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THIS BLOG IS BEING ARCHIVED 

I’ve decided I’m going to move Klaus to a new, quieter blog, bc it be like that. if you’re still active and you want the new url hit me up :3 

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#&&. ooc #sorry lads is been rough #n Klaus isnt the best muse for #writing in rough mh patches

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—   iphigenia moves through the killing fields unaware of the bones in her midst.         —   she goes with the boy who glitters at the furthest edge of the city.      * *      VANYA      &      KLAUS,       ft .      @fourthseal .      (   happy holidays dee!!   )

#!!!!!!! #im weeping i love! #&&. hand in unlovable hand (violints)

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I Wanna Get Better || Bleachers 

Better, ‘cause I’m sleeping in the back of a taxi I’m screaming from my bedroom window Even if its gonna kill me Woke up this morning early before my family From this dream where she was trying to show me How a life can move from the darkness She said to get better

#this is on my klaus playlist #and i go feral every time #&&. drown out the dead (music)

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@hargrump​ / it’s christmas 

A year ago Klaus was in rehab and had spent Christmas day so deep into withdrawal he wouldn’t have realised the date if someone hit him over the head with a calendar. Not that Christmas has ever really meant much to the Hargreeves, Reginald never had time for things like holidays or cherished childhood memories. Still, spending the day shivering and throwing his guts up was pretty low, even for Klaus. This year he’s free of rehab, and perusing a list of homeless shelters as if it were a fine wine menu. “How about Holy Mary’s Sanctuary?” he asks Ben, “reckon they’ve got any spaces left? Although I don’t think the nuns like me, especially not after last time. They’re probably full anyway this time of year huh? Dammit I knew I should’ve booked in advance.”  he sighs, flings the leaflet on the ground. Homeless at Christmas, god bless us every fucking one. Across the road is a 24 hour store and the neon sign flickers, igniting an idea in Klaus’ brain. 

An hour later he’s stood on the doorstep of Diego’s boiler room apartment, a plastic bag in one hand, reindeer antlers perched on his head. He knocks, once, twice, “Dieg-ho-ho-ho? Are you in? Let me in bro it’s Christmas!” 

#hargrump #&&. v; hurricane drunk (iv) #alcohol tw #Garbage Trash Raccoon Boy Is Here For Christmas

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@violints​ / ho ho ho 

A lot has changed since last Christmas (hah!), Klaus is sober for one, and two years older which makes his head ache if he thinks about it too long. Also, Vanya has powers now and nearly destroyed the world. So, yeah, a lot going on. At least he’s not homeless anymore though so, hooray for that. He, Ben and Vanya have their own apartment now bought with Reginald’s money. Ben reads, Klaus works on making him corporal in between baking and AA meetings, and Vanya is a vigilante, it sounds like the start of a bad comedy but it’s the happiest Klaus has felt in...possibly ever. The others all want to do a Big Family Christmas this year, for the first time ever, and Klaus appreciates the effort he really does but...well, he and Vanya have a ritual, have had it for years now. Granted Klaus won’t be getting drunk with Home Alone this year, and cheap take out with bad movies isn’t exactly a huge feast made by Grace, but it’s familiar and it’s theirs. Something Klaus doesn’t want to lose, nor share with the others. 

“Hey Vee?” it’s three o clock on Christmas eve, the others will be expecting them any time now (a sleepover, Alison’s idea) Klaus stands in the living room doorway in an ugly sweater and a sheepish smile. “Wild idea sister mine, what if-and hear me out-we tell the others that our uh roof is leaking, or something, oh no, disaster right? We’ll make it over for dinner tomorrow of course, but tonight we have no option but to stay in and fix it, maybe with some movies on in the background. Hypothetically of course, does that sound like a sexy plan, or nah?” 

#violints #&&. v; welcome to a new tomorrow (v) #{i love they}

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ok...like this for a small christmas themed starter 

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One year for Christmas Klaus just wraps up a bunch of stuff he’d stolen from his family throughout the year and gave it to them for their presents and that’s why he has no rights 

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what’s up i haven’t abandoned my boy, life has just been hitting me over the head with a baseball bat recently, but i’m hoping it will all calm down a bit after christmas! 

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@violints I made this while brushing my teeth

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HAPPY BIRTHDEE!!!!!!!!!!! you are absolutely fantastic and i treasure ur friendship so much!!!!! i hope your day is as lovely as you are! i love u!!!!!!!

I'm weeping!! I love u too!

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#&&. lungs full of ghosts (isms) #big klaus vibes

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are you there god? it’s me, your disappointment

#&&. lungs full of ghosts (isms) #askjffsdhf #yeah

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he’s got a heart so pure, i bet he has flowers growing between his ribs

#&&. heaven's when you smiled at me (dave) #&&. lover i'll be home in a little while (soulkitchened)

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my hopes are with the dead

#oh this is dope as hell #&&. number four (visage)

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“Somewhere in this story I am nine years old filling the loud hollows with cement to drown out the ghost.”

— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “The Study”, Not Here

#&&. lungs full of ghosts (isms) #lemme just say: oof

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@fourthseal​      :       something grabbed me! monster! it was a monster!

vanya’s bolting out of her room the moment she hears a shout from down the hall.      it’s late,      late - late,      late enough that she can hear luther snoring from the other end of the hall and every single light in the mansion has long since been turned off,      leaving her fingertips feeling along the wall so she doesn’t trip over her own feet in the darkness.      it’s easy to tell the source of the sound,      if only because klaus keeps yelling      —      he’ll wake up the whole house at this rate,      and she doesn’t know how father will react to being woken up,      but she can’t imagine it’ll be good.

she can’t tell if the monster is his ghosts or a nightmare.     it doesn’t make much of a difference in the long run.     both are invisible to her.     she doesn’t know how to help with either,     but she sits on the edge of the bed     &     nudges his shoulder     —     his eyes are open,     but he doesn’t seem really awake,     still half - caught in whatever’s frightened him.          ‘   klaus.   ’          she’s whispering,     half - drowned by the mere sound of his breathing.          ‘   it’s okay.     i’m here,     nothin’s gonna grab you anymore.      i’ll scare the monsters off,   okay?   ’          if she says it with enough confidence,     maybe she can convince both of them she’d be able to protect him.

#&&. hand in unlovable hand (violints) #hey im emo #&&. saved