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violints-a-blog · 5 years
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ben vc : h - hewwo ? hewwo ??
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‘   HEWWO ??   BWENJAMIN ????   ’
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kerflooey · 5 years
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‘ get your hands out of my face. ’ ( ben @ klaus )
the mission was simple: go out to the store, getthe largest bag of flamin’ hot cheetos, boxed wine, meet candy man at thealley, get candy, go home, pass out on the couch surrounded by hot hotpurchases.  but he doesn’t like to go outon a sour mood! not when he’s got such a good night ahead. so he takes somehappy pills first. and isn’t it so muchfun already! someone’s not having fun. someone’s never had fun, not since he joined the not so recently departed.  
he’scollected his first item when he walks by the frozen fish section and therethey are. tentacles. on sushi. on bags. all chopped up in pieces and put up inplatters, just for two ninety-nine. how his eyes light up. he’d been ignoring him, but he feels him walking rightbehind him. lurking. always. so he comes to a sudden stop, twirls and throwshis arms at him. his face. thin air to everyone else.    ‘no, you can’t see that! don’t look!’he’s so horrified! and trying not to laugh! 
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  ‘those are your brothers! and sisters! oh my!’
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sungdreams · 4 years
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          @partiallystcrs :  ❔ uwu
any of the plastics and sue snell for sue tenny
luna lovegood for the doctor and / or phineas / finis kovarian
fiona frauenfeld for ben hargreeves and / or the doctor
send ❔ and i’ll list muses that i’d like to throw at yours.     accepting !
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botmum-a · 5 years
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       ❛    the  murder  on  the  orient  express seems  like  it’s  a  little  mature  for  you,  don’t  you  think ?    ❜   still,  it’s  interesting  to  see  the  book  he’s  picked  out  for  the  week.   ❛    i  don’t  believe  agatha  christie  wrote  her  mysteries  for  thirteen  year  old  boys.    ❜
@partiallystcrs - ben  |  starter call !
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violints-a-blog · 5 years
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giving them their coat . ( ben )
among everything ,   there’s these rare moments of happiness.   they’re in the backyard ,   &  vanya thinks they’re playing capture the flag ,   but she’d gotten a bit lost while luther was explaining the rules.   she’s meant to be guarding the flag for one of the teams.   she’s not sure which one.   (  that’s probably important.  )   she watches her siblings run around the yard ,   five teleporting about ,   diego blocking his ears so allison can’t rumor him into giving her the flag ,   and she smiles.   she isn’t quite part of the group ,   but she’s group - adjacent ,   and that’s closer than usual.   she’ll take it.
she doesn’t notice she’s shivering ‘till ben walks up to her   &   hands her his jacket.   (  she’d left hers inside ,   in such a hurry at the prospect of being included in one of their games that she hadn’t thought to grab it.  )   she smiles at him as she slides it on ,   the sleeves going past her hands.          ‘  thank you.  ’         she glances back to their other siblings for a moment ,   unable to quite make out what’s going on.     ‘  are we winning ?  ’
            *   meme  :  wordless fluff .          / /           no longer accepting .
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kerflooey · 5 years
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" okay , when you get kidnapped - not if , When - " ( ben @ klaus :^) )
whenyou get kidnapped, reginald hargreeves started hissentence, and that was as far as klaus’ attention went. it was way too hot. hecould see the sweat on luther’s back, and it was gross. the six of them were sitting in the living room, arranged intwo rows. the windows were closed, because god forbid this wednesday lesson wasin any way bearable. he envied vanya. he didn’t know exactly what she didwith her days, but they had to be better than his. it was summer. he was supposed to be out in the summer, doing that thingwhere he gets into some wild adventure in the forest and a dog follows himaround. a live dog. gotta clarifythat. 
instead, there he is, looking at posters on how to throw punches andwatching luther’s back stain grow bigger and bigger. funny how the grosser itgets, the harder it is to look away. he’s about to whisper to ben somethingabout it starting to get the shape of a rabbit on asteroids –or whateverthey’re called –when ben whispers something else first. okay, when you get kidnapped –not if, when. 
pop! there’s an idea. so klaus leans in a little closer to whisper back, doing everything in his power to hold back a smile. and to ignore the old woman standing in the corner, looking at him. it’s like she knows they’re supposed to be quiet. 
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      ‘should we kidnap ourselves for a really, really good ransom?           he’s expecting it, and we could go to studios universal the entire time’
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kerflooey · 5 years
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❛ in the end, there are only two types of people. the assholes and the dead. ❜ ( ben @ klaus )
   ‘uh-uh!’he says, cheeky grin on his face. uh-uh. some dead people are real assholes. like that old man fromthe grocery shop when they were nine? didn’t like being ignored. and what a mouth he had. who says things like thatto a child in his most precious, formative years? a child who may have beenstealing hot pockets, but still a child. there’s also that one pesky presence,who insists on following him and acting like his own personal jiminy cricketall the god damn time. real pain inhis ass. oh wait, that’s you ben.whatever happened to you? you used to be cool when you were alive! maybe that’swhy he still lets you hang around. that and the whole having no choice. 
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  ‘you’re forgetting dad! he’s both now! whoopee’ 
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kerflooey · 5 years
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" Do you have something to confess ? " ( Ben @ Klaus )
yes, but he can’t. he can’t. not yet. this, this of all things, should be his, and hisalone. even if for just some time. he shouldget the time, shouldn’t he? everyone gets it. time alone. time to be, time toscream, time to sob. he’d just started sobbing when he was back on the bus.he’d just gotten off the bus, touched the floor, walked home and now ben ishere. the blood, his blood, is stillon his hands. on his clothes. the noisesare still in his head. gunfire.  booms.he’s just gotten himself to stop shaking. maybe that’s why ben invited himselfback in. could he even know he’d been gone? how? how long? he knows how it works on his side of the line, not the other.the line. booms. gunfire. blood. medics! stop thinking about it. calm down. he has to calm down. he hasto settle back in. here, now. but he can’t do it if he talks about it. if heconfesses.
how can five even do it? he’s gotta admit, thelittle guy’s making more sense to him now. what can you even say, when you’resure no one would understand? ben’sa dead guy, so he should understand death. but he doesn’t understand being theone left behind. and he hadn’t, because ben was there. ben was there and wantedto talk, but what could he even say?knowing him probably some pseudo therapeutic, sorry for your loss bullshit.bullshit klaus doesn’t want to hear. so he’llbullshit.  he’ll squint his eyes (goodbyetears!), and lean his head back, and get back on his merry go round of a life.     ‘let me think …’             chuckle.      ‘oh yeah. it was me who read your diary and told everyone about the tony the tiger nightmare when we were eight. good times’
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he needs a bath. ben goes away when he’s on the tub.     ‘now if you’d excuse me, i’d like to freshen up, and i can see how i’m not your favorite person. so hasta luego.’
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kerflooey · 5 years
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  ‘begone, thot’
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