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NEW SPARK LORE (it’s spill the beans anon from may. idk why i was on anon lmao)

especially appreciated after s4 😭😭😭 it was so diabolically bad

i hope college is going well for you <33 it’s great that you’re working on pursuing your passion!!

anyway i’m hype and i WILL be rereading !!!!!!

Hello spill beans anon! Sorry I was so lazy on your ask 😭 I fr didn't realize how much stuff i had until I went digging. I appreciate your support! People like you helped me in the darkest of times.

ellagracehargreeves

Hey! I just finished rereading The Spark again and I was wondering if you had anything else written for it? I understand you’ve stopped writing (which is totally fine!!!) but I know sometimes I have little bits written ahead of time or whatever and I’d love to see even a little more. But it’s cool if not too :,) I’d just kill to read about Ellie meeting Five

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Tbh I kept telling myself if I didn't spoil it entirely on here that there was a chance I'd come back to it, but its been 5 years. Last time I wrote, I was 18. Now I'm 23, in college and on my way to pursuing my passion. I think it might be time to let it go. (Especially since the show kinda fell off after season 2 in my opinion, like, what was season 4???? I didn't even finish it I got so mad) so for you, dearest reader, I went digging.

From a document titled "UA plot attempt?"

You will see my struggles against my adhd to try and plot something before I just word vomit onto a damn Google doc

From the Document "ROUGH UA Episode one"

I ended up just spewing onto this document for all the episodes. Let me know if yall want the rough drafts for the other episodes that I basically blacked out once I finished it. It had some ideas I didn't use.

Tumblr won't let me add any more screenshots so there will be a part 2

ellagracehargreeves

Part 2 💃🕺💃🕺

From the document "UA fic memos from s10" (I switched phones and used the notes app a lot)

Ayo wtf why can't I spam screenshots this is sick and twisted

Part 3 I suppose

ellagracehargreeves

Part 3

"UA Chapter 10"

I'm gonna paste it bc i wrote more than I thought. Here's the notes I made:

Ok here goes

It's a week after Ella was born, and Cara, this kind yet confounding woman, has turned up every single day since. All of this woman’s free time has been poured into Vanya and Ella, making sure they’re safe, well cared for, and prepared for the life ahead of them. It’s the strangest phenomenon that Vanya has ever experienced, but she doesn’t voice that thought. She can’t bring herself to seem ungrateful and risk Cara leaving her alone. The very idea of raising her daughter by herself causes her insides to seize up with panic.

But it’s been a week. A full week, and Cara’s still here helping her. Vanya has been through every train of thought that makes sense, but she still can’t figure out Cara’s motive for staying. Which leaves one option: She has to ask.

“I don't get it.” She blurts out into the quiet of her living room before she can lose her nerve. It feels like poking a bear that she has a tentative alliance with.

Cara looks up from the book she's reading, completely un-bearlike, so maybe Vanya is building this up in her head, “Get what?”

“I don't get why you're still here.” Vanya replies with a bit more confidence,“You’ve helped me enough. Most people would leave by now. Why do you keep coming back.”

Cara marks the page and puts the book down to give the conversation her full attention. She turns towards where Vanya is holding a snoozing baby Ella in her arms.

“Why shouldn't I?” Cara asks as if it was a stupid question.

“Because,” Vanya hesitates, thinking hard on how to combat that verbal curveball before finally settling on, "Because most people would."

Cara raises an eyebrow that seems to be a dark blond despite her gray hair.

"I would like to think that I'm not most people."

"Well, yeah, but still I don't get it. Why are you still here?" Vanya asks again, her words becoming stronger as Cara evades the question.

"Do you not want me to be?" Cara asks, looking a bit confused with a bit of precursor to hurt in her eyes.

"No," Vanya interrupts sharply. She doesn't want to lose this person, the only person that is kind to her, her lifeline when it comes to parenting advice, but she wants to understand.

"I just don't get why you're not gone. Why haven't you left?"

And again Cara says "Why not?"

Vanya feels a bit of frustration in her chest. Cara doesn't seem to get why she's asking. It's like the thought of leaving has never crossed her mind, which is the most foreign ideal Vanya has ever come across. People try to help her for a while, and those times are great, but they always end. People always leave and give up on her. That’s now her world works.

"You must have your own life to get back to." Vanya reasons, "Why are you wasting so much time on me?"

"I don't consider it a waste," Cara says. "In fact, I consider it very important. I consider you very important."

"But why?" Vanya stresses, not being not able to comprehend being important to someone, to be put first in their life.

A little frustration leaks out of her, a little desperation to know the answer, so that she can keep doing whatever it is that's keeping Cara here. She doesn't want to make a mistake and lose her forever. But she also can’t keep walking on eggshells. She needs to know why Cara’s here, or at least how long it’s going to be before she leaves. It’ll hurt less if Vanya knows it’s coming.

Cara sighs deeply and thinks for a moment, staring down at Ella is sleeping soundly throughout the conversation. She looks back up at Vanya’s puzzled eyes

"I suppose in a way I'm being a bit selfish." She says, as if that explains anything. If Cara’s goal in life is to be mysterious, she has succeeded.

"The more I talk to you the more confused I get." Vanya says without thinking.

She gets ready to backtrack in case she offended her, but Cara just laughs

"Yeah, but that's all right," Cara chuckles, "I don't know if I understand it either, but I don't want to leave."

Cara pauses, averting eye contact with Vanya to look at slumbering Ella, then continues,

"I need to stay. I need to make sure you're going to be alright. And even if you are, I'd like to stay," Cara pauses again, looking up at Vanya almost shyly.

"If that's alright with you." she finishes suddenly looking apprehensive of what Vanya will say.

"Yeah, that's totally fine with me." Vanya rushes to reassure her, "I still don't get why though."

Cara smiles softly.

"Well, I guess we'll figure it out together."

Vanya remembers this now

Any moment now, little baby Ella will start hiccuping. Distracting the women from the conversation because that was simply something too cute to ignore.

She looks down in anticipation.

But her baby is not there.

She feels cold dread drip down her body like a slimy, runny egg from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes.

"What?" she asks, "Where- where is she?"

"You've lost her." Cara says coldly, her expression blank, "Because of course you have."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"No, I keep her safe. I always keep her safe. Where is she? Where is my daughter?"

"Искра горит. В кратком аду это исчезнет." Cara recites soullessly, as if the cruel, harsh words being spit from her lips are not her own.

But Vanya doesn't notice, because she can't notice because where is Ella if not safe in her arms?

"She's not gone. She's not gone." Vanya repeats frantically, growing more and more frenzied with each word, "Where is she? Give me my baby back! Where is my baby?"

Vanya stands and spins on the spot.

But suddenly her apartment is not there, and all there is quiet.

And the…

Spiked gray walls…

No, she doesn't remember this.

(She does)

NO. SHE DOESN'T.

(She does, she does, she dOES)

You think you're just ordinary.

She forgets that she knows this place. She forgets everything except the fact that her baby is not here.

Window in the void.

She dives for it.

(It's too quiet. It's too quiet. She needs noise. She needs her Ella.)

She can see a bright green light throughout through the window. It hurts her eyes to look at, like a small green sun. The shape of the figure is burned into her retinas, the only thing that doesn’t burn to look at are the sparks of green flame flying from the shape, bouncing off the walls and falling to the ground with screeches like metal scraping against metal. The cacophony of burning light and shrieking screams make Vanya want to cover her eyes, cover her ears, but she can’t move, she can only watch.

Her siblings stand aside just watching the light burn up.

Horror fills Vanya to the brim. She knows what that light is.

It's her.

It’s Ella.

It's her daughter.

Her baby, burning up from her own power. Not even in the shape of a person anymore, just her beautiful soul twisting and destroying itself in front of her mother’s eyes.

Vanya hits her hands against the glass until her skin breaks from the impact, blood smearing on the surface. She slams her body as hard as humanly possible against the door in the void, feeling bones break and shatter under her skin.

Her siblings don't turn around. They don't help. They won't make a move to save her baby, her reason for living.

She cries and she screams until she can feel her throat burning and tearing, but there is no sound. Her wails of agony are silenced and it's too quiet here, it's too quiet it's too quiet it's too quiet-

PLEASE SAVE HER-

Vanya jerks awake with a cry on the tip of her tongue. It takes a moment for her to figure out where she is, but she gets there in the end. There’s a crick in her neck that aches when she looks around to confirm that she is in the entryway of the umbrella academy. She rubs it as she twists around to see what the hell she fell asleep on. Her makeshift nap spot turns out to be a few of the stairs, which explains the sore spots on her back and neck where the edges dug into her spine. She huffs at herself, unsurprised but disappointed that she managed to fall asleep in one of the most uncomfortable places ever. She sighs, resting her chin on her hand, and looks down. Her eyebrows furrow.

There’s a plate of grilled cheese sat delicately next to her, and her purse is on the foot of the stairs. She’s pretty sure they were not there before. Vanya looks between them for a moment before the consequences of her nap catch up with her.

Oh, fuck.

Ella.

Her head falls back onto the hard wood of the step as she groans and covers her face.

Oh, god. Shit.

She can’t bear to look at the seemingly innocent plate of grilled cheese, because it’s suddenly a harbinger of dread.

There are so many breakable things in this house, and not to mention Klaus, so who knows what kind of trouble her devious little gremlin could get into unsupervised? She doesn’t even know how long she was out. It could’ve been hours...

She hates herself a little bit more when she realizes she can’t be bothered to get up and deal with it yet. She presses the heels of her palms into her burning eyes, rubbing harshly. She doesn’t know if she’s trying to wake up or shove her eyes into her head so she can go back to sleep. She should wake up, so she’ll go with that option.

[Convo with Klaus and Ella]

(The first ellie question that klaus Witnesses is "are eyeballs like yo-yos?"

"How so?"

"Well when I close my eyes, I can't see anymore. So they must go somewhere."

"I think they go back up into my brain when I'm sleeping so I can see my dreams. And they come back out like yo-yos with a string attached and everything."

Klaus stares.

And then suddenly "Yes, you're absolutely right."

"We must call every Medical Professional we can find with this new discovery. You're always right Ellie. I cannot believe I did not think of this before."

And Vanya rolls her eyes and says "No, do not listen uncle Klaus, He's just playing with you."

Klaus looks mock offended. "How dare you sister, dear?"

"I am completely deadly serious,I am. Do you happen to know the number to the nearest medical office? We must tell them at once."

Vanya looks at Ellie.

"He's being silly." She says.

Klaus Scoffs/ harrumphs.

"It's not my fault that you have unrecognized genius right in front of you and refuse to see it. I believe you Ellie. That makes much more sense than what the doctors say. What do they know? They don't have even the littlest bit of your imagination.")

Vanya blows a sigh out of her lips, dropping her hands to her knees. Her eyes don’t open, which is understandable since they’re the weight of cinder blocks. Sitting on these stairs is a familiar activity for her. She was always off to the side, watching her siblings play, watching them train, watching them unite together. She remembers the day they all got tattoos, she can almost feel the damp chill of the marker drying on her wrist-

Vanya shakes herself awake, purposely widening her eyes and blinking rapidly. She needs to wake up.

Her eyes find their way to her purse. She reaches in and fumbles around for the stick of nicotine, unable to see because of the yawn crinkling her eyes.

She suckles on the end of the ecig desperately, hoping the chemical will give her the shock she needs. There’s a little head rush that follows the tickle at the back of her throat, and she almost sighs in relief as she releases the vapor from her lungs. That’ll do nicely.

So.

She’s a suspected murderer now, huh?

Cara is going to lose her shit laughing when she hears about this. The thought releases a wry little chuckle from inside Vanya’s chest as she shakes her head.

She wants to ask how could he think that? But she knows the answer: it's Luther. When there’s a mission to be carried out, no one is safe. He doesn’t let his emotional attachments or, yknow, his common sense, stop him from trying to complete his task. Especially if he thinks the mission is for his father. None of his siblings even come close to the level of admiration and devotion that Luther has for their father. As misguided as it is. Vanya knows vaguely how Luther got to this conclusion. She knows her brother.

But her brother doesn’t know her.

None of them do.

She takes another big, deep breath of nicotine, trying to forget that fact. Her eyes snag on the half of grilled cheese, and her mind goes fuck it. She picks it up, expels the vapor, and takes a bite. She grimaces; grilled cheese and watermelon don’t mix well on her tongue, but she chews through it anyway. Ella was right: she needed to eat something.

Should she take another pill? She’s already taken one more than she should have, but…

Baby, you BEST not be thinkin’ what you’re thinkin’.

Vanya almost rolls her eyes. Yes, thank you, inner-Cara. She gets it. No more self medicating today. She glances down at the stick balanced between her fingers and then forces her eyes away, determinedly ignoring her hypocrisy.

What she would give to be forced to watch Tangled again for the billionth time right now, or to be chasing Ella around the apartment walls and ceilings as she pretends to be spider-man. (Or, more accurately, Spider-monkey.)

What she would give to drag an obscene amount of blankets and a lantern up to the roof of the building, with Ella trailing behind with the book of constellations. To lay in a comfy nest for two, bundled in sweaters and cardigans against the chill of the night. To hear the quick shhp, shhp, shhp, of laminated pages turning until there is an excited gasp and a page being shoved in her face. To see little hands point to the sky, and to listen to imagination flow from the small mind next to her, more beautiful than anything the stars above could even dream of offering.

She would give anything to go home right now, where it’s warm and safe and happy. The opposite of this place, which has never been what a home is supposed to be.

That's all I got.

Part of me wants to come back to this. Of course I do when I have 2 classes to be doing homework for and doctors' appointments to schedule and family trees to be researching. Also, I've thoroughly spoiled tf out of it. But looking at it, I really was alright at this, wasn't I?

The one thing that stops me (besides, yknow, my life I'm procrastinating on) is I'm not sure how to handle Victor's transition.

When I wrote this, Vanya was a character I saw myself in. That's why it was so easy to write him! But as the seasons went on, he changed. He was kinda sidelined after season 2. Who am I to try and write his feelings on gender when I have never struggled with things like that? How do I write a relationship between a trans parent and their child without really knowing what that's like? What if I get it wrong? On the other hand, if I don't include the transition at all in fear of misrepresenting it, is that even more disrespectful?

After season 1 the character was changed in a way that sort of lost the relatability for me. Though I loved seeing him develop, I didn't see him going that way in my own head.

So the question would be, how do I write Victor as I saw him originally without being disrespectful or even offensive to the source material? Along with procrastination, that's what really stopped me writing.

Also, genealogy is my passion. Just recently, I was able to find my friend's lost family in Spain and give pictures back to them and their mother. I've never felt that sort of pride in myself! It was so wonderful. I will always be grateful to this fic and the experience I had with all yall. But I am a different person now, with not as much teenage angst to channel through a character. I think that would be visible through my writing.

Maybe I'll come back. If yall are still here, there's hope.

ellagracehargreeves

alsogeneologyissupercoolandithinkitscoolyouredoingthatnowandihopeyouenjoyit<3

From a document titled "UA plot attempt?"

You will see my struggles against my adhd to try and plot something before I just word vomit onto a damn Google doc

From the Document "ROUGH UA Episode one"

Tumblr won't let me add any more screenshots so there will be a part 2

ellagracehargreeves

Part 2 💃🕺💃🕺

From the document "UA fic memos from s10" (I switched phones and used the notes app a lot)

Ayo wtf why can't I spam screenshots this is sick and twisted

Part 3 I suppose

alsogeneologyissupercoolandithinkitscoolyouredoingthatnowandihopeyouenjoyit<3

From a document titled "UA plot attempt?"

You will see my struggles against my adhd to try and plot something before I just word vomit onto a damn Google doc

From the Document "ROUGH UA Episode one"

Tumblr won't let me add any more screenshots so there will be a part 2

#the umbrella academy fanfiction #the umbrella academy #the spark #writing #fanfiction #vanya hargreeves #ella grace hargreeves #umbrella academy #ella hargreeves #original character

SPILL THE BEANS (dif anon but i loved ur fic!!)

hope you’re doing well <33333

Well there's only two things I can remember.

Cara was meant to be the Handler's sister.

And the end of the world was meant to be a bit different. It was almost avoided! But then at the last second, Viktor would be under the impression that Ella was dead. (She wasn't) thus, boom.

That was literally the extent of my plans, bc I started writing before the second season came out. Last time I updated, I was 19. Now I'm 23 and I still see no way to shove a plot in there 😅 I was just writing to write. I'm glad people enjoyed it though!

It was because of this fic that I started going to college for an English degree. Then that shifted into a future masters of library science degree, and now I'm into tracing family roots. I've been on a journey, but that fic was a big part of my path out of depression and into living my life. Thank you to everyone who ever commented or kudosed. It really made me see that I was worth something.

Just popping in from AO3 to ask if your still alive??

Still alive, not writing anymore unfortunately.

I found my passion in genealogy and I've spent the last 4 years generally getting my shit together as it were. Not that it's successful, of course, but now there is a vague shit gathering plan.

Either way I gave up lol. While I loved writing the spark, there was never any plot to it. Someone let me know if yall want me to spill any beans that I remember lol.

#the umbrella academy fanfiction #the umbrella academy #the spark #writing #fanfiction

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merlin: ok what do u want

arthur: nothing

merlin: 😐

arthur:

arthur: i want more attention

Wasssup party people I got covid! I'm probably not gonna take the time I have off of work to write!!! I'm just gonna cuddle my cat and play spiderman ps5!!! Fuck productivity!!!

I got a new job, most likely full time, as a teacher at a preschool/care center. I'm technically an assistant teacher, but I'm in the infant room. Idk if you could tell by my writing, but I love kids.

The fic is on an indefinite hiatus while I get my life together. I know it's been a year. I'm sorry for that. I just haven't had the motivation to write ever since my life got busy, yknow? But I'll go back to it someday. Thank you all for following!

Hi! I just started reading 'The Spark' I just wanna ask- is it on hiatus? And if so do you plan on updating it sometime this year? Because on Ao3 it says it was last updated in August 2020, (if my math is correct that's like... 10-ish months ago)

Sorry if im being annoying, have a good day!

It's on a "until I get my life together" hiatus. I'm not giving up! But it might take a while. Sorry :( I appreciate you though! You're not annoying, I like knowing people are still here!

I was wondering, are you going to update on The Spark in the summer

No idea! The fic isn't something I'm really gonna schedule, because that sucks the fun out of it for me. I recently got a job and I volunteer a lot for my church, so I am pretty busy this year. Life gets in the way, yknow? But I definitely don't want to give up on the fic. It's just on a bit of a break while I get my ducks in a row :) thanks for asking!

Ik I'm kinda inactive (here and on my fic) but I'm getting the first dose of the vaccine today! 💉💉🎉🎉🎉

Tis my 20th birthday yall. Sorry I've been so inactive. I think I'll start getting back into Tua soon maybe. Gotta start adulting though. It may take a long time but I will keep writing my fic.

Happy Valentine's day! Hope you have a good day and know I love you & your blog loads!

❤❤❤❤ sorry I'm so inactive yall.

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(ive felt all of these on intense levels)

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Replied to yalls comments, or at least read them, but didn't write any of chapter 10. Opened a spreadsheet, intent on organizing the shit ive written down about the plot (spread across 18 documents, 3 devices, and some pieces of paper floating around my room somewhere,) promptly realized I have no fucking clue how to use a spreadsheet for anything other than math, then closed the empty file. Wallowed in my sucky organizational skills, Worried about losing all of my readers, suppressed that real quick, then watched a few episodes of classic doctor who.

Merry December.

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