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Whatever Tickles Your Fancy || Vanya RP Starter

The first thing you must know about being extraordinary is that in actuality, ordinary comes first. The natural human response does not change with supernatural factors; though many may believe the contrary. You see, my father never understood that I was a child first, and a god second. I had the impulses of a child. With the capacity of an immortal. But, all humans remain true to their abilities with one trait; adaptation.

We learn what it takes to survive, to thrive by whatever means we set for our current desire or ambition. For me, I simply wanted to be a part of a family that wanted no part of me.

Eventually, I learned. My role was in the background. I was the white noise in the halls; I was a ghost, a memory of what could have been, but simply wasn’t.

I supported Luther in the shadows, always handing him protein shakes as he waltzed out the door for missions, slipping books into his room when he wasn’t looking. Things about heroes from the past, Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Babylonian, you name it. I believed that he could be brave, and I wanted him to believe it too.

I gave Diego his space, as he was more to be left alone. But in silent ways. I once gifted him with a set of knives on our collective 11th birthdays. They had engravings on them representing each of us. He used them all, except the one meant to represent me. Mostly, I would prompt my other siblings to rely on him. To reach out to him, in the ways I couldn’t.

I comforted Allison. Often. She was more receptive than the boys. Never did we talk about me or my distress. But for hours, I would let her cry about everything and anything. And I just held her, and told her it would be okay. I gave her advice. But eventually, she stopped asking. She stopped crying to me. And she, I assumed, was strong enough to cry alone.

I spent hours talking to Klaus. Playing music for him when he couldn’t sleep or calm down. We talked through panic attacks; once, we built a treehouse. We would meet there sometimes. He would leave a note on the mantel of the fireplace. And most of the time I didn’t have to read it to know what was wrong, but I always did. And I saved every single one.

I made my brother Five sandwiches at night, knowing he was always wandering around with his heavy burdens. Marshmallow and peanut butter. Fluffernutter. We often would talk in passing, and once, for a whole night, we played Yahtzee and discussed theories of the universe. We lived with an understanding that we were allies. And should distaster ever strike, we would be in sync. And how ironic that turned out to be.

Ben. I cared for him the most. He was in a way, the youngest of us all. He was small, and innocent. He had this beautiful smile, but it was hidden from sight by the sadness that veiled him. He loved our mother, but he seemed to look at me as a second caretaker. If he had nightmares, he called out for me. And I would come and read him stories until he fell back to sleep. When he died, I felt as though a part of me was sucked out of my chest through a vacuum cleaner. It was a physical depression. That never really went away, but it eased.

My siblings never really seemed to respond to me in a consistent way. I was there when they needed me, but when push came to shove, I was an outsider. To live life with one foot in and one foot out is no life at all.

A reflection of moments lost. Chances missed. Roads not traveled. Opportunities not taken.

You get the point.

All of that had changed. I had adapted.

I was done being written off. And now, I had the one thing that was required to be something in my family: powers.

In the light of the day, I stood in the concert hall. I overlooked a banquet of over a thousand visitors, my siblings included. As first chair, I had organized a concert to display a story unlike anyone had ever seen.

I signaled the conductor, and began to play. I honed in on the sound of my heartbeat and let the feeling flow. I looked over the faces of each of my brothers and last of my sister.

I projected into their eyes the visions of my memories with them, a sight only they could see. Each had a different response, Luther on edge, Diego shocked, Allison in a daze, Klaus full of wonderment, Five carried a look of concern.

The music seemed to hold them still in their seats, but the rest of the audience was unaffected. When it lifted, they all had the same reaction. They looked at me with pure regret.

I finished playing, and then left the stage. But not before a particular flash of light in the audience caught my eye. I took a second look to investigate, but whatever the cause was gone.

Somehow, I was left with a feeling that I had another guest, one I did not intend to invite. But for better or for worse, the creeping feeling remained.

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someone: so what do you think is the solution to homelessness?

me, socialist:

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Power Suit

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☂️  the umbrella academy:

character-defining quotes - 4/?? 00.07 | vanya: “i have been left out of everything for as long as i can remember.”

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I understand how upset you are. But I can assure you that none of your siblings bare any responsibility for what happened to you as a child.

Did you know?

Your father discovered that you were capable of great things, much like your brothers and sister. But your powers were too great. He only wanted to protect you from yourself, as well as your siblings.

Did you know?

Yes, Miss Vanya. I knew.

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The Umbrella Academy + Screenshots of Despair

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Help!!!! Any gif dumps out there of Umbrella Academy?

Mostly looking for all of season 1 with Vanya or Number Five, possibly Klaus. But really all siblings are needed for RP purposes.

Both dialog gifs and short looped actions would be appreciated.

Are there any organized lists of resources y’all may be hoarding?

Please and thank you, Vanya/Five/Hannah

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Five: You should have a lock on your window.

Vanya: *deadpans* I live on the second floor.

Five: Rapists can climb.

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If the Earth is flat, then explain how my life has been going consistently downhill.”

- Vanya

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No one:

The Handler:

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You okay?

Yeah. It’s just…long night.

More than one from the looks of it.

Yup.

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Me @ the screen writers home’s begging them to make s2 good

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Underrated scene 

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i really like the idea that klaus and vanya both have problems sleeping. the others do too but vanya gets up and wanders around at night, making sandwiches for five. and klaus stayed in his room at first but the voices got too loud so he’d follow vanya’s humming into the kitchen and just sit with her. maybe she’s been writing her own music on the violin since she started to learn it and she used to hum little pieces for klaus in the middle of the night until he finally fell asleep, probably laying on the kitchen table. vanya would go back to bed and grace would take klaus back to his room and tuck him in so that he wouldn’t get in trouble for being out of bed after hours. klaus would doodle vanya weird little spooky sketches and slide them under vanya’s door to thank her for helping him sleep.

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The worst part

All the other Hargreeves siblings: But why should we do that?

Luther: Because I’M ONE and I SAID SO

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vanya, unable to sleep: klaus, what time is it?

klaus, inevitably awake: i don’t know, hand me that recorder

*klaus plays recorder*

five: who the fUCK IS PLAYING THE RECORDER AT 2AM?!?!?!?!

klaus: it’s 2am