Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
05 Sep 2020
There's an echo inside her head that never seems to stop, a beat that rolls on and on into a melody that feels like creation itself. She wonders if this is what life feels like.
(She hopes so. It's a beautiful feeling, and with the presence of her siblings around her, she feels like she wants to hold onto it forever.)
When the Handler comes into the shed and gives her last speech to Five (and Lila), Vanya isn't dead. Not really, not yet.
(Her body hadn't been in the apocalypse, either.)
Instead, she's tired of all that has happened, and she makes a choice.
Some things change, some things don't. In the end, all that is left are six siblings in a circle, a choice, and the hope for a new beginning.
28 Jul 2020
When one outshines the brightest star, the spectator can't do anything but withstand its glare.
Tobirama has loved Madara for a thousand years, and feels like there has never been a time he hasn't done so.
But the monsters under the bed are so very dangerous, and the shadows have never flickered so sinisterly before.
When there is one last choice to be made, does one go for salvation, or destruction?
(Answer: neither) Tobirama has never been good at conforming to the norms, and there is always another way. -or is there?-
A modern era Coraline au
For those who don't really want to go into the dark part, I am, despite what anija says, capable of fluff, and you are safe until the part it says 5th of September
Read at your own risk
"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been." -Kurt Vonnegut
Hashirama never considered what happened without him. Now, though, he wishes he never found out the truth. Because now he thinks 'what might have been' ...only, it was far too late to ever be.
"What if I feel this way for the rest of my life?"- RKG
Tobirama couldn't help but feel the press of panic against his rib cage like a bird about to take flight, couldn't help the way his mind felt so far away and disconnected. He just wanted the feeling of "wrong" he always felt, gone. (What if it never did?)
Some say healing is but a matter of time. Sometimes, however, time becomes lacking, for some wounds have festered for far too long and go far too deep. In a world where all the wrong roads have been taken, how many rights would it take to reach a better one?