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As of now this blog will be an archive. My Robert muse is gone and I don’t know when/if it’ll return. Please enjoy my fics and the many gifs I’ve reblogged here.
What started out as just wanting to practice painting skin and curls turned into priest!AU Kay fanart because I think that would have been nice.
This isn't as polished as I'd like, but it's been sitting in my WIP folder for over a year now and I've lost the juice for fixing and finishing it. C'est la vie! 😅
Hi joz, I know you’re not active on this account anymore, but just wanted to let you know I adore your content. Your writing style is one of the only ones that keeps up with my own inner monologue, the way you write these characters is so accurate and fluent. I hope you’re doing well. Love ya :-)
Aaa i’m so sorry don’t know how long this has been in my inbox! i don’t have notifications turned on for this blog and i don’t check them often 🙃
Thank you so much, nonny, this is so sweet 🥹 I really appreciate the kind words💚
Overall I’m doing really well! I’ve been really focusing on myself and my mental health has been better probably than it’s ever been ngl lol
I hope you’re doing well too nonny! ilysm whoever you are 😘
be the change you wish to see in the world! and by that of course i mean if you want authors to continue feeling inspired to write for the characters you enjoy so much, try reblogging fics! :D
noticed several new followers with no posts on their blog so here's a friendly reminder to you: If you don't reblog a fic because you don't feel the need when you can just stockpile tons and tons of fics in your likes? should an author delete tomorrow or block you because they're feeling petty or under appreciated etc? you can never open those fics in your likes again! the link will be broken!
so think about making a tag for bookmarking and reblog the fic if you enjoyed it! that way it will always be there if you want ever to re-read <3
fyi—you can make yourself a whole little library for the fics you enjoy with your reblogs!! you can sort your fics by genre, character, etc to be able to find things easier! you can even make masterlist posts for this same reason! or recommendations posts for your favorite character/writer and make that your pinned post!
keeping a blank blog on tumblr of all places really doesn’t make any sense, and honestly, it’s incredibly lazy. you can’t expect writers to continue to make content when 90% of their notes on a post are spam likes from blank blogs or blogs that just refuse to reblog fics because “they don’t want people seeing they read fanfics”.
I’m sorry if I’m being a bit harsh, but you’re on TUMBLR the website for the freaks and weirdos!! and if anyone here is judging you for reading a fanfic in 2025, FUCK THEM.
but you aren’t gonna have many fanfics left to enjoy if you continue to blatantly disrespect writers on this platform.
I honestly didn’t know how to respond to this bc no, it’s not finished and I still don’t know how I want it to end, and I can’t really give a definitive answer on when it will be updated, but it’s not abandoned. :/
maybe if people actually interacted with fics and left comments about what they liked about them instead of just asking when/if it’ll be updated, then maybe the author would actually be excited to work on it.
In honor of the end of The Eighth Child, here's a timeline of photos of Victoria Hargreeves (her face claim is the wonderful actress Mayara Constantino) 🧡
1997: First secret trip to Griddy's Doughnuts
2001: With Diego, after discovering her powers
2004: Post Mission Blues
2007: First day out of the Academy with Klaus/Vicky's first day of college
2010: June Party with Klaus
2013: Right before the move to California
2019: The Day of Reginald's funeral
1968: Backstage at the club in Vietnam
1963: Enjoying her time as Prophetess of Destiny's Children
Chapter 4: The Sacrifice of The Destroyer (Series Finale)
Warning: Strong language, death
a/n: So an era comes to an end. The Eighth Child was the first fic I ever posted on this blog and now it's come to an end. Five years later, it's hard to believe and I'll admit it makes me a little emotional. Though our little amazing group of Rob appreciators might have dissolved and while I don't admire Rob as much as I did before for many reasons (those were definitely 15 years of my life worshiping someone I'll never get back lol). I am very grateful for the friendships, the ones I lost touch with and the ones that stayed, I'm grateful for the laughter and the tears, the joy and sorrow, I'm grateful for the chance to share these worlds in my head with you all. I don't want to close a door and say I'll never write for Rob characters again, I probably will at some point after some time to breathe, but anyway, please enjoy the final chapter of Vicky's story <3
(The Eighth Child Masterlist)
By the time they made it to the Hargreeves mansion, Klaus was all caught up in the situation.
They snuck around the back, which was weirdly empty, there were a dozen guards last time she was there, but this time... nobody in sight, it was almost like someone wanted them there.
"Isn't it pretty?" Abigail held a little glass with the smallest amount of marigold.
"It's pretty," Fortune gasped.
"If you drink it, it'll make you the most special girl in the world! You can trust Grandma."
Seeing that scene made Victoria's blood run cold as all the trauma from her childhood came back. The hours of torture under the hydraulic press, the missions where sometimes she had to kill innocent people, losing Five, then losing Ben... all because of those damn powers.
"You're not her fucking grandma!" She ran just as Fortune was about to drink the liquid and grabbed the glass from her.
"You little...!" Abigail tried to take the marigold back, but it only made the liquid fly right into Victoria's face. The glowing particles immediately penetrated her eyes and pores, some went up her nose and into her mouth.
"Fucking cunt! Vagabunda do caralho, filha de uma puta!" She screamed, shoving the other woman. "I told you to stay away from my family! Nobody messes with my daughter!"
"Daddy!" Fortune ran to Klaus, a little scared of the whole scene unfolding in front of her.
"Tunnie, my love! Daddy's so sorry, I promise I'll never ever scream at you again, I swear!" He kissed her all over her cheeks and forehead.
"It's over now," Abigail smiled. "I will take you to Jennifer and the cleanse will happen!"
"And what makes you think I'd go?" Victoria asked.
In a millisecond, Abigail's arm turned into a blade and everyone jumped back, except for Vicky.
"Liebling!" Klaus tried to pull her away, but it was too late.
Abigail went to slice her chest with the blade, the moment seemed almost like it played in slow motion. Victoria's clothes tore apart, but her skin was unbreakable.
"Die Hard is baaaack!" Diego cheered while the others were stunned. "Die Hard! Die Hard!" He chanted.
"If you're still in doubt... I'm Die Hard," Victoria smirked before pulling out one of the guns and shooting her three times.
"Dada, what's going on?"
"Shhhh grandma is just resting, she's so sleepy," Klaus covered Fortune's eyes.
Reginald heard the gunshots and came running out of the house, he found Abigail dead and went into a rage.
"Who did this? Why are you stupid children still meddling in my life?" He screamed.
"She poisoned me," Victoria jumped on his back and held him as he also tried to fight using his alien blade. "She infected me with marigold! That's what she wants! She wants to kill all of us, that was self-defense!"
When he finally managed to shake her off, he took Abigail in his arms and held her against his chest. That's when he noticed a note hidden in the inner pocket of her white jacket:
I ended the world and that's a good thing, my love. Dying was my penance for creating something so deadly. I had to see our world destroyed and you unleashed it on this one. I understand your loneliness, but your actions had consequences far greater than anything you could imagine. It was my duty to set it right. Forever yours, Abigail.
"I was wrong... and you made it right," Reginald finally realized.
"She made it right? What do you mean?" Victoria asked.
"The cleanse needs to happen, it's the only way the world can go back to its original state."
"That's it!" Five exclaimed. "When we were born, the timeline shattered in several pieces, the cleanse is just the fabric of space and time returning to the original timeline."
"So it's all good?" Klaus asked. "We make the cleanse happen and we'll all be free?"
"Not exactly... we are what always sets off the apocalypse. Our existence wasn't meant to be, we'll be erased from history."
"No, Five," Victoria shook her head. "The marigold wasn't meant to be. The cleanse will take all the marigold and leave you behind. It'll take me."
"No!" Klaus handed Fortune to Diego and rushed to hold his wife. "No, it can't take you!"
"I have the marigold now... it's gonna be me. But listen, you'll have Fortune and hopefully, this baby inside of me will find a way to his daddy. You'll be so happy, Klaus," she was trying not to cry, her voice wavering. "I'll always be a part of you and the kids, even if you can't remember me."
"I can't let you be erased from history, all our moments, our love, it can't just disappear!"
"Our love is too strong to ever disappear, it'll live on even if I never existed. It's just sad I won't be there to feel it."
"You can't leave, Mommy!" Fortune pleaded.
"Mommy won't leave," Viktor stepped in. "I can fix it. I can take the marigold from you like I did with Harlan."
"No, no, Vik! You can't do that!" Victoria protested.
"You're the one who can't do it! I have a shitty bar and no one waiting for me at home. You have a kid, another one coming, you have a husband... I can't let you disappear."
The siblings were conflicted, while none of them wanted Vicky to be erased, they also didn't want to lose Viktor. It was Sophie's choice, but it wasn't theirs to make.
"I love you, Viktor," Victoria hugged him. "I'm sorry for everything, back when we were kids... I should've done better."
"It's not your fault. It's my fate, I'm the one destined to end or save the world."
Viktor grabbed one of the glass shards on the grass and made a small cut on his palm where the last drop of marigold quickly penetrated.
"I'll arrange for Jennifer to be brought here and we can leave you both in the accelerating chamber," Reginald went inside to call one of his men.
Viktor took Victoria's hand and his whole body glowed bright yellow as he drew the marigold from her, it was taxing for both of them and the strength of the reaction made thunder roar in the sky.
Once the transfer was complete, she stepped away and was able to stumble her way to Klaus' arms before fainting.
**
"Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben! Do it again!" Fortune giggled.
Victoria opened her eyes and saw Ben playing with his niece. He tossed her in the air and caught her as she giggled and waved her arms around.
"Aren't they cute?" Klaus asked. "We finally got our Ben back and now we're losing Viktor..."
"I know, it should've been me," she mumbled.
"Noooo! That's not what I'm saying, nobody should have to stop existing."
"Where's Viktor?"
"In the accelerating chamber with Dad and Jennifer."
"So it's already started?"
Klaus nodded sadly, and Victoria got up, running to where the others were gathered, in front of a room with a single window. Reginald left the room, closing the door behind him with a heavy sigh.
"Very well, this chamber was designed by me as a way to accelerate chemical reactions that usually take thousands of years. This should only take a few minutes," he murmured.
"Minutes? No!" Victoria placed her hand on the glass and Viktor did the same from the other side, but instead of looking scared or sad, he was smiling. "My brother..."
"Remember Chocolate com Pimenta when we were 12?" Viktor chuckled. "Think of me as your Ludovico. I'll always be with you, you can't get me off your hair."
"But... you never watched it with us, how do you know that?"
"Of course I did, you don't remember? I just preferred to stay in the corner. Like always. Now at least I go with a bang."
"I love you so much," her voice cracked with emotion, tears shedding down her face. First Jennifer took one of her brothers, now the other. "I'll never forget you. The best brother anyone could ask for."
"You better not."
She left crying, letting the others say goodbye as she watched from afar. It was too painful to face that he was sacrificing for her, for them.
The dark mass of the cleanse that formed between Jennifer and Viktor was growing fast, slowly swallowing them like quicksand. At the last second, nobody wanted to believe he was truly gone forever, nobody had the courage to look, it was just him essentially alone, stuck in some chamber built by their father for the good of humanity... again.
And then there was nothing.
**
"Everyone, it's time!" Victoria and Klaus got up from the long picnic table.
It was a beautiful day, the sky was the bluest blue, the flowers were in bloom, the trees were filled with perfect bright green leaves, and a soft breeze blew through the park.
The pregnant mama grabbed a huge red, white, and black box with the logo that said Umbrella Bakery. Inside, there was a massive cake covered in white frosting.
"Soon we're gonna reveal the sex of our baby, I know it's my bakery, but I had nothing to do with this cake, so it's a surprise for me too," Victoria chuckled. "I just wanna thank everyone for being here, right Klaus?"
"Right, this is a celebration of life and you all are the most important people in our lives," he said as he picked Fortune up.
By the table everyone wore either blue or pink, depending on which they thought the sex of the baby would be. The closest ones to the happy couple were Victoria's parents, Maria Fernanda and Thiago, along with Klaus' adoptive mother, Grace.
His adoptive siblings were there with their families: Allison, her husband, Ray, and their daughter, Claire. Diego, with his wife, Lila, and their three kids. Luther and his wife, Sloane, who was also expecting. Ben and his fiancé, Jill. Quintin and his girlfriend, Dolores.
Hazel and his wife, Agnes, arrived just in time and joined Cha-Cha and her husband, Harold.
"Anyone else for the betting pool?" Herb asked while Dot took notes of everyone's guesses.
"Me!" Stan raised his hand. "It's a boy for sure!"
"No way," Elliott chuckled. "It's another girl, I can feel it."
"Are you okay?" Hannah asked, seeing Harlan cover his ears.
"Yes. I'm a little overwhelmed, but I'm okay, Han," he smiled.
"Cut the cake already!" Maria Fernanda cheered, her phone in hand to film it.
"Calm down, Mamãe!"
"Victoria Lisbela, you cut this cake right now! I can't wait to know!"
"Alright alright," Klaus gave Fortune the cake cutter. "Go on, Tunnie, let's see if you'll have a little brother or a little sister."
The little girl cut out a clumsy piece and revealed the blue batter inside, which made everyone clap and celebrate the baby boy.
"I'll have a brother!" the little girl ran around with the other kids.
"Parabéns, meu amor," Thiago kissed his daughter's cheek before smearing a little bit of frosting on her nose.
She shook her head and started cutting the cake to serve to the guests.
"So, any idea what name you two are gonna pick?" Diego asked.
"If it was a girl, we'd name her Vanya," Klaus chuckled, pulling his daughter into his lap. "But since it's a boy, it's gonna be Viktor."
"Viktor? Are you naming your baby after yourself?" Ben teased, taking a plate from Vicky.
"No, it's not after me. It's after someone really special, I don't know exactly who he is, but I dream of him sometimes... I know he's important to us and I miss him, even though we never met."
"Maybe someone we were close to in another life," Klaus suggested.
"You and your spiritual bullshit," Quintin chuckled.
"What? It could be true," Luther shrugged, turning the radio on.
"There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy," Lila agreed, offering Victoria a marigold which she placed on her hair.
"Klausie! It's our song!" Vicky took his hand when I Think We're Alone Now started playing. "Let's dance!"
On the twelfth hour of the eighth day in August 2024, something very important happened... a party.
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Hi there !! I just wanted to say that as a 16 year old, Your fanfictions have helped me through such a low point and a dark time in my life, they have given me such an immense sense of comfort ….. and I was hoping you would finish the (burning out ) sequel for (playing with fire) and hopefully for you to finish it with the rest of the series of (the umbrella academy ) since it has come to an end ……. it would mean a lot and I would really appreciate that. ( ps: I know this is a big request since you haven’t been writing fanfictions for a while, but this would truly mean the absolute would for me.) -A
I'm glad to hear my fics could help you through a rough time (and I hope things are getting better) 💚
Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be writing anything for TUA/Robert Sheehan characters for the foreseeable future. My interest for the actor and the show have waned considerably (to put it mildly lol;;) and I'm currently writing for another fandom.
I'm sure there are other talented people still writing for Klaus/TUA and I hope you can find some other stories to enjoy.
While I have returned to reblog some new tua related things, I am not currently writing for Robert’s characters at this time. Thank you to anyone who has sent a request, but my requests are still closed. Please feel free to read my archived works and maybe reblog/comment if you enjoyed. I know I left many unfinished fics but my muse has moved elsewhere. Maybe at some point I’ll want to return to finish them, but not right now.
If you’re a fan of Stranger Things/Joe Keery, I am currently active on @mrprettywhenhecries
Otherwise, thank you for reading and enjoying. Much love,
joz
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