here's your quo

eddy. 18. gay aro. main is @gravebugg. everyone in the umbrella academy is queer <3

[aroacefive]

yo hi hello im a silly aroace enby , call me goose or eddy >> they/nec/he

reading my carrd b4 following is appreciated !!

avid fan (and fictionheart) of five :>

my main is @gravebugg where im much more emo and funny ....this is just a sideblog for my current comfort character (take a wild guess who that is) and other silly shit posts. literally running on motor oil rn

[lucaballs]

yknow AJ isn’t my favorite but his design is so dang cool. a fish man! what more does one need in life.

[antia-calviz]

all my troubles on a burning pile

[number5theboy]

Number Five + TV Tropes (requested by anonymous)

descriptions for the images and tropes under the cut

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[not-estella-espresion]

Five and Delores, because healthy communicative functioning relationships are just too overrated these days

[27-umbrellas]

Honestly mood

[glasscannonviktor]

vanya: hold up number seven is a cube? a fucking cube???

marcus: do NOT talk about christopher that way

vanya: no im just saying, in my timeline number seven is me, but in this one he’s...a cube. he’s a floating cube

sloane: you are literally being so fucking rude right now

[onesinglethread-ofgold]

MEET THE SPARROWS!!!

[midnightw]

Five Hargreeves + Icons

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.ૢ་༘፧⇉ Wattpad: @/luvsklaus  ᬽ

[antia-calviz]

wouldnt hurt a fly 

[based on this]

[27-umbrellas]

Your number eight song on your 2020 Spotify wrapped is the song that plays in the background of your umbrella academy fight scene

[aroacefive]

vayna    five

         🤝

  being trans

[hyperfix8ed]

y’all clearly aren’t ready for the TRUTH of she/her transmasc vanya hargreeves but that’s on you, not me. she has always been transmasc she just chose to use she/her pronouns because her brain is fucking huge and she can do whatever she wants and also i love her

[arofive]

Everyone with aspec Five icons should unionize

[commissionspartybus]

So I might’ve made a Uquiz on what sibling you are from TUA, link will be in the reblogs!!

[commissionspartybus]

Come one, come all!

[chemicalarospec]

PLEASE mcr soundtrack for new TUA season

[anmcrtist]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

[number5theboy]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY...but it is a Horror Movie

♦ On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1889, police were dispatched to the mansion of the eccentric billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreeves to investigate a report of screams and blending blue lights at the residence. Hushed whispers had always surrounded the elusive man and the adopted children he was raising as his own, rumours were circulating that there was something off about the children, that they were gifted, or maybe cursed, in singularly unique ways. But when the police entered the building on that particular October day, no amount of fearmongering hearsay could have prepared them for what awaited them inside. The bodies of the Hargreeves family, father and children, were found scattered around the dining table, pooling in their own blood. They never saw the attack coming, and as the culprit seemed to have silenced every witness to their crime, the case quickly ran cold, remaining unsolved to this day.

♦ To add a strange twist to this tragedy, no documents that could have identified the murdered children were ever found, no birth certificates, no registrations in any municipal or federal institution. All police had to go off were the dead father’s diary, in which he had curiously written about his children by assigning them numbers, rather than names, and that is how the children went down in history, the unlucky Hargreeves Seven. However, as the police slowly combed through Sir Reginald’s files, gathering information to return to the children a modicum of selfhood, they made a chilling discovery. Where the notes spoke of seven children, only six bodies had been found alongside their father, the seventh having had to be taken away by the attacker, or hidden somewhere on the property. The remains of child number five were never recovered, and the lost child quickly earned the simple moniker ‘The Boy’ in local legend. And said legend grew with every year the murders went unsolved, and the mansion never truly coming to a still, with tenant after tenant abandoning the house after a short time, several of them dying in mysterious ways in the years after having inhabited the property. Whispers, which follow the Hargreeves in death as they did in life, speak of flashes of blue and visions of mutilated bodies and the sudden appearances of what looked like a bloodied boy with piercing eyes, speak of a spirit whose body was never truly laid to rest and who will forever be trapped in the pain and anguish of his last moments.

♦ A century later, on the one hundredth anniversary of the Hargreeves family massacre, paranormal investigator Klaus Katz enters the Hargreeves family mansion, determined to get to find out what is truly happening within its old walls, and maybe help a lost soul find his way to the light. Accompanied by his usual team of trusted collaborators – Ben, Luther, Vanya, Diego, and Allison, each the leading expert in their field of the metaphysical – he sets out to explore the house, and they quickly realise that something – or someone – must be afoot. Time seems to be moving weirdly in the confines of the mansion, going too fast, too slow, not at all, and soon enough, the first among them catch glimpses of an apparition that bears an uncanny resemblance to the portrait of the Boy above the mantlepiece. Things start to turn sour when the house itself seems to be turning against the investigators, falling apart, lashing out, apparently intent to get them out as quickly as possible. And the team has dealt with enough furious poltergeists in their day, but it is only when the child spectre picks up a knife and hurls it towards Klaus that he realises they might be in over their heads. Ghosts are unable to grasp physical objects, which implies that the Boy may be something completely different, something they’d never encountered before. It begs the questions: what is he? What has a century of loneliness, isolation and bitterness done with him? And what really happened that day a hundred years ago?