#omoon

❝    YOU  DON'T  NEED  TO  GET  FRUSTRATED    ❞      wanda  sat  cross  -  legged  on  her  bed,  a  deck  of  tarot  in  front  of  her.            ❝    i  am  here  to  help.    ❞  

[ text : Luna Maximoff ] hey! this is nico. full-time runaway, technically a-force? i’ve been told i apparently said something weird to you at one of those super-kid parties? got your number from brandon. just wanted to apologize if i made it weird. i do that sometimes. but if you ever wanted to hang out with me and my family if yours ever gets too stuffy, here’s our current hideout! [ ADDRESS. ]

that's it, that's the ask.

‘  it’s  heavy,  kleiner?  ‘  

luna’s  narrow  fingers  brace  the  weight  of  his  helm  well  enough,  regardless;  a  strength  runs  through  the  family,  the  maximoffs,  the  eisenhardts,  the  multitude  of  names  entwined  within  their  families.  erik,  in  turn,  carries  her  close,  tender  and  gentle  and  as  if  he’d  never  shed  a  drop  of  blood  in  his  long  and  enduring  life.  this  echo  of  fatherhood  was  one  that  was  bittersweet  to  him;  the  years  lost  on  pietro  and  wanda  regained,  to  some  degree,  on  luna,  and  tommy,  and  billy--she  giggles  when  the  crest  of  the  helm  slips  over  her  brow,  mussing  her  hair.  mayhaps,  some  day,  the  helm--the  mantle  of  magneto,  as  it  was,  the  symbolic  martyrdom  of  a  king,  though  he  did  not  think  of  himself  as  such  by  any  means--might  pass  down,  from  his  children,  to  his  grandchildren.  

he  hoped  that  it  wouldn’t  be  necessary.  he  hoped,  beyond  all  hopes,  in  his  life  time,  he  would  see  mutant  children  flourish  without  the  need  for  decades  of  resistance  and  revolution.  he  hoped  luna  would  never  have  to  see  the  things  he’d  seen,  but  that  she  could  remember  them,  through  the  generational  scars  of  history,  through  his  faded  numbers  and  innumerable  marks.  

can  i  wear  it,  zaydeh?  

‘  for  today,  kleyntshiger.  ‘

“Make Me Feel” @omoon​ prompt: my muse finds your muse crying and comforts them

@omoon​ [ LUNA & LUTHOR ]

There are... people. On the moon.

There are people on the moon!

There aren’t supposed to be... people on the moon?!

Or maybe... these are the people that Luthor was sent to protect. To watch over. He knew his Father had given him a mission of the upmost importance--but he could have never expected that the mission would be so great! A secret moon colony of humans---on the moon?!

He’s not sure if this mission requires stealth---but in truth, his family was never the best at stealth, anyway. Most superheroes find themselves having a golden rule of sorts---no killing, no bone shattering harder than a good, long hospital bill can fix. But The Umbrella Academy never was bound by those particular rules. Their Father was a more practical sort. Criminals don’t have rights in America. And while a child can be trained to restrain someone---to take them down non-lethally----accidents still happen, and they especially happen when your powers are ‘summon Eldritch abominations’ and ‘stab people real good.’ Luthor, with his super strength and agility---was always at risk of snapping off someone’s head when he tried to incapacitate them.

No... The Umbrella Academy was always more for the celebrity showing of superpowered teen soldiers rather than stealth missions.

But this is just a young girl. Luthor stares blankly at her from his spot semi-shrouded by the shadow of the trees.

He tries to rack his brain for Avengers Initiatives---Justice League Initiatives----that required people and TREES on the MOON.

This could be an alien thing, perhaps. The Umbrella Academy never really had to deal with aliens.

He approaches the girl with caution. His suit snuggly fitted, he walks past the Attilian trees and waves hello to her where she’s seated, on a bench no less, as if this is just some kind of normal city, and not an UNDISCLOSED location on the moon that is simply never been explored or mentioned to the general public!

"You're so in love with Papa, it's obvious" @omoon​ called clint out