#chestofhorrors

[rumorsabound]

continued from (x)  @chestofhorrors​ {BEN // ALLISON}

She winced as her brother snapped, laying her hand on the doorway as she looked around. Maybe trying to make light of things had been the wrong approach. But there was so much darkness around him, all the time. And Klaus seemed to be able to make him laugh just fine. “Don’t worry about it... I just wanted to see if you needed any help uh...cleaning up?”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@chestofhorrors liked for a starter x

“Tell me that you saw, who sneaked into my room.” Words kind of tensive, kind of abrupt. Family reunions; a thousand evanescent memories of happy days were supposed to be awake. Yet, the all too inexplicable disappearance of something from his room, had triggered nothing but the annoyance of a once childhood. He suspected few people already: the ones, who either never grew up or had a thing about vengeance. Either way, the response would come: the payback. “I won’t tell them that you told me.”

[deathhumored]

***  GRACE  &  BEN  ;  @chestofhorrors​

❛    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑  ?   ❜               a  delighted  little  giggle  escapes  the  woman  as  she  spots  him.     she  quickly  waves  him  over.     ❛    would  you  come  here  for  a  moment  ?     ❜ 

[rumorsabound]

Frozen - What is your muse’s relationship with their siblings like?

Like most things in Allison’s life, her relationship with her siblings is something she’s been desperately trying to course correct after the life she did have fell apart. It helped her to realize the important things and after Reginald’s death she’s really been trying to make an effort. After leaving the Academy she really only kept in contact with Klaus when he was “on the map” and maybe Diego on occasion. Everyone else fell to the wayside. She tried with Luther for a while, but their father had a way of sinking his claws into someone that if they weren’t careful, the only world they could see was the one where Reginald was the sole person in it. And then Luther left for the moon and that was too much of a long distance call for Allison to make. 

For the longest time Allison opinion of her siblings were that they were the worst people, but also the best. For her. It wasn’t Reginald that made her who she was, though he did exacerbate her deep, deep faults. It was the kids her own age that she grew up with who taught her good things and things she was never meant to learn too. They were her echo chamber and a lot of who she was back when she was younger and the person she’s now trying to be for them is their doing.

A SERIES OF HEADCANON PROMPTS INSPIRED BY DISNEY MOVIES  // ACCEPTING

[deathhumored]

@chestofhorrors​  /  ❛ I hate it here. ❜ -for Allison uwu

in  the  quiet  moments  of  their  lives  there  at  the  umbrella  academy  ,  it  was  not  uncommon  to  hear  someone  complain.         though  ,  it  was  always  hushed  ----  fear  of  reginald  hearing  overpowering  the  need  to  voice  their  woes.          allison  had  it  easiest  of  the  siblings  ;   after  all  ,  she  could  simply  rumor  her  father  into  leaving  her  alone.          her  siblings  were  not  so  lucky  ---  she  was  not  blind  to  that.        maybe  a  bit  conceited  &  smug  ,  but  not  blind.          ben  was  not  like  the  rest  of  them  ;  his  power  was  so. . .       much.             did  horrible  things  no  matter  what.        she  couldn’t  imagine  his  suffering.    

glancing  up  from  her  magazine  ,  she  tried  to  offer  him  a  smile.          ❛     want  to  look  at  the  article  they  wrote  about  us. . . ?      ❜         she  scoots  closer  to  him  on  the  sofa  &  points  to  the  two  page  spread  they’d  been  given.         ❛         we  saved  those  people. . .      so  they’re  THANKING  US.       that’s  what  it’s  all  about  ,  right  ?      ❜      

[tempportal]

@chestofhorrors​​ said: "please, don’t go."

Five stopped, the sharp lead tip of the pencil still pressed flat to the white page, and a hard, tight knot tangled up in his stomach, to look up at his little brother. Ben didn’t understand. Ben still didn’t understand. He still didn’t get it. He still didn’t see. Like Vanya didn’t understand. Like Vanya didn’t get it. Like Vanya didn’t see. 

Time travel wasn’t all a beautiful, distant dream in the back of his brain, a bright, shimmering fantasy he had built up, it wasn’t a shining castle in the air, it was real, and it dangled before him, day and night, like the golden key to this gilded cage he had never stepped outside. Time travel was a way out. Time travel could take him, and all his brothers and all his sisters and Grace and Pogo, out of the Academy, and into a life, into a world, into a future, where Dad could never lay a hand on them ever again.

Time travel was a way out. 

Time travel could give them all a better life. 

But Ben didn’t understand. And Vanya didn’t understand.

And Five couldn’t explain. He couldn’t tell Ben, and he couldn’t tell Vanya, and he couldn’t tell a soul, because what if it didn’t work? What if he couldn’t do it? What if he could never do it? What if he filled his whole family up with false hope for absolutely nothing?

No. 

He couldn’t. 

“Don’t count your chickens,” he said, instead, and he didn’t know if he meant it for his brother or for himself. He picked up his pencil, and he scribbled a new string of numbers in the narrow margins of the page. “I’m obviously not packing my bags and plunging into the future right this second.”       

[tempportal]

@chestofhorrors​​ said: "i need you to teach me to be a douchebag."

This is not even a tenth of a fraction of a decimal as batshit insane as half the shit Klaus spouts off, all entirely unprompted, on the daily, so Five only leans back in his seat, tips his head up, and arches a brow at his little brother. His sweet-as-a-spoonful-of-goddamn-sugar little brother. “Yeah, no, I’m pretty sure you’re a hopeless case. Trust me. I know. Vanya is, too.” He’s tried his best to harden Vanya at least a little bit--come on, she’s the kind of girl to stop for hitchhikers on the side of the road, or throw her doors open wide to welcome complete strangers into her home!--but he’s pretty sure he could still literally stab his sister, and she would say sorry for getting her blood on his shoes.

“Well,” he shuts the book on his knees, puts his coffee down on his desk, and spins around in the desk chair to face Ben, because it’s obvious he’s not going to get his brother to leave soon (and, also, it’s impossible even for him to be mean to Ben, the big damn eyes get him every time), “out with it. Why do you need to be a douchebag, and how much time do I have to turn you into one?”