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Just a reminder dears that follows come from @goodpeopledie. Sorry for my lack of activity. I’ve been sick, I’ve had family emergencies as well. Work has started, as well. 

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PSA: Stop unfollowing and refollowing to get my attention.

I’ll block you.

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fourfrickinhorsmen‌:

He has a sinking suspicion that she knows, call it a hunch. Hard to really tell, given her ability for expression was limited. He gives a crooked smile, another attempt at playing the innocent card. It wasn’t like he’d burned them or threw them out. He simply wasn’t done with them. They return to their rightful spot when he got the information he needed. Nothing more, nothing less. When the question arose to as if he wanted to join her or not he gives a shrug; why not. “ Sure. What’s on the menu this evening? ” he asks, moving to stand from the sofa in the study, gesturing for her to lead the way.

The grin on Grace’s face seems almost permanent when she uses it so much. It by no means is but, she must maintain the cheery 50s housewife vibe that had been programmed to have. There were times, such as when she spoke to Pogo that the facade came down. Amongst her children though? Never. 

❝I’ll be making a Sunday roast.❞ She informed him.  ❝Would you like to help cook dinner or would you prefer to just keep me company, dear?❞

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theseancekid‌:

Klaus knew he should have felt ashamed. A thirty year old drug addict crying into his mothers arms was nothing less than pathetic. But it was impossible to feel that way around his mother. He’d betrayed her countless time; whether it was running away from home or sneaking painkillers from her medic supplies, Klaus would always feel like a shitty son. And yet, despite it all, she was still here, with open arms and a bright, warm smile. And that meant the world to Klaus.

He pressed his face into her shoulder, trying not to think of the metal framework beneath. Though he nodded at her words, he wasn’t quite sure he could get himself to believe it. He’d been fighting this battle as long as he could remember, and it was exhausting. At this point, he wondered if it was worth anything, to go through this much pain? For all he knew, he could wake up back at square one again tomorrow. 

“…what if I can’t, though?” he whispered on shallow breath.

Grace held Klaus close, one hand on his back and the other in his hair. She couldn’t change the past, even if she wished she could. What would she do differently if her coding stood back then, as it does now? She exhibits more free will than she had up until Reginald’s death. She had unwittingly become Klaus’ first dealer, after all. Stolen medication straight from her medical supply. 

But, she still could only smile and hold him. The whispered question would be heart breaking, if she had a heart. Even so, it brings what she could only imagine heartbreak feels like. 

❝We’ll take it one step at a time, dear.❞ She answered. ❝We’ll make it through. I’ll help you every step of the way. You can do it.❞

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     “ I couldn’t say honestly, one second it was there…and the next it wasn’t. ” taking notes from their father’s office; even in death, wouldn’t go unnoticed it seemed. Grace having near caught him red handed, he’s surprised that she’d managed to single it down to him. Especially given Klaus was in the house somewhere with his grubby little greedy klepto mitts. He gives one of his priced innocent smiles, or an attempt at one. A shrug of his shoulders. Play it cool, play it collected; she’ll never figure it out. 

❝Oh my. Well, I don’t think they grew legs and just walked away, silly.❞ She says as she step closer and smiles down at Five. ❝I’m looking for some important notes, though. Please let me know if you see them. They would have been from your Father’s study.❞ She lets him know and puts her hands on her hips for one brief moment. She can be very quiet when she wants to, walk without her heels clicking on the flooring. A mother is supposed to know what is going on in her house. She thinks she does. ❝Would you like to come down to the kitchen with me while I make dinner for everyone?❞

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There were so many possible conclusions that Grace could come to, each calculation run carefully as she processes Klaus’ recent behaviour. There’s been a lot of sneaking around, it’s something she has managed to avoid reporting back to Reginald as despite Klaus meeting first and lights out round checks, she makes sure to do a round in the middle of the night to check on her children. 

 This evening, there was no training in the mausoleum but Klaus was out of bed unlike her other children and she stood, waiting in the hopes that he would be inside shortly. Sure enough, just as she was about to make one more pass through, in came number Four. 

❝Darling, is there something you’d like to tell me?❞

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             there had been no choice except to view them as a unit, a boarding school of orphans cultivated rather than raised. five likes them, some more than others, but they are not family.

   ❝ what? ❞   vague annoyance, but no malice. he’s searching the bottom drawer of his dresser, his hands pushing aside clothes that still fit as they had the day he disappeared. he finally turns, eyes lifting up. ( we are not a family and she is not a person. ) ironic thought from someone who married a mannequin; he pauses and then turns away. back to his task. he still likes her.

   grace. he likes her, as much as one can. her programming is pleasant; she’s warm.

   ❝ come in, ❞   he says at last, sighing.   ❝ i’m just… looking for something. ❞

Sixteen years, nearly seventeen, and Five’s room had been left alone. Save for Grace’s cleaning so that cobwebs couldn’t form nor could dust settle. Everything was left virtually alone, save for those moments and she wears a cheery smile as she stands by the door frame, awaiting permission to enter. 

There’s a steady clack of her heels on the flooring, an even measured gait that had no hesitation, the whirring of gears and fans were so quiet that the layers of insulation and rubber blocked them out and she came to stand beside Five. 

He was looking for something? 

❝What are you looking for, dear?❞ She asked as she crouches down to help but, keeps her hands back. Despite her programming telling her to help, she knew her son. Five was always independent and often refused assistance.

❝Perhaps we can look together?❞

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Reminder to my followers, Grace is a sideblog to my Ben. @goodpeopledie That is where my follow backs come from. So if I like a starter or plotting call, you’ll see it from that blog.

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Hey guys, I’m gonna be pretty quiet for a few days. Family emergency going on. I’ll be on discord and I’ll answer messages sent through IM.

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               {Indie}                                        {promo image by @ivorystrings}

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                     indie.                     semi-selective.                     canon.                                                    {promo credit}

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An Unnamed NPC: Lol, there’s not an AI system out there advanced enough to develop its own emotions. Like, name one robot that can truly love someone else?

An Uninvited, Grown-Up Diego Hargreeves:

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❝Diego, dear,❞ she said as she opened the front door of the manor. Grace had a wide grin on her face, happy to see him. She wasn’t often visited by her children these days and it left her very little to do with none off them living there anymore.  

❝It’s lovely to have you home, darling. How about we go make some cookies and you tell me about your day?❞

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Shall we try again? Better eat that oatmeal before it gets cold.

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requested: Grace tending to Five’s wounds in 1.07

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the umbrella academy meme: [¾] Outfits                     Grace’s outfits  ♡