THERE'S SOMETHING MIGHTY SPOOKY GOING ON!

ind. horror multi-muse by kels.

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                      【  YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD. GAME OVER. 】

𝟶𝟷.   𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚜! (𝟸𝟽 / 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚑𝚎 ) 𝟶𝟸.    𝚑𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝟶𝟹.    𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 / 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝟶𝟺.    𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝟶𝟻.    𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠.  𝟶𝟼.    𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎. / 𝚙𝚜𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝.

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i like the fruity guy in the crop top in the backrooms trailer thats how juns trying to pull up

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guys do not be alarmed i remembered the password to my multi

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me, but talking like jigsaw: hello besties

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IT-ch2-adjacent TBC au graham as an adult probably regressed on his character development eddie k style a fair bit. is at a job he hates that pays well but he has to learn the power of friendship again when he returns to redacre. and also everyone must continue to hear about how much he doesnt want to be here

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friends and family im in tua hell over at @paradoxcd please think of me in these trying times

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 miss my five blog but can’t act like this

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ophe and tinez said i could do it so @paradoxcd

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@bledlose​​  said:  it's  an  impulsive  thing,  the  hug.  viktor  had  become  overwhelmed  with  the  simple  act  of  five  smoothing  the  wrinkles  on  his  cuff-  the  cuff  of  the  suit's  dress  shirt,  something  so  new,  so  freeing,  so  right-  that  he  could  do  nothing  but  pull  him  close.  smile  tucked  into  shoulder,  it's  startlingly  warm.  'thank  you,  this...''  voice  unsteady,  it  takes  a  moment  for  it  to  rise  above  a  ghost  of  a  whisper.  'this  means  so  much  to  me,  five.  thank  you.''  -  &  then  the  moment  is  gone,  and  viktor  is  pulling  away  again,  turning  his  attention  back  to  himself  in  the  mirror.

                                        there  was  no  universe,  no  time,  he  had  expected  to  live  long  enough  to  be  doing  something  so  menial.  he’s  reminded,  again,  of  what  he’s  missed  in  his  decades  away.  that  he  was  simply  not  there  —  that  what  he  did  know,  he  had  gleaned  from  viktor’s  own  words  —  from  a  tattered  copy  of  his  tell-all,  in  the  skeleton  of  a  apocalyptic  library.  so,  perhaps  he  doesn’t  have  much  to  draw  on.  but  he  doesn’t  think  he  can  recall  a  time,  even  back  in  the  academy  days,  that  viktor  had  ever  looked  so  relaxed.  happy.

mostly,  five  remembers  a  viktor  that  had  made  himself  invisible  in  a  given  room,  silent  at  the  dinner  table.  or  perched  on  those  big  oak  stairs,  watching  while  the  rest  of  them  waited  in  line  to  have  the  umbrella  etched  into  each  of  their  wrists.  five  had  sat  in  front  of  him  after  it  was  said  and  done,  and  fixed  the  imitation  lines  of  permanent  marker  for  him.  don’t  let  dad  see  it.  he’ll  flip.  

five  comes  back  to  himself,  standing  about  as  tall  as  he  was  back  then,  next  to  viktor  in  the  mirror;  what  a  goddamn  cosmic  joke.  five  sighs  lightly;   ❝  call  it  making  up  for  lost  time.  ❞   he  rolls  his  eyes  as  he  finishes  adjusting  his  brother’s  cufflinks;   ❝  besides.  i  wouldn’t  exactly  be  doing  you  any  favours,  letting  you  walk  around  dressed  like  one  of  our  dimwit  brothers,  ❞   five  says,  frowning  up  at  him.  luther’s  enthusiasm  to  foist  his  oversized  hand-me-downs  onto  the  both  of  them  was  endearing,  admittedly  —  but  completely  useless.  

was  viktor  smiling?  it  distracts  him  enough  that  he’s  unprepared  for  the  sudden  display  of  affection  that  follows.  the  motion  is  fleeting   —  nearly  careless  in  nature,  but  five  only  stiffens.  the  embrace  isn’t  even  long  enough  for  him  to  react,  but  it  punches  the  words  clean  out  of  him,  jams  the  ever-turning  wheels  in  his  head  to  a  full-stop.  he  curls  his  fingers  into  his  palms.  the  moment  is  gone,  and  five  clears  his  throat.   ❝  …you’re  welcome, viktor,  ❞  he  manages,  after  a  moment.  his  expression  regains  its  neutral  furrow,  and  he  claps  a  hand  on  viktor’s  shoulder  as  he  passes.  there’s  something  less  tight,  and  less  terse,  in  his  face.   ❝  i’m...  happy  that  you’re  happy.  ❞   

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sorry for not doing plot calls ever but feel free 2 tap heart if ur down for me to slide into the dms with my bad ideas <3

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anyway it’s about how five is in a continuous cycle of the world ending over and over, and it has been since he was 13. everyone else has been trying to save the world for like 30 days roughly, but five watched them all die to the world ending, and then spent something like 40-50 years just trying to get back to his family’s time in order to save them. and then for most of those next 30 days, he was making deals for their safety, and being the one everyone relied on to Know What To Do. and then, and then, this time when the world is about to be swallowed in a black hole, he finds his older self who tells him explicitly to Not Save The World. and his hand still gets forced anyway. he just wanted to rest and let it all end and not be responsible for it for once, but the second his stupid siblings are going in, of course he’s following them, to try their last ditch effort, bc he would never really hesitate. and then they get spit back out, and the world isn’t ending, but everyone’s leaving him. he spent all this time trying to get back to his family, and they’re going their separate ways. and that's why he’s the last one to leave viktor in the courtyard.

[taiturner]

Aidan Gallagher as FIVE The Umbrella Academy | Season 2

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got distracted by video games again sorry for being this way

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@gohsting​​​​  said:  “  why  does  it  always  have  to  be  a  fight  with  you?  ”  

                  ❝  i’m  not  —  we’re  not!  ❞   he  insists,  incredulous.   ❝  you’re  the  one  that  wandered  off  on  your  own,  like  always,  and  —  ❞   he  trails  off  with  a  pout,  vaguely  pathetic.  for  once,  graham  goes  quiet,  trying  to  ignore  the  prickling  behind  his  eyes.  he  swipes  at  them  with  the  back  of  his  hand  quickly.  so  maybe  it  had  been  his  own  actions  that  got  him  locked  in  this  claustrophobic  box  in  the  first  place,  but   —  well,  it  didn’t  really  matter;  and  he  was  quite  familiar  with  kaz’s   very-special  brand  of  disappointed  look.

he  still  vaguely  wants  to  throw  up.  but  his  breathing  finally  evens,  full-on  panic-attack  averted.  palms  press  to  the  glass,  and  he  lowers  his  voice;   ❝  i  just,  ❞   he  drops  his  gaze,  and  folds  his  arms.   ❝  …  i  thought.  i  thought  you  left  me,  okay?  ❞   he  gives  a  little  shiver,  nods  toward  the  number pad  by  the  door;   ❝  pretty  please  will  you  let  me  out,  kaz.  sorry.  please.  i  didn’t  mean  it.  i - i  don’t  want  to  be  down  here  anymore.  ❞

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