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sick song sick edit, reminded me I need to come back to this fandom

hey this edit took me 16 hours i hope you enjoy

real talk: this is my baby. i started it over three months ago. this is one of the most well-made songs i’ve ever heard and it’s literally about doomscrolling. syncing the music to the extremely fast pace of the drums was so unbelievably difficult but so so worth it. genuinely one of my favorite things i’ve ever made, to the point that i’ve been procrastinating posting it for several weeks in case only like two people see it.

but who cares!!! i just wish that whatever two people see it think it’s as cool as i do

take a peek under the cut for the ramblings of a madwoman who spent way too long meticulously planning out every single shot of this thing

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okay so i’ve had a recent fixation on djo, and when i heard this song for the first time i was like “goddamn those drums are so cool, the buildup is fantastic, the vocals are done so well, overall it’s just super good” and then i thought nothing of it otherwise that it was a great song

but then i got this particular bit stuck in my head and suddenly the lyrics started clicking with the siblings a bit too well and i was like..ok so i have no choice but to spend entirely too much time assembling an edit to this particular bit right. like there’s no question i simply have to right

anyway i really did think it would be one of those projects so big that i would procrastinate it until i no longer had any motivation to actually make it and then lo and behold i was just too excited not to get going. so i did

anyway ok so i pictured this edit broken up into three main parts:

a) five’s experience with the apocalypse, since the events of the show basically wouldn’t exist without his knowledge and determination to stop it

b) viktor’s descent into the white violin

c) the four apocalypses and what caused them all building up to this climax before dropping off into the shot of the marigolds at the very end. because if i was a casual viewer that would’ve personally made me lose my marbles

here’s a lyric analysis in the context of tua + the specific visuals i had pictured:

first time through . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

something is about to break — five is about to run right into the apocalypse and change his life in a devastating way / the meal directly before five leaves, cutting abruptly to him realizing his mistake while surrounded by destruction

the fault line has been fractured — nothing can change the inevitability of what is about to happen, five has always been stubborn and determined and he was always going to run right into his own downfall / five with his siblings, seemingly content to stay with them

maybe it’s not too late — exactly what it says, maybe it’s not too late for five to turn around and save himself / mere moments before his mistake, as he runs out of the academy to go prove himself

to learn how to love each other — five can still turn around and realize that what he has is all he needs and that venturing into the unknown may end badly for him / five opening the gates and saying goodbye to the life he could’ve held onto

what’s it gonna take to change it? — what could possibly change the outcome now that five’s messed up? (not a single thing) / five slowly realizing his mistake and trying to undo it contrasted directly to his siblings’ continued lives at the academy

don’t you wanna save this planet? — wouldn’t it have been better to have thought this through? what if he’d been able to prevent the apocalypse by sticking around? (he couldn’t have) / continued shots of five v. his siblings

blame it on manipulation — five could tell himself that it didn’t have to be this way and that it all happened because he just wanted to prove himself to his father / continues shots of five v. his siblings, except he’s come to terms with his situation and he’s now doing what it takes to survive + growing up in this terrible place

we’re human after all — exactly what it says, five was always going to make this mistake because he’s only human at the end of the day / five slowly turning to the handler after hearing her offer, taking in the thought of exactly what he’s going to have to do to survive and save his family

second time through . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

something is about to break — viktor is about to cause the apocalypse and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it / viktor getting overwhelmed by the things he’s learned and his newly-discovered abilities and hurting allison

the fault line has been fractured — the damage has been done, viktor has been hurt and lied to and manipulated and it’s all going to topple over uncontrollably / viktor discovering leonard’s lie and killing him

maybe it’s not too late — maybe if things change, maybe if his siblings could listen and understand what’s going on, the apocalypse wouldn’t be inevitable (it always will be) / viktor going back to the academy to check on allison and ask for forgiveness, just to be locked away like he always has been

to learn how to love each other — luther and klaus and diego can still try talking to viktor before he descends to a point of no return (they won’t) / viktor trying to convince them to let him out and talking to a vision of his younger self

what’s it gonna take to change it? — what could possibly stop viktor now, as he destroys the academy and leaves for the concert at the end of the world? (nothing can) / viktor looking through the home he grew up in and seeing nothing but his family’s contempt for him, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake

don’t you wanna save this planet? — couldn’t this have been prevented? couldn’t his siblings have just talked to him and helped him work through his trauma? couldn’t that alone have saved so many lives? (of course not) /

blame it on manipulation — viktor spent his entire life thinking he was worthless at the manipulation of his father, causing the neglect to build up into mass devastation / viktor seeing allison as he plays and thinking she’s finally there for him, just to discover it was all a ploy to stop him

we’re human after all — viktor is only human, when driven to the point he’s at, he can only take so much before everything builds up and comes to an end / the last moments before everything explodes

anyway that’s about it. i cannot actually express with words how much i loved making this despite how tedious and painstaking it was (and how much i did NOT want to watch s4 to scavenge for clips and also edit them).

i genuinely don’t know if anyone is reading this because it’s more for me to just ramble about a bit of a passion project for me lol. but if you are, i love you thanks

anyway LISTEN TO DJO!!!! listen to djo, especially this song, because i fucking levitated the first time i just sat down and listened to this song, with headphones on and my eyes shut, and took it all in. it’s a song about doomscrolling for the love of god, but the lyrics are masterly crafted and the instrumentals are heavenly. djo is a warlock we charge at dawn

also here’s some more of me rambling about it because i truly never shut up

ok thanks so much for reading and watching and supporting have a lovely day!! mwah mwah mwah

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delores in this outfit

Britney Spears in 2002 ⋆ ˚｡⋆♡

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five hargreeves

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I have not animated in actually years so don’t come at me if its poo

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GRANDPA ☕️⏳

Ko-fi 🌼✨

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LAUR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AF GENUINELY IT WILL BE A GREAT DECISION

HE'S FROM A BOOK SERIES CALLED ARTEMIS FOWL, HE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER.

They're kinda similar, except Artemis can't teleport and also is incredibly physically unfit. Like he'll snap like a twig at a stray gust of wind. Also he knows fairies.

So if you like young geniuses, fairies, magic, magical species, time travel, and just a good read, go read Artemis Fowl you will not regret it

artemis fowl walked so five could run

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hi here are some five doodles that i stacked up while not being able to draw digitally

^ this one i actually really love. i think the hatching is very fun and also the glittery ink is very fun

^ s4 hair and suit in the bath. ignore brendan urie in the corner

^ s4 hair and also listen. i’m telling you. my favorite references to use for five are old men. because the poses and demeanor will always fit him. also old men dress well idc argue with the wall

^ i got too lazy to draw the chainsaw

^ silly little outfit sketches idk could we have put five in a sweater vest. like not the academy outfit but like an old man sweater vest. one he picked out himself. i just think it would be so neat

^ i actually don’t care for this one that much because i think i accidentally made the hair too bulky but im dropping it here anyways lol

okay that is all thank you for tuning in to my old man obsession

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really just need to redraw this picture as five with a rifle

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Panels 25-35/35 of diego being flustered by lila's antics😛

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Finally done hahahar. This was super fun to draw I'm glad I finally got around to it. I have a bunch of ideas when it comes to this au but far from enough stamina to match😭idk when I'll return to them but whenever I do it'll probably be Five or Allison related, I've neglected my faves for far too long.

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Five Obsession Post

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THIS IS AWESOME OMGSH

number five 💥

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I was gone a while but have this reblog of perhaps my favourite scene in tua

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 2.07 — "Öga for Öga"

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It’s been a while since I made the last Klaus fanart. So here one more!

My comms are open so if you are interested, dm me over here, or bluesky/Twitter

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Something about this photo really makes me happy with the results haha ♥

Flower Crown was a gift from a dear friend of mine!

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so sad this is a sideblog so I can't get boops on here

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Addinf a new file to my tua obsidian folder

Here's the thing: I know Delores the mannequin is a coping mechanism. That in itself is a very interesting thing to explore, and I agree that if Five absolutely had to be given a love interest, (not his brother's wife), it should be a new experience and he should get to move on.

That said, I'm still intrigued by the possibilities of introducing a human Dolores through the subway system, partly because she would be a real flesh and blood human person, while Delores wasn't.

Because Delores was a coping mechanism, but maybe in Five's timeline, Dolores did also exist. She just died in the apocalypse, alongside everybody else.

Fast forward to 13-year-old Five getting stuck in the apocalypse. Dolores isn't a ghost or anything like that. She's just a smudged dedication in a book Five found, a face on a polaroid once used as a bookmark.

Months later, Five gives the mannequin he's been carrying around a name.

Delores is born.

And no, Five didn't do this consciously. He doesn't even realise he built Delores in anybody's image until many decades later, when he meets a human version of Delores on the subway.

Except she isn't, not really.

They look similar, but they are different. Dolores isn't Delores, and that's the entire point.

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love this fic go read it

Bitter Sweet. ( Five x Reader Oneshot. )

i have no explanation other than my babies are still alive and that season 4 never happened SEASON 4 NEVER HAPPENED---- Give me snarky, asshole, pragmatic five back before i die. Reblogs/likes/comments all appreciated, thank u.

Title: Bitter Sweet. Fandom: The Umbrella Academy. Pairing: Heavily Implied ! Five x Reader. Rating: T. ( Language, lol. ) Words: 1.2K+ Summary: ( Taking place in an AU after season 4, let me live in my fantasy that's what fanfics are FOR ). You knew how specific Five was about his coffee. You knew he would speak his mind regarding and it was too much fun to let go of.

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Four cubes. 

No, no… Five felt his mouth part in astonishment, crystal clear green eyes peering in languid judgment as your plucked another sugar cube from a pristine porcelain bowl and plopped it right into the white coffee cup that was placed in front of you. It sploshed happily, absorbing the coffee and sweetening the deal for you to enjoy, but that was never the point in the grand scheme. You were ardently aware of how irritating it was, one cube after another. The quantity itself was deliberate and you knew… How you were able to feel his stare hell-bending holes into your face. He was unable to see the liquid despite trying with a narrow gaze but he was willing to bargain much of what he owned that it was pale in color, not even teetering towards tan but more towards plain white.

 A grimace was noticed by Klaus who bargained a chuckle as he looked towards you, seated beside him with raised eyebrows of acute amusement, “You’re desecrating whatever coffee you had, I think Five is going to lunge across the table and take you by the neck---” “Five can shove it.” The innocence that rode against your face was evident as the Hargreeves man  across from you scoffed under his breath at the juxtaposed expression coupled with the aggressive nature of your words. “It’s my cup, not his. We can’t all drink it b---”

“Black like my soul, right?” Five rolled his eyes, shoulders drawing themselves in some minor defense and you were able to see the tightness of which he held himself from the tailored nature of his suit. Five was lanky and skinny, but that didn't seek to say that he was without defined muscles against his sweeping collarbones and it was evident in certain motions that left you reeling back from the hardened words that he responded with.

“Get some original insults, (Name). You’re becoming way too predictable. Boring even---” His voice was incredulous, sticking towards monotonous but still held irate interest in speaking to you, only detectable around the edges and it sang against your ears. 

Flirtatious only to you, aggressive and leaned with hatred to others. A game of cat and mouse, though at times, you were unsure of which one you were playing. “I was going to say bitter just like your personality, but you know me. Predictable.” Klaus held a defensive hand up, grasping at his own cup and pretending he was beckoned elsewhere to avoid the confrontation that was inevitable coming in the way that Five cleared his throat, a hand raising and tightening the bundle of fabric where his tie rested against his throat. 

He straightened it, you noticed with acute mirth, but there was no need to. It was already perfectly placed, part of the morning ritual you imagined he held close to his chest after spending so long cultivating it. Five was… A creature of habit, to many extents. Needless to say, it was one of those simple actions that you enjoyed seeing none-the-less, fingers twitching in a finite need to deshevel the pin-black tie to further push the boundary of where you and Five so often tightroped. No solace was given to either party as his knuckles rubbed against the underside of his sharpened jaw. There was hostility tangling in with notes of attractive coyness as he snapped at you, “You’re a goddamn monster, you know that? Fuck---” “I’m not the one getting angry over how someone else makes their coffee.” You bit back without reserve and another sickly smile placed towards the brunette as you finally picked up your spoon and allowed it to sink into the cup. It scraped -- Horrid, Five felt a shiver run down his spine at the vibrations he could feel against the oak table from your simple movement. Like nails against a chalkboard. 

“Can you even call that coffee?” Five spliced and looked down at his own mug, half-emptied and his saliva still coating and drying where he had last taken a drink against the curve. “Did ya even put any in there? Any beans? Any espresso?” “There’s some in here.” There was a justification with a faux pout which Five remarked as being feverishly unfair. You were good at playing expressions, he was good at playing words. “I think….” You mused and lifted your cup up to your mouth and kissed the rim. Five swallowed hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing which was feasted upon by your eyes before you took a long sip. Control rested in your hands as you refused to let him look away from you. 

Five sneered, your eyes taking in the delectations of seeing his sharpened canines. “You’re going to lose all your teeth from all the shit you put in that. Creamer and then what? Five sugar cubes? Are you a horse? Want me to feed you them straight from my hand?” There was a rustling sound as Five leaned inwards, his suit jacket pulling up with the motion that was placed as he so graciously plucked a sugar cube from the bowl that had been nearly emptied by you and offered it in the palm of his hand. “C’mon, take it. Be a good little horse.” “”Ha-ha,” You laughed sarcastically, smacking his gesture away which sent the cube flying off to be cleaned up later. “I’ll bite your fingers clean off.” “Not if you don’t have any fucking teeth! I kind of hope you do lose them. Hell, take me to the dentist when you get them pulled, I’ll bring them home and make a necklace for you.”

“You DIY things, Five?” There was another laugh from you as you took a sip of your drink, “Never pegged you to be that crafty.” There was emphasis on the word ‘pegged’, Five catching hold of the implication which garnered you that shit-eating grin that was more than infamous at this point. “Just this once.” He smirked, giving you a dimpled smile of feigned innocence to rival the one you splayed for him earlier. Sitting up in his seat, it scooted against the floor below with a loud bellow and you watched with bated astonishment as he leaned against the table to bring his upper half closer to you. Face only inches apart now, you refused to relent eye contact with him and tried to desperately shove down the connotation that you were able to clearly smell the after-shave that he favored. Pinely in scent, you wanted to grasp at his chin and feel the stubble against your fingers but that wasn’t the point here. The point was to be the cat while Five was forced to be the mouse.

“Just for you, a nice necklace and some earrings. Bracelet, maybe? A matching set. You'd look like such a doll."

“I’ll wear the set to your funeral. Clutch them instead of my pearls as I sob, telling everyone what a wonderful ray of sunshine you were to be around before you so tragically died.”

“Is that a date?” 

Five huffed at you as you stood from your seat, his gawk watching the movement with hostility as you craned your body towards him and grasped the base of his tie. Enlightened with curiosity, the disgusting smile of attraction rose along his cheeks, quickly torn to shreds as you pulled the tie downwards, the knot coming undone without reserve. 

“With you six feet under? You bet your damn ass it is.”