other again that you don't mention the underlying thoughts, and feelings. How having those hands around your waist, feeling how he is so big and towers over you, it made you dripping wet for him. How your breasts shoved right up against him, and that tiny little tank top you were wearing made him want to mark you up all over. The way you walked up the steps to your shared bedroom in those loose sweat shorts was causing him to drool, just at the sway of your hips. 

Koutarou and you didn't really have bedroom rules, there was a safeword just in case, but otherwise sex was simply recreational, it was about being close to eachother. So you weren’t afraid to pounce on him the second the bed came into your line of sight. 

Stripping your shirt off in the middle of the hall to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard both from him, and the cold air outside, then jumping on him. Your lips met his as he grasped your thighs and he bucked his hips subconsciously into you. 

The two of you just needed to feel each other, after a week of no form of touch from anyone, the only way to satiate the craving was to get as close to him as possible. You wanted him in you and on top of you, all around you if possible, everywhere. While he mostly associates touch with love, sex being the most intimate form of that, the more passion he puts into it is representative of how much he fucking loves you. Every part of you. The pleasure is just an added bonus. 

Thus it’s not unexpected when he slams you against the wall just by the open bedroom door, using it to push the two of you further together. Your back arches in contact with it and he uses that space to slit his hand in the dip of your back. 

Thick and wet kisses make their way from your mouth to your neck as his other hand grasps your left breast. He squeezes it in pulses, matching the in and out motion of his kiss, sliding his thumb over your nipple with each movement. A groan of his name falls from your wet lips when you first feel his hips grinding into yours, the much needed friction being given to you in just the right way. You could even feel how with each kiss and touch he was growing harder beneath those grey sweatpants. 

His low cut tank top exposed the sides of his chest, so you snuck your hands around and under to feel his flexing pecs, one making its way to his shoulder for grip. 

When he pulls away from your neck he speaks, “Fuck, missed you so much baby, missed your taste,” before he’s back to eating up every inch of you. You feel a bit of a shock when he jumps a bit you position you higher against the wall, latching his mouth to your unattended breast, sucking your nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, before popping off. 

“Missed all of you..” 

You moan at the warmth of his mouth on your nipple, loving the way he fucking worships you. “Miss you too, Kou- fuck- so much.” 

The sound of his name unsteadily rolling off your tongue sets him off, he needs more of this, more of you. So the man seats his hands under your ass, still kissing all over your breasts, and walks the two of you into the room. 

He even giggles as he falls over you onto the bed, the contact on your back is soft, the bed you love, but only when he is here, doing things like this to you. Contact is lost for a mere second while he rises to throw his shirt to the side, you take the time to rush off your shorts and undies. No one ever looked at your naked form the way Kou does, it's like he’s finally seen heaven, his eyes roam over you not like you're a piece of meat, but more so a delicate dessert for him to savour. 

“God your perfect, everyone must be so fucking jealous of me,” 

“Trust me, they are ~” you rouse, hoping to get a bit of jealousy out of him, because he is already towering over you like the giant he is, may as well seal your fate. It's not that you want to have rough sex, more so you need an excuse for the small tears gathering in your eyes, just at the fact that you can feel him now.

You never thought you’d cry over something like this but you missed him so fucking much, words don't even begin to explain, that's why you two do this first. Words aren't enough, but this way, the both of you can show eachother how much you needed the other when they were gone. You can give each other pleasures that only you hold the keys too, and make them feel things they only feel for you. 

Heat shoots straight to your center when you look up to see him in front of you bare, cock hard and ready as he stands there like a greek god, posed and all. 

“Anyone jealous of what you get, then?” he asks, not because he doesnt fucking know they are, but because he loves seeing you confient, that's what he always gets from that question. 

Both of your arms stretch up to reach for him, wrapping loosely around his muscular neck, “Oh yeah, but you know your mine,” you smirk, glad to be so sure he was always faithful when he was gone. You never had to fear for that. 

“Damn right I am.” Kou mumbles before connecting your lips, using one hand to run down the side of your stomach down to your clit, then continuing to the gap of your legs, spreading you wider for him. The tips of his fingers trace your leg up and down gently, sending shivers through you, and making you moan into his mouth. Then, one finger slides through your folds to gain access to your hole. It smooths over the damp flesh for a bit, before sinking deep into you, the stretch feels heavenly, but he knows friction is what gets you. 

The finger inside you quickly begins thrusting in and out, angled so that it rubs on the underside of your hole on it's way out, and thrusts into your g-spot on re-entry. The movement has your body writhing. His lips are marking up your entire chest, taking turns on each breast and moaning against your skin. 

He could do just this forever, he loves the way your walls get wetter and wetter around his finger, and the cute face you make when he inserts another. He know how big he is, you've had to tell him before in the past so that he understand how much you need this prep. 

It's never an issue, though, because Kou loves pleasing you, gets off on it even. Sometimes he wonders if just watching you make those pretty faces and noises could make him cum. Not that he wants to today, because as much as he loves pleasing you, he misses the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

The feeling of your body beneath him, or on top of him, anywhere as long as he can feel the pulse of your cunt around him. 

"Baby please!! Please let me put it in, need to feel you" He whines, having made himself painfully hard just imagining being that close to you again. 

Little did he know how much you needed him to fill you up, wanted him to tower over you with his broad frame and pound into you. Wanted him to show you how badly he needed you, how he couldn't even get off without you anymore. 

"Oh God, just hurry up I need you, Kou." 

He takes the way your wriggling beneath him as a sign that you were close, he was too, embarrassingly so. Thus he hissed as he grabbed hold of his veiny and flushed cock to line it up with your cunt. 

The second he felt just a hint of uts warmth he groaned and rested all of his weight on his hips, not even noticing how he was practically prying you open. 

His eyes are closed to take in the feeling he missed so much, until he here's a whimper, and feels your arms wrap around him strongly. 

"What baby, are you okay? Is this okay?" He is so kind you even let out a chuckle at him. 

"Feels so so good, I didn't even know i could miss someone as much as i missed you- ahh" 

Your words were sweet and he desperately wanted to hear more but with the way you were pulsing around him, he couldn't focus, he needed to get it all out before his mind would come down from the haze of pleasure. 

His thrusting was deep and slow, each movement pushing your whole body further up on the bed. His face was wrinkled up in concentration, but he made sure to focus on how your boobs bounced up and down with his strokes, and the way your mouth fell open with loud screams of his name. 

The pleasure and heat in the room were ever-growing, sweat starting to form on both of your torsos. Until finally a wave of pleasure ripped through you and you weren't sure whether to curl away from the feeling or move as close as possible to it. 

"Cuming-" 

"Me too-" he grasped the white blanket beneath you harshly as he came inside you. The warmth of his cum reminding you of how he was yours and you were his and this was home.

"You're never leaving for that long again." 

"Eh, I'm not sure, I mean if the sex is like that every time…" 

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

How do the Mafiatale (MT?), UT, UF, and US boys react to finding out that their s/o was their parent's least favourite child? Maybe it was by meeting s/o's parents or just a conversation before meeting them. Like, "can't wait to see all your baby pictures," and s/o just responds that it's not possible since they don't even have baby albums to begin with. Their older sibling has a ton of baby albums, but s/o has zero. (This is very much a self insert ask since my brother has around 5-7 albums and I have none. It's also very clear my brother is the favourite. I'm kinda over the being upset about it part now since I'm older, but when I first found out I didn't even have baby albums it was a huge slap in the face.) If you don't feel like doing this, it's perfectly fine. I'm just watching my nephew and was reminded of it again. Also, if I requested too many characters I'm fine with just Underfell and Mafiatale. 😊

- Ghost

The Guys Reacting To S/O Being the ‘Less-Favored’ Child:

MT:

Sinter: When you don’t get embarrassed at his remark and say you don’t have any pictures his smile tightens as he gently squeezes your shoulder. Do you still want to be here? You both can leave. He doesn’t mind. He’ll short-cut you both straight to Grillbys instead, just say the word. If you want to proceed with meeting your parents, his smile is forced and his answers are short and clipped. He keeps an arm around you the entire time. He’ll be civil, but he’s very upset at the thought of them favoring your brother over you.

Busta:  As soon as he hears those words leave your lips he's very upset. Busta has a hard time keeping his mouth shut, so if you tell him to keep quiet he’ll be antsy. Tapping his foot, unintentionally shooting your parent's dirty looks. Halfway through the evening/meeting he eventually blurts out “Such a shame you didn’t care to document such a wonderful person's upbringing!” Then he’ll proceed to proclaim how great you are to your family. 

UF:

Red: He stopped mid-chuckle at your words. What?! You’re joking, right? Do you even want him to meet these people? If you want to leave he teleports you both home immediately. If you have him stay he’s passive-aggressive as heck. Your whole family is getting dirty looks from him. Every single one. Scoffs at any mention of albums/trophies/photos/ect. “If they’re not S/O I don’t care.” He’s immediately unimpressed with your family and it will take a lot for them to get on his good side. The only reason he’s holding back his anger is that you’re there. When leaving he makes sure you leave out the door ahead of him and he’ll...say some rude things before making his exit.

Boss: Oh no. This will not do. Not at all. As soon as that door is opened he’s got a finger pointed at your parents/brother. He tells them exactly what he thinks of how they treat you and makes sure each one of them understands what he’s saying. What are they gonna do? Yell at him? He easily towers over him, especially in his high heeled boots. After he says his piece, he takes your hand, and you both leave. He’s huffy the entire way home. The next morning you find a simple black leather book by your bed. When you open it there's a handwritten note in Boss’s handwriting. “THIS WON’T MAKE UP FOR IT BUT...I TREASURE EACH MOMENT WITH YOU. NEVER FORGET.” As you flip through the pages it’s each and every picture he could find of you. Just you. You and him. You, him, Red, and everyone else. He promises to fill it up and to make many more albums of you.

(I think I’ll cap this out at four characters! If you want more just ask for a part two! I’d be more than happy to write the other ones for you!)

[charleswhitmans]

 Neal Newberry was 18 years old at the time of the UT Tower shooting. He had just graduated from Austin High School. Newberry was scheduled to start classes at UT-Austin that fall and had already taken one summer session course.  Newberry was working at the Terrytown Pharmacy owned by his father that summer.  He was best friends with Paul Sonntag and knew Sonntag’s girlfriend Claudia Rutt fairly well. Both Sonntag and Rutt were killed in the shooting.  Newberry decided not to attend UT in the fall and enrolled at Stephen F. Austin University instead.

[problemchildnoonewanted]

Demon!AU: Part 1

Hiro had given up. He tried everything. None of the inventions he had built or formulas he concocted bore any fruit for all his labor. The science he loved and cherished so dearly left him with dead end after dead end. It couldn't bring back his big brother.

So after eight days of sobbing and Baymax saving Hiro from suicide two times, Hiro decided to try one last thing.

It all started with a stupid ad he saw on a sketchy web site. It read: Demonology For Beginners! How To Make Your Dreams Come True!

However, when he clicked on the link it just took him to a white page with a 'site not found' message.

He sighed in frustration, but the possibilities were already bouncing around in his mind. So he began researching. Even getting into contact with a few experts and practitioners. Until finally after weeks of gathering information, he found himself here. Painting a rather large summoning circle on his bedroom floor with white paint. Aunt Cass would kill him if she ever found out he did this to her floor.

One of the friends he had made warned him that when making a deal with a demon there can be a catch. Demons like to play tricks and pranks with foolish humans. But Hiro was an intelligent person and from what he's learned so long as he's specific he'll get his brother back.

Hiro would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was terrified. What if it didn't work? What if the demon flat out said no? What if-

No, now wasn't the time for that.

Hiro lit the six black candles he bought and placed them in the center of the outside circles.

Hiro grabbed the sharp kitchen knife and dug it along the palm of his hand. Blood almost instantly started pouring out of the wound and Hiro tried not to make any sound of pain as to not activate Baymax. He quickly moved around the large circle to spread his blood around the edges and letting it drip around the candles. When he was done he wrapped his hand in a disinfectant cloth.

Then he began the chant.

"Magnum daemonem Domine da mihi volo te voco. Audite quaeso ut mihi vocationem auxilium, et super me misericordia." (Great demon lord, I summon you to my side to grant my wish. Please hear my call for help and take pity upon me.)

Hiro followed the instructions and repeated the mantra a total of six times.

Then silence.

Hiro knew that this probably wouldn't work, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Hiro fell to his knees and buried his face in his hand as he began sobbing.

"Why are you crying, boy?"

Hiro jumped away from the direction of the menacing and terrifying voice. Looking up Hiro saw the towering figure above him. It was very human-like in shape, but it was far from mistakable. Its huge lean figure, long, pointed horns, and not mention its black shadow-like body gave away what it truly was. A demon.

It tilted its head and its eyes made of white light seemed to narrow in amusement at Hiro's panting form on the ground.

Every part of Hiro's brain was telling him to get up and run from the creature, but he fought those urges down.

"I can't believe it worked," Hiro spoke more to himself than anything else.

"Yes, indeed. Now that we are past the amazement of my existence, you will answer my question, yes?" Hiro stared mesmerized by the way the being mouth appeared and disappeared from its face and, just like its eyes, it was made of pure light.

"What?" Hiro asked a bit foolishly.

The demon sighed. "Why were you crying upon my arrival, boy? Most don't start crying until they see me, and you didn't even seem to notice I was here." The creature waved its hand around as if to prove a point.

"Oh. It's because... I thought it didn't work." Hiro sat up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I see. And would it have been so bad if it hadn't?" The demon questioned seemingly intrigued by the human child's reactions.

"Yes," Hiro replied without hesitation.

"Oh? And why is that?" The entity moved closer to Hiro and from this distance, he could make out more details. The black layer that seemed shadow like at first now revealed to be skin that Hiro could see faint glowing veins beneath. The demon also didn't seem to have any perceivable gender.

"Because then that would mean I'd never get to see my big brother again." Hiro's gaze dropped to the floor in sorrow before snapping back up when the demon spoke once more.

"Is that why you've brought me here? Is he missing?" The demon sat down in front of Hiro in a bit of a lazy fashion just on the edge of the circle it was summoned with.

"He died in a fire."

"I see."

There was a moment of silence where the demon just seemed to stare at Hiro.

"Can you bring him back?"

"I can."

"Really!? That's ama-"

"As a demon."

"What?"

"I'm an Archdemon, not a god. My power is great but limited," The demon waved its hand again and an unnatural light filled the room before disappearing just as fast as it came.

Hiro sat and contemplated this new information for a minute.

"But it would still be Tadashi, right?"

"Correct. It's still his soul. Just corrupted."

"Corrupted!?"

"It's just another word for becoming a demon. The only thing that may be different about him is he may become less moral. But only a little." The demon pinched its thumb and index finger together with only a bit of space in between them as if to show how little the difference will be. "You'd barely even notice. Most of the time they just become a little more selfish with what they want. Possessive. Carnal. That's all."

"Oh... I guess that's not so bad."

"Of course it's not. Now, why do you want him back so desperately? Be specific."

"Because he's my brother!" The demon's eyes narrowed at Hiro's raise in tone and lack of a proper answer. "I-I'm sorry. I mean because I love him more than anyone and he's always been there for me. He's the only reason I ever tried to be better and now that he's gone... I barely find the energy to get out of bed."

"Hm... I'm sensing a little more than familial love." Hiro felt heat rise to his face and the tips of his ears and opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but he was cut off. "And don't lie to me, boy. I'll know. And if you do I'll kill you and take your soul so you'll never see your precious brother again. You see I despise liars."

"I-I... Yes. You're right."

"Now, was that so hard? And how sweet." The demon grinned inhumanly wide and with how close they are Hiro could make out just how sharp each of its teeth, more like fangs, were. They could easily slice through flesh and, if he had to guess, maybe bone and metal. "How long have you known? I don't get out much, so do forgive my intrusiveness, but I am so curious."

"I th-think I may have always had a crush on him. As a kid, everyone said I had a brother complex because I didn't want Tadashi to go anywhere if I wasn't there and didn't want to let him hang out with anyone but me. I just thought that since he was my brother that meant he was mine. And for the most part, Tadashi just let it happen. Doing whatever I wanted and letting me get away with anything. Then a couple years ago love was explained to me for the first time and I realized that that's what I felt for Tadashi. But by then I also knew it wasn't acceptable to feel that way for your brother. So I didn't tell anyone... And then he went to college. He started spending less time with me and more with his projects and new friends. So I did what any kid my age not getting enough attention does and started something illegal to get his focus back on me."

"Wow, kid." The demon seemed almost astonished with just how honest Hiro was.

"Sorry. You're just the first person I've ever talked to about this." Hiro scratched the back of his neck again and looked down.

"... And you're the first human that's called me a person." The demon brushed its claws through Hiro's hair without thinking before quickly retracting its hand to its side.

"That's kinda sad."

The demon chuckled in response and had Hiro heard that sound in any other situation he probably would have pissed himself. Hiro laughed and the two sat in silence for another moment.

"So... Is this the part where you eat my soul or whatever?" Hiro looked up at the demon through his long bangs.

"No. I don't think I will. It pleased me to speak with you, child. I hope to do so again. So how about this instead. I give you your big brother, Tadashi, back, and should I ever need a favor you will help me without question or condition."

"Yes! I mean wait. What's the catch?"

"Catch?"

"Like what's the downside?"

"Hm. I suppose it would be that you will have to supply your brother with your energy as he will now be bound to you. But that's it." The demon leaned forward with its clawed right hand outstretched. "Do we have a deal?"

"Absolutely!" Hiro clasped both hands around the demon's and shook it harshly.

The demon's grin stretched up past its eyes and almost to its horns. "This might tickle a bit."

Before Hiro could even question what the demon meant he felt searing hot pain shooting through his body from where he was connected to the other. It was easily the worst physical pain Hiro had ever felt. And then it was like every memory Hiro ever had of Tadashi was playing through his mind.

Hiro's memories played until he saw the explosion from Tadashi's death and it was like the end of a camera real. He was able to see his room and the demon again.

"Ah. There you are. I've located his soul. Luckily, he's still in limbo awaiting assignment. That's easy enough to pull him from," Hiro heard the creature's voice inside his head. "Now for the tricky part. Let's create your demon form."

Hiro noticed out of the corner of his eye a dim light and glanced over to spot another circle slowly materializing in red fire-like light. This one was different from the one Hiro had drawn. It seemed more complex.

"Ah!" Hiro hissed in pain. It felt like someone was slicing into his wrist with a fine blade. He looked down and saw that the same symbol was being carved into his skin by seemingly nothing. Hiro reached to cover his right wrist as though to protect it but the demon in front of him grabbed Hiro's left wrist and held tight to his right hand.

"Don't." Then everything around them began to shake and the demon started to laugh at the events unfolding.

Hiro felt genuine terror at the moment as a few tears slid down his face. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the new circle finally finished materializing on both the floor and Hiro's wrist.

Hiro looked over in time to see a column of fire burst from the circle to the ceiling and for a moment Hiro was worried an inferno would break out. 'Am I going to die in a fire too?' But Hiro was surprised to find that when the blaze receded there were no marks.

Movement caught Hiro's eyes immediately. He looked down to the sight of a steaming, heavily breathing form. It had long horns protruding from its forehead, and short black hair in the same style Tadashi always had it. Hiro looked to meet its eyes to see if it really was Tadashi, but the creature seemed dazed. Hiro stepped close to get a better look and the demon let him go to do so.

"He'll be out of it for a minute or so while he gets accustomed to being alive again."

He seemed taller and broader, more muscular. The horns were red and flaked in black obsidian. The whites of his eyes were now red and the usual soft brown was now a striking golden yellow. They seemed sharper in a dangerous way. The lower half of his face was covered by what looked like the bottom half of a red Japanese Oni mask.

Looking lower, Hiro noticed his muscles were definitely more defined. Hiro wanted to reach out and feel them but was stopped by what looked like fire blazing beneath his skin. There were patches of red and black around his shoulders and his hands led down to black long claws that twitched every now and again.

Hiro's eyes moved back to his torso where he saw the red and black patches around his sides flowing down to his hips and- 'hoLY FUCK HE'S NAKED!'

Hiro whipped his head away and felt the heat return to his face making the demon by his side snicker as though it could hear his thoughts. But the damage was already done and Hiro just kept thinking, 'That is really big,' like a damn idiot. 'There's no way Tadashi was that big before, right?'

"Don't be shy. There's more to see." The demon he summoned purred out. Eventually, Hiro turned his head back to further inspect Tadashi's new form just avoiding that area, which was kinda difficult considering Tadashi's hips were almost Hiro's shoulder height.

A fluid motion caught Hiro's attention behind Tadashi and he saw that it was a long swishing red tail ending in black with a dull point. Hiro then saw that the nails on Tadashi's toes were now black and more claw-like as well.

"Well, what do you think? Some of my best work if I do say so myself." The demon remarked a bit smugly.

"He's-" Just as Hiro was about to share his thoughts Tadashi seemingly jolted to life and looked around in a disoriented manner. He made eye contact with the being that was closest to his eye level first.

"Wha-" Tadashi tried to get out but when he heard how different and muffled his voice was he freaked out and reached for his face. He instantly felt the hard lines of the Oni mask covering his mouth and began trying to pull it off.

"Calm down. It's just a battle mask. All demons have one. Relax and it will come off," The taller demon, that Tadashi somehow knew to be his maker, spoke as it began circling Tadashi to get a good look at its creation. "You can summon it at will. You'll figure it out."

Tadashi took a few calming breaths and the mask slipped off with ease. Tadashi let it fall and he followed the motion, but the mask dissipated before it hit the floor. Tadashi then looked over himself to take in his new features. He was a little freaked out, but, in a way, it felt... natural.

Tadashi then noticed the figure in front of him and looked up to see that it was Hiro. His Hiro. He's not sure why, but when he made direct eye contact he got this intense feeling as though he had found something he was missing.

The feeling was so strong that he felt tears welling up and soon spilling over. Hiro suddenly looked very concerned and it was like he could feel that concern himself.

"Don't be alarmed. A demon's tears are normally either red like blood or black like tar depending on the reason." The shadow-like demon brought the back of its claw up and swiped at Tadashi's cheek and pulled back to show Tadashi the reason for Hiro's alarm. What he saw was, in fact, a red, almost blood-like, liquid.

"I-Is this real?" Tadashi asked reaching out for Hiro to cup the side of Hiro's face gently with his new clawed hand. Hiro leaned into the contact and latched his hands onto Tadashi's wrist and forearm when the contact didn't burn him like Hiro thought it would.

"I was just about the ask the same thing." Hiro closed his eyes and nuzzled into Tadashi's palm. Tadashi felt a sense of peace wash over him and moved to fully embrace Hiro as the blissful sensations coursed through his being.

"Your emotions and intense thoughts will be connected to each other now. It's apart of the pact. Boy, you are now responsible for his well being. Keep in mind that he can only receive energy from you and so if you refuse or forget to feed him he will die. Though I doubt it will get to that point between the two of you. If there's ever a time you feel he needs discipline just apply pressure to the seal with thoughts of harm. The same can be said of the opposite. I'll be off now." The lanky demon slowly walked back to the summoning circle with a smirk.

The brothers were too busy embracing each other to worry about the retreating demon who left as quietly as it came.

"Hiro Hamada, what was all that noise and shaking!" Aunt Cass's voice called from the other side of the locked door.

[chibimyumi]

Analyses & Info Masterpost

Dear Everyone, I have at last made a masterpost of my analyses. I have a nasty feeling that I missed quite a lot of posts in this list, but this is the best I can do for now. This post shall be updated every once in a while.

Please click here for the masterpost of masterposts.

【Latest update: 30/05/2020】

Character Analyses

【New】Kuroshitsuji FAQ!

【New】Analyses of Sebastian and the Raven Icon

【New】Recommendations of deep character analyses content fanfic

【New】Follow up ⇈ Explanation of “seen everything but understands nothing”

【New】“Lizzie’s nonobligatory romantic feelings for O!Ciel?”

Favourite Character - Analysing Sebastian

Character analysis - Characterising Sebastian

Deep analysis Ciel and Sebas’ bond - Toxic master-servant relationship

Sebastian’s gender? Demon sociology

Strongest character vs Muscle brain? - Sebastian’s intellect and prowess

Sebastian’s full potential? Energy theory

Despicable Vincent Phantomhive

“Why is Vincent in the Akuma 6?”

Scientific proof of Vincent’s height - 160.8cm

Least favourite character - Maurice Cole

Sebas’ old habits and past as mass destruction weapon

Sebastian shooting himself in the foot - He can never lie

“I noticed that Sebas had grown soft towards O!Ciel, do you think he will stay to serve O!Ciel at the end?” - That Master, Starfish

“What do you think of Sascha?” - Sascha’s suicidal past

“How much has Snake grown since working for O!Ciel?”

“Is Snake one of the main three, and what is his true name?”

“Is Sascha AMAB?”

Manga Content Analyses

【New】【tw】“Were the twins raped?”

【New】Is O!Ciel’s contract eye sighted?

Undertaker’s data on Sebastian’s powers

Sebastian’s PTSD

“Can reapers teleport?”

“Do you think we will get UT’s and Grell’s backstories?”

O!Ciel’s emotions through the Blue Cult Arc

【tw】Was Beast raped by Sebastian? - Consent vs Informed consent

【tw】Were the twins raped?

Rin’s character development in the flashbacks & Me hating the anime a lot

Sebastian shooting himself in the foot - He can never lie 

“What do you think will happen to R!Ciel?”

“How do you think Sebastian managed to manipulate his Cinematic Record?” - Analysis of Story analysis device and Sebastian’s indifference

“For someone who can’t bear to lose another Phantomhive...” - Analysis Undertaker’s actions

“How much does Frances know about the supernatural?” - Kuro 151

“Why did the zombies not attack Sebas, and can Bizarre Dolls be made from any creature?”

Japanese Language Analyses

"How sad it would be should laughter disappear” - Undertaker

“You have a fair hand for it” - Undertaker’s condescension

Lost in Translation & That Actor, Influential II - Verbal trails

Undertaker’s first person pronoun - shousei

Frances’ and Undertaker’s language - Familiarity?

Tanaka’s line about “master Ciel...” - 2CT

Rin’s gender pronoun in Japanese? - Null-subject language

Meyrin’s broken Japanese (English)

Introduction of Frances Midford

Kuro 140′s Oopsie Rectified

“I wonder if I should be angry that so many humans survived” - Undertaker’s mistranslated line

“Isn’t time almost up for you guys?”/”Has the reaper’s era no come to an end?” - Undertaker’s mistranslated line

Musical Analyses

【New】Uchikawa Reo and Fukuzaki’s portrayal of O!Ciel

That Butler, Skin Crawling - Cinematic record

That Butler, Punchable  - Tone analysis

Lost in Translation & That Actor, Influential II - Verbal trails

【tw】That Demon, Seducer - Superiour skills in manipulating Beast

In the Shadows of the Spotlights - Kuromyu 2015

Comparative analyses of the two Kuromyu Snakes

“How does  a scythe kill a reaper?” - Using the destructive power of a plothole

“Favourite Ciel actor?” - Performance analysis

Official Info & Japanese Fandom

“Has O!Ciel’s name been revealed yet?”

“Is Sebaciel Canon” - Don’t worry, there is plenty proof it isn’t

“Is UT being the twins’ grandfather a popular theory in the JP fandom?”

“What does the Japanese fandom’s main theories and what do they think of the end?” (bottom of post)

“Are reapers popular in the Japanese fandom?”

“Charles is not popular” - Yes he is...

“Sebaciel in the Japanese fandom?”

“Yana’s opinion on the anime?”

The Anime...

Book of EVERYTHING! and Anticlimactic UT Revelation

Rin’s character development in the flashbacks & Me hating the anime a lot

“Would you support a faithful anime adaptation of the beginning of Kuro?”

“The anime doesn’t do the manga justice”

“Kuro II foreshadowing the manga with the Eiffel Tower?” - No

“Yana’s opinion on the anime?”

[darkmaga-returns]

https://stateofthenation.co/?p=258530

THERE’S AN “ARMY OF MIND-CONTROLLED SOLDIERS” NOW BEING TRIGGERED TO EXECUTE…..

Posted on October 24, 2024 by State of the Nation

OPERATION GUN CONTROL: False Flag Mass Shootings And Mass Casualty Events Explained By Insider-Whistleblower

Sen. Robert Byrd, Democrat Senator of West Virginia

Submitted by A Monarch Whistleblower State of the Nation

SOTN EDITOR’S NOTE: The following firsthand testimony was written by a victim of the CIA’s MK-Ultra Monarch mind control program.  It details his personal interactions with Sen. Robert C. Byrd—a Democrat who was the longest serving U.S. senator in American history— during a one-on-one meeting he had with him during the summer of 1993 outside of Nashville, TN.

Our readers know that SOTN has posted more articles on the countless Gladio-style false flag mass shootings than any other site on the Internet today.  As a matter of fact, we have posted so many exposés on these never-ending staged mass casualty events that some folks have questioned the whole confusing matter.  They really wonder how these MCEs are all carried out in a carefully coordinated effort by the U.S. Intelligence Community, U.S. Armed Forces, local law enforcement; and then fastidiously covered up by the CIA’s Mockingbird Media.

Our response is always the same:

OPERATION GLADIO and the very stealthy “Strategy of Tension” paving the way for the American Bolshevik Revolution.

In light of the fact that all of these Second Amendment-cancelling psyops and gun control black ops have been perpetrated against the American people since August of 1963, it ought to be easy to understand how those traitorous organs of the U.S. Federal Government have gotten away with it scot-free for over 60 years … … … until now!

TEXAS FLASHBACK: It all started with a bang in Austin in 1966 with the UT Tower Mass Shooting. They forgot to tell us that the highly proficient ex-Marine sniper was a CIA contractor……

Rather than add any more commentary, we present the brave whistleblower’s own words as hard evidence (see his “Monarch injury” photos in the link) for what is the most important covert US Intel Community operation of all—OPERATION GUN CONTROL.

*Whenever the author uses the word “He” below, the whistleblower is referring to Sen. Robert Byrd.

[cornerstorebitch]

I was a small kindergartener a few towns over when Columbine happened. It’s cool to be interested in it, I’m not the cops, but it’s just… a very different perspective lmao

yeah im sure it is the only really comparable thing for me is the ut tower shooting but that was so long ago nobody gives a shit lol