SUPER FUCKING HIGH

indie / selective / klaus hargreeves / show-based

[fairycosmos]

i’m just a bitch with bad posture and an irregular sleeping schedule 

[ranchhands]

my body is NOT. a “”temple””….it is a CLOWN CAR, and NONE OF THESE BITCHES KNOW HOW 2 DRIVE

[dankmemeuniversity]

[thefourth-archived]

LATE NIGHTS STARTERS

@timedfive​ whispered ;  “Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”

          ❝ you know, I thought so too. ❞ the fourth nodded in agreement, a slight frown crossing his features as he took one last drag of his cigarette, before putting it out in the makeshift ashtray he’d made.          ❝ I think he’s gone a little... ya know— ❞ interrupting his own sentence with a short whistle, klaus wiggled a finger around his temple, as if to solidify his point.          ❝— crazy. ❞ his tone dropped to a hushed whisper.

[thefourth-archived]

just a heads up that as uni starts back up, my activity is probably gonna drop a fair bit. not only do I have actual uni work to do, but I also run two societies, as well as, ya know, having to deal with general life outside of here >.>

[thefourth-archived]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

@bathingdove​ whispered ;  “ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

          ❝ uh-huh, yeah. not like it’s hard to forget.❞ klaus shot back in return, providing his usual slightly sarcastic and utterly useless commentary.

[thefourth-archived]

ONE WORD PROMPTS

@whiitevioliin​ whispered ;  embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

          ❝ woah! ❞ the initial exclamation came accompanied with a laugh as the force at which vanya hurled herself at him almost knocked klaus clean off his feat. regaining his balance, the amusement slowly faded as the fourth realised the emotional weight behind the situation. smile quickly being replaced with a small frown, he spoke again, tone immediatly shifting to one of concern as he wrapped his arms tightly around his sister.

         ❝ woah... hey.... vanya, what’s wrong? ❞ 

[thefourth-archived]

ONE WORD PROMPTS

@tentakilled whispered ;  goodbye ( ya know..... since we didn’t get it in canon )  GOODBYE : my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

the arms around him may have held a ghostly chill, but the embrace was warm. familiar and familial. of course, it was an emotional moment, the first proper hug between them in years. that time that ben had managed to punch him, that had been the springboard — since then efforts had been made, klaus attempting to learn the true potential of his powers, to be able to conjure and sustain his brother in ( at least ) a semi-corporeal form, to be able to actually interact with others. yes, they had managed it, and physical interactions between the fourth and the sixth had become a little more common place, in the form of playful squabbles and occasional scraps. 

the first time he’d hugged his brother in 17 years was to say goodbye. 

         ❝ are you.... are you sure? ❞

[recklessbarbieklaus]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

[valtsv]

accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday but god wont let me die so im back

[quotemadness]

You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world.

Gabriel Gadfly (via quotemadness)

[thefourth-archived]

like for memes.  I still have some drafts to do, but a lot of things are in my queue so..... like this and I’ll go through ur meme tag and send u things.

[thefourth-archived]

i’m seeing ppl do this so I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon, like.... come txt klaus and annoy him. 

[thefourth-archived]

LATE NIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS

@unolunar​ whispered ;  “the stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

          ❝ really...? ❞ an absent-minded hum in response, a slight frown crossing the fourth’s lips as his gaze lay fixed on the night sky; green hues staring up at the billions of stars that littered the inky blackness. klaus wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him to join luther up on the roof, but... he was glad that he had done. he’d never been close to the first, but this was... nice, and klaus was thankful for the moment of calm. taking a long drag from his cigarette, the fourth let out a deep sigh, watching the smoke he exhaled as it drifted up and disappeared into the air.

         ❝ you know? I always found them... confusing and overwhelming. I mean, there’s enough shit to worry about down here. but... up there—❞ a flourish of his arm, a lazy gesture up to the night sky. ❝— it’s just so fucking vast. there’s so much of it and... so much more going on, so much more to worry about. that’s just... too much...❞ 

[thefourth-archived]

TUMBLR POSTS SENTENCE STARTERS

@changestrajectory​ whispered ;  “Ok how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick?”

          ❝ is there a polite way to tell someone you want to hit them with a brick? ❞ klaus countered curiously, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his lips. answering a question with a similar question probably didn’t help. after a moment of actual consideration on the topic, the fourth spoke again.

         ❝ uhhhh I dunno... maybe write ❛I wish this was a brick❜  on something less... brick-like and throw that at them? like... on a ball of paper or something? ❞ that way the sentiment would still stand, but it would be way less likely to kill or hurt them. right?

[thefourth-archived]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES

@ofviolins​ whispered ;  “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!”

          ❝ I’ll be fine. I know what I’m doing. I’ve done worse before...❞ a dismissive wave his hand, coupled with the slight scowling of his features. it was a poor argument in the first place, only further highlighting klaus’s reckless behaviour, and proving vanya’s point.

[thefourth-archived]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES

@immortalled​ whispered ;  “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”

and since when did klaus take anything seriously? a habit he found difficult to break. even now, with the deep wound in his side, blood pooling around him, the fourth had an amused smile plastered across his features; just another attempt to hide his true fears behind humour. 

          ❝ it’s nothing... ❞ a huff of amusement, a chuckle that quickly morphed into a sound of pain, stifled slightly by the gritting of teeth, his face contouring in response to the agony that rippled through his body. ( okay, laughing makes it worse. don’t do that again. )