𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: 𝐍𝐎.𝟒

𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

[handouija]

an independent roleplay blog for 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 this blog will contain spoilers in threads, any imagery that contains spoilers will be tagged.

written by lissi. headcanon and canon. mostly based in s1 & s2.

#𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.  [ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i will only accept mains and/or affiliates if we are close friends or have known each other for 1+ year max. ( this may be moot with special circumstances ) our characters have to have a chemistry we both adore as well. ]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. lissi , 25+, she/they. if you are not a patient person do not follow me. my irl gets super busy and hectic and i cannot be here all the time. my activity is sporadic as i get muse for other characters frequently as well.

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. and i cannot stress it enough, please don’t follow me if you don’t intend to write with me.𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i will block. don't assume there are hard feelings, usually there aren't. i will curate my space. i also block for block tbh as i have been stalked before. i also block people who have my close friends blocked, i wont interact with people who have them blocked. i have my own personal dni in place.

[ser-rctslcyer]

Klaus Hargreeves for Jupiter! @fceriestcrdst

The Umbrella Academy (2019-2024)

[waningliebling]

you keep calling it healing, but all I see is how well you’ve learned to bleed quietly

[handouija]

ever feel like the best of you is something you're still hoping to grow into?

he listened carefully, eyes softening on ned. he feels it in his chest; that feeling of hoping you can be more than what you are. that this isn’t where you’re meant to stop. the desperation of wanting to become something good. klaus had wanted to be good; really, but it came and it went … then when dave died? well, that is when he felt himself empty of all good and bad; an overwhelming nothingness became him. he’d darkened after that. he thought that he had known what it meant to be hollow; filling the emptiness with drugs, booze and anything, or anyone that would "love" him. but death? death was subjective; mostly. they’d live on “forever in hearts” or they were gone. klaus felt he was endlessly suffering. he wanted death to take him. that euphoric touch of death; the only thing that felt better was the feeling of daves arms wrapped around him. he felt like the best of him died with dave. if there had ever been anything good inside him to begin with. others might argue against it: klaus is nothing but a drug addict. he’d agree. ❛ well, y’know we all hope we can be better versions of the people we are right now, yeah? ❜ he lets the silence pass through them. letting his words sit with ned for a moment; hoping something good, at least, came from those.

he lets a sigh slip past parted lips. ❛ listen, you’re a good person, ned. ❜ he nods now as he watched him enthusiastically. ❛ the way you are right now. ❜ he gives a vague hand gesture to ned’s person. ❛ so, if you don’t have any more growing to do. that would be fine too. this… ❜ another vague gesture to ned. ❛ is a good place to stop. ❜ he smiles.

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 by 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘯. status: accepting.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 by 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘯 - 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 ♡. ( 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 )

➺ whenever, however, this ends, i want you to know that right now, i love you forever. ➺ i intend to leave this life so shattered ➺ if love did not exist i would be so goddamn sane. ➺ maybe i need you the way that big moon needs that open sea. ➺ maybe i didn't even know i was here 'til i saw you holding me. ➺ give me one room to come home to. ➺ give me the palm of your hand. ➺ mostly i don't keep anything but my word. ➺ it takes guts to tremble. ➺ i mastered the art of crochet and i crocheted her a winter scarf. ➺ the key to finding love is messing up the pattern on purpose. ➺ you will never have to lose yourself to win me over. ➺ do you know the night you told me you have a crush on my ears i swore to never become van gogh? ➺ this morning i saw her lipstick on a coffee cup and felt like i had never known a bruise. ➺ she makes me feel like i could win the lottery with a parking ticket. ➺ you look like marilyn monroe and it makes me wanna run ... for president. ➺ she still asks for my number every time we kiss. ➺ everything that grows already knows who we are. ➺ i'm never going to play hard to get. i know your life has been hard enough already. ➺ we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity. ➺ it takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go. ➺ i loved you from our first date. ➺ my fingertips miss her so much. ➺ i wish i was the photograph in your wallet. ➺ i know their are couples who never argue. but you and i, we are always going to fight for love. ➺ ask me to give you everything i have. ➺ i want you to listen to my heart speed up when you kiss me. ➺ we have to create, it's the only thing louder than destruction. ➺ i cant stop running around cursing this city. ➺ i want to demand that luck not be the only thing that keeps us alive. ➺ i want peace when i'm dead. ➺ does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? ➺ i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist. ➺ i know a thousand things louder than a soldiers gun. ➺ there is no weapon more dangerous than a wound. ➺ make me softer. ➺ you are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. ➺ ever feel like the best of you is something you're still hoping to grow into? ➺ we all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe. ➺ the worst thing that ever happened to me was not the worst thing that ever happened to me.

[handouija]

have you ever seen a man more beautiful than klaus? the answer is probably yes. but we're just gonna say you havent cause... have you seent him?

[handouija]

he sat on the porch watching the insects gather to the street lights; a shudder went through him at the thought of their tiny little legs touching him. repulsive. he squeezed his hands into fists until his knuckles went white beneath his gloves; they were desperate for the light and in a way he was reminded of himself, back before he was clean; and now, sometimes. a sickening feeling that always crept into him one that made him hate himself. one that made him feel like vomiting. he yearned for something to take this desire gnawing in his stomach and evaporate it. cleanse him of these deathly [ . . . yet another addiction missed. ] desires. a distraction would have helped, but he rarely spoke to anyone aside from claire, and allison when she was around. it was a nice neighborhood and it was likely that claire would make friends here and soon klaus would be stuck spending every moment of the day by himself. he really ought to get out more. he tugged at his gloves and cowering at the dust building up on the seats on the porch already. he’d need to clean as soon as possible. he replaced one obsession with another. drugs for cleaning. it seemed like a fair trade, only he was so repulsed by everything now that it made even leaving the house hard.

he saw the neighbor because her bright hair against the dark surroundings, sitting on her porch and from what he gathered: the neighbor seems like she can’t sleep either. he sees her sitting on her porch with a glass in her hand. probably wine. bad vice. he knows. and he knows he shouldn’t approach because of it ... so he stares for a while, her face comes into full view when she shifts her sitting position and he realizes he knows her. he stands from his seat and lets out a small gasp, hand to mouth. then he quickly moves it away, blowing raspberries because of the dirty glove that just touched him ❛ georgia? hey! ❜ for once, not one of his bad associates. she actually could have been something more… something good. klaus, did what he did best, ruined it. but what was shared between them could have been love; another addiction he tried to leave behind. ❛ oh my god, georgia. ❜ he slipped his shoes on and started down the steps. ❛ hey, ❜ a chuckle between words. ❛ hey, it’s me. klaus. ❜ he lifts a hand and waves at her. stopping to check both sides of the street before crossing quickly. closed starter for @honeylies

[seance]

I won’t cry until I hear ‘cause I was not supposed to be here (old ver.)

[sobadbad]

Robert Sheehan as Klaus Hargreeves The Umbrella Academy, season 4

[astriloquum]

[handouija]

vulnerability felt so far at times; oceans away from his heart. no matter how hard he tried to grasp for it fear took his hand instead, leading to a safer path where he could hide himself away. he felt like every part of himself that was raw was buried alive beneath sarcasm, and more often than not, drugs. he needed to drown it until he couldn’t feel it anymore. dave had been a sensitive topic kept mostly to himself, there were few of his siblings who knew. allison, ben, diego. but he never truly let them in. never far enough to ruin the image he had to upkeep. he couldn’t let them see how far gone he was, he couldn’t let them know that truthfully, he too, died that day in vietnam, and on the days when he remembered he still drew breath he’d wished he had died then. dave’s love felt akin to a drug, but without the negative side effects. dave felt so pure and good.

the night had begun to bleed into the day and klaus sat fiddling with his fingers; trying to stay distracted himself and awake. he noticed diego had not been sleeping either; they’d both lost something that made them feel almost human and less broken crime-fighting machines that their father made them. he broke the silence first. ❛ y’know… a part of him died with him. ❜ diego knew of heartache; and even more, he knew of dave. ❛ dave, i mean. ❜ he added for context; but he knew diego knew. even saying his name felt like ripping his freshly stitched up heart from his chest and putting in on display to hungry wolves who would eagerly pick and tear at it. he did not suffer vulnerability well. he suffered it like a child lost in a crowd; anxiety-ridden and fear smothered. ❛ i… don’t think i’ll ever move on. ❜ his eyes were distant; glossy… but not devoid of suffering. ❛ love sucks. ❜ a dry chuckle escapes him and he finally turns his head to see diego. ❛ right? ❜ he wanted to drink. to drown the pain away with the sting of alcohol. closed starter @trickyknives

[handouija]

klaus being addicted to love checks out.

[alicerohrwacher]

Robert Sheehan as Klaus Hargreeves

in The Umbrella Academy (2019-2024)

[handouija]

I MISSED KLAUS'S BIRTHDAYYYYY what a horrible horrible life.

[honeylies]

𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, ❛ the kids are good—ain't none of 'em babies no more. ❜. her mind passed briefly over how much time had passed since they had seen each other. she pulled quickly from her thoughts into the current questions being asked. ❛ i've been… i've been good too. ❜ she smiled widely, then leaned over to look behind him at the garbage, ❛ do you need help finding something? ❜ she still managed to smile as her mind worked though what she might be looking at. she eyes shifted to concern and she leaned in towards him—regretting soon after, ❛ don't tell me you're looking for food… ❜ she pulled away ( ... ) before the smell of garbage on his clothes and skin became to unbearable. ❛ oh, come on out of there and let me buy you something to eat and maybe get you a bath or a shower. ❜

[handouija]

❛ 𝗈𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 — 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗐… 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. ❜ 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗒. ❛ oh ! haha oh no i’ve got this under control — besides! you’re all dolled up, garbage would be a terrible accent to that outfit. ❜ he gave a small chuckle, waving away the offer. ❛ i… am! i’m so hungry…❜ he pulled himself over the side and fell to the ground with a loud thud and a moan. ❛ oh, bless you! ❜ he saw it then, the ghost looming over her shoulder, just briefly. ❛ a quesadilla sounds uh-mazing. ❜ he said looking back to ben, who seemed to be annoying, but still just as curious as klaus himself.

[honeylies]

❛ klaus? ❜ georgia paused as she saw the man from the corner of her eye rummaging through the dumpster. she had often seen him in his worse dilemma's but last she heart he had been in rehab for substance abuse. she never did judge him for what he got into—life was hard enough without all that judgement. ❛ you lose something... in the garbage? ❜ georgia eyed him cautiously, a million questions running in her mind, but she held them on pause as she waited for him to gather himself to explain. he always did have... a reason for the things he did.

@handouija like starter call

[handouija]

𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤, 𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍-𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. ❛ i’ll find it, alright, just !…. shut up… please. pretty... pretty please. ❜ he put his hands together and beneath his chin, poking his lip out before rolling his eyes. her voice gave him a start and he turned, immediately giving a fake southern drawl ❛ oh my goodness is that you, georgia? ❜ he chuckled before speaking normal again. ❛ heyyy, how are you? how have you been? hows the husband? hows the kids? hows the … baby? ❜

[piesmake-a]

THE  PIE  MAKER  BUSIED  HIMSELF  with  the  day's  work.  he  was  grateful  for  the  company.  his  usual  company  (  his  dog,  digby  )  was  also  grateful  for  another  pair  of  hands  that  could  actually  offer  him  affection  when  he  craved  it.  ❛ 𝚒  𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜, ❜  ned  insists,  his  hands  kneading  at  the  dough  as  the  other  assisted,  adding  flour  as  was  needed. 

❛ 𝚒𝚏  𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝... ❜  he  was  never  fond  of  hypotheticals.  ❛   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝!  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚒  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚍𝚒𝚍.  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚘... ❜  as  emerson  cod  liked  to  call  it.  ❛  ...𝚒𝚜  𝚒𝚗  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎…𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜(?).  𝚒  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔. ❜ / OPEN

[handouija]

𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗑 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. ❛ see, i think you’re right, you could be our ace against vampires ! i think we should send you to the first when we find nosferatu — speaking of! ❜ he sits up and points at a pie. ❛ gimme. did you know that his name isn’t even nosferatu? all this time. ❜ he sighed, shaking his head. ❛ he actually had a name… what does nosferatu even mean? ❜ he sighed, eyes wandering to the ceiling. ❛ well, make sure you ask the vampire before you die — i mean before you… kill him? bring him back? ❜ a gasp, as though he figured it out. he punches his fist into his other hand. ❛ deal with him! ❜ a burst of laughter slips past his lips.