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skynobi · 2 years
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this show is the bane of my existence but idk. Fivey
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finnsfunworld · 22 days
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yall i cant actually be bothered so im asking here: sparrows should be capitalized yea? not when im refering to them as the Sparrow Academy, but just the sparrows
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gee i wonder who that guy could be!
a little comic of @wifeguy-luther's fic theory of quantum superposition, from the end scene of the first chapter. i love some alternate universe meets canon shenanigans, and this fic is ALL alternate universe meets canon shenanigans.
[ID: an 8-panel comic set during a fic of The Umbrella Academy. The Hargreeves minus Five have found themselves in an alternate timeline and have asked Murphy (or rather, Murphy's boss) to help them fix their broken briefcase. The Hargreeves are mostly wearing amalgams of their outfits in seasons 2 and 3. Murphy is a blond woman wearing a black blazer and a pink button up.
Panel 1: Murphy is seated at a table with a pizza on it. She is holding a cup of soda and gesturing with both hands. She says "The professor wouldn't have been able to help you anyway. Her work is theoretical."
Panel 2: Sipping now from the cup of soda, Murphy continues, "She can't fix your time machine. She doesn't have an engineering background."
Panel 3: All five of the present Hargreeves. They look varying levels of shocked, worried, and outraged, except Klaus, who is reaching for a slice of pizza. In unison, they all (except Klaus) think "shit."
Panel 4: Murphy continues, "but I do." She adds, "My friend and I actually know a lot about this stuff."
Panel 5: The same shot of the Hargreeves, all looking less worried. Still, Luther looks skeptical and asks, "You and your friend know a lot about instant temporal-spacial travel?"
Panel 6: "Instant temporal-spacial travel?" asks another voice. The Hargreeves all look offscreen, surprised, except Klaus, who is eating pizza.
Panel 7: A hand belonging to an unknown person pulls out a chair. "Yeah," they say,
Panel 8: "I suppose I know a thing or two." The person is revealed; a man in a sweater vest who looks remarkably like Five. End ID.]
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mutopians · 1 month
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are you normal or did you just read @ford-ye-fiji's run, boy, run series for the third time because holy SHOOT am i obsessed
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slytherheign · 2 months
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let’s talk about the umbrella academy’s final season. HERE’S MY UNBIASED RATING AND NO SPOILER REVIEW FOR SEASON 4:
0/5.
i am serious about this. they ruined the characters we used to love. what i hoped would be the show’s redemption after a disappointing 3rd season turned out to be its ruin. kinda sad that the finale ended up like this. the last moments should’ve made me tear up or at least made me nostalgic, but no, i simply did not feel anything and was void of any emotions because of how they butchered the show. eps 1-4 were fun to watch but even then i can’t give it at least a 0.5 because of how they ended everything and made our favorite characters do things that they would never do. honestly, the last few episodes seemed like it was written by a 6th grader. i’d even go as far as saying that fanfic writers can do a better job at writing for this show. NOT WORTH WATCHING AT ALL. if you don’t want to hate this show, i suggest don’t even watch this season at all. just imagine what happens next in your head, trust me, it’s way better than what they have done. what hurt me the most was that they made me HATE the character that i LOVED so much for years. that was the final straw for me. i am not just disappointed, i am absolutely appalled.
they ruined everything. the story they built for 5 years resulted in an absolute garbage.
what an absolute shitshow.
i will pretend that the umbrella academy only had two seasons. only in that way could i even salvage even just a little love i had for these characters.
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a-heart-of-kyber · 1 month
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I really kept Netflix despite clocking that s4 was gonna be trash 10miles out and now I'm debating if I cancel without ever even watching it.
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sharkneto · 2 years
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post the long ass five and allison talk, post it, share it (please and thank you) 🔪
Did you know this wip is at like 9k words? I didn't realize that until I was looking for a chunk to snip, which was also hard because I like it all so much. It's slow writing, though, because it uses so much of my brain to think through these dense conversations and align S3 actions and motivations and what not. One day I'll have it done. One day 😪 But here, have a small section of all of Allison's and Five's words:
“I lost my family!”
“If only there was someone who could understand that!” Five throws right back, seeming to surprise himself with that as he blinks and takes a quick drink, averting his gaze.
Allison sits with that for a second. Because he’s right. For some reason, that’s a piece of Five that they all constantly forget about despite it being so blatant in everything he does. She blames it on his acerbic nature. Still, “So why didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Where were you? I was losing my mind. I thought I was alone, that none of you cared that Claire was gone. Because you did understand, but you weren’t there.”
He studies his drink. The quiet stretches between them. Allison waits, the phantom of that grief and hurt from that time in her chest, aching. Eventually he sighs. “Fifty-eight and I just can never seem to do the right thing.” He gives her a sideways look. “I thought Viktor had it. He said he was handling the situation. Klaus asked if I wanted to go on a road trip with him, secretly to go find his birth mother but I didn’t know that, then. And…” He pauses, his gaze slightly distant. “And I wanted a vacation.”
The hurt pulses. She takes a careful breath around it.
“And then it didn’t matter,” Five finishes. “We found the paradox and then there was the kugelblitz and priorities had to be adjusted.”
“Did you have a nice vacation at least?” she asks, bitter. She had to do everything alone because her brother wanted to go on a road trip.
He nods, missing her sarcasm. “Yeah. Was my first vacation in… well, ever. We saw the world’s biggest ball of twine.”
It’s unexpected enough that it jolts Allison from her anger a little. “The world’s biggest ball of twine?”
He nods again.
“…Was it big?”
“Yeah. Seemed big enough, although my current perspective might be a little biased.” He twitches a hand, indicating his short height, and the corner of his mouth lifts up.
It’s quiet again as they take a moment, lost in their own thoughts. What Five said didn’t actually explain why he wasn’t there, except it does. It’s very simple. Viktor said he was handling her, Klaus asked him directly to do something, and he had come off of two weeks of straight apocalypses. And then once there was a new apocalypse, that was his priority again.
Except it wasn’t, not this time.
Allison sighs. This isn’t getting her anywhere, it’s not helping.
Five glances at her.
She backtracks. “If we had talked, if you hadn’t gone with Klaus and before everything with the kugelblitz, what would you have told me?”
“How do you mean?”
“Like, with… losing Claire. That it gets easier?”
“Oh, no,” he says immediately with a frown. “No, it… it never does.”
When he doesn’t add anything more, she prompts, “That’s it?”
He shrugs. “You figure it out.”
“Would you have helped me figure it out? Helped me get Claire back?”
There’s a hitch before he answers and that tells Allison everything she needs to know. “Really?” she interrupts, incredulous.
He restarts with a grimace, not looking at her again. “It doesn’t matter what I would or wouldn’t have done.”
She scoffs. “Five, of course does.”
“I don’t have the information, Allison! I would have looked, alright? I would have tried, but I can’t tell you that I would have been able to get her back and I thought you’d appreciate the straight answer. I don’t know. I didn’t know that timeline well, I don’t know what I could or couldn’t have done.”
“So you can rip time apart however you want when you lose people, but if the rest of us do, suddenly you can’t?” she demands, ignoring the fact she’s one of the people Five ripped time apart for.
“Yes!” Five snaps, matching her energy and getting defensive. “Yes. Because when I did it, there weren’t any other variables. If I did it wrong, well, everyone was already dead. Claire would have been a very tricky needle to thread. I mess up and we’re in the same spot as the kugelblitz. Or we have Claire but we lost Luther.”
His choice of a hypothetical sibling to have lost is not arbitrary. Allison grits her teeth against it. “So then you try again, Five! Isn’t that the point of time travel?”
“How many times do I have to explain to you all that that’s not how time travel works? Especially mine. I’m not… I wasn’t good at it.”
She refuses to get stuck on the reminder of the fucked up no-powers situation and bowls through it. “You had a briefcase! You could have used that!”
“We needed it to figure out the kugelblitz situation.”
“You had two, what happened to the other?”
“Fried. Trying to get it to work around the kugelblitz.”
“So then you get why I had to do what I had to do to fix things. And I did it for all of us!”
“Because I haven’t been doing things for all of us?”
“You voted against saving the world! You voted that we all die!”
That brings him up short.   
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clementineofmine · 11 months
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Wow I finally updated my fic after.....6 months of crazy life and brain rot and writers block and then kicking myself for putting 2, count em, 2 action scenes in one chapter?!?!? Who do I think I am???
In any case, Diego gets some sense knocked into him (literally), Luther saved me from a plot hole (thank you), and Klaus saves the day. What more can you ask for?!?!
Only one chapter left will they or won't they <escape Reginald's clutches>??
Guys it's getting EXCITING!!!
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the-sun-and-the-sea · 2 months
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so…can i interest yall in my umbrella academy series that was written way before we even knew there’d be a season 4?
and if you like 2nd person pov check this out
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sunflowersand-bees · 2 years
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You guys ever think about how Ben was the only one who ever saw Klaus? Who listened to him and heard him? He was the only one who really knew Klaus, and he still loved him. And then he was gone. Klaus was alone again. His siblings don't count, since most of them brush him off any chance they get.
So he tries to find a purpose, since his previous purpose just disintegrated into blue dust. His new purpose is to find his mother. And then she's dead.
So he tries to figure out who killed her. In doing so, he ends up with his father, who tortured and murdered him as a child, but it's not the same father who tortured and murdered him. He seems different. And even if Klaus looks like an adult, being with his father sends him right back where he was all those years ago, when he was a kid. He still just wants to be loved, just like all of his siblings.
So he falls for his trap. Because this Reginald Hargreeves listens to Klaus and appreciates what he says. This Reginald Hargreeves makes Klaus believe that he's worthy. This Reginald Hargreeves helps Klaus reach his full potential. Even if his methods were a little unconventional. But Klaus can handle unconventional. He's unconventional after all.
And then, just when he believes that his father has changed, Reginald Hargreeves murders Luther. Then he tries to kill Klaus, and Klaus dies for a little while. He's tired of being treated like shit. The Void treats him better than his family ever did, in any timeline.
But he still cares about them, regardless of what's happened in the past. So he goes back and immediately gets attacked by his father. Because of course.
He learns that his father used him, and that he was part of the reason they're all about to die. Again. And again. And then they've lost their powers and that's partly his fault too. Partly Allison's, partly Reginald's, partly Klaus's.
And then they all split up, and Klaus, despite chasing after his brother, is alone again.
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I think it would be insanely funny if Umbrella!Ben and Sparrow!Ben interacted, like the potential of them interacting would have me in the stratosphere. I can literally see Brellie!Ben being his usual ghost bitch self and roasting his doppelganger in the first episode of season three and Klaus laughs at his words only for Sparrow!Ben to be like: “What’s so funny sundance?!” And Klaus doesn’t know how to say ‘the dead version of you- which i can see- thinks you look emo and is cursing you out’ without coming off insane and rude, so of course he says it in the most Klaus way possible, gets decked and Ben gets summoned and its a Horror Brawl, cue the music! (I’m going to keep 100%, Umbrella!Ben would win that fight, and scare Sparrow!Ben, only because while Sparrow!Ben has lived longer, is crueler and has a purposefully high body count, Umbrella!Ben is dead and can’t be killed but inflict so much damage, which would scare the Sparrow’s shitless.)
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elnavegador · 2 months
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Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
Relationship: Number Five | The Boy & Lila Pitts
Additional Tags: Number Five | The Boy Has Issues, Lila Pitts is Bad at Feelings, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Post-Season/Series 03, frienemies
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“You’re driving me up the wall.” Lila says, pointing at Diego with the mustard. “If you want to live long enough to see your kid, we cannot keep living together.” She thinks about that for a second. “For now.”
“And you’re staying with Five?”
“He knows I’m not made of glass, now piss off.”
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firstpersonnarrator · 2 years
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Oh my god, I have a new header. I’m dying. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
Thank you @salvador-daley for this gorgeous work of art featuring Rob being perfectly symmetrical while he falls on a bouncy house.
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This is my idea of heaven. I’m dead. I can’t. It matches my icon and everything.
Unified aesthetics are my happy place. That is, aside from Rob. He is my even happier place.
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ded-and-gonne · 2 years
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by @firstpersonnarrator || Header gif by the divine @salvador-daley || possession prompt by anon
Part 4: Somebody’s in the garden
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TW: main character injury; possession; two not-brothers flirting; my absurdist sense of humor heavily featuring a not-so-bright, omniscient-first-person narrator; a hazy grasp of Pilgrim-speak; bad gardeners; mimes.
AN: The night before Halloween is Devil’s Night, when the veil between the living and the dead is at its 2nd thinnest. After Klaus’s delightfully successful Devil’s Night prank, he’s feeling moderately guilty for scaring the shit out of Ben. So he has decided it would be best to target Ben’s vanity, and boost his not-brother’s self esteem by finally giving in and substituting ‘Evil’ in place of ‘Mean.’ Don’t worry, it doesn’t last.
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“Evil Ben? Is it just me, or is this garden surprising?”
They’d agreed to attempt a search for a hypothetical concept called a “kitchen” somewhere in their wing of the building. It had worked. But instead of being knee-deep in champagne like Ben prefers to be, they’re off bumping, unintentionally, into creepy buried gardens, and things of that nature.
Klaus had popped wood at the mere thought of owning a secret garden. To be fair, he had also just been fondling a green man.
Now, atop a set of low, rough-hewn steps, Klaus and Evil Ben stand looking out over a broad, circular patio of stone, surveying the strangeness beyond.
A perfectly Devil’s Night-ish kind of garden lies beyond, full of dead things that had formerly been alive.
It’s clear that the flagstones had once been leveled, engraved, and polished to a high shine. But the frost heaves that bedevil New England in winter have utterly destroyed the flat perfection of the patio over time. Flagstones thrust up like fallen gravestones, with ropes of ivy pulling at the gaps between.
Sad patches of brown grass dot bald earth where once there had been a lawn. The remains of an ancient orchard have devolved into nothing but a twisted stand of five skeletons and their splintered deadfall, all of it jagged and aggressively stabby. An intricate design of garden beds has been overtaken and strangled to death by tall weeds, persistently poking through years of matted, decaying leaves. Darkness. And urns.
Ben is currently scanning with intense eyes beneath matchingly intense eyebrows, and croaks, “What?”
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“Wow. Bennerino, you still don’t sound so good,” Klaus unhelpfully points out. “Huh. I wonder how your threats will sound now. Will you be miming them?”
Ben turns a face full of anger and accusations on Klaus. But he’s forced to admit to himself that he will not be picking any more tantrums for the foreseeable future. He deflates, and finally mimes *huh?* followed by *I fucking hate you.*
“No you don’t,” Klaus replies, exaggerating the shaking of his head no, as if he, too, has to mime.
Ben rolls his eyes, then nods with exaggeration, accompanied by miming, *Yes, I do. I really do.*
“This is fun! We should make up our own miming language!” Klaus exclaims. “We can use it as code when we get our first job detecting supernatural stuff and things.”
Ben mimes, *That’s stupid.*
“No it’s not,” says Klaus, once more exaggerating his head-shaking.
Ben mimes, *Yes it is. It really is.*
“We should probably discuss this when you don’t have to play charades. I hate to say it, babe, but you’re not very good at it.” Klaus flaps his hands, effectively miming *Nevermind all that.* “So, hey. Remember what I was saying before? About the surprising garden?”
Rolling his eyes, Ben huffs a deeply frustrated breath.
“Is this place supposed to have a garden?” Klaus asks, side-eyeing the vegetation.
Ben again looks to the heavens, then gives in and mimes, *I am unrolling invisible architectural blueprints with my hands, see me pointing? See me shaking my head no? There was no garden in the blueprints.*
Klaus mimes back, *You’re getting better at this, good job!*
Ben again mimes, *I hate you. I really do.*
*No you don’t.* Klaus is again exaggerating his head-shaking, when he remembers that he’s the one who can speak. “Blueprints? What blueprints? You got to see blueprints? I don’t believe you.”
Ben starts tapping his foot to indicate annoyance.
“So what was I saying?” Then Klaus remembers what he was saying, “Oh right.” He puffs himself up a bit to declare, “I, too, find this garden surprising.”
Ben slumps, indicating to Klaus that his not-brother is experiencing strong feelings of negativity, and should probably be left alone in contemplation. Lucky guess.
The entirety of the secret garden is enclosed by the building’s stone walls. Ben’s hidden excitement mounts as he descends the steps and takes in the view from a new vantage. It appears that the only point of access to this world of death and dead things is through the head of a green man.
Klaus wonders aloud, “How old is this place? Hey, Bennerino.” Ben bothers to turn and face Klaus, which is a start. “How old do you think this place is?”
*How the fuck am I supposed to know?* Ben really is getting better at being a mime. Especially the swear words. The next one’s easy: *I am feeling snarky and Evil as I ask you, ‘Why?’*
“Well, for starters, there’s the fact that this place looks really old.”
Ben’s eye rolling is just a safe assumption at this point.
“I mean, look at the walls.”
They both gaze about, mounting interest still mounting.
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Klaus is correct. It does look old. Really old.
Ben needs Klaus’s attention in order to mime, so he yells “Klaus!” as loud as he possibly can. Unfortunately, that isn’t very loud. His cracked wheezing hasn’t managed to break through the sound of Klaus thinking thoughts. In the meantime, Ben is gripping his poor, damaged throat with both hands, eyes scrunched in pain, and wishing he could whimper. Self care would help, but this is neither the time nor the place.
“Did you say something, Benji?”
Ben mimes, *There are no windows.*
“Anywhere!” Klaus agrees. “I know! That’s why I asked!”
*Yes, I too would like to know why there are no windows,* is hopefully what that body language conveyed to Klaus.
“Friday,” Klaus answers.
Yeah, that one was unclear. Maybe Ben just needs a little more practice.
*Same stone,* Ben mimes, gesturing toward the patio. *All the way,* Ben mimes, gesturing at the walls. *Nobody builds stuff like this anymore. It’s probably old old.*
“Tuesday,” answers Klaus. “Kidding! Just kidding. Old old. Yeah, real old old. Like maybe even Harvard-old. Did you know that our prissy ol’ dame was founded in 1636? I’m serious, silly! First institute of higher education in America. I looked it up in case it affected our property taxes.”
*Are you shitting me?*
“No, Ben. I don’t kink shame, but no, I will not take a shit on you. Not if I don’t want to. I do not give you my consent.”
*I hate you. I reeeelly do.*
“That’s ok. I grow on people.”
*Gross,* Ben mimes. A bentacle shoves Klaus away.
Ok, what was that? Ben hadn’t been able to keep himself from doing it. Literally and precisely, he had not been able to avoid doing it. One of his bentacles has just shown free will.
Ben comes close to that realization, or pretty close, and shies away before he can take in the full impact of that truly horrorfying thought. Ben is so nauseous right now.
Rough one. Meanwhile, Klaus is blissfully unaware of what has just taken place. “Very funny, Mr. Grumpy Guts. My guess is,” Klaus strokes his beard to increase the suspense, “it never had any windows. ooooWOOOOooooo” [insert scary twinkle fingers here]. “I mean, there’s no way to know that for sure, other than tracking down the architect or the stonemason’s ghosts. How deep do you think we are?”
Ben looks uncharacteristically tongue-tied.
He keeps miming what might mean *under* or *underneath,* or even more likely, *inside,* and pointing at his nauseous bellybutton.
“What? Under? Under what? Oh, are you hungry? I gotta be honest, babe, these charades are getting a little old. A little tired. No offense.” Klaus sighs, and pats Ol’ Grumpy Guts tenderly on the shoulder. “Nevermind, I’ll do the talking. Ok, ready? 3 words, 1st word, 6 syllables.”
Klaus is taking his life into his own hands by talking. He should know that by now, but he’s still happily pushing Ben’s buttons. “Kidding, kidding! Ok, so,” Klaus begins counting, “this is the sub-sub-basement, and these walls are wicked high, so that includes the sub-basement, too. Ben, I really think it might be as tall as the basement! That’s tall!”
All Ben can do is nod.
“I know what this feels like!” Klaus crows. “This feels exactly like I’m in a box with no lid. Buried in the ground. Doesn’t it feel a little klaustrophobic?” he asks. “Now that you know we’re at the bottom of three basements?”
Ben mimes in agreement, *Like I’m at the bottom of an open grave, looking up at a rectangular patch of sky.*
Klaus scratches his beard again, trying to look like he’s ruminating on whatever it was Ben just acted out. “Ben, I’ve thought about it, and there’s never a good enough reason to mime shooting yourself in the head. That’s not funny. I’d miss you.” Klaus is 100% serious.
*No no no, that’s not what I meant. Look,* Ben mimes, and draws a knife across his throat.
“Ben,” Klaus looks hurt. “Stop offing yourself. It hurts.”
Ben goes to grab handfuls of his hair in frustration, then realizes his fingers would just get stuck in all the product. He tries again. *You, look at me. I am digging in the ground with a shovel. See me shoveling? Good. Thumbs up. Second word: I have dug a long rectangle with four sides. A four-sided rectangle. See it? Good. Thumbs up. Third word: I have two fingers that are pretending to be legs walking. But they stumble into the rectangle and look upward to the sky.*
“Huh?”
Ben continues. *All of that, see me drawing a circle, it means all of that, all of it taken together = a grave.*
“Huh?”
Ben tries to growl, and grips his throat in pain. It’s obvious that Klaus thinks he’s miming strangulation.
*No, no, no, look at me, you.* Ben tries to mouth the word ‘grave,’ skipping all the theatrics.
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“To blave? To klave? A rave? What, you want to go dancing?” Klaus shakes his head in acknowledgement that that’s probably not what Ben is saying. “Nah, that can’t be it. Took me way too long to make you shake a tail feather at the wedding, why should a pit in the ground be any different. OH! Now I get it. A grave! Where?”
Ben wants to take a nap. Instead, he points at himself, then points toward the bracken vegetation beyond. It’s a wise choice, and evidence that Ben is capable of practicing self care. Maybe some peace and quiet will keep him sane while he contemplates the potential that his belly monster is sentient.
There’s something wyrd and wrong about the direction Ben has chosen to walk, but no matter how hard he squints, Klaus can’t quite make it out in the macabre gloom. Being Klaus, he naturally wants to explore it. But he also wants to naturally explore everything else, and anyway, Ben needs some alone time.
But, being Klaus, he gets distracted and addresses Ben, anyway. “Hey look!” Klaus excitedly points out a small rise to one side of the lawn. “We get our own tiny little miniature grassy knoll!” More like a lump in the lawn. A bump, a tiny mound.
Ben is past caring about something called a ‘grassy knoll.’ What the hell even is that, anyway? He’s also past paying attention to Klaus.
That happens a lot. With Ben and people other than Ben. Sometimes Klaus minds, but other times the lack of supervision suits his purposes nicely. It’s just that today, he minds. Because it’s Devil’s Night, and they have to be paying attention to each other if anyone is going to get scared. He would have thought that went without saying, but Ben seems to be playing dumb about this whole Devil’s Night business. They all had the same Dad, so they should all play the same games. Flawless logic. More or less.
Watching Ben follow a stone path off into the murk, Klaus tisks at the sere remains of their lawn. “We need a new gardener. This is just shameful.”
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Klaus is now tip-toeing through the frost heaves.
Looking about, he calls after Ben. “Would you call this a garden? Or a courtyard? Courtyard sounds way too much like the Academy, and that is not my idea of heaven, so it’s a garden. Officially. It’s an official garden. Even if it’s a court- Ben, wait, hey wait a minute.” Ben has been ignoring him, ever since he started wandering away.
“Rude!” Klaus squawks in disapproval. “Has it ever occurred to you that I might have- Hey, wa-wait! Baby, baby, stop. Ben’nuh!”
Klaus decides that the frost-heaved patio is difficult enough to walk on even without falling to his detriment. At least falling to his detriment would give Klaus a chance to take a closer look at the swooping, interlocking designs carved on the stones beneath his feet. He makes a mental note to come back and fall elaborately (so as to catch Ben’s attention), and then moves on to poke about the patio’s periphery.
Dotted at regular intervals around the edges stand five huge stone urns, and — possibly to his own detriment — they have drawn Klaus’s attention. From a distance, it looks a bit like there might once have been some kind of dense, black liquid flowing over their lips, coating the outward swell of the great pots with slow droplets of the black, sticky-looking stuff. Up close they give off a sickening sweet molasses smell. Yet a faint note of something perfumy can be caught quietly lingering beneath the brutish odor of the burnt substance. Almost as if someone set fire to flowers, consigning them to the flames licking skyward from the urns. It’s as though Klaus can see the phantom flames — an image so strong and clear that he reaches up and rubs his eyes.
“Who the fuck were these people, and why?”
Klaus has to remember where he stashed his self control, if he wants to keep himself from touching. But despite all his stupidity, Klaus is not stupid. There’s enough about this space that seems just a bit off (or a whole lot off), that Klaus decides against living his most chaotic life. Under these wyrd circumstances, he decides to lean conservative, instead, figuring now is as good a time as any to give self-conservation a try.
“Wow. These guys were serious,” he observes aloud as he walks toward the tiny little miniature grassy knoll. “I don’t know what these people were up to, but it involved five mammoth burning urns filled with fire to accomplish it.” He kicks at the weeds as he passes.
He wants to know if Ben has any theories. “Yoo-hoo, Benneriiiinooo,” he calls after his not-brother, but Ben is busy following the path to the dark side.
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Ben has set his sights beyond Klaus’s grassy knoll. It looks as if all this dead vegetation might be screening something beyond. There’s an impenetrable darkness back there, which strikes Ben as rather concerning.
He sniffs the air, and pulls back. Freshly turned earth, and a faint rotting smell. He flashes back to the Oily Darkness of Terror in Klaus’s room. The hair on the back of his neck stands up once more. He whips around, but neither Klaus nor anyone else is behind him.
Ben is coming to terms with the fact that he will be doing a lot of post-traumatic jumping from now on, whenever he gets that foreboding prickle at the base of his skull. Or his Bentacles announce they have (always had?) a mind of their own.
*Focus, Ben,* he mimes to himself.
“Sorry, did you say something?” Klaus calls out. Ben just flips him off while walking away. It’s his favorite way to end conversations. Second favorite being hanging up on Klaus, but he doesn’t get to do that much anymore.
A phantom gust of wind buffets him and sets the dead leaves still clinging to the trees a-rattling. Like teeth. Like bones. Rattle them bones. Like a death rattle.
Ben jolts at the sound of something distinctly alive, skittering off the stones ahead of him. It’s a purposeful sound, and Ben shivers. Was that something moving out of the corner of his eye? Something too big to skitter. Much too big.
Ben refuses to be terrified again tonight. He doesn’t have any terror left to give. It’s just not going to happen, he promises himself. But he’s still unsure of exactly what he’s walking into. Particularly because the light has gone dim and heavy, and all sound from the world behind him is dulled.
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Klaus tries the Yoo-Hoo approach again. “Yoo-hoo, Bennerino!”
He descends the mound, ready to take off after Ben, like a little brother who keeps following you around, being annoying to get your attention. Exactly like that. But after only a few steps he halts, goes still, and stays still.
Klaus does not usually stfu without being told to. Ben is intrigued enough by the silent stillness to pause. Swinging around to see what could possibly have caused this miracle, Ben watches slack-jawed as Klaus is yanked backward with a jolt, heels dragging parallel lines in the dirt back up the knoll. Ben’s no engineer, but quite frankly, whatever just made that happen to Klaus’s body clearly considered the laws of physics more as suggested-guidelines-of-physics than laws.
“Klaus?” Ben’s voice sounds small to his own ears, because it is. It’s tiny, if it actually has a sound at all.
But the memory of Klaus’s prank still really gets under his nails. And anyway, he’s panicking.
*Oh, no. No no no noooo.* Ben gets his whole body into it.
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*You are not doing this to me again, you. Whatever nasty little joke you have fumbling through the darkness in your skull, you can forget it. You, I’m not falling for your shit again, you Klaus.* This tirade featured pointing really hard, a lot.
Eyes glazed and oblivious to Ben, Klaus starts to sing. Or not so much singing as chanting. Picture a little kid reciting a nursery rhyme, and name him Klaus. It would be cute if it wasn’t so worrisome. Something about that flat monotone.
Somebody is in the garden
Somebody’s in the garden
Somebodies in the garden
Some body is in the garden
Some body’s in the garden
Some bodies in the garden
Ben mimes at Klaus. *This possession-face you’re trying to sell me? I’m not buying. No really, Klaus, stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.* ‘Embarrassing’ is actually a rather difficult word to mime, but nowhere near as difficult as ‘possession-face’. Ben continues, undaunted. *This is sad. And boring.* He huffs and again turns to the dark side of the garden. *Whatever,* he mimes.
Klaus’s unflagging chanting is eerie, nonsensical. Every line sounds the same to Ben, like a Gregorian chant, and he can’t decide if the words are relevant, or just blather.
Ben finally digests what he’s heard. “Somebody is in the garden,” he mouths to himself. His nerves are now amped to full alert. Somebody’s in the garden?
Klaus’s phrasing is all running together. There’s no pause, now. No rhythm. As if it’s all just an infinite series of syllables. It’s fucking creepy, is what it is.
“Ok, Klaus. That’s enough!”
Klaus hasn’t heard him, because Ben can only mouth the words, stomp his foot, and hope he’s understood. Especially when Klaus with his eyes closed is a blind Klaus. And even with his eyes open, Klaus is somewhere else. In a galaxy far, far away.
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It has to be said, and it has to be admitted, that Ben isn’t usually the first to jump into battle. He likes to peacock, in red leathers, and to snap at people, literally, to indicate that it’s their time to do his bidding. And the Sparrows did do his bidding. Until they quickly agreed not to do that anymore, twice. But as proven unto Oblivion, when Ben needs to step up, he does. And he’s certainly well trained.
Meanwhile, Ben is just standing there slack-jawed, and he probably wouldn’t want you to know that. Moving on.
“Some bodies in the garden some body’s in the garden somebody’s in the garden…”
Ben powers up his courage and rushes the knoll. Charging purposefully, he’s half way up when he hits an invisible wall. In the blink of an eye, Ben is dragged backward, leaving two jagged marks in the dirt just as Klaus had done. The moment he reaches flat earth, Ben is tossed aside like an argumentative drunk from a bar (which Ben has no experience with whatsoever).
Oh Jesus, that looks like it hurt. Yeah, so, Ben has just been flung into the air at a high enough height that 1. he is flying, without touching the ground; 2. sailing straight over the stabby orchard of trees; 3. into the formerly impenetrable darkness beyond which no one can see except Ben; and finally, 4. so far that he crumples painfully against a hedge. Understandably, this causes Ben to have a fear-based emotional response. Looks like Ben, acts like Ben, but a Ben with his eyes huge and round, and a permanently ‘oh!’ shaped mouth.
From between Klaus’s normally-flirtatious lips blasts a harsh, grating baritone — a blast far louder and lower than Klaus could ever achieve, not in his wildest, most depraved dreams. “The key!” it booms. This is sufficient to distract Ben from pretty much everything else in life.
*Huh?* Ben is quick and to the point when he’s buying time. Which has never been terribly helpful.
“Seek, and thou shalt findeth to this prison a key! Such key that hidest in sight most plain. Do this bidding with haste, or thy next breath shall grow weak. The next, so much the weaker. Telleth me, shall I press thee to death as thou hast hastened and chastened me?”
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*Do you ever shut up?* Ben’s compulsion to snark overrules any pesky fear he might be experiencing. The ghost had lost Ben at the beginning, when the first ‘thou’ dropped.
“What am I to shut up?” Mr. Mouthy Withoutamouth is confused. “But no! I shan’t be diverted by thy Devil’s word-perversion. You speak it so recklessly, heathen sorcerer!”
No he didn’t just call Ben a heathen. But actually yeah, he did.
*What did you just say?* The ghost has crossed a line. In addition to allllll the other lines already crossed. Starting with possession. *Say that again.*
“Which part dost thou wisheth me to repeateth, heathen sorcerer?”
As Ben officially loses his shit and once again rushes the mound, the ghost expands his bouncy rubber force field beyond the mound in every direction. Ben is bounced back at the shrubbery like a ricochet from a trampoline.
Take a short break from contemplating what might be happening to Ben next, and instead take a moment to contemplate one of Ben’s key characteristics. During interrogation training, Dad had impressed upon the Sparrows that someday they might need to interrogate each other, and possibly even themselves. Ben defaults to training whenever he loses his mind. ‘First question,’ he thinks to himself. ‘How does this whoever-it-is have powers? He can’t be one of us, can he? He sounds wayyyy too old to have been born in 1989, even if he’s only talking all old-timey like that to get into character for Halloween. Or maybe for community theatre.’
The deep-voiced possessor of Klaus growls, “I pledge to thee an oath! This body shalt tear itself to shreds most small, shouldst thou tarry in thy quest.”
*I never agreed to a quest! Kiss my ass, Dusty McRotsalot.*
“Know of this McRotsalot, I do not. But of thee, Hargreeves? Thou art known to me.”
*I am?*
“Thou art, young Hargreeves. Thou art he who wakes the dead with screams. Thou dost dissemble in thy feigned ignorance! By the pricking of mine thumb, thine head dost now stand hexed. Hear, oh Hargreeves, thou art hexed! Be it ever so! Didst thou takest Giles Corey for a man to be so vexed?”
Most unwisely, Ben dost snarketh, *Are you done yet?*
To prove his hex genuine, the threat real, The Ghost of Giles Corey splits Klaus’s mouth as wide open as it will stretch. The spirit of the dead man gathers aether to itself, accreting his physical form in a way Ben never dreamt possible. In a feat of what can only be called magic, or possession, or the exorcist, or an exorcism, a head that is not Klaus’s head attempts to squeeze out of Klaus’s mouth. And not in the cute, messy way that Ghost Ben did. Remember? Way back in the olden days? The ghost accretes aether steadily until wispy, smoke-like hair and one eyeball try to emerge from an orifice that truly cannot open further.
Does Klaus scream? No. Does Ben scream? In his own way. Plus tears, because he’s afraid for Klaus. Deeply afraid for Klaus.
There is only one thought in his mind: getting his superhero on and saving the fuck out of Klaus.
Ben has just come to the startling realization that his damned not-brother Klaus is a light-bringer to this jaded world, even if it’s a red flashing light accompanied by sirens.
*So? What? You want me to find some key, is that it? Hey, moron!* he mimes through his tears. *I can’t find it if you don’t tell me where it is, now can I! Is it on one of the key rings?*
“Strange is thy speech. From whence dost thou come, and wherefore?”
*LA, and because it’s LA. Not for…other reasons. It’s not cuz I wanted to live here in Boston, or anything.*
“CAMBRIDGE!”
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*Yeah, whatever.* Ben flips The Ghost of Giles Corey off. Or at least the Ghost of Giles Corey’s eyeball.
“Thou dost err most grievously, when thou mistaketh mine own self for a moron.”
*Do you ever stop talking? Threats, pfft.* Ben sneers in disgust. *You are talking to the only threatener in this household, Bitch Cassidy, and that’s me! See how I’m pointing at myself in the chestal region? I will be making all the threats in this house.*
“But I, young Hargreeves, I maketh good on mine own threats.”
Klaus drops to the ground, head bouncing off the dirt.
“HEY!” Ben attempts to shout. Though it comes out in barely a whisper, the eyeball hears him well enough.
Again Ben rushes the knoll, and again he flies backward into the hedges.
Ben takes a little longer to get up than he did the last time he hit shrubbery from a height. Rolling to his stomach, he catches a glimpse of Klaus.
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His not-brother is on his knees atop the knoll. Ben’s eyes burn with hot tears. Klaus is digging. Klaus is digging with his fingers.
“STOP!” Ben whispers. “MAKE IT STOP!!!! Klaus! Can you hear me, too? Klaus!” he whispers with everything he’s got.
Klaus does not stop. The two wet tracks down his cheeks are enough for Ben to know that Klaus is still in there somewhere. And he’s in pain.
*STOP! Stop,* Ben pleads. He drops to his knees and mouths the words, “Please. What do you want? Some kind of key? I’ll get you the key, I’ll get it for you, I’ll do it, please, just stop!“
“I was of the mind that thou wouldst. Given the encouragement most right and good in the eyes of-”
*STOP! You got what you want! I’m helping! So stop!* Ben mimes as loud as he can.
“Why shouldst I? Verily. Let the sight serve thee as thy inspiration.”
*But you’ve given me NOTHING! NOTHING! Some key? Is that it? That’s supposed to be enough to go on?* Ben jangles two mammoth key rings.
“Such tiny things as these?”
“In this century they are!” Ben whispers.
This century.
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Despite not liking history, Ben is certain that Giles Corey is not of this century.
*A skeleton key?* Ben asks, then realizes that with this guy, they might get hung up in a debate about bones. *About this big?* Ben’s back to miming illustratively.
Aaaand now back to whispering again. “Black, solid, heavy, metal. Iron? It wouldn’t be lead, would it?”
“Bone.”
Giving him Ben’s signature head bobble/shoulder wobble, Ben sneers. *Ah. Of course it is.*
The entire conversation turns to bones after all.
“AND?! COME ON! LET HIM GO! You fucking bastard bitch, sad, BORING fuckin…violence…in your face!” Ben is trying so very hard to mask the feeling of panic overtaking his body, by getting pretty bitchy.
“Speakest thee English?”
*Get talking, asshole!* Ben vibrates with rage as he mimes.
“No sane, godly man would suggest such base, vile blasphemy,” the ghost declares in horror. “To speak from thy- Thou art no sane man.”
Ben looks again at Klaus’s poor, bloodied hands, still brutally attacking the baked earth.
Ben realizes he can see bones, and finally lets himself panic. *WHERE? WHERE? WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GET the bone key, fuckin asshole, motherfucking fuck my life, I-*
‘I can’t do this,’ is what Ben had intended to say. The feeling of inadequacy is stifling. Ben can’t breathe. For the second time tonight, Ben hyperventilates from sheer, blinding terror.
Which is not a thing that Ben would want you to know. Moving on.
“Thou art weak, heathen blasphemer. Thou art repugnant.” Ouch.
*Tell me what to do,* Ben whispers, in abject defeat.
The Ghost of Giles Corey begins to laugh.
Cold, man, cold. That’s just cold.
Two trickles of blood wend their way down from the corners of Klaus’s splitting mouth. Two trickles of tears wend their way down from the corners of Ben’s streaming eyes.
Klaus’s hands. His poor hands. Klaus. Maddening and lovable. His poor, mangled hands.
This, friends of the occult, is called ‘leverage.’
“The key, young Hargreeves. The key of Solomon ist what thou seekest. Fashioned of skin and bone, thou shalt find it in the ground amongst the bones before me. Seek, and ye shall findeth the key in the ossuary.”
“*Where?!*” Ben both whispers, and mimes. Ben is all in, raging and ready to bring this thing to an end. “*And WHAT THE FUCK is a motherfucking OSSUARY?*”
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I’m kinda hoping you won’t look up Giles Corey. I’m kinda hoping you will reblog, though. 🙏
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hargreef · 2 years
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for my readers, i really think you’ll like the next chapter. i’m excited about it—it’s a really important one, and i hope you feel as fulfilled as i do finally wrapping up the story as it comes a full circle. thank you again as always — it’ll be out tomorrow <3
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Hey! I wanted to ask…. Any TUA fanfic recs?
Sorry for the late reply anon, just haven't been feeling social lately 😣 According to my Ao3 history, the last time I read a TUA fic was in December of 2021 so I'm going to just go through my history and do my best to remembers ones that stuck out to me!
I also only read Five centric fics too so please if anyone out there would like to recommend TUA fics for this anon please do!! I would highly recommend browsing through @sharkneto's Ao3, he has a ton of great TUA fics!
Model Older Brother (I'm an avgeek so this was my bread and butter hehe)
Lend a Hand
Youth
XV.Batter Up!
Tanged in the Hanging Tree (this one is unfortunately unfinished, but it's fantastic!)
Next time, hire a nanny
Number Five | The Monster Under The Bed
Along the Corridor and Up the Stairs
they could care less (as long as someone'll bleed)
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