Enter Sir Reginald Hargreeves
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@fiveumbrella
Enter Sir Reginald Hargreeves
i was so caught up in the euphoria of gay ace luther that i lived in a world where ppl who call luther the token heterosexual didn't exist
WAIT OMG OTHER PEOPLE HAVE THIS HEAD-CANON???? I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE!!
JOIN ME
i was so caught up in the euphoria of gay ace luther that i lived in a world where ppl who call luther the token heterosexual didn't exist
five is bad at camping.
you’d think, this is Five Hargreeves we’re talking about! he spent 45 years in the apocalypse! of course he’d be great at surviving outdoors.
but five, five who was thirteen (or ten, in the comics) and never faced a consequence for anything from literal murder to ripping the fabric of space into neat little portals, has found himself One Big Consequence when he appears on april 2nd, 2019.
and so he waits. he waits for his powers to return, as they always do, so he can just traipse back home and tell reginald exactly what just happened, if it wasn’t a dream or a hallucination to begin with; yeah, a prank, it must be, his siblings can’t be twenty-somethings and dead.
so he remembers some training, some recitation on a record, about what to do when abandoned with no resources. so he shoves it down deep, because it’d be ridiculous to actually be in an apocalypse. stupid. hilarious.
he gets better over the years. doesn’t want to admit it, that’s for sure. if—when—if he gets out of here, this will be just a blip. him and dolores will be out of here, back when it all started, so he can prevent it from ever happening in the first place, because it’s a prank, a dream, really, a hallucination of his scrambled mind from time travel. he gets better, better at finding food and setting up shelter and weaving his way through equations he finds in thick astrophysics books widely regarded as fanatical.
second, it’s the commission. they tell him how to do things he already knows, give him faces of numbers to, er, correct, and fuck around with his dna until he’s just a pile of twisted, twisted ladders, ladders that lead to the inky black soul of a mass murderer. he keeps his sister’s book on hand, uses a pencil down to a clumsy stub so he can finally wake up from this nightmare. he’s 58, fifty-fucking-eight, and his siblings actually died at twenty-nine, didn’t they? he’s not letting that happen, even if it takes him another 45 goddamned years.
five is bad at not killing people, it appears. funny, a mass murderer trying to stop billions from dying. untangling this mess of a mystery feels like plucking individual notes out of an arrangement the commission desperately wants to accompany. he’s trapped, between the sixteenth notes and the lack of rest, and hell, he’s out of tune now that he looks thirteen again.
if he closes his eyes, he might be able to forget. he might be able to reopen them and see a world where april first is just a fun holiday he celebrated with his siblings when he was little.
he can’t. it was real. is real. and these two weeks have been the longest in his entire life.
last, when it’s finally all over and done with, his siblings are cautious to ask him if he wants to go camping with them. out in the woods, where it’s fatally silent. vanya’s the one to do it, grief in her eyes and heart from what she’s caused in the past. she still blames herself for it all, even when the handler conducted it all, even when she was little and a simple crescendo and a crack of glass led to her believing she was completely ordinary. she wants to help five, help them all, into feeling like a family again.
he agrees. the car ride is long and slow, klaus and diego sharing earbuds until allison gives a big speech about enjoying things as a group and then luther is screeching off-key lyrics of tiffany. five watches the pines grow thicker and knows, knows logically speaking, that there were no forests like this in the apocalypse. he’s safe. he’s safe.
they split up into groups once they get to the area of the camp site they’re staying at. five and klaus are in charge of setting up the tents. nobody says why they specifically are in charge of this; nobody has to.
klaus sets up his half of them with ease. it’s methodical and quick, muscle memory. life skills of war. a thing expected from five.
but five, as stated earlier, is notably bad at camping. it’s a statement now, and he commits to it as he fumbles with bars and cloth and whatever the fuck that is that he’s supposed to use to build it with.
“what, fivesie, never set up one of these bad boys?” klaus asks with his usual trademark blend of masking humor and observation.
“no, klaus, i just choose to be bad at it.” five snaps back. he doesn’t really get why he snarked like that, why it’s so frustrating. shit, this was supposed to be the smooth part. all the hard bits were supposed to be over.
“hm,” klaus hums, walking over and straightening a stake. “i guess you can allow yourself to do that now, be bad at something. how does it feel?”
five freezes. his eyebrows draw together and he looks inward. it feels... cloudy, confusing, infuriating that it’s confusing.
“freeing.” he decides upon. “it feels freeing.”
A set of edits (gifs) i made based off this post by @calicoture !
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So cool
the hargreaves siblings as things in my room
let's fucking go
luther - bill ding
diego - obsidian knife i made in summer camp
allison - where the fuck did all these paper cranes coming from they're multiplying oh god oh fuck
klaus - skull hanging ominously from my bed frame
five - weird tiny humanoid speaker that wants to fight
ben - beheaded octopus back massager
vanya - G L O W
can we talk about that CHIN?
Oooooh can you do five in glitch flavor
after making the klaus glitch gifs, it has come to my attention that these are hard for me to make cause i can be sensitive to eye strain, so i'm going to skip out on this request, sorry. feel free to request a different palette
I think the main thing to ask for (for the ice cream palette thingiemableh) is... Glitch palette Klaus sksjksjsks
it's up, sorry for the delay glitches can be difficult
Klaus Hargreeves + glitch
↳ for anon
oh yeah baby
Studying UA scenes because I have no life
made another one of those palette challenge things, i wont be taking requests for it rn but feel free to reblog this and have ur followers challenge you
ya can repost it on other websites or w/e but for the love of god credit me, i even made it easy for u and slapped my url right on the top so u cant say u forgot who made it
send me a tua character + a palette so i can make some gifs!
♥ Ice Cream Palette Art Challenge ♥ Send a flavour + a character and I’ll draw them in those colours ♥
♥ please don’t repost without credit ♥ EDIT: New flavours!
*gifs, not drawing, but send them in!
tua characters only please, i probably won’t be able to make too many but i’ll do my best
there’s a story behind this but it’s long so all you get is “klaus as mona lisa”
1x01 | 2x10
↳ requested by @tehmoonofficial
ok but have you considered: eudelila