Verses - Five

Verses - Five

>>104{ saving the world and other extreme sports }v.canon

Set during the events of season 1 and 2 of the Umbrella Academy Netflix adaption, Five traveled into the future to prove he could handle the task and ended up stuck for 45 years. He managed to travel back to get to his family, but ended up stuck in the 13 year-old version of himself. Now, he has to work to stop the end of the worlds, whether its something he can’t see or from his family he can’t tell. But, he will try, and try to work with them.   Additionally: will also include season 3.

>>204{ no one is insignificant }v.canon 2

Set during the events of the Netflix adaption, technically before. After being stuck alone for so long in the future, the only remaining human on the planet, he was hired by the Handler to work for the Temps Commission as an assassin. He does as he’s told, killing who needs to be killed to ensure the timeline remains as it should be. 

>>404{ this ain’t no place for no hero }v.canon 3

(Verse is subject to change depending on the status of the show) Post Season 3. With the universe reset and the Hargreeves children off the live entirely normal lives, Five is off to try to adapt in a world without his powers and also stuck as a child. 

>>304{ time and space is my bitch }v.free

(mun note: i don’t know what this is going to be right now, or if what i want is possible, so its a place holder ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

my elias and peter designs!

elias is a short king

The Magnus Archives/Chess pieces | Elias Bouchard, The King

Some call him cruel and apathetic – most would, probably. But he does not interfere. It is not who he is. It is not his place. He watches. He observes. He is the silent eye of the storm. The King of the board. 

Do not lose him, or you lose the game.

[ID: a white, red, and black aesthetic of 12 images for Elias.

1: aerial photo red roofs on long white buildings, 2: the quote, “YOU CAN NEVER BE OVERDRESSED OR OVEREDUCATED” stamped in gold on red paper

3: black with white, “Elias Bouchard”, 4: close up on the face of a white statue

5: someone reading a book in front of a metal bookshelf full of white and red book spines, 6: red seats in a subway car

7: narrow row boats in a river, 8: two roses

9: shined black shoes on white marble, 10: black with white, “The King”

11: an electric street lamp against a lattice with red flowers, 12: a red wax seal on a white envelope /end ID] (via @daedalus-spacestation, thank you for the ID)

Verses - Dusan Nemec

>>102{ dedsec is my obsession }v.canon

Set during the events of Watch_Dogs 2, Dusan is still the current CTO of Blume, flexing his power and influence as he prepares the CtOS 2.0 and Bellwether to take in as much data as is possible so he can sell it off the the highest bidder and have a certain control over the companies who agree to give him information. He’s at the height of his game, fighting back against DEDSEC as they try to take him down.

>>202{ every step you take; i’ll be watching you }v.free

Dusan is the CTO of a tech company, Blume, controlling the security systems that they sell to the world. He takes in all the information he can from customers, selling it off to whatever company wants it. He uses his power and influence to get his way in the world. He’s on top and he loves it. 

🃏 Our muses to meet at a casino (Jordi)

First Meeting Starters // Open(specify muse)

The height of the evening, the casino was a loud bustle of chatter, cheers, and varying bells and whistles, even if it wasn’t always the most favored spot in the city. Jordi liked that, it was easier to blend when he knew there wasn’t a pair of eyes watching him at every corner. Some of the bigger places might want his head for counting cards, but they can never prove anything since he tends to throw the hand when it gets too high. The disappointment from the crowd was more amusing than their excitement. But, there were still days when he actually tried and failed. Games of chance tended to be better like that.

“Hey, hey hey hey, don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that,” he pointed a finger at the table worker, his other hand covering his chips from the man, “That shit flicked from red, don’t think I didn’t notice that. You aren’t cheating me out of what I walked over here with. So fuck off, before I get angry.” 

Jordi scooped up his chips, far less than he had been promised, and turned mumbling to himself to move towards one of the blackjack tables. It was in the center of the room, but the table was vacant except for one other there. Jordi knew the look. The man didn’t need to speak, he didn’t need to even address him. He had arranged this through Jordi’s sources, and paid quite well for it too. Jordi wasn’t one to turn down such... generosity. 

He sat at the table, laying the chips down. He tossed a couple forward, nodding to the dealer before snapping his fingers at a passing waitress, “Hey, whiskey. On the rocks. Make it snappy,” he turned back to the table, watching the dealer draw the cards for him, “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself here. This place... Well, they like to cheat and rob you blind, but its an honest kind of cheating. The kind that does it right in front of your face. I like that kind of honesty,” he glanced towards the man beside him with a little smile, “Sure hope your luck has been better than mine.”