#numbcr4

[umbrellamom]

wash (if you like ❤️)

@numbcr4 sent an ask for nonverbal starters

        “...what...” Grace’s question never grows wings enough to fly from her lips. There is so much she wants to ask, but a single glance gives her enough information, that she... she isn’t sure she wants to know. 

        Klaus has been in her makeup, that much is clear. He’s rimmed his eyes in dark shadows and liner, touched color to his lips (not her usual pinks or reds, but something cooler toned >> mauve?) and cheeks. Grace sees an abandoned attempt at mascara, just enough to fan out the boy’s lashes, and he is...

                                      He is lovely.

         “....Klaus.” Mom sighs, smiling slowly, “...look at you. Practically grown.” In the back of her processors, alarms are bleating. She knows the warning message (Sir Reginald must not see this!!), it has become a familiar mantra over the course of the Seven’s teenage years. It tells Mom that she will have to defy her programming, again. Because while Grace is designed to carry out Reginald Hargreeves’s wishes, he may have built her a little too well. And a Mother’s primary function will always be to her children, above all else.

         Approaching her son briskly, Grace pulls her handkerchief from her dress pocket. “-- You’ll need to clean your face before dinner, dear. But first...” She leans in, dabbing at the heavy handed blush on his cheeks, “...let me show you how to best contour those beautiful cheekbones.” 

[the-number-five-blog]

"I was wondering...When is Dolores' birthday? I could give her a wig... Oh god! She'd look amazing with one of those electric-blue wigs!"

Five looked up, brows raised a little. None of his siblings had ever asked about Dolores before, they’d just shrugged her off and ignored her. She’d been understandably upset by that but he’d reassured her it was simply a matter of time. “Well she never really had one before we met so we decided on the 31st of March, that way she could have spring and I could have fall. I’ll warn you now though, she’s not really a fan of blue.” 

[storiesheard]

"I love you, little spycho" misspelled for obvious reasons

“ go fuck yourself, klaus. “ there isn’t as much bite as usual to the statement.

[hekraken]

‘would i ever lie to you?’ (If u wish. Also hello!💕)

different   ways   to   say   ‘   i love you   ’   .     |     accepting  !!      ⸻   @numbcr4

          ❛     i   think   it   depends   on   the   SITUATION   ,   bro   .   otherwise   .   .   .   yes   .   yes   you   would   .   i   have   total   faith   in   your   lies   ,   klaus   .     ❜

[rumorsabound]

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where'd you get it?❞ (if you want

@numbcr4

Allison looked up as she zipped up her boots and straightened out her jacket. She thought she would have been able to head out for a while unnoticed, but then again their home had seen more liveliness in the past week than it had for years. 

“Just some vintage place on Broadway. And before you ask, yes you can borrow it.” It wasn’t like Klaus hadn’t been doing it for years already. Since she’d been home again she’d ‘misplaced’ two sweaters, a skirt, and three hats only to find them on her brother’s person a day later. Better not to bother fighting the oncoming storm and just go with it.

Starter Prompts Here

[unreliable-seance]

@numbcr4

it's canon now

*rolls around on the ground because emotions*

But seriously. I can totally see Ben buying all of them books.

[curiouscastarchive]

continued from HERE || @numbcr4

             Like it had so many times before the world began to shrink around Vanya, this causing her chest to tighten and her lungs to forget how to draw in breath. So she reaches out, and grips Klaus tightly by his shirt, small fists balling so hard the whites of her knuckles protrude. Her head slinks forward, dark locks curtaining her from the world around them as she attempts to focus on something anything other than the immediate thrumming of her heart. 

It’s then that Klaus does something Vanya never could have expected. He begins to hum; a sweet melody that she herself had played for him in their past - an instance that stuck in her memory so vividly, because she and Klaus NEVER found themselves together - and yet it was she who he found comfort in that night, her and her violin. “Y-yeah..” She stammers, bleary eyes finding his after a moment. Vanya forces her brain to focus, to go back and recall the sound of the song that had brought her brother so much comfort that night - and begins to hum it herself.  

               Before long her heart beat returns to normal - and Vanya can once again see the world clearly; all thanks to KLAUS. As the song comes to an end number seven smiles weakly, both arms falling around her brother in a tight embrace. “T-thank you, Klaus.” She says gently, her head resting against his chest, enduring all despite the thick smell of weed surrounding him. 

[the-number-five-blog]

🔓

Most people would assume Five’s biggest regret was not listening to his father but it isn’t. The one thing he wishes he did better was telling his siblings how much they meant to him. He loves them all so much and he never told them because he always just assumed that they knew, and that there would be time later to say so. The days alone were made worse with the knowledge that he hadn’t praised Luther that one time or appreciated Diego’s help enough. Every single sibling had been so good to him and he had just accepted it without thanks or anything concrete in return. Now when he’s back it feels wrong. They’ve gone so long without him and he’s changed so much. He feels like he can’t tell them how much they mean to him for fear that they see it as a ploy to get them to help or insincere. He just wishes he could. 

[storiesheard]

@numbcr4 | from here x

the only sound when klaus burst into the bathroom was five's labored breathing -- blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sort of distant as he stared at klaus. sluggish thoughts brought slurred words a few seconds too late.

" klaus, wait it's-- " his breath caught and he shivered. everything hurt, and he wasn't even completely present, and bothering his family with it was the last thing he wanted.

five opened his mouth to say something, only to pitch forward as his breath escaped him, and he grabbed for klaus' arm to steady himself. blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt, trailed down his legs.

" fuck, this -- it hurts, jesus-- " he gasped, spitting blood into the sink.

[storiesheard]

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-“

" you're acting like you've never seen blood before, klaus. " five's voice is strained, one hand planted firmly against the wound on his side, blood still seeping through the fabric of his shirt and dripping through his fingers.

he notes that he's probably getting the floor dirty, but he's in too much pain at the moment. " just go - go get mom, or someone- " he shudders, blinking over to the couch - a gasp of pain wrenched out of him once he does so. " gah - fuck. "

[storiesheard]

you’ll always be my kid. nothing will change that.

“ i’m older than you. by so many years. “ he pauses. “ … huh. i’m the oldest child, and i look the youngest. that’s bullshit. “

[the-number-five-blog]

❝why are you following me?!❞

“Because you’re my brother despite everything.” Five called out, jumping to catch up with Klaus. “You’re worrying me.” 

[umbrellamom]

Tagged by from: @krakentm

Tagging: @numbcr4, @fourthmedium, @curiouscast (Vanya?), @convincd

Bold / Italicize whatever applies to your muse

DEFENSIVE.

arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

hand-to-face gestures // head tilted //  stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows

SUSPICION.

arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION.

open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward // chin up // initiating contact

CONFIDENCE.

hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel // upright posture // poised stride

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION.

short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

[storiesheard]

what tarot card represents you?

You got: The Magician

You are a creative force. Not only do you flow with new and powerful ideas, you can actually buckle down and do the hard work to turn those ideas into reality. Because of your inventiveness, you’re a natural-born strategist and leader. Not to mention, you make it all look easy.

tagged by: stole it

tagging: @ouijahands @deadlywithabow @curiouscast @unreliable-seance @manipulatingmatters @ncmberfive @numbr2 @numbcr4 @botmum & anyone else who wants to do it!

[curiouscastarchive]

@numbcr4 gets a semi plotted starter! 

           His head is killing him, so much so that Klaus feels the need to press both his hands to his forehead in an attempt to quiet the roaring that is his brain. It doesn’t help - because of course it doesn’t. Fresh off the multitude of drugs he pumps himself full of, Klaus is feeling the immediate effects. Cold sweats, shakes, nausea - he’s got all the symptoms - but it’s what he needs to do; has to do in order to hone his skill; his GIFT - if that’s what you want to call it. If he ever wants to see Dave again; Klaus Hargreeves has to stay sober.

             With a deep breath number four reaches for the bottle of water situated next to his bed - only to realize he can’t quite grasp it. Instead his hand transitions THROUGH the bottle and it takes him a moment to realize exactly what has just happened. Both eyes close tightly before opening again, a hair wider than they had been before. He attempts again only to find his digits coursing through the plastic once more. “..What the..” He mutters to himself, casting those same emerald hues around the room. They fall almost immediately on another body, the only other body in the room; HIS. There’s a pause, a beat which allows him to blink in succession once more before the Hargreeves’ mutters - “Oh - shit.” Assuming he’s died.

[storiesheard]

muse body language.

bold / italicize what you apply to your muse.

tagged by: @deadlywithabow​ tagging: @youngkniives​ @mrtfour​ @numbcr4​ @fourthargreeves​ and anyone else who wants to :0

DEFENSIVE.

arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

hand-to-face gestures // head tilted //  stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows

SUSPICION.

arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION.

open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward // chin up

CONFIDENCE.

hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION.

short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring//heavy exhales