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So sorry I didn’t get to do Halloween Shenanigans on this blog this year, but in all fairness, I was having the time of my life doing my little goth pilgrimage to the Official Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Halloween Ball in New Orleans 🖤

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@crosseddestiny sent: “[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.” (klaus checking his phone and the rev accidentally texted this to him instead of olivia lmfao wonder what the "banging" noise could have been 😏)

"Whoopsie daisy," Klaus lets out a huff of laughter as he squints against the soft blue glow of the screen. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he doesn't even really need to read the text to know they're in trouble. Any text from the Rev means bad news, in his experience.

Chucking the phone over to Manfred, he shuffles up in bed, stretches over to the bedside table to grab his trusty ashtray and pack of pre-rolls. "Not to sound ungrateful or whatever, but I'm just saying— if that guy's allowed to turn into a goddamn tiger once a month, I feel like he doesn't really have the right to be placing noise complaints."

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"The Monocle? HAH! No, leisure time was only allowed for a half hour a week— noon to half-past-noon on Saturdays. Not enough time to carve a pumpkin in our precious 30 minutes of free time."

He's been picking at the gunk under his nails with the little skinny saw tool from the cheap carving kit for the past five minutes. It's surprisingly satisfying, though he knows he'll just get more pumpkin under them once he starts properly carving. Still, he picks at his nails and fiddles with the tools as he brainstorms his design.

"Pffft, good art is BORING— at least Picasso's shit was interesting to look at."

His nose scrunches with a laugh as he tries to picture what Lydia would look like with an ear on the top of her head, and her nose slid over to the side.

"Just be glad my brother's not here. Motherfucker could show us both up and carve the Mona Lisa into one'a these things with his eyes closed, swear to god!"

LYDIA PUFFED OUT HER CHEEKS. two round pumpkins sat in front of them on her dining room table. she was more of a spooky all year round kind of girl, but there were a couple of things to break out during the season. "the colonel or whatever he had you call him - did he do stuff like this with you? i thought you'd have fun with it" she had gone through the trouble of cutting holes in the tops of pumpkins before taking her's off. lydia reached in and pulled out the pumpkin's guts handful by handful. there was a bowl between them to put the innards. she liked the way it squished between her fingers. "i don't know what i'm going to carve this year, last year i tried to do a self portrait. it went terrible. i looked like one of those fucked up picasso paintings."

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halloween sentence starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

“I love the decorations.”

“There are so many sexy kitties in here.”

“Am I the only one in costume?”

“I’m not sure if this room is full of strangers or if I just can’t recognize anyone because of the costumes.”

“Do I hear ‘Monster Mash’ playing?”

“Come on, let’s dance. Even the skeletons are doing it.”

“Did someone spike the punch?”

“I hate costume parties…”

at a haunted house

“This stuff’s for babies.”

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”

“BOO!”

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“FuCK NO–”

“That makeup is so realistic.”

“I paid $40 so I better die.”

alone

“You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”

“[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.”

“Halloween?? With friends?? What friends?”

“[text] I just heard some weird noises. [text] No I’m being serious. [text] I need you ri”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“I’ll just be chilling with the monsters under my bed.”

“Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with.”

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

with kids

“Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

“Aw~ I love your costume.”

“And who are you?”

“Look, man. You can’t give toothbrushes to kids on Halloween.”

“Trick or treat!”

“Let me check those before you eat them.”

“UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”

“I wish it was socially acceptable for me to trick or treat on my own, but it’s not, so.”

with friends

“We should egg his/her/their house.”

“Help me with my costume!”

“TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”

“Are you just going to wear a T-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it?”

“Should we be drinking this much?”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

“Time to join the skeleton war, bitches.”

as a flirt

“You look so hot in that.”

“After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”

“[jumps into __’s arms out of fear]”

“Your outfit is scary…take it off.”

“I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”

“If I was in a scary movie, I’d want to be trapped with you.”

“You–uh–spooked…my heart.”

“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

misc.

“Let’s carve a pumpkin!”

“I’d be a witch in another life.”

“I wonder if I still have that ouija board…”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“What costume are you wearing?”

“Let’s pull a prank.”

“I hate Halloween.”

“Can you tell me why you have an actual skeleton in your closet?”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY UMBRELLA SIBS!!!

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kinda wanna do an insane munday tomorrow, but i also kinda don't wanna dox myself.

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YEEEAAAAAAHHHHH i won my bid on Klaus' rehab props from the TUA pilot episode!!! Out of all the props from s1, I'm so so excited to get the original sobriety chip that he's given. I feel like these props represent the core of his character arc that first season and I'm so excited to get everything framed on my wall next to all my autographs from the s4 premiere :)

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kinda wanna do an insane munday tomorrow, but i also kinda don't wanna dox myself.

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Klaus swears he can hear the thud of his heart, louder and louder with every passing second of silence between them. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Most people, he realizes, aren't so freaked out by the idea of death, but will do just about anything to avoid the topic of killing yourself. Even the dead, as it turns out.

"You wouldn't need television," he snorts at Dave's halfhearted attempt to dissuade him. "If I was here for good, we wouldn't need anything. No television, no distractions, just... you 'n me."

There's a crack in his voice on the very last syllable as his whole body floods with yearning. For one blinding it pulses through his veins and burns in every sinew of his body, this relentless wanting, until even that small part of his brain that recognizes this morbid, self-destructive daydream for what it is seems to be muffled beneath the tide. You n' me. That's all Klaus has ever wanted.

As always, Dave knows just how to temper his stormy weather. He cracks a joke, and Klaus finds himself huffing with laughter as he tilts his head, cranes into the soft feel of Dave's lips.

"Oh, Diego would definitely cry if he saw how much money I owe those dealers," he cackles.

Then, before he can stop himself, there's another thought that pops into his head as he leans back to stare at Dave with stunning concentration: "Did your family cry?"

❛   i can do anything i want up here &* all i want to do is watch you live your life. ❜ to be a part of it , somehow. he knows it's a fruitless endeavor , to yearn for the mortal realm. but it never leaves him. klaus was so integral to everything ; of course he would always wait here for him. he will never admit to being lonely. time moves differently here --- feelings of sadness pass like these waves. mostly , he's just glad he can keep connected somehow. besides , it's not like he can't come haunt klaus anytime he likes -- assuming he's sober , anyway. sometimes klaus is even able to make him corporeal again ! not for long , but it was easier than all of this.

the statement catches him off guard ----- as does the flip his heart does. the surprise there is that it seemed to flip in two different directions , split right down the middle -- joy &* heartbreak. joy at the idea of having klaus here with him to live out their afterlives together , at peace. absolute heartache at the knowledge klaus would be dead -- if he could even die to begin with.

❛   you'd get so bored around here. ❜ don't mind that he'd just said he could do anything he'd like. ❛   &* you'd deprive me of the best channel on that television. you're not that cruel , are you , darlin' ? ❜ he tries his best to sound convincing --- to sound like he doesn't want klaus there. but it's hard to hide that yearning in his gaze as dave turns his head to watch him.

he leans over &* presses a kiss to klaus' cheek , his nose nudging his cheekbone. ❛ you'll be here one day. &* i'll be here waiting. then we can see which drug dealer shows up to your funeral. see if diego cries giving a speech.   ❜ his lips brush down his cheek to his jawline, then around to the edge of his ear. ❛   it'll be the best &* worst day of my life. ❜

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[requested] Klaus + calling Claire 'Claire Bear'

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@notefinal sent: will you please sit down for two seconds?

"No thanks!" Klaus shouts as he rushes past his brother, nearly clipping his shoulder and running straight into the glass trophy case at the end of the room.

Klaus has always been a night owl, but these days he's more of a never sleeps owl. To be fair, it's not his fault. If he didn't have these piece of shit powers, he'd probably be tucked away all cozy in bed like Luther or Viktor or— well, not Five evidently, because Five is right here giving him the most adorable stink eye.

To be fair, this all used to be a hell of a lot easier when he was on a shitload of drugs. See, this shit never used to be a problem for the old Klaus! The old Klaus didn't need sleep; he could outrun any ghost if he was high enough, and either way he never slept if he could help it. Between being absolutely wired out of his mind and hopping from place to place before the police could catch him, Klaus Hargreeves had been in a perpetual state of motion for thirteen years.

But he's clean now, and that means with sobriety comes a whole new host of issues— biggest of all being that every goddamn time he closes his eyes, he's jumped by a million and one not-so-dearly-departed scumbags trying to hitch a ride with his unconscious.

So yeah, maybe he chugged an ungodly amount of redbull, and maybe he found his old roller skates in the playroom downstairs, and maybe zooming around the foyer and 3 o'clock in the morning is the only thing that seems to stop him from getting the caffeine jitters.

Not his fault Five is a light sleeper.

"If I sit down, I'll die!" He shouts during his next pass. "Don't worry— go back to bed, Five!"

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Oh, bugger. They'd been doing so well, with all the fabulous distractions of bootstraps and family drama, that for one shining moment he had almost forgotten about that pesky nagging sense of overwhelming dread in the back of his head. Maybe he moved on or something, Diego says, and it feels...god, he can't tell if it's a relief or a burden, but it feels like Diego has finally dug that thought, the worst case scenario, right out of the darkest corner of his mind and dragged it into the blinding light.

"If he moved on, I'll kick his ass," he says with a voice that sounds about two seconds away from crying. "I'll find his ass and I'll kick it. I don't care. I'll find him."

Of course the thought had occurred to Klaus— and, of course, every time it came up, it got bottled right back down because truth be told, Klaus just can't accept that answer right now. A life without Dave isn't a live worth living, as far as he's concerned.

"Ouija board, tarot, bone throwing, mirror scrying...I swear to god, I'm this close to shoving crystals and sage up my ass." He all but pouts.

And just like that, Diego slaps a band-aid right over the pain, keeps steamrolling right ahead like he didn't just propose the most shattering outcome, and the worst part is: it works. Klaus cackles at the idea of his brother as a hibachi chef, and though the sound mostly gets stuck in his throat and the sudden exhale of air through his nose makes him blow a snot bubble, it feels good to exorcise all the jumbled up feelings knotted up inside him.

"Hey-uh! A little respect for the dead!" He tries his best to act offended at Diego's suggestion, but he can't keep the scowl on his face for long. "I could ask you the same, y'know. Does Patch count as your girlfriend if she's ghosted your ass enough times to fill a cemetery?"

❛   they got those little loop things at the heel. aren't those boot straps ? ❜ they are not. whatever. it's just an expression. he works on scrambling up the eggs as he listens , his shoulders deflating a bit as he hears his explanation. he's never been the sibling to turn to for emotional things ----------- then again , which of them was actually able to fill that role ? even mom wasn't programmed for that.

❛   maybe he's not there. ❜ he turns his head to look over at klaus , a brow arching. ❛   like . . . maybe he moved on or something. that's what ghosts do , right ? go to heaven or some shit ? ❜ he's never been versed in religion or the supernatural ------- that was klaus' thing. diego had other shit to focus on &* learn. ❛   you tried a ouija board ? ❜ he aims to at least make klaus laugh , if nothing else. it's not like he's got any answers on how to fix the issue.

he looks back to the eggs so that he can mix in some cheese. ❛ i don't know what the hell i'd be using my powers for if i wasn't doin' the crime stopping shit. maybe like . . . hibachi grill chef ?   juggler in the park ? professional merman ? fuck , i never use the whole breathing underwater thing. ❜ maybe because it brings back such shitty memories of being forcibly held underwater.

❛   . . . does he count as your boyfriend if he's . . . you know -- dead ? i mean , can you ------ you know ------ ❜ he lazily rolls his wrist around suggestively.

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the bit has led me places i wouldn't even go with a gun

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once again juggling Too Many Things but :) will hopefully actually get my shit together tomorrow and be here :)

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i LOVE IT WHEN REDEEMABLE CHARACTERS RELAPSE INTO THEIR OLD WAYS!!! WHEN THEY GO BACK TO THE DARK SIDE!!! TO THE FEIGNED COMFORT OF WHEN THINGS FELT GOOD!! BUT THEY LEARNED SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THEMSELVES THAT THE OLD PLACE DOESN'T TRULY FEEL AT HOME EITHER, BUT IT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO RUN TO!!!! HELLLL YEAH

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@notefinal sent: why should i tell you anything? / dolores

"Why should you—?!" He repeats the question in utter disbelief, scoffing out each syllable with hands flying wildly out to his sides, attempting to grip onto something and eventually landing in his hair when they cannot find purchase.

God, he can see why Five chose this one. Confident, secretive, and just enough of a bitch that Klaus doesn't exactly know what to do with. They're a match made in heaven and, truly, Klaus would love to ask his brother all about what he sees in her and if he's really 100% sure about his decisions, only Five isn't here right now, and Klaus...well, Klaus was never exactly cut out for saving the day, especially all on his lonesome.

"Look, I know you don't care for me. That's all fine and dandy— in fact, you can get in line with, oh I dunno, the rest of the fucking world!" He laughs. "I don't give a shit if you don't like me, I don't give a shit if you never talk to me ever again, but I just— I need you to tell me what the fuck happened to my brother."

He taps his feet on the ground like an anxious jackrabbit, nails pressing at his inked palms as he attempts to divert some of the panicked energy to keep from outright exploding.

"If those...those people have him. At the...the commission, or whatever the fuck...we gotta get him back, right?"