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[tainted-darling]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hey!! i made a palaye umbrella academy au fic!! read it if you want!! im gonna update it as much as i can!!

[tainted-darling]

I want to take you to my hometown

I can bring you down to the river through the woods, show you it’s glory

Guide you down a path that shouldn’t exist, but I know so well

Show you all the nooks and crannies I’ve come to know

And the graffiti, new and old

Then bring you to an overhang under the moonlight

And show you just how much I love you

Photography and poem by me

[tainted-darling]

you are my partner

because i love you more than i’ve ever loved someone before

you are my joyfriend

because you bring me joy and we are both killjoys to the core and it unites us

you are my starfriend

because you’re my beautiful star and no matter how far apart we are we’ll always have the stars to guide us to each other

and words can’t say enough how much i love you

@stardustsinner16, my dazzling starlight, i love you right from the core

[tainted-darling]

h, it's too early in the morning for me (its not, I just woke up-) and a danzio prompt popped up in my head, now the question is, do I write it eventually

absolutely

[tainted-darling]

Goodnight, Mr. Hologram

This is a really, really, really sad piece that’s how my killjoy oc dies. I reccomend having a prior knowlage of the comics to fully understand, but I didn’t spoil much so it’s fine if you haven’t read the comics.

Word count: 1,573

Warnings: Death, guns, swearing, and a fuckton of angst

Who does this kid think he is? Does he really think he can get away with this? It’s ridiculous. There’s no way us scum could take over Bat City. Not without Destroya, but Destroya is long gone. Not only does he have to think that we have to take over, he’s gotta disgrace Party. Not on my watch, not ever. This bastard is going to get a piece of me. None of the motherfuckers in this godforsaken desert, no matter how cynical, can disgrace my family and get away with it. Who gives a fuck that they died. They gave themselves up for the rest of us. Nobody is allowed to waste their sacrifice. Time to beat up a teenager.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I shout. Loud. With my hand on my raygun.

“I’m the new leader out here, and you’d do well to remember my name, Val Velocity. You’re just a nobody. Go away, pest.” This motherfucker’s got nerve. Lots of it. This bastard has no idea who I am.

“Actually, you’d do well to remember my name. And to remember the importance of the past you’re fucking with, and the person you’re trying to erase. That’s my family, you bastard. Not a soul in this desert will get away with disgracing my family as long as I, Hologram King, am still running!” The look of fear in his eyes that flashes as I pull my embelleshed raygun out during that last scentance is beautiful, no matter how short-lived it is.

“You don’t get to say anything to me, you’re the coward that ran away as soon as you were offered authority. You ran when the desert needed you instead of stepping up. You’re a fucking coward, and I don’t listen to weaklings.” That’s a last straw. I shoot a strand of his hair off. That brings back the fear look, which is what I wanted.

“You wanna say that again, to one of the best shooters this desert has seen? You wanna say that to the man who watched his family die in front of him? YOU WANT TO SAY THAT AGAIN TO THE LAST LINK TO THE REAL KILLJOYS?!” I’m in his face now. He looks scared of me. The rest of his gang is crowded around me now, and they’re a ragtag band that’s a shitty excuse for a gang. I can tell that they’re not really a family, and that they don’t know what they’re doing. I grab the kid’s shirt and spit in his eyes, and the big guy of his “gang” drags me off. I don’t even fight, because I can see that the motherfucker has the look of a wounded dog. That’s enough for now.

This fucker. He thinks that rallying the rest of the fakes in this dustpan will help him take over Bat City. He’s such a dumbass I can almost pity him. But not really. He’s going to get himself and everyone else here dusted. This godforsaken place can’t stand any more losses. It’ll fall apart. I have to somehow stop him. He’s coming off the old stage he was talking on, so I’ll walk over and talk it out civilly.

“You dumbass! You’re going to get yourself and every single one of them killed. You won’t succeed without Destroya, and we know that’s dead and gone. Give it up, motherfucker!” He looks aloof. How dare he??

“I don’t know how you got here, but I don’t care. You’re wrong. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me.” Oh ho ho, this fucker. He has no idea. He’s the one whose opinion doesn’t matter. He doesn’t understand. Even I was smarter at his age, and he has no excuse to think he can rule over this desert, let alone lead it’s few people with hope to their deaths.

“I’ll be watching as you lead these kids to their doom. If only you had brains, then things may be different.” I walk away. I don’t even care to look at him, he doesn’t deserve my ackgnowlagment. Not when he’s about to kill my people. But I won’t let them die alone with that bastard.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’m gearing up and getting ready to go into battle for the first time in 12 years. But now I’m more prepared than when I was 15 with my family, getting into small scuffles with two Drac squads max. Back then I had them to protect me. Funny that now I’m protecting all these kids that are just as ignorant to reality as I was. I wish I could stop this. But this is the end. I feel it in my bones. Hell, if I really think I can feel my shadow starting to move without me. Killjoys die young. I accepted that back when I was 15, watching my family die at the hands of that S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. Party was the oldest, and they weren’t even old enough to legally hold a cig. But I know that maybe this is the best thing. Let those innocents in Bat City live in peace, without any living killjoys to fear. They didn’t do anything wrong, and they don’t deserve to live in fear. But now it’s time to go. It feels bittersweet, riding towards Bat City on my bike in a sunset, surrounded by fellows, no matter if they’re not the real killjoys. Nothing will stop me from going home, not even that my home is up in the skies.

I’d forgotten how loud battles are. It’s a roar of blasts, screams, scuffling, crashes, cars and bikes whirling around. It’s deafening. But I can’t focus on that. There are kids dying all around me. Fuck, I must be the oldest person on the battlefield, from either side. That S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W can’t be older than 22. That Drac has a scar on their hand that I know. The same scar on the same hand on the same body as Venom Zero. My partner. Who never came back from that mission. The ‘joy falling with a whole in their gut beside me can’t be older than I was when I first learned to shoot. They all thought that this would be the solution. They were so, so wrong. The Drac that was Venom Zero, the one who I chose yo marry, is now laying dead at my feet. I pull off their mask and look at Venom-, no, Nico’s face for the last time. Their hair is still messy and bright green. But their eyes are so, so gone. They’re gone. So’s the kid. And the other 5 around me. They’re all dead. They all died thinking it was noble. I guess that’s better than knowing that they’re dying for one person’s futile dream.

So that’s what it feels like to be shot. I’m not dead yet, but I know that no help will come. I’m going to die here on this battlefield, surrounded by kids and my partner, who have already met their fates. Maybe “heaven” is real, and I’ll be home again there. Or maybe I just wander around alone in the desert. If I’m being honest, I’m scared. I don’t want to die. Not yet. But part of me is relieved. My family is my home, and maybe in death I’ll be able to go home again. But there are still people here that need me. But I don’t think I have a choice. The battle is dying down, but there are still people who would be happy to shoot me again if I got up. Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to drive back to Cola’s place, and even Cola might not be able to help. So I grab Venom’s hand, and wait. I start to feel my body shutting down. And I can’t open my eyes anymore. Now I can’t feel Venom’s cold hand. Now I feel so sleepy...

The battle is over, isn’t it? There are BL/ind people walking around, Drac-ing people. But why am I looking around? How? I thought I died? Oh, I did. I’m standing above my own dead body. I look so cold. My stomach is so bloody. At least my eyes are closed. I hate it when someone dies with their eyes open. It feels like they’ll never find peace. But I seem to be a ghost now. And my body is getting Drac-ed.

I guess that’s probably the worst thing that could happen. If only they’d let me die, instead of making me a puppet. I’m so sorry, Death Mark, Black Sun, and Ghast Smiles. I’ll have to fight you. As a soulless puppet. But I hope you remember me.

And now I walk. Back to the diner. To town. Out in the desert. The only place I’ve known. And I see them. My only friends left running. They’re putting my mask in the mailbox. Then they paint my symbol on it, next to my family’s. I feel at peace. And then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I know this hand. Because it’s Jet’s. I turn around, and there’s my family. Everyone. Party, Ghoul, Kobra, Jet, and Venom. And they all smile. I do too. And then we hug, and I feel like that’s the only place I need to be for the rest of eternity. I’m finally home.

[tainted-darling]

Nice new blog aesthetic! Ok, uh, dialogue prompt? "I have an idea" "On a scale from one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking here."

Thank you!! I’m gonna go for danger days here bc that’s how I be-

“I have an idea.” Ghoul has that glint in his eyes that tells Party that he’s up to no good. This does not bode well with the fact that they just said they had an idea whilst madly grinning and holding a contraption up.

“On a scale from one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking here.” Party is very done, and worried. Ghoul is a wildcard, and his ideas could lead to a succesful upgrade or him getting caught in an explosion, and there’s no in-between. Party can’t help but worry about which outcome will happen now.

“Hmm,” Ghoul rubs his chin in mock thoughtfulness, “for the Dracs? Fucking Australia. For us, maybe New Zealand.” That sounds like the ‘getting blown up’ side of Ghoul’s plan scale. But, Party decides to at least hear him out, and see if it’s actually smart and he’s not being a self-destructive dumbass.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“So, how about we throw grenades at the Dracs instead of just shooting them! That way we could take out a bunch at once and it’s more flashy!” Ghoul explains animatedly. It’s not a great idea, but Party is all for being flashy and extra.

“Alright dumbass, let’s give it a go,”

[tainted-darling]

Well That Was Unexpected

Hi! This is a one-shot about my sides that I wrote for @get-off-the-dam-fence’s contest!

Word Count: 534

Warnings: Swearing (minor), questioning sanity

Enjoy!

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I thought it was just going to me a chill night with popcorn and Twister. Boy, was I wrong! I’m not exactly sure how to kinda portray what happened, but I’m gonna try to. So I was sitting there, barbacue sauce on my tiddies, watching Twister for the ump trillionth time, and suddenly I was sitting next to another person(?) who looked just like me, but with pink hair and eyes, plus a cool french military uniform type thing. So I decided to not say anything, like a dumbass. But by the time I was halfway through the movie I was surrounded by 6 more of myself, all with whacky hair, eyes, and outfits. Then I decided the best thing to say was: “So, what brings you all here?” I know. Stupid. But it kinda got the answers I wanted, because the me in a dress shirt and tie with deep blue eyes looked up at me and said: “We are not brought here, because we’re always here. We’re all bits of your personality.” Okay, that’s wierd. I looked around again at this whacky assortment, and started to question my sanity. Next, the one with minty hair that showed up second spoke up: “C’mon guys, we should introduce ourselves! Don’t leave him in the dark! I’ll start! I’m Miekki, and I’m your guiding consience and most of your emotions!” Then the pink one that showed up first spoke. “I’m Jasny, I’m your creativity, flambouyance, and I run all of your arts things. I know, I do a lot.” Then the one that spoke to me first spoke up again. “I am Mandry. I am your intellect, common sense, and overseer of all logical and intellectual things in your life.” Then the yellow one, I’m just going to call them colors now. “Hiii, I’m Miłość! I do the lovey stuff, and I think I also do the gender and sexuality stuff too,” Then the orange one, “My name is definitely not Fałsź and I’m totally not in charge of lying.” Okay, now the indigo one: “Umm, uh, I’m Ciemny. I handle a lot of stuff. Everyone just says I’m negativity.” And then I say: “Okay, so you guys are like, my sides. Like Sanders Sides!” And then blue (Mandry?) replied: “I guess that analysis isn’t incorrect,” but then I noticed that there was another me in the corner, glowing crimson with kick-ass demon horns. So I ask, “Who’s that?” And I get a reply from orange (Not-Fałsź?), “That isn’t Gniew, or your rage and spite. He’s your angelic part, totally.” Okay, I can get something from that. Pretty sure orange (Fałsź?) Fałsź is my lying, so he probably means the opposite. I had one more question to ask, though: “Is this all of you then?” And I got a reply from Ciemny; “Um, no. There’s also another facet of me, but I don’t wanna summon him, so I can’t say his name or job. But you can guess,” Alright. There’s a whole other personality bit that I don’t know. Splendid. But, I guess that’s all I get. And that ‘tis the tale of the very eventful Twister movie night that made me question my sanity.

Please tell me your thoughts on if this is garbage or not! (Then I’ll know wether or not to post more of my writing)