delores

she likes sequins (follows from numbinghigh)

[writteninthestcrsa-deactivated2]

Sb: you can't write this ship, this topic, or this character!

Me:

[delorestm]

                                         He was a boy . . .

                                                        She was a mannequin

            Can I make it any more obvious  ?  

                                       ( an indie & dash only delores from netflix’s umbrella academy )

[delorestm]

perfectdisastcr‌:

“I swear I had it all figured out—” Five hiccuped, his head lulling to one side as he looked to Delores momentarily, giving back a short motion of his head. “Don’t give me that look. I’m…I’m young again, alright? Got a fresh new liver and everything.” He warned her with another glance back to the empty bottle of wine. Perhaps being young again only made things worst. “You know I’ve always been able to think better like this anyways.”

She  stared  at  him ,  long  and  hard  with  the  same  rigid  plastic  gaze  he’d  grown  familiar  with  over  the  years  of  carrying  her  along .  If  one  looked  hard  enough ,  they’d  be  able  to  see  speckles  of  adoration  painted  in  her  blue  and  green  eyes .  Her  smile  was  soft  and  delicate .  Filth  and  tattered  clothes  didn’t  suit  her .  Neither  did  being  carried  around  by  a  drunken  teen  old  man .  If  something  was  to  happen ,  and  Five  got  arrested ,  she’d  be  tossed  in  a  DUMP .  It  didn’t  matter  in  the  moment .  They  were  young  again  and  in  love. 

[stillhereunfortunately]

is this blog stupid? yes. but which one of us is following it?

[delorestm]

ofsaudades‌:

      𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,  the  OLD SOUL  figured,  that he had managed to stumble  ‘pon  this   CREATION   of plastic,  this   LIKENESS   of humanity,  this  MOCK-UP  being that was,  inherently,  not a  woman  but at the same time nothing   BUT   a woman.  This  REPRESENTATION  of life,  something akin to a living being   && YET THE VERY INVERSE OF IT.

      𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘,   David Katz feels less  ALONE.

    𝑨 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬  as well,  Dave finds a sense of  SOLIDARITY  as he meets Dolores’ stare,  icy blue irises  conversing  with the flecks of green paint  ‘pon  plastic  NOTCHES  that represent her eye.  

    𝑺𝑯𝑬:  the  imitation  of life.      𝑯𝑬:  the  echo  of life.

     Oh how   MARVELOUS   that these two had found each other!  Kindred   spirits,  they were!  Dave kneels before her,  an act of   RESPECT  for this newfound friend,   &&   can’t help the way the corners of pale lips curl upwards  ever so slightly.  

It  was  how  things  were  meant  to  be  .  .  . 

A  gorgeous ,  hunky  man  kneeling  before  her .  Delores  was  gifted  with  beauty  &&  grace ,  but  she  could  not  do  anything  for  herself .  She  could  not  dress  herself  or  move  on  her  own .  She  needed  someone ,  a  willing  man ,  to  dress  her  and  care  for  her .  Five  had  been  that  for  her  for  a  while ,  but  it  seemed  that  now  she  had  found  a  BETTER  match. 

          She  was  a  mannequin  :  meant  to  be  admired .           He  was  a  soldier  :  meant  to  serve .  

PERHAPS  they  were  both  waiting  for  this  union  for  years .  PERHAPS  the  world  lined  up  so  perfectly  that  the  two  of  them  could  meet  in  this  timeline  and  understand .  P E R H A P S  .  .  .  they  were  both  side  characters  with  mere  minutes  of  screen  time  who  quickly  became  latched  onto  by  an  audience  for  the  development  they  gave  the  main  cast . 

[delorestm]

foresakenrumors‌:

She knew only enough about face ups to be able to recreate them off of youtube videos and she’d done them a few times for Claire, it took a steady hand and artistic talent. Carefully, she cleaned Delores’ face from the grime and set out her tools. There was acetone, there was acrylic paints and water colour paints. And matte varnish and sealants. And she hadn’t really worked on such a large canvas before but, she made the mannequin fresh and clean before she worked on adding features back in, sketching out eyes first and then the shape of eyebrows and lips. That way she’d be able to paint them in at the shape she wanted. ❝Going to make you look like a new version of yourself.❞ She’d taken a before picture so that she could get the mannequin looking like the way she did before, more or less, just less grungy. ❝I bet Five would actually kill me if I didn’t get you back the way you were.❞

Her  old  face  was  fine .  There  had  been  a  few  dings  in  the  paint  and  a  few  smudge  marks  where  there  shouldn’t  have  been .  There  were  places  on  her  lips  where  the  paint  had  chipped  away ,  dark  smudges  on  her  neck ,  and  an  awful  marker  scribble  near  one  of  her  eyes .  Now ,  though ,  she  was  looking  clean  and  FRESH .  The  painted  makeup  she’d  had  before  had  been  t i m e l e s s   :  all  natural  pink  tones .  Her  brows  had  a  dramatic  arch ,  and  her  eyes  were  a  pleasant  mix  of  green  and  blue .  Allison  had  good  taste ,  and  she  seemed  to  have  artistic  abilities .  It  wouldn’t  be  hard  to  get  her  back  where  she  was  before . 

          A  new  coat  of  nail  polish  would  do  her  some  good  too .  

[tiredshou-deactivated20140524]

when u start rping with someone and ur muse instantly develops a crush on theirs

[delorestm]

@parasolsandpills

[delorestm]

au idea: * delores causes the apocalypse bc everyone in the academy falls in love with a goddamn mannequin and fights to the death*

[extra-ordinaryno7-blog]

❝—I swear this family just keeps getting stranger.❞

[delorestm]

[delorestm]

cuchillosdos‌:

Well, this seemed awkward, somehow. Was he…Was he supposed to talk to…Delores? Diego rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly for a moment, avoiding eye contact with the mannequin as he walked up to the bar. 

He’d come back to collect a knife he’d left behind earlier and now he felt like he was being stared at and oddly…expected to talk to Delores.

“Uh….Hi, Delores.” If any of the others caught him now, he’d threaten them into silence before Five or god forbid, Klaus, found out he’d been talking to Delores.

An  awkward  silence  filled  the  room ,  the  lack  of  sound  suffocating .  Delores  was  stiff ,  her  margarita  still  in  hand .  There  was  even  a  small  umbrella  just  for  her .  She  didn’t  move ,  even  as  Diego  got  closer .  She  couldn’t  move .  She  was  a  mannequin . 

The  attempt  at  conversation  was  worse  than  the  silence . 

[delorestm]

parasolsandpills‌:

The cool plastic felt pleasant against his skin and briefly Klaus humored the idea of her actually being receptive to his advances. Mom had evolved after all, maybe mannequins were capable of the same. Nah, probably not.

“Do you think he’ll ever find out about us?” Klaus asked her as he let out a soft hum, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers against top of the object’s bald head. “Because I’m not really good at keeping secrets Delores,” he admitted.

Delores’s  plastic  skin  remained  firm  in  Klaus’s  grip .  The  more  he  touched  her ,  the  warmer  her  plastic  became  from  his  body  heat  and  the  lack  of  air  conditioning  in  the  parked  car .  Or  was  she  getting  warm  because  of  the  SCANDALOUS  topic  ?

Nevertheless ,  she  beamed  up  at  Klaus .  The  pink  blush  on  her  cheeks  caught  in  the  sun  rays  pouring  in  from  the  window .  She  was  so  close  to  him  that  his  breath  had  to  be  bouncing  from  her  lips  back  to  his  own . 

[delorestm]

A  vacant  stare . 

Delores  never  did  much  for  herself .  She  never  had  to .  Five  always  dressed  her ,  and  before  Five ,  she  was  dressed  by  everyone  who  worked  in  the  department  store .  Things  weren’t  different  now .  She  was  with  Vanya ,  and  she  needed  clothes .  It  was  unclear  what  happened  to  her  polka  dot  blouse ,  but  being  topples  was  simply  unfit  for  any  CLASSY  mannequin .  

@extra-ordinaryno7

[delorestm]

Delores  sat  with  her  arm  outstretched .  Her  other  arm  was  missing ,  blown  away  by  time  traveling  assassins .  There  was  one  benefit .  It  made  holding  her  close  much  easier  because  there  wasn’t  a  STIFF  obstacle  in  the  way .  Five  held  her  close .  If  the  empty  bottle  of  wine  was  anything  to  go  by ,  her  better  -  half  had  enough  to  drink .  She  smiled  at  him ,  the  same  serene  plastic  smile  she  always  had . 

@perfectdisastcr

[delorestm]

She  stared  at  Diego  from  her  perch  on  the  bar .  Five  set  her  up  very  nicely ,  even  making  a  margarita  just  for  her .  Five  wasn’t  there  anymore ,  though .  He’d  left  her  alone ,  but  she  wasn’t  alone  for  l o n g .  

@cuchillosdos

[delorestm]

watching all of your muses project onto a mannequin is honestly the most fun i’ve had in a billion years and even tho this blog was meant to be a joke... idk man i’m really enjoying it

[whiteviollin]

It’s been a rough couple of days.

[delorestm]

timesewn‌:

Five followed her gaze to her tattered, outdated top. He didn’t know much about fashion (okay, he knew nothing about fashion), but she’d talked his ear off enough about it that he picked up at least a little something. “If I had the ability to get you something else to wear, you know I would. But unless you’d like to wear one of my uniforms, I don’t have anything to offer. And Allison would have my hide if I took anything from her closet.” Or he’d be asked a lot of questions that he didn’t want to answer. Hm. Once Delores had been cleaned of dirt, he sat down on the floor next to her, picking at a loose thread from the worn rug. It used to be red – a deep burgundy color that had been his favorite at one point in time. Now it just reminded him of blood. “I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this. I suppose I’m selfish that way.”

          It  was  true .  Five  didn’t  have  many  resources  here .  In  the   apocalypse ,  he’d  scavenged  for  clothes  for  her .  She  had  an  ever - changing  wardrobe  to  match  the  seasons  of  the  apocalypse .  She  had  hats  and  sunglasses .  .  .  There  were  other  things  to  worry  about  now  besides  fashion . 

She  wasn’t  his  priority  anymore .            That  much  was  obvious  by  the  polka  dots . 

Nevertheless ,  she  SMILED .  She  stared  at  him  with  the  same  eyes  she  always  did ,  the  specks  of  green  paint  in  deep  pools  of  sapphire .  Delores  was  nothing  without  Five .