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yashanydoren

#{ put a knife in it musings }

andermuunoz

It’s just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house. Just like he deserved.

requested by @kristsune

#{ put a knife in it musings }

caryled

#{ put a knife in it musings }

jessiemieli

endless list of my favorite characters :: Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

“Saving lives, baby.”

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caryled

“You’re the one who’s always like, “Klaus, you need to get sober, bro." “

“There’s better ways to get clean, bro.”

#{ put a knife in it musings }

supergayheros

You know, every time I close my eyes, I see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face.

It’s terrifying!

#{ put a knife in it musings }#{ of idiot brother klaus }

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DIEGO; @dxhargreeves cont

new york was large and crime was ever constant, freya wasn’t surprised that there were others like her. she had met a few over the years though she usually quickly made an escape. her eyes roamed from the guy on the ground to the new figure. freya’s back straightened her hand clenching around her baton.

“hey i’m just trying to help,” she took a step forwards towards the guy, stepping over the body on the ground. she wanted to turn around, take the perp to a police station maybe. but she was still running on adrenaline, her hands twitchy for a proper fight.

she pointed her baton at him a smirk twitsting at the corners of her lips. “but if you want to fight lets do it.”

dxhargreeves

Diego was hoping he didn’t have to get into a fight tonight-- at least not with someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. He hoped that his intimidating stance and pointing a knife at her would have been enough for her to start heading in the opposite direction while he helped up the man on the ground-- the poor innocent fella who took a beating of a lifetime.

“Help him into the grave?” He scoffed, his finger running over the blade as it remained pointed at the other masked individual. “I don’t think so,” he added, eyes skimming the surrounding to see if there was anything he could use against a baton.

Distance was his friend against her while she wielded her weapon. He knew he needed to get that out of her hands and it would be a fair close combat fight. With the simple flick of the wrist, Diego threw a knife in her direction aiming for the arm that held the weapon.

#convos #{ of new vigilante friend - freya }

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DIEGO

diego and he hadn’t always seen eye to eye; like wild animals trapped in a cage. luther had hoped that maybe once they had jumped back in time they could work on their differences and become brothers again. but over the last fifteen or so years that had proved impossible. they where back where they started, fighting and pointing fingers, shouting words at each other.

luther might have taken diego’s words lying down but the comment about him fucking a monkey made him freeze. a sudden feeling washed over him, both shame and anger. it made his skin prickle and a lump form at the back of his throat. scowling, luther pressed forward jabbing a finger at diego’s chest using just a little too much force.

“first of all i wasn’t in the tropics but you wouldn’t know that because none of you would have even noticed i was gone. tell me did pogo let you know where i was or where you too busy to care?” luther hated the idea that he had been gone long enough for all of those things to happen but they did.

”and secondly you know i would have come back sooner if i had been told,” he had least hoped that his siblings still had some faith in him. “is - is everyone alive though, i mean ben and klaus and allison, vanya? what about mom?” he hadn’t seen them yet and suddenly luther was worried about what other bombshell diego might drop on him. “i didn’t mean to be gone for so long,” it was whispered more to himself than diego, a little bit of shame curling inside him.

dxhargreeves

Diego was taken back by his brother practically shoving him with one finger and too much strength. He stumbled back and quickly regained his footing, inhaling sharply as he eyed Luther. It was evident he was pushing the right buttons if he was able to get the gentle giant to push back against his accusations.

“No shit, Sherlock. I’ve been way too busy trying to organize this madhouse-- this dysfunctional circus against the apocalypse-- together that I couldn’t give a single fuck as to where you were screwing around when you were supposed to be here.” At this point, Diego was the one pressing his gloved finger into Luther’s chest. “Here. You weren’t on the moon. Not this time. You were here until your presence actually mattered.” Diego huffed. “You disappeared right before all this shit happened and come back when there’s nothing left. No Reginald. No home. We almost lost Mom.” His voice cracked before he turned away.

Diego was stressed and maybe it was wrong of him to take it out on Luther, but it was easier to pin the blame on someone than accept all the defeat-- accept the failure. Accept the fact that he failed to protect the city. “The Hargreeves Family is still breathing but I can’t speak for the hundreds if not thousands of other families that aren’t so lucky. All because you decided to go on a vacation at the worst fucking time.”

#convos #{ of ape hands brother - luther }

biancadinapoli:

The way he spoke made her hesitate, teeth digging into her lower lip when a new thought came to mind. “I can do that,” She mumbled. “Bird’s eye view.” She always did well in the sky as it was so putting her powers to use didn’t sound so bad. “Anything specific?” Bianca asked and raised a brow. “Do we know what – who the person looks like that started all this?”

“Just make sure you don’t get caught in a plane engine while you’re up there,” he said half-jokingly. Diego sighed, unable to answer her question with the lack of information even he had. “No we don’t,” he spoke a tinge of defeat in his tone at the confession. They had nothing on the Toymaker. They didn’t know what he looked like or who he was-- they only knew what his voice sounded like and even his memory on that was already beginning to be foggy. “I-- We may not be able to catch the Toymaker but we can prevent any more attacks on the city from happening.”

#convos #{ of bird transformation - bianca }

whiteviollin

diego bouncing his leg 😊

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caryled

Diego silently judging Klaus appreciation post

#{ put a knife in it musings }#{ of idiot brother klaus }

andermuunoz

♪ Sinnerman where you gonna run to? ♪

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#{ put a knife in it musings }#{ of rumoring sister allison }

BEN HARGREEVES·:

“We’ve more than enough blood on our hands,” Ben shook his head and gave a bitter chuckle. “It might be taken as a sign that we want more destruction done under our name.” His expression faltered after that. Ben sighed then chewed at his lower lip. “No, but we should have – I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right that we went through all of the trouble in finding them and ended up with the city displacing just about everyone.”

“It’s not like any of this will matter if we don’t stop the apocalypse. So yeah, what’s a few more bodies compared to the rest of the fucking world.” Diego shrugged at his harsh philosophy of ‘for the greater good’ bullshit. “I would rather the city hate the Hargreeves family than there be no city at all,“ he said with a forced grin on his face. He had tried so hard in both timelines to prove that he could still protect the city without backup and the supervision of his father. He was clearly mistaken. “They’re adults, Ben. We all are. And we don’t need to hold their hands to ensure we don’t lose them. They’ll make their way back to the Academy if they’re fine. We’ll get a headcount from there and if we’re missing someone--” He shrugged. “-- let’s hope they’re not dead and just decided to back out.”

#convos #{ of tentacle porn brother - ben }

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DIEGO; @dxhargreeves cont.

to see his brother again was a little jarring for luther but he was glad at least that it was a familiar face. he stood awkwardly in the doorway, bag grasped firmly in his hands. when he had left months ago things had been normal. reginald had been unhappy with his leaving but he couldn’t exactly stop him when a simple flick from luther would have sent him across the room. luther had escaped in the night like a shadow.

his brow creased in annoyance at the nickname, he had hoped in vain over the years that his previous physique could be forgotten but there where still times when it was used against him. he was never brave enough to voice his discomfort, instead, he bit the inside of his cheek turning his head away from diego briefly.

luther’s head snapped up when he heard that reginald had died. the bag in his hand dropped to the ground with a loud thump. there was a sudden fear inside his chest, was this a repeat of the first time. “what do you mean dad’s dead?” his heart was beating frantically inside his chest a mile a minute. “pogo only said that i was needed back -” he fumbled with the old phone in his pocket like he had to prove himself suddenly.

“i - i had no reception, i didn’t get the message until the other day.” suddenly he felt terrible, selfish for wanting just a couple months to himself. he looked up at diego, “what’s going on diego, when i left everything was fine.”

dxhargreeves

There was a part of Diego that wanted to feel guilty for dropping a bombshell on Luther the way that he did. A part of him that wanted to feel guilty for using a harsh and berating tone on the sibling who just got a taste of life outside of the ‘Umbrella Academy’. But it was hard to feel guilty for the man when he already felt a tremendous amount of guilt by the families in New York that lost someone because he wasn’t good enough-- because he wasn’t able to stop the terrorists.

He looked up at his towering brother, a raging fire burning in his eyes as he tried to look him dead in the eyes, which was difficult given the height difference. The cellular reception was his excuse. The idea that no one could get a hold of Luther until the city was practically burning down angered Diego. He wanted to hurt Luther-- kick, punch, cut him so that he could maybe feel a fraction of the pain that he and the rest of the Umbrella Academy have been feeling in the rough past month or so. But he held back.

“Pogo left out a shit ton of fucking details.” Diego scoffed, clenching his fists as he controlled his temper. “While you were on your fucking vacation, our monocle-wearing asshat of a father kicked the bucket again. His sadistic way of getting us all back together. Well, most of us.” He glared at his brother before shifting his eyes elsewhere.

“Five found all of our bodies in the future. Not just seven. All forty-three of us dead.” Chills ran down his spine at the thought of death fastly approaching, shifting uncomfortably until he decided to lean against a wall while he spoke. “So say hello to all the other siblings who have come to help while you were fucking a monkey in the tropics,” he said bitterly.

“Then there was a disease going around-- similar to rabies but way deadlier. Not long after that, we have someone running around the city planting bombs and calling themselves the ‘Toymaker’. The same person blames us for what we did as kids for losing his family and blows up the mansion before disappearing and now,” he sighs. “Here we are. The new Umbrella Academy.”

#convos #{ of ape hands brother - luther }