twicecut
super bitter.
highly selective, low activity roleplay & ask blog for DIEGO HARGREEVES from netflix's THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY. [ loved by SPARK ]
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i think one of my many favorite things about diego is that he acts all macho but has the softest gooiest centers, and it comes out immediately when he sees his mom.
#he tries to be (and is often!) so tough but he's a big old mama's boy#my type of male character is often ''adores his mama'' skglsg#out of knives [ooc];
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i think you have [INCREDIBLY LONG PAUSE] severe psychological issues
#diego @ most of his siblings + lila but like#this is also patch @ diego sghsgjks#saving lives baby [diegoisms];
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☂ i went into the ICE
& never acorned.
indie five of umbrella academy ( 21 + )
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hargreeves siblings questionable advice [11/?]
#i am. a little bit in the camp of 'he would not say that'#but. i think he would think that. maybe.#sdfjksd#i just can't get too behind s2 diego being so mean/dismissive of klaus dealing with his own crap#when s1 diego exists#that said. i do think he'd trust ben more to take care of things#so maybe it is ic#it just makes me squint LOL#[self placeholder];#[klaus hargreeves placeholder];#[ben hargreeves placeholder];
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a niche character trope i like is the person who is nice, a good person and acts well adjusted, then they do something where it’s like. oh you’re secretly a little bit insane actually
#can i just#[allison hargreeves placeholder];#with THE most love actually. love her and her extremely unhealthy relationship with her inherently unhealthy power.
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ik i owe a lot of things but smack the ♥ for a small, one-night stand ask or something in your inbox from diego
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Anyway my point is I love Diego getting to save people. He loves saving people.
Dude doesn't mind having his ego stroked, sure, but he's not doing it for the recognition or praise. He just loves protecting.
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Give me more TUA rpg blogs to follow, that are active or semi-active. Instead of being sad about the deadness of mu dash, I'm being proactive.
Reblog or reply, whichever you prefer <3
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Somehow ended up on the "best gymnastic spotter saves" side of YT shorts and the way?? some spotters will notice gosh knows what miniscule mistake and intercept not just by catching the gymnast but flipping with them to slow and correct their fall is insanely cool to me fjdjdjd
I do not know if Diego is that skilled in acrobatics or gymnastics but I enjoy thinking about him in other jobs besides vigilantism, and I think he would be a fantastic professional gymnastics coach and spotter.
Would he hate it? Maybe. I don't think that he's really that interested in teaching people. But he'd be so cool.
#the way!!! they also know exactly when to jump in and how to catch them to cradle their head/neck while flipping with them#crazy timing and coordination#i'm so impressed#out of knives [ooc];
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Diego only just has the time to shoot Five an annoyed look before he's forced to change cover, barely missing a fresh hail of bullets. He's getting really sick of these guys.
"Remind me why I missed you again, smartass?" he grouses, sending a knife arching around the corner straight into the dumb-hatted Commission agent. The agent dodges last second and the blade misses its mark, piercing through and knocking his hat off of his head. To Diego's surprise, it isn't a total wash; the guy turns to look and Diego springs into action. Happy accidents.
"Distracted him for you!" he shouts. Because of course he isn't going to totally follow orders, least of all from Number Five. To his credit, he at least has the courtesy to take off for the third guy as asked.
Dumb Hat doesn't stay distracted for long. He about faces once more just as Five reaches him, releases a spray of bullets into the air, and grabs for something at his hip—it isn't like he doesn't know who he and the rest of the Commission are dealing with. The new weapon in his free hand crackles to life with electricity. It's a Commission grade taser, which is a polite way of saying it might as well be a military grade cattle prod designed by a bunch of serial killers. The idea isn't to kill Five, but they sure as hell don't want him getting up any time soon.
The taser pops as Dumb Hat swings it toward Five, shooting a web of electricity into his path—
@twicecut said: "Shit. Five! Look alive!" Diego ducked as a bullet burrowed into the brick behind him. "We got company at two o'clock!"
"Brilliant deduction, Batman!" Five snipes back at him — they've had "company" for the past thirty minutes, actually, and he had opted to coolly ignore them, figuring they were just your average, run-of-the-mill Commission drones who wouldn't want to open fire and attract unnecessary attention in the middle of a crowded street when they could easily corner him alone somewhere — but he automatically shifts into a fighting stance, fists clenched and powers crackling like an electric current under his skin, as he sizes up the shooters.
There are three of them, actually, instead of the usual two-man teams the Commission usually favors, but he can tell just from the look of them that they don't know what the hell they're doing with those guns. He could take the whole trio with his hands tied behind his back, but — in the name of fairness, and also, because he knows Diego would throw a fit if he tried — he generously decides to give his brother one of them.
"I'll take the guy in the dumb hat," he says, mostly because the aforementioned guy in the aforementioned dumb hat looks like he'll actually put up a half-decent fight. "And the guy with the semi-automatic. Handle the other one for me, would you? Thanks."
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Klaus gets a hypocritical sideways glance of disdain for drinking straight from the carton, but Diego chooses not to mention it. Klaus could drink all the goddamn milk he wanted if it somehow made this stupid book poof out of existence, and he's about to say something else about it, the book, when Klaus keeps going and... going, straight into the thing none of them ever seem to talk about.
Diego winces and some of the rage cools from his shoulders.
Dad had never let them grieve properly. Barely let them have a funeral before jumping right back into same-old-same-old like it never happened. Like they hadn't just fucking lost one of their own.
"Yeah," he agrees. The edge has softened, but it's still there, a little tight, like the fist flexing at his side. "Yeah, I know."
All four of them had been there when Ben died, technically, but none of them had seen it. None except Klaus who Dad had always tried to ensure stayed nearest Ben at all times. Something about his ties with Death being soothing to the Horrors. It was supposed to help if things got dicey, if Ben lost control.
Loads of good that did.
Diego turns to Klaus, mouth tight. It'd make sense if they blamed Four. He'd been the closest at the time after all. But it wasn't Four who'd been calling the shots. That was good old Number One, and it was his shitty leadership decisions that put Ben out there, too far away for them to reach, without proper backup, without even a chance at the support he needed. Klaus could've died, too, if they'd been a little unluckier.
It was then that Diego really understood who they were. All the interviews, the magazines, the parades, and the grandstanding about how they were the "heroes the world needed" was meaningless fluff to hide the fact that they were all fucking fragile. They knew how to handle broken bones, stitch up their own wounds, withstand torture, and use their powers to take down whole rooms of bad guys, but they were just kids. Every mission could be their last. First Five, then Ben... who next?
But Vanya hadn't thought to include those details either. Who cared if she had a chapter mourning Ben when she spent half the book whining about not being included in the very thing that got him killed?
"She should've kept quiet about Ben. That was nobody's business then, and it's nobody's business now. The press was bad enough."
Despite himself, Diego squeezes Klaus' shoulder.
"...Come on. Stop hogging all of my milk," he says. "I am not gonna listen to you bitch when you get a stomachache later." He reaches around Klaus to pluck the carton from his hands and put it back in the refrigerator. "I'll heat up some leftovers."
It's muscle memory by now, the way Klaus trots down the stairs, kicks off his shoes and shrugs his coat over in the corner that he'd claimed for himself back when Diego had first moved into this place. He knows, technically, that this isn't his home. He doesn't pay rent, he doesn't have a bed, he can't even remember the street address, if he's being honest. But there's a relief that washes over him each time he steps foot in the door and knows he can rest just for a little while.
And there is comfort, too, in his brother's rage. It's become one of the only constants in his life, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer it this way. The gruff, manly apathy may work for Batman, but Diego Hargreeves does much better when he's fueled by his resentment.
And to be fair, Klaus holds the same sentiments. Hell, the only bigger slap in the face than airing a novel about his childhood trauma and descent into addiction was to put the damn book out and make him read it from inside the fucking rehab clinic. What a dick move! His back still hurts from sitting hunched over in that terrible plastic clinic chair, eyes straining under the harsh florescent lights as
"Yeah, maybe it was for attention," Klaus shrugs as he heads straight for the fridge to take a little look-see-loo. "But I think she mostly wanted to take Dad down. We were just collateral damage. Like, she doesn't even have an ending to the damn story because she doesn't know what the fuck we're doing! I could've died before this shit was printed and she never would'a known."
He plucks the carton of milk from the fridge and takes a swig straight out as he watches his brother chuck his knife, landing a blow right next to their sister's face.
"She didn't even get it right. I— she wasn't even there, on the mission when Ben... when Ben..." There's a tightness in his throat all of a sudden and he tries to swallow it down, but it won't go away.
"She didn't get it right. I was there."
#ifff this is a little too godmoddy lmk and i'll rewrite it#i thought we had talked about the relationship between klaus + my ben + the horrors a long time ago so that's what i'm drawing from but....#it is... also highly possibly i am just misremembering kdsdk#theseancekid
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"What? You think--?" Diego cut off with a disbelieving laugh that only just covered his offense. "You think I knew those guys would jump you? I don't even know who they are!" He didn't, and just to confirm it to both of them, he glanced again at the one nearest them. When you took down as many petty thugs as he did and had a history of making enemies out of scum across the world since childhood... Honestly, it was a miracle that the entire Academy didn't have guys like those nipping at their heels every night.
...And that wasn't normal for most people, was it?
He could almost hear Eudora scolding him for it, reminding him just how deep in his dad's bullshit he still was. The stuff him and his family rolled of their shoulders like it was another Tuesday was traumatizing for the rest of the world. She might add "and it's traumatizing for you, too, Diego", but he cut her voice from his head before she could start. He didn't need that right now. He was fine. This sort of thing? Busting heads, saving lives? He did that because he wanted to, not because he couldn't get out of his shitty father's shadow. Eudora got him, but she didn't get it.
Anyway.
She was right about one thing, and that was that stuff like this was hard. TK was hurt, and the last thing he needed was to freak out.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? Really," Diego tried again. "If I'd known this would happen, I swear that I would've told you to wait at the taco truck. There's no serial killers in my home, I promise." A corner of his mouth twitched upward in a wry smirk. "I kicked those out, like, two days ago."
Come in- "Come inside?"
What was he even annoyed about?
It was adrenaline, he thought. He was shaky with it, angry with nowhere to put it, and Diego was trying to be nice but Diego also had despatched three grown men like this was a Tuesday for him and TK was just a normal person living a normal life who hadn't asked to be involved in any of Diego's shitty-
That wasn't true. They were friends. TK had asked explicitly.
"I don't--" he deflated (frustrated, unable to find the words for it), breath wavering enough he became conscious that he was, in fact, physically trembling. Aftershocks of adrenaline. And his dad was dead. God, Diego's father had died today. That's why TK was here. That's why these guys were, probably, too.
Diego really thought he was some knight in leather armour right now.
"Three men just dragged me from a car and tried to beat me to death 'cause they thought I was you, Diego." WHAT THE FUCK. "Why would I come inside. You have any other -- serial killers with a grudge you've pissed off today that you'd like to mention?"
#poor tk sgkshdjgk#i don't know why he would but i'm just imagining ''tk is there'' aus where he's at the mansion during the funeral for. support. i dunno.#and he gets to meet all of diego's family and see five pop out of a rift in time and space sghgjsd h-- LOL how quickly would he peace out?#parameddic
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anyone else's dashboard occasionally not in chronological order? it's not because i'm on the "for you" tab, i'm def on "following", but sometimes i still get posts from days ago mixed in with recent posts.
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Give me more TUA rpg blogs to follow, that are active or semi-active. Instead of being sad about the deadness of mu dash, I'm being proactive.
Reblog or reply, whichever you prefer <3
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sorry for making u horny, it was on purpose.
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WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE TO DO WITH IT ?
//> SUBMIT? //> RESIST.
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