WHEN EVIL RAINS

an umbrella academy multi-muse roleplay blog by char.

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i’m moving the babes back over to my main multi ,  as i just don’t have as much muse as i anticipated !  find the babes over at @maimedaffair​

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❝      you  know   ...     you’re  a  real  pain  in  the  ass  sometimes  ,  @bentacled​.    ❞           a  frustrated  little  groan  escapes  the  girl  as  she  lowers  herself  onto  the  ground  from  the  ceiling.                her  door  is  finally  pried  open  ,   brows  raised  at  her  brother  expectantly.           ❝       WHAT  ?       what  is  so   pressing  that  you  couldn’t  wait  past  my  morning  meditation  session  ?     ❞            the  alarms  weren’t  going  off  ,  which  meant  this  was  a  personal  call    -------    her  least  favorite  ,  this  early  in  the  morning.    

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❝     DON’T  COME  ANY  CLOSER  ----------------       i   can’t  control  it.      ❞             his  hands  are  shaking  as  they  glow  that  familiar  bright  white  ;  his  ears  feel  like  they’re  going  to  ring  themselves  into  oblivion.           ❝      JUST  BACK  UP  ,   @limbost​  !     ❞              any  wrong  move  &  he’s  at  risk  of  slicing  someone  into  bits  like  he’d  hurt  allison  -------------  he  can’t  take  that  again.          

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like for a lil baby starter. 

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FT.     NUMBER  FIVE 

he’d always wondered if his siblings had missed him.   he thought that maybe viktor and ben would but the others ?   it was difficult to tell.   it’d taken him  years  to admit to himself how arrogant he’d been as a child,   that if any of them were  glad he was gone  it would have been his own fault.   it was a confession he’d never speak aloud but during many of his nights stranded,   he’d wondered if  he should have cared less  about the  best  and more about being a brother.

he freezes for a moment,   it’s not often  he’s without words  or some form of a snarky response back.   but he finds all he can do is smile weakly.   five shrugs,   ❛   well if i had made it back,   i would have certainly needed it.   ❜

there wasn’t real food at the end of everything,   certainly not towards the end of his time there.   ❛   i never stopped trying to come back.   i just had to get the equations right.   if not   …   ❜   five trails off,   swallowing down a bitter laugh.   in the end,   he hadn’t even done  that  right.   ❛   how bad was it ?   when you finally left home ?   ❜

❝     I  CAN’T  EVEN  IMAGINE  WHAT  IT  WAS  LIKE  ------------  no  people  ,  no  food  ,  no  ...  anything.    ❞             it  sends  a  shudder  through  him  as  he  shifts  in  his  spot  ,  a  discomforted  look  crossing  his  face.           POOR  NUMBER  FIVE    ---------     to  be  alone  in  that  world  for  so  long  without  any  real  hope  of  getting  back  ;  but  he  had  gotten  back  ,  eventually.        FIVE’S  THE  ONLY  ONE  OF  THEM  THAT  COULD  HAVE  SURVIVED  THAT  ,  that  much  he’s  sure  about.      

he  smiles  at  the  others  rendered  silence  ,  amused  that  he  could  stun  someone  as  well  spoken  as  five  into  such  a  state.            ❝      i’m  glad  you’re  here.           &&  i’m  glad  you’re  not  in  an  old  man  body  -------------------  MEANS  WE  GET  MORE  TIME  WITH  YOU.    ❞              a  quiet  little  hum  escapes  him  as  he  looks  down  to  his  hands  ,  smoothing  them  together  as  he  considers  what  to  say.            ❝     it  was   ...     better.       in  ways  ,  at  least.          I  WAS  NORMAL  OUT  THERE  ,  instead  of  being  the  odd  man  out.          worse  in  other  ways  -------  i  was  alone  ...   like  ,  really  alone  ,  for  the  first  time.        kinda  missed  having  diego  &  luther  fighting  all  the  time.       or  hearing  allison  &  klaus’  laughter.          IT  WAS  JUST  SO  QUIET.    ❞

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hey! i was wondering if you had a rules page? thanks!

i actually don't ! if you want a vibe , you can read my rules from my other multi here !

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FT.    NUMBER  FIVE  

The corners of Five’s mouth tilt up in an automatic smirk at the (very poorly-concealed) pride in his little brother’s voice–Jesus, he half-expects Number Two to puff his chest out and preen like he’s a little kid who just aced all his finals. Some things never change, and a warm rush of exasperated affection hits Five squarely in the chest. “Well, I certainly hope Mother’s little helper gets his gold star for the day–I mean, throwing metric-ton dressers down staircases and almost killing your siblings via blunt-force trauma… Looks like hard work.”

Still, he lets his little brother off the hook pretty quick, shrugging off the… surprisingly genuine apology with a loose, lazy lift of his depressingly child-sized shoulders. “No harm, no foul. Although…” he frowns down at the splintered dresser on the floor as he rolls the problem around inside his mind–Grace always has seemed particularly partial to this one, and she shouldn’t have to lose it just because her son happens to be a total idiot. 

“I might…” Of course, he’s never tried it on anything bigger than a coffee cup, and that was purely instinctual, so there’s definitely a pretty wide margin for error, and a not-insignificant risk of failure, but it’s not like the dresser can get any worse, seeing as it’s literally in pieces. “I might just be able to fix this.”

he  smirks  a  bit  at  the  teasing  ,  never  really  upset  by  anyone  teasing  him  about  being  a  MAMA’S  BOY.            he  adored  grace  more  than  any  of  them  ----------   they  all  knew  that  ,  too.            he’d  do  anything  &  everything  for  grace  ,  no  questions  asked.             so  he  does  feel  bad  about  breaking  her  favorite  dresser  just  a  little  bit  more  than  he  feels  bad  about  almost  crushing  five.            

interest  quirks  up  at  the  mention  that  maybe  it  could  be  fixed.          FIVE’S  POWERS  WERE  CERTAINLY  INTERESTING  ----  maybe  he  could  like  ...  time  travel  it  back  into  a  solid  case.            ❝    can  you  ?      cause  that  would  be  freakin’  great.       ❞    

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FT.    DIEGO  HARGREEVES  

“   hey,   stranger.   ”   careful  not  to  drip  blood  onto  the  carpet,   he  ambles  across  the  foyer,   one  hand  clutching  his  bruised  ribs  while  the  other  grips  the  wall  for  support.   “   ran  into  another  guy’s  fist.   it’s  not  as  bad  as  it  looks   –   promise.   ”   his  hard - won  smile,   both  fond  and  apologetic,   is  a  far  cry  from  the  usual  smirk  that  lives  in  its  place   –   a  shade  of  soft  reserved  for  mom  and  mom  alone.   leaning  into  her  gentle  touch,   his  legs  start  to  give  way  beneath  him  and  he  beelines  for  the  nearest  ottoman,   a  sharp  wince  slicing  through  his  words  as  he  settles  onto  the  unforgiving  cushions.   “   let  me  worry  about  dad.   all  i  really  want  is  for  you  to  stitch  me  up  and  tell  me  about  your  day.   could  you  do  that  for  me,   mom  ?   ”

HE  LOOKS  TERRIBLE  !         her  synthetic  heart  clenches  uncomfortably  for  him  -----  her  poor  baby  !            she  can’t  remember  when  people  have  come  to  see  her  -----  was  it  yesterday  or  last  year  ?         {  it’s  been  years  ,  grace.    }           she  follows  him  as  he  has  to  sit  ,  her  hand  moving  to  run  affectionately  through  his  dark  hair.             ❝     of  course  ,  darling.          i’d  be  more  than  happy  to.       ❞   

❝       FIRST  THING’S  FIRST     ----------        ❞                 she  hurries  over  to  a  small  cabinet  with  a  discreet  lock   ----  the  newest  hiding  place  ,  always  aware  that  klaus  could  be  by  to  snoop.            she  retrieves  a  syringe  ,  then  moves  back  to  diego.          SHE’S  VERY  AWARE  OF  HIS  AVERSION  TO  NEEDLES  ,  so  she  offers  him  a  gentle  smile.           ❝     one  ,  two  ,  three  ,  focus  on  me  !   ❞          she  says  in  a  sing-song  verse  as  she  gets  his  gaze  to  stay  on  her.           she  uses  the  high-tech  injector  to  quickly  inject  the  pain  medicine  into  his  arm  ----  nothing  more  than  a  prick  !                    ❝      there  we  go.          much  better  ,  no  ?     ❞

[amanitacaplan]

The Hargeeves accepting Lila as part of their family

[grievingghost]

Vodka on cereal…what a menace to society

[yenvengerberg]

DIEGO & LILA in THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON 3 “That idiot may actually love you.”

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❝       NO  ,  YOU  KNOW  WHAT  ?          you  make  my  stomach  hurt.     ❞         a  frustrated  groan  escapes   the  detective  as  she  rolls  her  eyes  ,  then  turns  her  back  on  him  ,  fully  giving  him  the  full  cold  shoulder.        ❝       don’t  even  try  that  shit  with  me  today  ,  @hasknife​.      ❞

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❝       DIEGO  !       ❞               excitement  is  clear  on  the  robots  lips  as  she  smiles  widely  ,  hands  currently  holding  a  duster   as  she  clasps  them  together.             ❝      oh  ,  you’re  home  !      i  wasn’t  sure  when  you’d  be  back.         &&  you’re  bloody  !         darling  ,  what  happened  ?!     ❞         she  hurries  over  to  her  son  as  if  he’s  still  twelve  &  needs  her  ,  pale  hand  raised  to  inspect  the  cut  along  his  cheek.          ❝        you  weren’t  out  picking  fights  again  ,  were  you  ?      you  know  your  father  hates  that  ,  @hasknife​.      ❞

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@utmalumpluvia​ sent: ❛ i’m glad to have met you. ❜   daverino 

     It’s a gorgeous day today. A little overcast, just how Klaus likes it, but still warm enough for him to unbutton his shirt and feel the fresh dirt beneath his bare feet. He knocks into Dave with childish glee as they walk side by side, bony elbows jutting playfully against the other’s rib cage. He’s not sure where they are, exactly, but he likes it. It’s peaceful. And very quiet, he notices.

     They never really experienced this kind of quiet, in all the time they’ve known each other. Back then, even when the night was free of earth-shattering grenades and the sickening squelch of bullets ripping through flesh, the heavy night air was always alive. Full of snakes in the grass, buzzing locusts and mosquitos ready to eat them alive, the perpetual stirring of those soldiers who slept with their boots on and fidgeted with their flickering lighters in the dark corners of the tent (and, for Klaus, the added fun of those agonized voices that would always sneak up on him without the help of Uncle Sam’s Certified Blend).

     Dave has always been kinda quiet, too. Not soft or shy by any means, but the kind of guy who everyone listens to when he opens his mouth. Especially Klaus. Especially now. 

     “I’m glad to have met you too,” He says. “You’re the best part of my…life.” That last word feels funny in his mouth for some reason, like some sort of deja vu— like that nagging little feeling under his skin that he gets when he forgets to turn the oven off.

     He looks to Dave with furrowed brows, searching for an answer, only he doesn’t even make it to Dave’s eyes because the first thing he’s met with is crimson gore dripping from his lover’s chest. The realization hits him all too fast, but he still manages to gasp before the wind is knocked from his lungs. 

     Dave is dead. Of course he’s dead, Klaus! You held him while he died and came home to wash the blood from your hands and you tried your damndest to bring him back, to summon him forth, but you’re just not strong enough, you’re NEVER strong enough, so you had to meet him halfway, which is honestly the better option anyway because killing yourself is easier than spending another goddamn day without him. 

     When he does make it to Dave’s eyes, he’s met with that same honey sweetness, and it’s goddamn unbearable, but it makes Klaus smile too. 

     He’s not saying “I love you.” He’s saying “Goodbye.”

     “Oh, honey.” He cradles the side of Dave’s face with an inked GOODBYE, and he can’t tell which one of them is icy to the touch, but that won’t stop him from leaning closer for a tender kiss. There’s a stiffness in his bones now, an ache older than time itself, but Klaus swallows it back, keeps his lips pressed to Dave’s because that’s all he’s ever wanted, and Dave still tastes like the hazy memory of vodka and coca-cola and it makes Klaus want to salt the fucking earth just to keep tasting it.

      “No…I don’t wanna go, don’t make me go.” He pleas to whatever power lurks beyond the monochrome shrubbery, curls his toes into the dampened earth, and reaches out to wrap both arms around his lover but it already feels WRONG, like they’re underwater, and he’s drifting, and god, please, NO!

     The pain is persistent, now. Clawing up through him like a feral animal against the brittle cage of his ribs, and he coughs and sputters and curls his fingers into the flesh of Dave’s back (it feels like sand slipping through his fingers).

     “I’ll find you again, okay baby? I’ll come back and I’ll find you, please, just wait for me. Wait for me, Dave.”

     Someone is gasping in his ear, loud and rattling, and he wants to scream at them to shut up but it’s his own voice, and the pain is fucking unbearable as it spreads with every devastating beat of his heart as it stutters back from the grave. Still, he balls his hands into fists and refuses to close his eyes— if he’s fading back to life, he wants Dave’s face to be the last thing he sees.

     (It always is.)

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like for a lil baby starter. 

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CREEPING  ALONG  THE  CEILING  LIKE  A  SPIDER  HAS  IT’S  ADVANTAGES  ,  especially  considering  he  can’t  get  up  here.         but  he’s  capable  of  jumping  at  least  near  her  ,  so  she’s  staying  silent.            quiet  as  a  mouse  ,  her  fingers  glow  blue  ,  supporting  her  weight  against  the  ceiling.            a  little  puff  of  wind  is  blow  towards  her  face  ,  trying  to  get  the  hair  hanging  around  her  out  of  the  way.           

❛  i totally promise i won’t murder you when i find you.  ❜   /   @dvnities​

she  doesn’t  believe  him  ----------  why  should  she  ?           it’s  hard  to  trust  someone  who  definitely  would  hurt  her  should  she  reveal  herself.         but  she  wants  to  give  him  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  ;  luther  was  trustworthy.           so  she  lowers  herself  down  behind  him  silently  ,  unsure  expression  on  her  face.           ❝      don’t  make  me  regret  this.       ❞

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FT.      NUMBER  FIVE  

his mouth opens and closes,   technically speaking,   viktor was right.   five could do a lot of things but there wasn’t much he could do in the face of an utter medical disaster,   ❛   aortic aneurysms in youth are rare.   they only manifest when there’s a present pre-existing condition,   of which i  do not have.   ❜

when viktor’s lips part,   something settles deep in five’s stomach,   something he hadn’t felt in decades : comfort.   he’d forgotten  what it felt like to have softness  directed towards him instead of frustrations as sharp as a blade.   head dips down as his lips move along with viktor’s,   weakly mouthing the words to the song.   ❛   i missed you,   ❜   he speaks only at the end of the song,   ❛   all those years alone,  i never forgot you,   how  lucky  i was to have you as a brother.   ❜   this is the sort of thing he’d have killed for while he was alone.   he supposed in many ways,   he had.

IT  FEELS  LIKE  THEIR  CHILDHOOD  ALL  OVER  AGAIN ,  when  viktor  had  spent  nights  sitting  up  with  five  -----------  never  really  as  close  as   siblings  should  be  ,  but  certainly  his  favorite.           the  one  to  treat  him  like  a  normal  human  when  their  father  beat  his  head  that  he  was  weak  &  un-extraordinary.        THAT  NEVER  REALLY  MATTERED  TO  FIVE.          viktor  had  always  appreciated  that.           craved  feeling  like  one  of  the  hargreeves  without  being  the  disappointment.         

still.       five’s  words  pluck  at  his  heartstrings  &  draw  tears  to  his  eyes  without  much  effort.          IT  WAS  HARD  TO  GET  FIVE’S  SOFT  SPOT  OUT  ,  but  viktor  always  managed  it  somehow.           that  was  his  superpower  all  throughout  childhood  ,  he  supposes.         

❝      I  MISSED  YOU  ,  TOO.       so  much.       i  used  to  make  those  marshmallow  sandwiches  for  you  &  sit  up  until  i  fell  asleep  with  a  window  open  ,  just  in  case  you  came  home.     ❞         a  choked  little  laugh  escapes  him  as  he  ducks  his  head.        only  pogo  really  knew  about  that.            MAYBE  FIVE  WOULD  THINK  IT  SILLY  ,  but  maybe  it  would  comfort  him  to  know  at  least  one  of  them  had  never  forgotten  about  him  &  prayed  for  his  return.