I am flesh and I am bone

Options in the comments. Not looking for much thread-jacking on this one, because they're going to be heavy-handed and in need of narrower focus.
CWs: drug abuse, overdose, anxiety/depression descriptions, potential suicidal ideation

( The setup/background )

We need a family photo. A new one, with Mom center stage. Not in our stupid Umbrella uniforms. But still, dressed nice-ish. Bring your significant others. Why not? Mom loves them just as she loves us, right? And yes, every Klaus is coming. All of you. Even the house-guests and new residents are invited. We'll take the Sears family photo place by horrifying storm. Just like we've done to the poor Lyft and Uber drivers.

It really is about time you all stopped whining, don't you think?

LISTEN UP, BITCHES

[does he have everyone's attention? okay, good.]

as you all may have noticed, there's been a girl wandering around here: darkish kinda hair, short, real cute, probably kinda timid and afraid? her name is dahlia and she's my friend and if any of you hurt a single hair on her head, people will learn why you don't get on my bad side

okay, that'll be all! as you were, my lovelies ✨

( The backstory )

Dahlia runs and runs and runs until she finds her way into the city and somewhere downtown. It's late and dark, and she doesn't know where she is. It doesn't look like home, but then, she hadn't seen Beacon Hills in over a decade, who knows what's changed. Or how far from home The Order had taken her all those years ago.

She wanders aimlessly through unfamiliar streets, her hair full of leaves, her gray scrub outfit ripped and dirty. She doesn't know where she is, or what she's supposed to do now that she's away. She's at a loss, and just wants someone, anyone to find her. So she does the only thing she feels like she can.

She screams.

Anyone that may be walking by will surely hear it, even people blocks over will hear it. People with super-senses might have a wicked headache from the sound, even if they're a few miles away. Still others may or may not feel like they can hear the scream echo inside their own heads.


[ooc: Klaus players, in particular, you can kinda go nuts on however you want him to be affected/not by her scream! <3 And I'll probably just say whoever tags first is the one that finds her and assume they take her back to the Academy, where everyone else can meet her!]

It was their first birthday since averting the apocalypse, and as far as Klaus was concerned, that meant it was time to celebrate.

Granted, there were more reasons than just that, they were alive -all of them- and they were together, and they had saved the fucking world, and he was thankful once again that Five's brilliant, stupid, all-or-nothing plan had actually worked.

Of course, actually planning a party without his siblings finding out about it was going to be tricky, but he'd enlisted Mom's help -thankful again that whatever Five had done had landed them on the morning of their father's funeral all those months ago- because there was no way he could have done this alone.

Each of the siblings staying at the house -including Klaus, as not to raise suspicions- would wake up to a small carton on their doorknob, containing a single cupcake topped with a chocolate domino mask stamped with their number, along with a heavy cotton-paper envelope with their name written on it in Grace's immaculate handwriting, which contained a single printed sheet:
Magical Birthday Masquerade
Raid your closet, raid a sibling's closet, raid the attic!
Do whatever you need to do to put together your Very Most Magical outfit.
It's time we had a party!
Costumes mandatory. Bring a +1 if you have one.
Refreshments provided.
Grand ballroom, 7pm tonight.
Also included was a map to the ballroom, just in case none of them had ever been there, because Klaus couldn't remember having been there, and Grace had had to show him where it was.

( Party tiiiiime! )

[It's another free-for-all, thread about finding a costume, thread at the party, thread about not going to the party bc you're Diego A Loner, Dottie, A Rebel. Whatever y'all, figure we all needed a good-time, low-feels post, enjoy!]

cw: drug and alcohol use, harsh language, nudity, possible traumatic flashbacks, etc.

( no one could feel your hurt )

cw: possibility of talk of drug use, alcohol abuse, and violence.

( Seize the Night )

(open to any au ideas for umbrellaverse, and Vex's background is here. one of the children, raised by someone else. He misuses his power, hurts others, deals drugs and likes to lure people into their darkest desires.

assumed cr welcome, and will plot out and go along with most ideas.)

Whatever Five had done had brought them back, all of them, even Ben, and as far as any of them could tell -mostly thanks to Grace's input- was that it was the morning of their father's funeral, it was as if the past week had simply ceased to exist, they were getting a do-over and this time without the looming threat of an apocalypse hanging over their every move.

None of them questioned it, none of them wanted to, especially given as how they had Ben back, and so they didn't, they just continued on. They didn't continue on as if nothing had changed, because they all knew that literally everything had, and while for the most part they still couldn't stand each other -with a few exceptions- they were all still staying at the house, maybe just out of habit.

But it had been a long day, and Klaus was finding that his initial assessment had been correct and he really didn't care for being sober at all, but he was trying, he wanted to do better, wanted to see just what else he might be capable of.

But right at the moment, he just needed a nap, and the last person he expected to find in his room was, well, himself.

All he had to say, all he really could say about it was: "What, the fuck."

[ooc: as discussed, a post for the Klaus Brigade to go all Ghost of Christmas Future at each other, one on one, all at once, start with one and have another fall in later bc of dimensional weirdness, whatever y'all, we'll make it work, I believe in us.]

( 1 - We're canceling the apocalypse )



( (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night )



( Another One Bites The Dust )


( Wildcard )

He had been dead for over a decade now. Dead and gone for everyone but Klaus. Poor Klaus had to deal with his nagging and constant puttering around for so long.

( Cut for graphic death description )

[This post is open to any era of Ben's 'life'. Training. Battles and missions. THAT mission where he died. For a Five or someone to pull him back, or simply for reunion times with their long lost brother. Multi threads and Multi siblings welcome. Threadjacking welcome. Backtagging welcome. Do your best!]

They've escaped the apocalypse (her apocalypse), and whatever weirdness happened with their teenage bodies for the first few days. But escaping immediate danger hasn't truly fixed anything. Vanya hasn't said a word since waking up in the house they've taken over, somewhere upstate; she's eaten a little, drank less, and hasn't met anyone's eyes. Her violin is gone. So is the white suite, the pale skin and paler eyes, but it's the violin she misses.

And living without a ringing in her right ear. She really misses that.

Mostly, sleep has been her answer to avoiding it - avoiding everything, really, her siblings and the ringing and her fear that she's lost her hearing on the right side. It's easier to just focus on drifting off whenever she's awake, because then she won't have to remember.

It comes in flashes anyway, but she makes a damn valiant effort to avoid it.

Running only works for so long, and they don't live in a manor that takes up a full city block anymore: this is a farmhouse at best, two stories plus an attic and a cramped basement. They don't all have space for their own rooms, but Vanya - always apart, even now - does. And when she emerges from it, she does so mostly in the dead of night, the better to avoid the others. When she comes out in mid day, blinking in the sunlight that streams through, it's only because she couldn't ignore her growling stomach anymore. It smells like someone is making bacon.