#gheistfour

[needsmedic]

He is tired and filthy.   His fatigues are musty with dry sweat.   Licking his lips, he tastes the copper of Earth and blood.    How long as the solider been resting here, out in the open?   He feels hungover and they aren’t even supposed to go into town until tonight.  Dave reaches up and grabs Klaus’ outstretched hand, using the leverage to pull himself up. Looking around he wonders if any of their platoon mates are in the surrounding area.  Was it just the two of them?   He keeps hold of Klaus’ hand and squeezes gently.   “Thanks for comin’ to look for me.” 

@gheistfour​   said:    “ take my hand. ”

[scribedhorror]

@gheistfour​ || meme || accepting

❛ yeah, i guess i’ll fuck my life up right now because that’s where i’m at. ❜

Getting involved in other people’s crises was not something that Bill did as a rule unless it involved him somehow. Or he saw that they were actively going to hurt themselves. In fact, on a regular day, it was difficult to pull his attention away from whatever new idea or the progress of a current one bouncing around in his head.

This, however, caught his attention, and bright blue eyes lifted from his laptop to land on the younger man who looked like he was having a conversation with himself. Normally someone talking themselves in the city was a clear sign to stay away, but he looked so sad. And it wasn’t like there were many other people here besides them and the girl behind the counter. 

“You sure you don’t want to think that through just a bit more? Sounds like a big decision to make over a cup of coffee.” If that even was coffee... This was a cafe, though, so he figured it was a safe bet.

[truesighted]

@gheistfour​​  said: “ the dead and i now raise hell ”

▌█ ∵   🦋   ∵ █ ▌   Stiffled laughter as IVORY jacket clings her frame, hands in its oversized pockets. PEEKING beside edges of coat is a MAROON dress matched with white HEELS that create a rhytmic TAPPING on the floor of his house. She missed him the most. QUIRKY wasn’t the right word to describe him but it was the CLOSEST she could think of. Similar in enough ways to get ALONG but different in enough that it wasn’t a HOSTILE friendship. ❝ Well, I hate to break it to you but you didn’t do enough hell raising. You weren’t on the Commision radar. I hate to break it to you but, for once it was just Five they wanted dead.  ❞ Small smile as she laughs. Hanging from GLOVED hands was the familiar SUITCASE but, he was the first she let in on the SECRET of what she was doing. In fact come to think of it if she was being HONEST he was the one she MISSED the most. But priority laid with Hazel and Five for the days before and FIRST day of being in the 60s. Pointed tipped sunglasses moved down her nose the slightest taking EVERYTHING in before dropping the case.  ❝ I will say, I didn’t see this future so I would love each and every detail you are willing to provide. Oh and the hair------ absolutely loving it. ❞

[ahsterism-a]

@gheistfour​ // tua muses starter call

    “I THINK I SHOULD TELL HER.” A pause of consideration, paired with the furrowing of Vanya’s brows, before a decisive nod. “Yeah, I will, I WILL tell her. I mean-- I know she doesn’t wanna stay with Carl-” The name is said with a tinge of distaste-- the both of them had been good to her, of course, when Vanya had showed up at a loss, an amnesiac with nowhere to go. But she knows Sissy ISN’T happy with him, knows with the warmth that burns in her chest every time she meets Sissy’s eyes, that they could run away. Find a life BETTER than what she has now, the life Sissy deserves. 

      Except the world is supposed to end in six days, she’s had too much to drink, and for once...Vanya makes the kind of choice she tended to shy away from. 

                                                                 SCREW IT. 

     “--And she said...she said we could run away together. I mean, it won’t LAST, but would be nice for a few days, you know?” 

[kindlystopped-a]

DAVE & KLAUS / @gheistfour

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  ❛  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  ?  ❜         his  gaze  is  focused  on  the  letter  he’s  writing  to  his  brother  ;  but  ,  it  momentarily  flickers  to  the  other  male  ,  a  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  lips.        ❛    i  wanted  to  tell  him  about  you.      if  that’s  okay  ?   ❜

[soldierqueer]

[ @gheistfour​ liked for a starter ]

DAVE was hesitant to admit it, but he was a huge fan of The Umbrella Academy, had been ever since he was a child. There was something so intriguing about the idea of super-powered children rushing off to save the world. He’d had a crush on the one known as Number Two since he was around ten, though when he was younger, he would insist that he had a thing for Number Three. That was before he came out. Now, Dave was a different person, a happier person. His family had reacted relatively well to his coming out when he was eighteen, though his uncle hadn’t been too happy about it. But honestly? Screw him. Dave was who he was and nothing and no one could change that. 

Here he was, in the same city as The Umbrella Academy, and he couldn’t help himself. He made his way towards the giant mansion where the Umbrella Academy kids used to stay. He wandered around and stood just outside the gate. He wondered what they were getting up to now, wondered what happened to them. Rumor was that two of them had died, Number Five and Number Six, but there was no telling if that was true or not. Number Three had apparently become a big-shot actress named Allison. The seventh one had written a book that Dave had eagerly read as soon as it was released. There was no telling about the rest of them, though. Dave hadn’t heard anything. 

As he stood, looking through the gate when he saw the door of the house swing open and someone step out. Dave’s eyes widened. Was this one of the former Umbrella Academy kids? Dave wasn’t sure, but there was no harm in asking. “Uh, hello?” He called out, hoping to grab the figure’s attention. 

[gheistfour]

btw this is a revived blog. my original, also gheistfour, was active from march 2019 to roughly fall 2019. i’m back, bitches. also i’m down to engage with show-and comic material, spoiler friendly.