#theseancekid

[pivotalmark]

❛ you're breathing in my space . ❜ annoyance is clear in diego's exasperated huff , dark gaze sparing no dagger point as it flickers over to @theseancekid . ❛ back up . &* start over ; i wasn't listening . ❜

[handlr]

@theseancekid said: "why do you have to be such a megabitch?"

"Well, I'd prefer the term pragmatic," the Handler arches one of her perfectly manicured brows at the most annoying Hargreeves sibling she's ever personally encountered, but a smile plays at the edges of her mouth all the same. She never would have made it this far in the Commission if she hadn't learned how to hold her head high and wear the word bitch like a crown on her head, and now it's become more a mark of pride than shame: If they think she's heartless, then she's clearly doing her job right.

They can say whatever they like about her, anyway. They're just scrounging around for excuses, projecting their own mediocrity onto her. How pitiful.

She sits up a bit straighter in her seat, smoothing the skirt of her new black dress so it hangs tantalizingly just above her knees, the way the tailor insisted it would, and clasps her hands on the polished surface of her cherry-oak desk, red nail polish and silver rings gleaming against the dark wood. "Honestly... Klaus, isn't it? Yes, that's it. I really don't see why I ought to give you something for nothing here. That's just bad business sense. Surely, you can understand that." She laughs, then, at the expression on his face, tossing her head back and putting a hand to her chest. "Now, now, don't look at me like that! I'm certain we can work out a fair deal! The question is..." she sobers up again and fixes him with an unflinching stare. "What are you willing to give me in exchange?"

[tempportal]

@theseancekid​​ said: “I’ve made a huge mistake.”

“Klaus,” the noise that pushes its way out of his mouth can’t really be called a groan in the absolute strictest sense of the term, but it’s definitely not a whine, and he’ll stand by that even as he (very reluctantly, and very resentfully) lifts his head up off the pillow to level a dark glare at his brother. “It’s three in the goddamn morning. Unless you’ve just kickstarted another apocalypse or broken the coffeepot, the only ‘huge mistake’ you have to worry about is waking me up.”

 And that should be the end of it, really — hell, that would be the end of it if he had anything to say about it, because it’s three in the goddamn morning and he’s finally beginning to establish that “normal sleep schedule” that Allison and Luther are always nagging him about, and he wasn’t even having one of his terrifyingly vivid Apocalypse Dreams or anything, so he probably could have maintained that peaceful slumber until sunrise, honestly, fuck you, Klaus — but it’s not.

Because he is such a disgustingly sentimental sucker for his stupid family that it only takes a single look at his brother (little Number Four who’d sneak into his room in the middle of the night when the ghosts got too loud and scary, little Number Four who never really grew up) before he softens, all his frustration melting away like a lump of sugar in the rain.

Five huffs out a deep sigh and pushes himself up on his elbows, rubbing blearily at his eyes with his knuckles, before he refocuses on Klaus. “Okay, okay, just—just tell me what’s going on. What did you do?”

[frightesa]

@theseancekid drew the knight of wands

it was difficult for viktor to feel settled into his life. so many choices were stolen from the hargreeves children, and it was only in their home that viktor found control. while their siblings didn't visit often, there had always been a door ajar, just waiting to be pushed open. he had cleaned up the cobwebs and shooed out the dust, trying to manifest a new normal for himself.

viktor laughs, looking up at klaus,"i know this isn't the right way to do it." they confessed. over his gas oven he held a marshmallow skewered on a butter knife that was heating over the flame. viktor turned the sweet over to make sure it was evenly browning. "you welcome to try, you might have better luck. i just kept thinking about how we've never had a s'more. or how i haven't at least. and i won't be caught camping but i thought this i could try."

[huntedvideo]

KLAUS HARGREEVES: WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT ME? 'crash and burn, baby. and probably have more snacks in the car without you eating all of them,' it's a teasing tone that touches finley's words, the man glancing in his rearview mirror. scanning the highway that stretches out behind them as he drives, before eyes move back to the road in front of him. 'seriously, we just stopped, and you already ate all the beef jerky. next time, just tell me you're hungry - we'll get some real food, man,' @theseancekid.

[crosseddestiny]

50 random starters | accepting!! @theseancekid sent: “Do you think snails have feelings?” for literally whichever muse your heart desires. klaus needs to know about snails. it's very important.

“Everything - ” Frank slid back a little on the hardwood floor, hands going up, palms facing outward as he imagined the world, then reconsidered it, “no, - every living thing has feelings, Klaus. That’s how you know they’re alive. That’s what helps us show compassion, and empathy, to all creatures, including snails.”

He paused briefly before continuing, “They don’t express it like we do, but they’re there. You just have to pay attention, and you’ll see.” He smiles to himself at the thought, most people usually ignored the tiny creatures. "Have you ever observed one up close?"

[cxstae]

@theseancekid said :: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ :)

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, why does klaus choose the least convenient of moments to insist on making milo SMILE. he's trying to be aloof and mysterious for fucks sake. so he fights it, just for a moment, before any attempt is proven fruitless and he chuckles softly, tossing a battered pack of cigarettes in klaus' direction as a wordless invitation to join him. milo often finds himself on the balcony in the early hours of the morning, in those precious moments just before the sun rises and the city below awakens milo finds some hint of PEACE. milo welcomes klaus into the tranquility, god knows the other could do with a little bit of this quiet.

❛ i didn't want to wake you. ❜

[gorhounds]

@theseancekid liked for a starter (about two months ago lmao)

Last time Scout moved out, it was with a couple hundred bucks and a stolen car with no clear destination in mind. You would think any moves that happen after that would be significantly less stessful, but honestly she's not convinced. Her shitty landlord has finally hiked up the rent on the shitty one bedroom apartment to a level that Scout just can't afford even working two jobs. It sucks, and if she had time she'd be angry about it, but she doesn't. Instead she's spent the last couple of weeks frantically trying to find somewhere affordable before finally signing the lease on what's very generously being described as a studio apartment. In reality it's one room with a mattris and some kitchen appliences that don't look like they've been safety checked since the 70s, but at least it's a roof and, well-beggers can't be choosers.

"Thanks for helping out, man" she says to Klaus as he shoves some t shirts haphazardly into a box. They're long past the point of trying to pack things neatly or carefully, and have entered the kind of exhausted hysteria that only comes with moving house. "Feel free to pour a bunch of oil down the drains to fuck with my landlord, you know, if you uh, get the urge."

[lcsthings]

@theseancekid / starter call.

DESPITE WHAT SOME BELIEVE, Morpheus allows dreamers as much privacy as can be afforded. Some of the matters seen in slumber are intimate, painful, and pleasurable — of which he has no right to view. But sometimes he feels a pull to otherwise mundane wanderings only to find a tear in his land. Small though it may be, the potential for it to grow & cause an even greater disturbance is not a chance he’s willing to take. Again. The situation surrounding Daniel Hall is not something he wishes to experience once more.

THIS IS WHY THIS DREAM IN PARTICULAR INTERESTS HIM. Mediums have the ability to connect with the dead; it is an ability that has fascinated him long before his sister explained its occurrence ( & that she had found the whole idea charming, something he didn’t understand — but then again, Death was always a mystery even to her brother ). But their power is only something they can manipulate in the waking world, as the dreaming is his realm & has no place for the dead. Only powerful Mediums can pull the spirit of lost ones into their slumbering, a rare incident that causes more trouble than it’s worth.

THIS WAS NO DIFFERENT. Klaus Hargreeves dreams of his past lover. It is a bittersweet recreation of memories, old longings long since buried. But where most only remember, it appears the spirit of David Katz has been pulled from his rest to ease the ache this boy could not soothe. Whether he knew it or not, David was imprisoned here. No matter how happy the spirit may appear, the dead are not meant to walk, even in dreams. “Klaus Hargreeves,” he calls, a voice that echoes along the bar walls, the occupants that writhe & fling their bodies in dance all ceasing their movements & falling eerily still. A moment later, they are gone, leaving it empty save for the scrawny form of Klaus & the looming figure of Dream standing before him. “You are harming the natural order of the dreaming. The dead do not belong.”

EYES, A SLIT OF SILVER IN AN EXPANSE OF DARK MATTER, FALL UPON THE STILL FORM OF DAVID KATZ. “By intention or not, you’ve pulled this spirit from its rest. Whatever you think he is, he is not the same as you remember.” Should this entity stay here it, it would not only become corrupt, a horror worthy of nightmares but also taint this very realm. He couldn’t allow that. “You must revoke him. Send him back to where he belongs. Would you deny your lover peace?”

[littlelightningbvg]

@theseancekid the fact that once more our characters have something like this in common makes me so happy!!

[heavenfelled]

@theseancekid / klaus sent : "my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person."

' 𝐔𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 - 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 ! 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎. smart kid, ' mouth twisted to the semblance of a grin, all teeth. it strained the hard lines of his face, whether menace had been the intent or no. ' shall i bother with the whole business of demonic tempting, et cetera, or ... d'you reckon we can take that as said ? '

[pivotalmark]

❛ BACK SO SOON ---------- ? ❜ luke can't help but tease the other ; they're both regulars . one of them just happened to be a failed superhero who could see ghosts . the other ? just a failure in general , who could also see ghosts . ONE GHOST , but hey , that counted . ❛ i was just starting to miss you , @theseancekid . ❜ an amused smile curves luke's lips as he leans back on the wall his bunk sat against . REHAB HAD THE SHITTIEST BEDS . ❛ you look like shit . bad strain ? ❜ the track marks on luke's hands &* feet are just barely starting to heal ; but he's been here many times , for most of his adult life . he's not exactly a screaming success case .

[murdcck]

↪   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳  “   ♫   ”  𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷   𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 ,      *   bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics ! @theseancekid

──  ; I WOULD DIE 4 U. by holly humberstone. .... You're just a sinner, I am told, be your fire when you're cold, make you happy when you're sad, make you good when you are bad. I'm not a human, I am a dove. iIm your conscious, I am love. All I really need is to know that you believe. Yeah, I would die for you, yeah, darling, if you want me to.

──  ; MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE. by francis and the lights. ....  May I have this dance? To make it up to you? Can I say something crazy? I love you. Give me both your hands to make it up to you. Let me spin and excite you. We are bound to inherit, the sins of our parents, and all of the people we passed through. Now we're down to the last two

──  ; I REALLY WANNA STAY AT YOUR HOUSE. by rosa walton & hallie coggins. ....   I'm on top of you, I don't wanna go, ‘cause I really wanna stay at your house. And I hopе this works out, but you know how much you broke me apart. I'm done with you, I'm ignoring you. I don't wanna know.

──  ; MESS IS MINE. by vance joy. ....   Well, hold on, darling, this body is yours. This body is yours and mine. Well, hold on, my darling, this mess was yours, now your mess is mine. Your mess is mine.

──  ; I SEE YOU. by missio. ....  I see you when you're down, and depressed, just a mess. I see you when you cry, when you're shy, when you want to die. I see you when you smile, it takes a while, at least you're here. I see you. Yes, I see you. I'm alone with you, you're alone with me.

──  ; MESS IT UP. by gracie adams. ....   Did I fall out of line when I called you? When I told you "I'm fine", you were lied to. How could I think that all that I gave you was enough? 'Cause every time I get too close, I just go mess it up.

[tempportal]

@theseancekid​​ said: “I said I was sorry!”

“I don’t care if you’re sorry! I told you to stay away from her! I told you not to touch her! You could have fucking killed her, you asshole!” Even as he screams himself hoarse at his brother, Five is careful to be as gentle as possible with Dolores — he should lay her down on the bed to inspect her for further damage, he knows, but he can’t bear to let go of her, to take his trembling hands off her, so he only cradles her closer to his chest instead, cupping the back of her cracked head in his palm.

Oh, Christ, her head is cracked, a thin hairline fissure running from the top of her hairless scalp all the way down to her cheek, and he tries like hell to remember everything he’s ever read about blunt-force trauma and brain damage but his mind is running wild with the panic and he’s drawing a total blank and he knows she can’t really die, but all of a sudden, he’s terrified that maybe she can, maybe she will, maybe she’s already long gone, maybe the body in his arms is just a body.

A choked sob pushes its way out of his throat at the thought, his breath hitching and shuddering, and he rounds on Klaus again even as his vision blurs with tears. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Why did you do that?! Why did you hurt her?!”

[frightesa]

KLAUS  //  @theseancekid​ 

      viktor was a king of sentimentality. they enjoyed keeping all the small bits of life, becoming their keeper. perhaps it was because he felt everyone else had so much to remember. of course none of their siblings remembered the year they got snowed in, or the halloween where they had a massive candy trade. they were fighting monsters and villains that he could imagine that it was small in comparison. small and by comparison forgettable. 

       he has set out to visit klaus with a heaviness to his bag. “first snow of the season.” he commented, glancing out the window. “well first snow that’s set to stick anyway.” they tugged at their flannel before slumping down  in the chair across from klaus.   “i brought a gift, if you want it.” he said carefully. “with it being the holidays and all.”

starter call.

[crosseddestiny]

PROMPTS FOR DEEP CONVERSATIONS | accepting!! @theseancekid sent:  would you change anything about me? for manfred :(

“Y’know. There’s this spot…” Manfred moves to sit up from where he’d been lying on the hardwood floor, and peeks just over the edge of the couch to view Klaus’ sprawled out body. “Right – about - ” His index finger zigs and zags in the air, then gently pokes a spot on his boyfriends thigh. “Here.”

Finger retreats, and he leans forward to plant a kiss on that spot before pulling back, his arm comes to rest on the edge of the couch, chin dropping down to rest on top of his wrist. He smiles to himself, hazel eyes peering up, not yet clued in to the seriousness of the question, and he chuckles softly, “I always thought a certain pair of initials would look lovely right about there. What’dya think? Bet Chuy could do it up real nice.”

Suddenly the air seems to be sucked out of the room as he locks eyes with Klaus, and he realizes that this wasn’t the time for jokes. Quick to recover, the psychic medium pushed up off the floor and took the empty spot on the couch. “Hey, hey…” His eyes fill with concern, and he puts an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, pulls him into the crock of his arm. Pressing a kiss against the side of his temple, he remains quiet, fingers gently rubbing the ball of the others shoulder.

“No. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” His fingers lift a little before dropping back down against his shoulder as he talks. “Do I wish things had been different for you? Of course, I do. But changing any part of you? It would mean changing the person I’ve fallen in love with, and why would I ever want to do that?”

Another pressed kiss against his temple, and he takes a deep breath, “I want to watch you grow as a person, Klaus. That’s what I want to do. I want to be a part of this adventure we’re having, this life we’re making together. If there’s changes that come, they’ll be ones you make, and I’ll be right there with you, to support you.” He hadn’t meant to get all sappy and mushy, but sometimes when he looked into those eyes he found it hard not to become Nicholas Sparks. Damn Xylda and her gas station novels.

"As for that tattoo though..." his attempt to lighten the mood, a smirk spreading wide across his features as he returned back to his original suggestion.