#if you havent yet you should commission them

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

I shall humbly ask for Shenhe, Eula, and Ayaka's S/O getting very shy asking if they can kiss for the first time.

The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain

Them reacting to their S/O getting shy when asking if they can kiss

characters: Shenhe / Eula / Ayaka x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: "The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain" Same Chris. Same. Just saying… Shenhe’s skin

That being said, I havent written *that much* these last couple of weeks, so I'm sorry if my writing is a bit rusty, I did give it my best tho.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Shenhe

Sometimes, Shenhe couldn’t help but find you… weird. You had no problems talking to complete strangers, happily chatting away as if you knew each other from way back in your childhood, were comfortable with praising, complimenting or saying other things many humans seemed to find embarrassing to her, and yet, when your hand as much as brushed against hers while walking side-by-side you’d apologize as if there was no tomorrow while your face turned all manner of red.

Perhaps you getting embarrassed from touching her wasn’t the weird part and your willingness to voice your feelings was, or perhaps these were two entirely different things that Shenhe had yet to understand.

So when the day came you turned shy simply by talking, it immediately caught her attention. And yet, your words didn’t seem to match your behavior at all. Wasn’t it normal or even expected for couples to kiss? Why were you getting so worked up about it?

“Sure”, she responded so bluntly that, for a brief moment, even you were starting to wonder why you had been so nervous in the first place.

She’d have to make sure to ask you about it later, although that could wait a bit, considering how happy and relieved you looked at this moment.

Eula

Being direct had never been Eula’s strength, so much was clear from the moment you first spoke to her. The Lawrence instead choosing to encrypt her true feelings and opinions in a matter that easily came over as aloof and stand-offish. And while you quickly took up her manner of speech when around her, your adaptiveness made the moments you broke character so much more jarring.

So when you asked her whether or not it was alright for you to kiss her suddenly and out of nowhere (also known as dusk at the end of a long date), with a face as red as a crimson fabric and enough tripping over your words to make a drunkard shake their head in disbelief, Eula couldn’t help but be caught off-guard.

Before she knew it, her face was on its way to mirror yours. The proud aristocrat suddenly finding herself at a loss for words as she desperately attempted to string together enough words to save face. Each second making the whole situation so much more embarrassing.

And yet, Eula somehow managed to regain her composure in time, swallowing whatever remnants of surprise and embarrassment she felt before speaking up with her usual grin.

“You may try, although you should think twice about it. I am a Lawrence after all, so you should know better than to trust us. But since it’s you, I might even allow you to leave in one piece.”

Ayaka

As the eldest daughter of the Kamisato Clan, the leaders of the Yashiro Commission in charge of cultural and ceremonial affairs, Ayaka was well-versed in all sorts of ancient traditions. And while she found no use for traditional courting rituals, she couldn’t help but pick up on them while trying to memorize the rest.

All of which was to say that once the two of you started to go out, her expectations and knowledge about relationships were somewhat outdated or out of place. So when the day came that you shyly asked her whether or not you could kiss her, Ayaka’s brain short circuited, not expecting you to ask in such an outright and sudden manner.

“Ah. You- What?” As the princess began stumbling over her words, she suddenly missed the days she could hide behind her paperwall while talking to you, getting all the positives from talking to you while not having to worry about her body-language. And yet, here you were, both of you slowly but surely getting more nervous and panicked as the awkward silence stretched on.

“That came out of nowhere, j-just forget I said anything”, you eventually broke the silence, too embarrassed to even look in her direction as you suddenly pretended to find a nearby tree irresistibly interesting.

When you eventually did turn back towards her however, only to be greeted with a kiss that was supposed to land on your cheek and instead ended up on the corner of your mouth and an Ayaka whose face turned even redder than before, your face heated up once again as you looked instinctively looked away, all the while wearing a large smile.

[storgicdealer]

ehehehehehe okay. first things first i figured out a good name for stohio: carteblan (i cannot believe it took me this long ive been calling it stohio for like ? oh my god just over a year now)

anyways yeah.

i havent figured out the exact timeline, but a couple years before victim "came back to life"/escaped the ava1 youtube video (that's a whole other can of worms), stickfigures were just finding out about the existence of other living sticks. in particular, freedom was a rather popular figure as one of the first sticks to break out of stick slavery (many living stickfigures were put to tasks, similar to chosen and second, where it was either do the task or die). freedom specifically was the first to discover the outernet, and quickly provided a link to others online.

he then created the "stick freedom ad" (which earned him his name; prior to this, he was simply known as unti (short for untitled) (sticks having Names outside of their roles was not a common thing yet)). he made this ad and scammed several websites into displaying it without actually paying for it by using fraudulent money (there are a couple very old blog posts and forum posts about the Stick Freedom Ad and what its supposed to mean, since clicking on it leads to an error 404).

as more sticks were freed and entered the outernet, they began to build houses. some sticks that had experience with drawing helped draw the sketches for these houses, which was then built upon using the surrounding resources. this eventually developed into carteblan, the city that mango and purple live in today.

however as time passed the culture in carteblan became a little elitist--- victim-blamey (haha), acting like all sticks should be strong, and turning down their noses on sticks who look a little too different from the norm (like paleo, ballista and hazard) (the norm being hollowheads, fullheads and whiteheads).

like i mentioned in my reblog, the sticks in carteblan began to crave more, lives similar to human lives, and amongst that was a demand for stick children. in my headcanon, sticks cannot reproduce and any sex they have is entirely recreational, so they had to devise another method for having kids. adoption, like mango did with gold in my hc, is the most common way of doing this.

sticks like second, that can draw things to life, are extremely rare (like 1 out of a thousand) in the outernet, but theres a couple thousand people in carteblan as of 2024 so there are a few sticks that can actually draw sticks to life. thus, they do 'kid' commissions where they literally draw a kid to life in exchange for money. there are also some website sticks in touch with their animators who ask their animators do do kid commissions as well for people in the outernet.

wow okay this is long. there are other stick cities too but the two major cities are carteblan and adagia most other sticks live in solitude or on websites ok im done woo

grabs you by the shoulders. falls onto the floor. has a fucking awakening

DUDE.

this is one of the most amazing things ive seen recently that inspired me to make a ramble/srs.

im going to create another part of my ramble series and pin it because of it im fr

foundation of the outernet, development of outernet sticks and creation of living beings

(a ramble made with the help of an immaculate person with amazing ideas)

OH MY GOD?????? FIRSTLY. i need to mention that i ADORE that we both have an idea that outernet was discovered by created internet/pc sticks. that its appearance began to be a place for a whole race to live in. and that its not something that exists completely naturally and independently from it. this is the theory of their origins i believe most right now

freedom being the founder IS SICK. ITS SO FUCKING SICK im rolling on the floor

in my "rules of code" ramble also i supposed sticks being in touch with their creators as well and them also BEING DRAWN!!! by sticks and creators. ill put a screenshot of everything hold on

outernets creation

my thoughts about outernets existence that most of which i think i explained

lives of stickmen and reproduction

my thoughts were about reproduction as well!!!!! its mostly accepted as canon in the fandom that sticks reproduce naturally but i cannot say that it actually is canon. everything that was going on with purple was symbolic and didnt showcase like. natural birth

alan said that for gold to exist king would have to marry a very neon yellow stick.

AND THIS made me confirm my headcanon that stick children are created by parent(s) own code. that they cannot influence it or prefer a color, that their code INHERENTLY has the variety of the color palette and hexcodes embedded into it.

ABOUT the code and colors. (i believe that the colors of sticks mixing up with each others is COMPLETELY code.)

all sticks inherently have a code and a name that gives them associated power. that can be messed with as well by a user (tdl command). its something that ive also talked in my rules of code ramble and mentioned the concept of "levels" and name power hierarchy

the chosen one, created and possessing a grandeu amount of power

the dark lord, also posessing a lot of power (that i dont believe couldve came from the command that was written into them. the command of destroying chosen is a goal that i believe is able to not be achieved)

the second coming, the name of someone that ties them with their predecessor (does make me wonder though how exactly their code made a connection with our chosen. maybe its possible that the name "the second coming" by itself, as a level, implies being a coming of someone powerful)

victim, being quite weak by themselves and not posessing any power by their own and having to rely on pc programs they're aware of.

i believe that being able to code a stick into a specific power and duty is something that could only be achieved and controlled through the feature of the program the stick was created in. in case of outernet, since they dont have access to computer programs and therefore, programs of creation such as adobe they cannot influence or change one's code

when it comes to creation of a stick i truly believe that you are able to give them color by yourself, unless the child is made by connecting it to the codes of its supposed parent(s). they gain hue by either actually taking/mixing up the colors of the parents or by taking one color in case of a sole parent.

(societal thought: its possible that outernet sticks, due to not wanting to have a literal copy and just an extension of themselves and wanting to create an "actual new life" by mixing colours prefer to have children with a partner, and not by themselves only)

have thought that color/code of the stick could be influenced by the parent(s) preferences, like a parent would like to have a kid similar to them and name them the same way (thus resulting/having their hexcode being picked out individually) BUT. i remembered alans words about kings spouse.

that for gold to exist king would need to marry a really neon yellow stick.

would it imply that sticks that subtract parent(s) code cannot influence the color of the stick created? as much as it impossible to influence the features of a born child in our real life, only taking it from parents and letting the nature play a randomizer. and that the only thing that they are able to influence is the shape of their creation?

society of outernet

THE CONCEPT OF STICKS SOCIETY BEING ELITIST ABOUT THIS STUFF. im eating it im not sure what fully do with it yet but im eating it

ive also talked about society there

when talking about creators of mercs king purple and co i was mostly thinking about real users. BUT YOUR CONCEPT OF STICKS BEING DRAWN BY OTHER STICKS AND ME THINKING ABOUT IT AS WELL . THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. this is canon for me IDC!!!!!!

it does, however, make me wonder of their living process. we know that alan's hollowheads are created for a reason, are born aware of themselves, how to walk/run/interact/fight and havent been seen aging or changing. and due to chosen, victim and second surviving a whole bunch of damage that should've killed them, second literally REFUSING to delete, the fate of dark lord being unknown and alan not giving a straight answer about it and, very important: cg as created sticks being unable to actually die and needing only refresh of a page to continue living, having all their memories intact... makes me wonder that stickmen created directly by a human hand are unable to die.

(does make me wonder about another completely different thing. the societal perception. is it acceptable to be in touch with your stick creators? how would it even feel. do they perceive them as a distant relative?? do sticks that are able to create life consider their creations close to them as well??? im imagining something along the lines about detroit stuff with connor&kamski but way less intense)

connection of realms and creation of life

ive rambled A TON about connection of internet and outernet and how sticks especially of outernet could connect and travel between realms. hear ye hear ye.

right now i genuinely believe that stick society advanced so far in the outernet and got to live there that their connection with the internet mightve severed:

sticks of outernet don't physically interact neither with internet/pc programs OR travel there unless they obtained something that could allow them to travel to a pc/internet (the minecraft block and nether portals that seem doing quite fine in the outernet dimension) or have powers that can allow them to break through (chosen and the computer/ip sky which, interestingly, has only been seen broken through on the alanspc ip adress//dark portals to the internet).

given this, there's not a lot of accesible methods of traveling to the internet and most of them are available only to pc sticks.

(except. for king and purple. except for king getting a block from minecraft that was not supposed to be in the outernet from that merchant in his backstory. but it is a whole another can of worms as well)

as far as we've seen sticks that werent exposed to pc and internet tech dont really use or possess any tech that could access it??????? the times where we've seen tech such as computers/phones/tvs/pc and programs interface were always in possession of sticks that came from a pc or were there at least once (hollowheads, the cg, purple) or were entrusted with it from someone that was on a pc (mercenaries). talking about the video used on the tv in "the king" episode... it has never been shown that this video was being shown directly from the youtubes platform either. and that lead me to a thought that outernet sticks might not even interacted with internet's properties except for the tools used to create a life that came along with the foundation of the internet and most likely were developed from tools brought by the first sticks. but the way outernet progressed they might not even know that this stuff is literally from another realm

heck, a daring thought.

in case of outernet being almost completely cut off from its original internet history recent sticks of outernet might not even know of the existence of pcs and internet.

this does however clash with sticks being still created by people and sticks that are able to create life being in touch with them. but its still supposable that only rare sticks with an ability to create life somewhat have a.. gene? passed through to them from some of their ancestors that could've been able to create life. and users dont exactly come into this (also given its unlikely that its a regular experience for a user to be emulated in the outernet world like it was with alans cursor in showdown)

continuing to talk about elitism. again this is such a sick concept

im thinking right now that elitism towards stickmen that arent completely strong/prefer not to engage in fighting due to the progress of their civilization//different kinds of stickmen mightve also came from the original stickmen (im going start coloring this concept now. also this whole is some adam and eve stuff) that were created to fight. we know from our real world that the first appearance of sticks in the internet didnt come from a desire to animate them in a fighting ring but the whole scene and culture of fighting sticks came around pretty quickly. the whole reason avam exists as a series

its possible that while predecessors of original stickmen werent created with fighting in mind the stickmen that discovered the outernet might as well been the first sticks created for fight. and since it isnt a thing that gone away and is most likely embedded into the code of sticks themselves in the avam universe the whole "fighting code gene" mightve been carried over to recent sticks as well. and this elitism exists that even though sticks dont have to fight anymore (to literally survive in most cases) due to the progress of their kind some conservative mfs might believe that "this is what our ancestors intendeeeddd you need to bow to your roots and your existing gene"

the elitism towards kinds of sticks is. god its such a big and very explainable and amazing concept

due to sticks just beginning existing in the internet a long while ago and mostly drawn pretty similarly (since most creators were just exploring how to draw them digitally) the race of stickmen that passed down from original stickmen could've been all just fullheads and whiteheads and perhaps hollowheads?.. im really thinking hard about it because. we havent seen hollowheads in the outernet and the fact that orange didnt even know of their existence anywhere else and even WE didnt up until they saw victim (and were probably quite damn shocked) and the fact it was possibly quite a grand moment to them confuses me.

im not sure for what reason, but the number of sticks of the race of hollowheads might have been reduced in present outernet, only having the ones that posses incredible power survive. (yet. also victim. that does not posses such power. but its a whole another idea on that they could've acquired it through different means and not from power coming from their own self)

or, it just is an avam universe rule that users didnt really think of drawing hollowheads when creating first sticks because it was hard for them to keep track of the background besides their damn hollow head and it was easier to have a stick that covered it fully on another layer LOL

either way, coming back to elitism (this sounds funny out of context), due to original sticks being simply drawn as fullheads whiteheads and possibly hollowheads it was the main race that stickmen were used to creating when drawing a new life. but with the progress of their civilization they started to experiment, eventually inventing new kinds of sticks (the kinds of hazard, ballista and paleo). due to some conservative sticks clinging to their roots they didnt like the difference from the norm.

elitism thought.

even with a possible inability to code a stick into doing something by outernet sticks would people still try to draw a stick with a specific build associated with certain jobs and tasks, trying to force them into a mold of who they are "supposed" to be? like, drawing a stick that resembles a sign (like hazard) and having them work for example as an aircraft marshaller or some other job that requires caution and directive? the grey sticks working in rocketcorp, possibly made as clerks and errand dudes?

..could purple be drawn being stronger and having a greater build than a usual stick would have, therefore disappointing navy when they dont match their expectations of a stick they wanted?

would it be a problem that progressive sticks would try to solve? allowing different kinds of sticks to exist, but not forcing them into a certain shape?

another thing. YOUVE OPENED A GATEWAY TO A SEA OF WORMS BY TELLING ME ABOUT POSSIBLE ESCAPE OF VICTIM FROM A YOUTUBE VIDEO.

my previous ramble (rocketcorp, dimensions and virtual reality) made a theory that victim, in one way or another essentially brought pc programs and tech into outernet, thus obtaining power that is, quite literally, linked with their whole creation. (very symbolic considering their whole power is the one that made their life end so fast) and, due to outernet being cut off from programs and powers of internet and pcs, became a being that literally stood higher than the reality and fabric of the outernet realm itself, possesing power that could possibly meddle with it (mercs cannons literally changing structure and whole being of objects like the corndog stand or literally messing with a sticks state and body with chosen). and i have thought that victim is the one that could use internet itself as one of their grand tools.

and. animation vs youtube. we fucking know. that a stick is able to upload itself and break the interface of internet.

no one said that the original ava video on youtube is the whole thing that victim used to escape.

also. remember me mentioning that the original video of animation vs minecraft wasnt shown to be accessed through youtube. this video looked like it was downloaded having a whole different bar at the bottom and everything. couldve it been downloaded by vic or rocketcorp?

(victim interneted the fucking internet and started showing avam series like their own show. by the way its ALSO a potential scenario i talked about before. that due to potential severing of outernet citizens with the internet the recorded adventures of the cg on pc, internet and minecraft (ESPECIALLY considering that minecraft existed as a fun simulation game on a festival) that was broadcasted could've been interpreted by outernet sticks as fiction. but its an independent funny concept to be thought about and i still didnt fully figure it out)

op.

you cracked my mind open like a walnut and i cannot stop thinking about all of your ideas

oh my god this did so much to me. ive been writing for the past two hours due to how much ideas it gave me. im going to pin this ramble because its very important to me and puts a lot of theories and headcanons in stone. you are my saviour cindersnows and you are probably going to be fucking FLABBERGASTED by the length of this post

sincerely yours storgic "the aspiring matpat of the avam fandom" dealer

[spearxwind]

oh btw to my commissioners: currently i have a bunch of you in the queue, I havent been able to send out invoices the past couple days bc I've been rly busy, I should be able to send them out AFTER tomorrow most likely but the next week (?) is gonna be a lil rough for me, and given the uncertainty of it I don't want to charge you yet in case my life gets thrown off rails briefly again

you can rest easy knowing that the second I charge you I will likely be able to draw your commission within a couple days like I've done for the past ones -w- and I will for sure do the ones currently in queue, I hope a few days/a week of delay isnt too big of a deal TwT

[merscylilith]

Someone To Stay | " i will "

MIKEY SANO

Bonten!Mikey Sano x f!reader

Fluff, comfort, slight curse at the end.

" The day he met her, he is not hopeless anymore but, despise every crime for her "

Summary : Got a beautiful fate in unlucky number day' ? Surrender. Not to the police, of course to your only hope.

masterlist ^^

Manjiro Sano, the name that always combined with anything but mercy. He does not born evil but the time determined it. Could say the people around him too. Was an angel before the evil.

The chair was swirling side to side while the man with the invisible crown on his head read all the documents that his executive has been provided, more likely a report from his commission.

Platinum-haired man move with his expenisive leather chair, dragging his seat forward to get more comfortable before praising the hard works, " I always impressed with all the works you have done, Kaku. All cleaned and according to the planned. I have no more jobs for you ", Kaku just smiled at his boss's last word because he want to mock the trio, that he got free time ahead first from the boss, " BUT i want you follow me somewhere first "

The man with Kaku' name just being a speechless stunt when he saw his boss was surrounded by the flowers that have been decorated by the girl, y/n. There are no one in the shop as Mikey command you to put the closed sign, said that he want to spend time with you alone, what about Kakucho ? Well, to ensure Mikey's safety, in case.

Mikey was laughing with whatever you said, he doesnt know what's the funny thing that had been spit out from your mouth, it just seems so funny whenever he ooking at your happy face, " Mikey-san, if you were in the theatre at the time, you will non-stop laughing too ", oh, she talked about how you and your friend watching a horror movies in theatre, the movie havent start yet but you both shocked at the loud advertisement as you both unaware, which cost your friend almost sit down on your face when you helped friend held her phone, and it cause your glasses slipped out from the frame.

Now, when Mikey realised what's the funny thing, he laughed, so hard even Kaku looks at him in weird head tilted, he never saw his boss in that state. Good for him.

He realised that his boss keep staring at your head.

" y/n , can you give that butterfly clip on your hair, it s'pretty ", Mikey eyes really adore the clip, such a doe eyes he has, much to his bad tempted , " hm, i dont want give you this, this is so special to me ", yeah, the cliphair so much special to you, it was gift from your late mom, but after saw the disappointment in Mikey's droppy face, you had an idea,

" Welcome to Poppy Shop "

This shop which specifically for accessoriess is a heaven for you when still in high school. Not to mention, every items in this shop was make you miss your mom, yes, your mom always dragged your ass to this shop because, " we are not rich people, y/n, but items in this shop can make us feels like rich people, for example, you sad, buy a pretty thing, dont have much money for birthday gift ? Buy any accessoriess, make a collection, then, give it your friend ", her words really inspiring you to dress nicely.

" Look Mikey ! We can have this bracelet too, lets have this skull bracelet ", you shoved a skull black bracelet towards Mikey. Kaku didnt expect you will go to this "kind" of shop when Mikey offered to buy anything you want for your "idea". Thought, you would brought them to a luxury shop. "But, i want the hairclip same as you ", Miley's voice change to baby tone, it's like he being to..clingy with you ? Kaku just shake his head, tried not to bother the moment you both have.

" Kaku, choose anything you want. It's on me ", Kaku was freeze on his feet, did he saw it right ? His boss just smiled at him, like, it was a taboo for Bonten to see their boss being happy or even just a slight smile. Huh, i dont know why should i pick any of these, he looked around and most the items are just for a girl, he doesnt know any girl ? Oh, nevermind, he knew exactly these stuff for, whom.

The bickering voices from the hat accessoriess corner distrubed most of customers in the shop, all eyes on them, " Kaku, tell me my hat fashion sense are far way better him, right ?! Tell him , Kaku ?! Tell him ", your eyes were determined and fierce, " Hah, no one will wear the hat you chose, all bad and plain ", the poor man Kaku was fed up with all the drama that you and Mikey brought since the first step in this shop.

If he was being honest, Mikey was right. The hat you chose were, plain and bored. But he cant hurt the woman's feeling and also, disagree with his boss, can put him in risks. So,

" Guys, please, calm down. Dont make a scene, this will put us in danger ", hell yeah, you all dressed up with long sleeve and covered with face mask, it much more dangerous for Mikey and Kaku for spotted in public, they are the most wanted criminal after all. Kaku doesnt understand his boss, for why agreed with showed up in public. Kaku now all shivering, never been in his life being this nervous, more way nervous than carried the most important mission.

None of you listen to Kaku's words which left him with nothing but, hold your both wrist, and dragging you two out from that mall, doesnt care the curses word that have been threw to him from you both, i will deal with Mikey's punishment later, how brave Kaku dragged the boss harshly, it is humilliated for the scariest leader, Mikey doesnt really care after all. As you all already in car, silence.

After a minuste pass, Mikey command Kaku to take y/n home and he will sleepover at her house, that make Kaku in deep thought. What make you so special to Mikey ? Yes, sure he knew that Mikey a quiet mysteriou man but he jsut gained realization that Mikey more happier for the last few months, not know that you are the reason.

Now, he regretted that he finished his job earlier, become a dog assistant to his boss, and for this moment, it has been 15 minutes pass, " why this girl have to live this far " he whispered to himself as those two at the back just filled with silenced. Had he wondered, Kaku took a little peek from rear-viewed mirror, ah, sleep, he saw y/n leaned to Mikey's chest and he hugged y/n's warmly. Never asked Kaku, he feel almost tear up at the scene. He has been with his boss almost 10 years, this was his first time Mikey looks so warm with people, and that people , not a random one but you. His reasons.

At last, they arrived at the destination, he very thankful that those two were slept all long journey, because that would be a disaster as if none of them still get over the hats' bickering.

Living in a normal apartment, huh. Could says that Kaku kinda impressed that Mikey chose to stick with normal girl. Wokes you both up such a challenging to Kaku, need a good 3 minutes for each. Nothing compared to joy that Kaku had as Mikey dimissed him and wont be in work tomorrow.

" oh my, im so tired ", y/n yawn as she dropped all her stuff on the coffee table in living room. Mikey just plopped himself into the couch, his favourite couch, well, everything about you actually. " Y/n, you take a bath ? ", his gaze was on you who already almost pass out on the couch and barely listen to his muttering, " no ", " ew, you are digusting ", even in sleep y/n still can rolled her eyes, " acted like you will ", Mikey chuckled, basically, you were right, he also so lazy to shower at this late, " yeah, i wanna cuddle ", the man lift himself, lie and cuddled your right side. You just let him be, as you tired deal with anything in your sleepy state.

He is comfortable, really comfortable, he afraid that this just a dream. He cant sleep, he admire your peaceful face. Insatiable. The first phrase that came out from his mind when first met you. Unforgettable moment, when you threw a rock at his bodyguards for hovering a small man in the center, as you thought them try to get violent towards a small platinum guy, it catch his attention, people in the area are afraid of him as they knew who he is, but you, seems like not aware of who he is or his picture on the tv that you always seen in news drowned inside your brain.

He caress your hair, down to your forehead, soft point finger to your nose, swift your soft lips with his thumb. Close his eyes and move forward, kiss your lips gently, pure kiss. Hoping that he could stuck in the time just like this. Suddenly, you opened your eyes. Suprise ! You cant sleep as you feel tickled on your face.

He took a backwards movement, shocked at your sudden wide eyes. " kiss without consent now, dont we ? ", you didnt mind if he kiss you in your sleep or without consent because you always gonna love it. Your tease smirked make him want to smack down those smirk out of your face. " awww, dont be shy lover boy , now kiss me more ", you nozzle your lip and hold his shoulder so that he cant avoided it.

It such a fun to tease him. He swing his arms to avoid you, or even worse, pushed you down, off from the couch, now he getting more rougher on you. You suprise with his acts, so, you get up and hit him with pillow, the night turns to pillow fight.

Believe me, no one will cleaned it up. You both collapses after the fight.

It supposed to be good morning but, all body are cracked, Mikey already wake up and prepared a simple breakfast for you both, what makes you so lucky are , waking up with good breakfast and your boyfriend in white tee shirt and apron on, what a sight. A material of househusband.

" Good morning, babe ", you sneak your arms around his waist, "morning, babe, have a some breakfast first, we gotta go somwhere ", awww, arent he sweet ?

After the breakfast, you get into the bathroom real quick, wonder what kind of suprise he had for you.

The private amusent park. He had you in blindfolded, " it's suprised, so, no eyes, darling ", that's what he said before tie your eyes harshly as he hold a grudge to you as he lose the pillow fight with you last night.

After you both arrived at the private amusent park, he loose the blindfold, and that was the moment, you try hard not to sniff a tears, he will tease you later about this, no crying. But you can hold it, you hugged him, " i love you, manjiro ", he is the most happiest when you feel happy, " i love you the most baby ", he held your chin and tilted your face, hold a eye contact, there are hope and love reflection in his eyes, " stay with me forever "

You knew Mikey, mentally, physically and emotionally, what he has been through, A FATE, you both story are the same but different in terms of pain. You are really respecting him for everything he did, put aside the crimes just for having a moment with you.

" Dont lose from me, babe ",

" i am yours, why would i ".

Ah, your smile really warmed him up.

Ah, today is their 6 months anniversary, 6 is their lucky number, you both meet on 06062016.

At least, he have you, who will stay with him for the rest of his life.

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" Kaku, where is Mikey ? ", the older akashi asked Kaku as they knew that Kaku became a one-day assistant to Mikey yesterday, they were in discussion for the mission that havent settled yet in Osaka.

He cleared his dry throat before answering the questions because after he come home, he stay up all night, well, he had some business to do, " he have a personal business , so, he wont come to work today and ", he not sure if he should tell or ask them, " Mikey with girl ", all the rest of bonten members just look at him in confusion, " you mean y/n ? ", on that make Kaku more confused how the pink-haired man knew your name. " Yes , why Mikey suddenly hanging out with y/n , like how ? ", Kaku's clueless expressions male them wamt to laugh so hard , " Kaku-chan, everyone already knew that Mikey have a girlfriend ", the giggle from Rindou make him feels so irritated somehow, " Kaku , kaku kaku , you are extremly concentrate with your works , you should be more enjoyable with your surrounding ", Ran rose from the seat and put the documents that he supposed to submit to Mikey but since he was not there, so, Sanzu it is.

Sanzu ? He seems so feel alike a boss today, with boss's absent, he became the one who control every movement. In addition, he in great mood, with strawberry milkshake in his gripped," y/n is pretty and nice, she also a florist. Might want to buy all her flower and send it all back to her house ", as usual with his manic laughed and his little pranks as he also close to you, he get to see you more when Mikey asked him to watch over you since the first day of Mikey want your informations.

Tch. Kaku so irritated with his co-workers for not telling him anything about it,a it's not important, but he doesnt want left out from the news about Bonten's personal life, " where do you go, baby ? ", Ran winked at him, as he ready to get out, he didnt response anything to those but,

" Ah, Haitani and Sanzu, you all might wanna see a little gift from Mikey as he want all Bonten' hardworks are appreciated"

The Haitani and Sanzu wont waste any second, they jumped from their seat and , went directly to their office room, excited as their lovely boss provided them a gift. Takeomi, and Mochi just only can shake their head at the attitude, Koko wasnt there , have a business to deal at overseas. But he might love the gift from Mikey as he get back.

" KAKUCHOOOOOOOO !!!! ",

The screams of Kakucho' name was vibrate through all up and down of the Bonten's Luxury buildings.

The Haitani and Sanzu's wasnt exactly received a gift but a rag dog with fake bloods and their printed faced was stick up to the doll's face.

All Kaku could do was, enjoy the music that he had put through his earbuds.

masterlist ^^

I dont know why i wrote this such in a rush state, so this wont be perfect. I also have prepared 2 stories with long series for the first time. The story will be a major different from my other story, (hinted), the first story about "hacker and the betrayer" and the 2nd, about "the obession with illegal games ", with dark content.

[doxiedreg]

can I interest you guys in some adopts/character sales? No urgency to get rid of them but i have a lot and i would just love for them to go to new homes. If you are interested you can check out the folder here: https://toyhou.se/Doxiedreg/characters/folder:395027 Aside from money I also take art and/or characters If you dont have a toyhouse, feel free to message me on here instead Have also been thinking about opening some low pressure pwyw commissions maybe but i dont know how well that would sell here and id really would like to avoid posting commissions to twitter with how full of bots and scammers and toxic bullshit that platform is.. But i do have the most followers on there so i might just need to do it ugh. I do also have bluesky but they havent implemented dms yet augh Oh well something to ponder more over Let me know if you'd be interested in commissions and where i should take them

[cayennecrush]

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[threepointseven]

Hii, thanks for doing my last OM commission!! Can you do Leviathan being a huge fan of a singer, and that singer turns out to be the human exchange student and he's like all over the place? `

Pairings: Leviathan X reader

Gender neutral reader!

Notes- hello!!! Thank you so much for all the support and the requests u seriously appreciate it, i wrote this in school so i hope you enjoy it!

Also this is a note for everyone who wants to request, please specify what type of writing you want it to be:( like do you want it to be fanfics or HC’s

-your beloved 3.7

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It was a normal day before you got summoned to devildom. Where your entire life as a singer would change, courtesy of a particular blue haired devil.

The moment you got summoned to devildom panic set in, where were you? Who are these people? How did i get here?

As you were asked questions you spotted a blue haired man not paying attention to anything, hasnt even taken one glance at you.

You were confused before he finally spoke

“Are we done here??? Y/N is gonna have their singing live in a few minutes!!”

Y/N..? Me..? But i havent said my name yet…

“Did you say my name..?”

I asked the man with the bright blue hair

“What? I said Y/N-“

I caught the mans starstruck face as he lifted his head and saw me.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost!

“A—ah— Y-Y/N?!?!”

He shouted in excitement and took a firm hold of my shoulders

“Y/N?!?! YOUR THE NEW EXCHANGE STUDENT?! THE Y/N?!”

“A-Ah, yes?”

I could see his face flow with a bright red blush, standing out on his pale skin.

His mouth agape as he tripped on his words, it was cute almost.

“Wait wait wait wait but- no this- this is all wrong you’re supposed to be in the human world getting ready to post a live of your new song—“

“Quite the fan arent you?”

I let out a small smile as the mans blush turned brighter

“Levi what is with you? Do you know Y/N?”

Lucifer, the man who explained to me why im here asked ‘levi’

“Who doesnt?!” Levi practically protests

Levi’s expression looks adorable, his serious calm mask falters as he trips over his words and messes up his sentences.

“Then levi, why dont you help us with touring them around the area?”

The sin of pride said as he insisted that Levi tours me.

Levi, a little fanboy.

As i walk around these menacing halls of my new dorm my eyes are locked on Levi’s squeals of joy.

“Y/N, this is Levi’s room”

“NO! D-Dont go in there.”

Levi’s hand scramble to make sure we dont enter his room. Whats gotta be so bad about a room?

I hear Lucifer sigh as he effortlessly pushes levi away from his door and opens it

Ah.

As i enter his room i can see walls littered with posters and figurines, there are even a few posters of me, and from the corner of my eye i catch limited edition merch i only had 35 pieces of.

“Y’know i only sold 35 pieces of this merch, you must really like my music.. thank you-“

I swear he’s on the verge of tears as he pouts at his brothers.

“I-i just really like your music and you and it really makes me happy and i feel like i should support you in every way i can-“

He speeds through his words as i chuckle at the man.

“Im sure we’re going to be great friends levi.”

I smirk as i pat his head causing his eyes to turn glassy as his brothers tease him to no end.

[b0ba-chan]

gentry of hermatige

zhongli x fem!reader

cw slight spoilers, mentions of blood, soft service dom!zhongli, size kink, cunnilingus, slight teasing, over stimulation, fat dick zhongli, unprotected sex, reader passes out, mating press, reader is an adventurer, i also dont know how housing works in genshin so the funeral parlor is homing for employees too

after the passing of the archon morax and the defeat of osial, liyue has never been more busy than before. the lantern rite has made your workload almost triple, running to do additional commisions given out by the guild. you always end up coming back to your home city all haggard and beaten up.

you trudge the trail back, yawning as you go to sit on the edge of the cliff to look over the harbor. taking a break, you rest your sore legs while humming the soft tune you heard a street preformer sing. a glaze lily starts to bloom as the sun sets in the horizon, blooming in your face while shining a vibrant icy blue. by plucking it off its stem, the sweet scent swarms your nose as you are reminded of the scent of the man you see around the wangsheng funeral parlor.

he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.

zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.

you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.

your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.

“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.

once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.

“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.

your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.

you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.

“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.

“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.

he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.

you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.

you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.

“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.

“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”

the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.

“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.

“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”

it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.

a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.

“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.

you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.

he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.

“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.

“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.

“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.

“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.

zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.

he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.

he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.

“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.

“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.

he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.

once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.

he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.

your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.

“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.

“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.

“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.

“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.

he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.

zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.

“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.

his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.

“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.

you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.

“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.

you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.

“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.

“zhongli wha-.”

“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”

[edelblau]

this is kind of a messy attempt at making this while freaking out a bit internally so forgive me, but after a lot of continued financial security im making a commissions post on tumblr even though i generally keep them on twitter (you can see the even messier twitter version of this post here)

ill try to keep this short since i said way too much on twitter-- i am in an unhappy living arrangement that is sucking me dry. i would like to move, and have been trying to save to that end. many of the items i currently own are at the end of their rope, though, resulting in unexpected expenses-- i am constantly having to re-consider how much i put in savings in a month due to things breaking (inevitably) due to the fact its been 5-10 years for a lot of them-- and the things i havent replaced yet like my mattress are broken but ‘salvageably’ so (bc who needs to sleep right?)

anyways! im taking commissions to try and raise a little bit extra and hopefully a. be able to afford just like. anything. and b. put stuff into savings, if possible.

EMOTES: 6 CAD per emote. intended for use on discord, as im not sure about other sites

SKETCHES: Estimated at 21 CAD (uncoloured). Depending on detail/colour this can go up, so let me know what you want and we can talk!

‘FULL’ IMAGES: idk the right word, but estimated at 42 CAD for a single character (no bg). +21 CAD for a discount on a second character, continuing for any extra characters beyond that point. background prices will depend on complexity of bg

tumblr message requests should be open, if that fails you can contact me on twitter @staroftumblr . you can also just send money without wanting a comm if you really want, idk im not a cop. even if you cant buy comms, id appreciate any rbs

things i wont do: mechs (idk how to draw them), hard nsfw (idk how to draw it), anything morally repugnant (any form of hate speech or pedophilia/incest). i can also refuse anything else for any reason

things i will do: furries, ocs, canon characters, oc/canon. if its not listed, ask

ko-fi | twitter

[number5theboy]

I wanna hear your material on why five should’ve been the one to pull the trigger!! I kinda agree but I haven’t read the comics-

Anonymous asked: Whats the rant on five pulling the trigger? I havent read the comics but i know he hes the gunman and says 'i never really liked you" or something similar 

A piece of writing that is part rant, part analysis, and part creative writing for the two of you so kind as to drop into my inbox, as well as @mysticmoondustt, @maren-emilie, @waywardd1 and @millartiste, and @poisonpam, whose marriage proposal started all this.

User @sunriseseance brought to my attention that the way I framed this sidelines Allison completely and takes away from her character arc, which was not my intention in writing it, but is something this text communicates anyway. Giving over Allison’s (aka the only black woman in the cast) important story beat over to Five (aka one of the several white boys) without making the effort of keeping Allison just as important to the story was poorly thought-out. I have thus edited and rewritten the following with that in mind.

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Five’s Storyline Deserved To Be Properly Tragic or: Why Five Ultimately Causing The Apocalypse in The White Violin Would Have Rounded Out His Arc

     In this mini-essay, I go into detail as to why I think, from a story-telling perspective, Five should have been the one to ultimately cause the apocalypse by intervening with Vanya rather than Allison. The apocalypse is Five’s storyline. It’s his trauma, his pain, and what he has worked towards preventing for forty-five years, and yet, he is almost completely written out of the pivotal events in The White Violin, the Season 1 finale, and has little to no impact on why the apocalypse does happen, in the end. Making Five the one who triggers the apocalypse would make his entire storyline become the proper tragedy it is supposed to be, with him being the last domino to fall into place, his action of disrupting Vanya being what makes her fall, makes her destroy the moon, and makes Five the man who causes what he so desperately wanted to stop. The easiest way to do that would be to give Five Allison’s role of being the one to point that gun at Vanya, but as explained above, that was the original argument of this text, and one that was insensitive and should have had more effort put into. The following rewrite still sees Five firing the gun, but in a different context and with a different lead-up, one where Allison’s moment of mercy and kindness to Vanya comes before Five’s decision to fire the gun, so that Allison’s moment with Vanya and the moment that inadvertently causes the apocalypse are two separate ones rather than a single one. I just really would have loved to see Five and the apocalypse be a self-fulfilling prophecy. One still should keep in mind that this does appropriate a moment that was solely Allison’s in canon and should thus still be taken with a grain of salt. That being said, I do think that it would have made sense for Five to fire the gun that causes the apocalypse. There are so many established points in Five’s storyline that build up to him being the character most relevant and most appropriate to point that gun at the back of Vanya’s head: his ruthlessness in eliminating anyone who stands between him and preventing the apocalypse, the fact that he is the only sibling we’ve seen kill methodically in cold blood, how Five is pragmatic by nature and was ready to sacrifice a single life in exchange for saving billions, his awareness of space and how to use it to his advantage, his tendency to use other people’s weapons to his own advantage, the fact that he is the only sibling Vanya doesn’t resent for their childhood, the fact that he trusts and likes Vanya, that when faced by Luther with the choice between violence and love before, Five chose love… But Five was not the triggerman, and the following, under the cut, explores the ending of an arc that could have been.

     I’m going to start with Vanya’s demise and how the apocalypse happens in the source material. Full disclosure, I still have not read the comics, but I have seen the last few pages of the Apocalypse Suite, and even though my argument as to why Five should have been the triggerman for Vanya in the show is not based on ‘because it was him in the comics’, I still think it’s relevant for the point I’m trying to make. In the Apocalypse Suite, Klaus distracts Vanya as she is playing her violin, and Five takes that moment to go and shoot her in the head. Despite the concert coming to a bad close, it was a little too late, the moon still comes crashing toward Earth, and Five says: “You know something, Vanya…? I never liked you.”. It doesn’t quite stop there, but for the purposes of this mini-essay, that’s enough. What does matter is that the TUA showrunners have this nasty habit of taking bits of the comic and putting them into the show, but usually warped to the point of disrespect, where they simply never looked deep enough into why comic fans liked a moment, and instead just want to ~subvert their expectations~. Here, I think the subversion is not necessarily about the actions, as they are still similar (gun is fired in the vicinity of Vanya’s head, it takes her out, but not enough to prevent the apocalypse) and is instead about the identity of the triggerman. Or rather, triggerwoman.

     In the show, Allison holds that gun to the back of an oblivious Vanya’s head before shifting it to next to her ear, and then pulling the trigger. The sound of the gun going off disrupts Vanya, who faints, but the energy she had been pulling from the soundwaves had to release to somewhere, and it bundles into a beam that shoots up and destroys the moon, giant pieces of which barrel to Earth.

     And it’s a good ending for their arc. It’s the ultimate proof that even at Vanya’s lowest, in a moral sense, literally suspending their brothers in midair and hurting them, Allison still loves her, enough to not hurt her. Allison wants to do right by her, and it shows in its most extreme in this moment. The only thing that bothers me personally about this moment is that the second it showed that it was Allison holding the gun, I knew Vanya would not be harmed, I knew that Allison loved her too much, that Allison had flat-out refused to even consider Luther’s proposal that they should be prepared to stop Vanya by any means necessary. And so I started thinking about which character could make this moment more tense. Who was “with Luther on that one”? Who knows that they “can’t give her a chance to fight back”? Who have we seen to be merciless and cutthroat, who has ruthlessly killed people in cold blood because they stood between him and preventing the apocalypse? Which sibling pointing a gun at the back of Vanya’s head would have actually given the viewer pause and make them consider the possibility that one of the Hargreeves would be hard enough to shoot his own sister in the head?

     It could have gone like this, with several references to Five’s fighting skills that were established beforehand but mysteriously absent during the actual climax. It starts as it does in the show, Luther rallying his brothers to attack and Allison refusing to be part of it. But instead of trying to convince us that Five would be stupid enough to run straight on at Vanya, Five blinks away and disappears. The other three still get caught in Vanya’s energy tentacles, but Allison is not. We see Five appear next to the Commission soldiers he killed when protecting Klaus, swiping one of their guns, showcasing both his spatial awareness and his tendency to use enemy weapon to his advantage, which we saw in both the Istanbul Not Constantinople scene and in him getting the upper hand on the Handler. He blinks away again.

     Cut to Vanya on stage, holding her brothers, fixing them with a merciless and empty gaze. Then there is a small noise on the side of the stage, and Vanya looks over. It’s Allison, one hand behind her back, similar to the Luther and Vanya scene from Season 2, and we see the gun gleaming there, showing that both Allison and Five had the same tactical idea. But Allison is not pointing the gun, because she saw a glimpse of good in this violinist just moment before, when she smiled at her. I’m turn about whether or not Allison should be holding a sign in this. If she would, it’d be interesting for it to read ‘I love you’, even though that’s terribly cliché, it’s also the sentence that made Vanya lash out at Allison in the first place. I like the idea of Vanya seeing it again and the memory of her regret at her action, at the pain she caused someone who only tried to be there for her, to make amends, to support her, to love her, break the façade of the White Violin as she recognises her sister, looks at her, truly sees her. The energy tentacles release her brothers in one swoop, them falling to the floor, exhausted, as the tentacles retreat back into Vanya, but she underestimated her powers.

     There’s too much, the energy slamming back into her, and for a moment, you see Vanya through the mask of the White Violin, scared of the power she holds and doesn’t know how to control. It’s an overload, like it was when she was little, and because nobody ever took the time to teach her how to control it, she doesn’t know how. Allison’s fingers twitch around her gun behind her back, and then her gaze shifts. Five steps behind Vanya and points the gun at the back of her head. And the viewer remembers everything Five has gone through because of the Apocalypse, what he had to become to survive, how he sacrificed everything to come back and stop the end of the world. How ready he was to end the life of an innocent gardener to change the course of history. And here is where a more interesting subversion of the source material would come in. Remember comic!Five saying “You know something, Vanya…? I never liked you.”?

     Because show!Five is established to like Vanya, love her even. She was the first one he told about the apocalypse and that he wants to stop it (Five having that gun would also have made the first season come full circle in an incredibly satisfying way) , the first one he trusted, the sibling he treats with gentleness and kindness even though he is not gentle or kind. Her words brought him comfort for decades in the barren wasteland, and he is the only sibling that she canonically doesn’t resent for how she was treated in their childhood. She had bandaged up his wounds, probably the first time since he left the Academy on that fateful day without saying goodbye that someone touched him carefully, lovingly, and she told him that she hadn’t seen him in a long time and that she didn’t want to lose him again. And now he is faced with the prospect of shooting her in the head to achieve what he worked forty-five years towards.

     And here is the kicker if this would have been the version we got to see in the show: there would have been foreshadowing to this very moment, because it would not have been the first time in the show that Five pointed a gun at a sibling. As Five set to go kill the previously mentioned innocent gardener with his father’s rifle, Luther grabs Delores and dangles her out of the window, giving Five the choice between the literal embodiment of the better half of his mind, the one who thinks beyond, the one created out of love, or the bloodshed he had been trained to solve every problem with. Bluntly put, Luther put him on the spot and made him choose between love and violence.

     Five chose love.

     Over Vanya’s shoulder, Five meets Allison’s eye. And even though she’s terrified of this side of Vanya that makes her pulsate with energy, on the brink of world extinction, she still looks him in the eye, and almost imperceptibly shakes her head, a silent plea to spare Vanya. Because Allison knows what Five has done, she has easily called him a mass murderer before, she knows that he could do it. And so he grips the gun he’s pointing at Vanya just a little tighter, to keep himself from trembling. He moves his arm just a little, bringing the barrel of the gun next to Vanya’s ear, and he pulls the trigger. The gunshot goes off, Vanya’s crumbles to the floor, Allison rushes to her side to catch her. The energy bundles and shoots out, straight into the core of the moon. On stage, Five looks in disbelief at the gun in his hand. He did it. It’s over. And Vanya is still alive.

     And then Klaus’ voice pipes up. “Guys? Do you see that big moonrock coming towards us?”

     And Five looks up. And Five understands, in a second, in a moment. He pulled that trigger, and the world is doomed. His singular act of mercy brought about exactly what he had given up everything to prevent happening.

     As the song that played over Five’s arrival in the apocalypse says: this race is a prophecy. It’s just that nobody told Five that it is a self-fulfilling one.

     I just think it would have been good to give some kind of pay-off to Five’s apocalypse storyline that isn’t him running away from it at the end of the season. I think having him be the one who ultimately brings the apocalypse about through the act of shooting that gun would have rounded out his arc. As I said in the beginning, this is the revised and re-edited version of this, which involves Allison in more of the plot. Her inadvertently causing the apocalypse in the show has no real bearing on her mind or her character past the act of firing the shot, while the same action would have deeply shaken Five to the core, and so I personally think it should have been Five to actually carry out that last action. In this new and improved version, I tried my best to keep Allison’s connection to Vanya, her act of love, and just have Five be the executioner rather than the only one in the scene. It’s not perfect, but it’s an improvement on the very narrow view I had before. I just think Five being a self-fulfilling prophecy would shift the dynamics between him and the Hargreeves in Season 2 interestingly. It would be more justified how harsh and dismissive the Hargreeves are towards Five. It would make his decision to take Vanya back to do right by her even more interesting, as it would be him choosing love over violence again immediately after it failed spectacularly for him, and his and Vanya’s dynamic in Season 2 so much more tense and high-stakes. It was wrong of me to completely strip Allison of any agency in this scenario, and I hope I have done better this time around, while still keeping my conviction that Five inadvertently causing the apocalypse would have been a better culmination of his arc.

[lovelyblogtime]

At first I didn't care for the Encanto movie. It looked ok but I never had the urge to watch it. Then I caught my siblings watching it in the living room and having nothing better else to do, sat down and watched bits and pieces. The movie was good and the next time we were all free, I got to see it from the beginning and I have to admit:

Abuela is a hoe.

And I was saying during the whole movie "Mirabel just leave, it ain't worth staying when they treat you like this"

Because nobody should feel worthless in their own home.

So I started looking for any fics that dealt w/ Mirabel leaving the family and finding something better because I love a good angsty fic and as of yet, I havent found it. So I came up with a plot of my own (which I will probably never write but at least this will out in the world in case someone does want to write this)

The moment Mirabel doesn't ger a miracle, Abuela obviously turns away her. Not too much but enough for it to make a difference. They don't read books together, they don't sew together anymore, and the biggest change of all: abuela doesn't call her by the nickname she gave Mirabel two summers ago and being called Mariposa was such a cute nickname too.

The family doesn't notice at all; they're all too busy doing their duties for the community. And slowly Mirabel is left out of a lot of events. A firework show? Leave that to Tia Pepa and Luisa to get stuff done. Putting on a theater play for the children so their parents can get some actual work done? Oh let Camilo and Isabela do that. Mirabel is left to clean up and only wonder what it would be like to join in.

Mirabel grows up chasing the backs of her family.

Then one night as Mirabel goes to use the restroom, on her way back to her room, she hears someone talk. It's abuela, talking to the candle.

"What can I do? There's nothing she can do for the community. We need strong hands, capable people. Mirabel will get herself hurt because she can't do much."

Then pure heartbreak. She hears abuela call her useless and that night, casita's walls shiver and ache. Unlike the movie, casita starts breaking down fast and even thouh Bruno is fixing the cracks behind the walls, it's not enough. And Mirabel, full of anguish, can't find herself to care. What can she do? She doesn't have magic.

From there, things change. Mirabel no longer wants a miracle, doesn't need to give herself anymore false hope. Instead she starts doing stuff for herself. She starts making her own clothes and they come out beautiful, enough for someone rich to take notice and order a dress from Mirabel. The commission is enough for Mirabel to move out and she finds herself loving the taste of freedom. So she makes more clothes, selling them in the market away from the eyes of her family.

Of course word comes around and every one of her family members, minus little Antonio, dismisses the rumor. Even if Mirabel was selling clothes, she hasn't told anyone at home, hasn't shown anyone either. So it definitely becomes a surprise when Mirabel packs up her things and leaves casita and her family behind. They don't need her. She doesn't notice parts of casita falling off, not enough to make everyone inside feel like they're in danger but enough if you look at the house long enough.

Mirabel gets a house on the complete opposite side of the village and she's thriving. Her clothes become famous and there's even a young man who catches her eye within a couple of months of her living alone.

Meanwhile, casita is breaking down from the inside out and everyone is freaking out. Abuela tries to assure everyone but even she sees the candle flickeing. Finally the tension gets so big that a fight happens, nothing physical but everyone is screaming until Tio Bruno (comes out of hiding mind you) pracitcally roars for everyone to shut up. Bewildered, everyone does what he says and calms down.

He finally reveals what his vision had been all those months ago, what he finally figured out. Mirabel hadn't been the one in his vision, Abuela had been. She had been the pivotal point to casita's downfall. United they stand, divided they fall. Mirabel had been mending the bond between the family, letting them feel who they were inside and bring that out. With a sad tone, he finally says what he had been thinking the day Mirabel left.

"With all your acts of neglect, you drove away the person who could have helped us all come together and fix casita. And I don't think Mirabel will ever come back unless we try and be a family, one that listens and cares instead of staying away from anything uncomfortable."

And abuela is shook beyond belief. All she wanted to do was make sure her family could stand proud in the community and be the best they could be. And now she's being told that she was the cause of casita breaking apart.

And while she's reeling from the shock, Isabela blurts out "i don't want to get married!" Abuela gasps but everyone else gets the hint. Secrets come from everywhere. Camilo doesn't feel like he belongs within his own skin, Tia Pepa hates being wet all the time, and even Tio Bruno chimes in with, "I feel like I cant joke around because i can see the future. News flash I can't see the future unless I invoke it." Dolores gives in as well, "I hate my miracle, I dont want to hear everyone all the time."

A big group hug happens but abuela stands to the side, still shocked. How could she miss this? All of her family is unhappy and all she's cared about is appearances. She bursts out in tears and the family (minus Mirabel) start fixing the issues that have been festering. Casita starts gathering its strength again but without Mirabel, the house will never truly be fixed.

Bruno knows where Mirabel is but knows its not time yet. Day by day the family heals as best they can but Julieta still cries for her missing baby. Abuela comes to Bruno and asks to see what happens from here. He invokes a vision and he sees Mirabel back with the family but the Mirabel from his vision looks older, years older and he sighs.

"She won't be back for a while and until then, we must strive to do better."

And admittedly it is a full three years before Mirabel feels confident to visit her old home, maybe even connect with her sisters and cousins.

So Mirabel goes home. And everyone hugs the living fudge out of her. The family reunites and at the moment Mirabel feels like shes home and accepted (everyone begs for her forgiveness), casita glows. The house gets repaired and suddenly feels her heart beat even faster. Casita has finally gotten the chance to mark Mirabel of the keeper of the candle and with her will, the magic has gotten stronger.

And surprise surprise, Mirabel, as the new keeper of the candle, gets an ability of her own. What most don't know is that abuela has an ability, bestowed to her by casita and the candle: the ability to speak well. Abuela's speeches, when invoked, are amazing. And Mirabel's gift only helps the family get closer.

She gets the ability to modify miracles. After accidentlly touching Tia Pepa and making her rain cloud go away for a couple of hours (a mixture of fear and relief fills everyone) Mirabel starts experimenting and eventually Dolores gets her wish. Her miracle goes away, Tia Pepa's control gets aboslutely better, and Mirabel feels amazing at being able to be the one to help everyone this time.

(And Mirabel marries that cutie too) Happily ever after after so much angst.

[oooocleo]

some updates✨

if nothing goes terribly wrong i am going to be moving to a little house in a quieter area! no more car noises im.....weeps.... so ill be busy with that for a while & will be a bit less productive here

ive also replied to everyone who submitted a commission form, so please check your email if you havent yet!

shop wise im still planning to launch this week 👀 im going to finish the print tonight and take pictures tomorrow, then test if everything works! im hopeful itll all go well and i can launch tomorrow eve

finally im still waiting on the pins, im not sure if i should send them another email or just wait and see tbh 😂 i was also a bit conflicted abt the 200 tiny plastic bags theyll come in but my dad suggested i can donate them to the archaeology institute as find bags haha

[joonie-beanie]

Fuck I’m not ready for the next banner. I’ve been falling out of the habit of playing. What are some ways you farm primogems in time for these events apart from daily commissions?

Spiral abyss is a good way to get primogems. I usually dont get extremely far in when it resets, but its still a handful of primogems

Uhhh...aside from daily comms, usually I just get primos from the in game events. Like windblume offered a fair amount of primos, and so does the event going on rn. The oceanid event should offer them too when it starts.

Also I think opening chests gives primos. And getting achievements. So if there are easy ones you havent done yet, I would check and see.

[sundropglass]

9 and 12 for the DID awareness ask game?

Thank you kindly for the ask<33 i hope youre having a good evening

Im doing them out of order so i can put the second one under a read more thingy (because its long)

12. Choose some parts/alters and describe each in 5 words or less

Oooo a fun one! Lets go!

Several wanted to hop in, so dont mind the longish list

Mr. H - Replacement dad. Icy but warm.

Dosy - flowery traumatized robot, wants love

Til - forest god, grumpy replacement mother

Amoura - impulsive impulse-control, wine aunt

Cerberus - fierce protector of littles. Werewoof

Nette - fabulously overt, energetic, ‘prince charming’

Bunny(me) - overthinking, commissions, cottagecore, adoring our fiance

Taiga - rebelious, solarpunk, friendly, sarcastic, firey

Audrey - super-ANP, ‘tumblr selfcare’, acedemic ballerina

Kale - peter rabbit + pan, runaway, troublemaker

9. Is there anything that makes you feel like your experience with DID is “different” than what you see other people with DID talk about

Hmm this ones tough. I feel like of course, theres a gap between the parts vs people kind of beliefs in the tumblr community. I feel like I fall somewhere in the middle, I engage with my parts via art and working on stories together and with my fiance that gives them room to be themselves

But more than that, because i have seen people talk about ‘falling in the middle’, I’d have to say my therapy experience is very different. Ive actually been in and out of it since early childhood. But i never consodered it as a way to get help until a couple years ago.

My line of thinking is with a lot of the more ‘experienced with therapy’ people ive seen in the community. Im very very pro-recovery, I do a lot of reading and work hard at undoing things my trauma taught me.

But im not... currently in therapy. My therapist suggested working through things once im out of the actual situation completely. Which is very complicated and there are tons of reasons why i havent made that progress

I ghosted her when the pandemic started, for a plethora of reasons, most of which are issues i actually should work on in therapy, haha. But I also feel like i want to look for someone my parents had no hand in to begin with, maybe someone more specialized to accomodate the complexity of my lifelong traumas.

But at the same time, im broke and i just dont think im ready quite yet. I need to figure out what i actually need help with, instead of just going in, dumping trauma and disregulating myself weekly while things are still going on at home.

Sorry for the long and personal ramble! >_< i hope im not too alone on this though

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

She’s Electric (Number 5 x reader)

54A/N: wowowow so im not smart at all so hopefully i pulled the whole fake smart act because im pure clueless :))) hope yas enjoy :)) still havent posted the playlist of all the songs because my spotify has my full name and am not that commited for ppl to find this soo. and i also went a bit off like i hope this is what you want lmao.:)) stay fresh. (ok so you have powers in this and its more like portal jumping rather than spatial jumping so you like create holes and jump down ? if that makes sense(also if anyone gets the date hmu))

ASK: jellyxfulll:hi could you please do one where the reader is really smart, likes coffee and sarcasm (legit a carbon copy of him) like five and when he meets them he’s absolutely smitten ? i have a lot in common with him anD i wAnt to bE loVed bY mY fiCtionAl chAracteR

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Black coffee steamed in it’s mug as it sat out in the open, wind swirling it in different patterns. The swirls of steam looked like it was dancing a tango, as if the beat it was dancing too kept getting faster and faster until a sudden stop and the steam disappears, signifying the end of a dramatic dance. 

Black ink stained up the side of your hand as you furiously wrote away, you just couldn’t get the equation right and you couldn’t use your powers, not yet. You were on the run from the commission as they wanted to use you for your powers, it was a valuable asset, time travel and dimension jumping, the Handler said it could open a whole new market for them but once you refused they came after you. 

You’d got the equation wrong while you were running and you got stuck, you got stuck somewhere, an abandoned world that hadn’t been looked after. Years and years passed with you stuck in the wasteland of a world until the Handler came back but you couldn’t say no otherwise you’d die alone with no chance of seeing your loved ones again. So you became a killer to survive, you kept to yourself. In that world it was kill or be killed.

After years of service you thought you had the equation, endless nights of black coffee and sleep deprivation you thought you’d got it right. All you wanted to do is go and see your family again but next thing you knew you were 16 years old again and stuck in some random dimension but it was a start. You had removed any form of tracker the Handler had on you back in 1854 after completing your last mission.

During your time in the small town you’d managed to get a small job to rent a tiny one bedroom apartment, it wasn’t the best but it would do for the time being, until you get the maths right.

You let out an exasperated sigh, slamming your pen down on your scribble ridden page. It was a bright but nippy day meaning you could sit outside in peace and be uninterrupted. Griddy’s was always quiet on week days, the perfect time to go for a black coffee and just go over everything that’s happened, it’s good to do that sometimes, just to think and remember.

Reaching for your coffee, you underestimated the distance between the mug and your hand resulting in the mug falling. You open a portal under it so it falls right into your hand and take a sip, placing it down gently in it’s original place. 

“How did you do that?” A boy was suddenly next to you, an excitable expression present on his face. He looked about the same age as you, but he had a look in his eyes, like he’d seen some things.

“What do you mean?” You ask, pretending to be confused, taking another sip of your coffee. You watched as he pulled the seat opposite to you out and sat down crossing his arms and legs simultaneously. He looked at you with a slight smirk.

“You’re y/n, aren’t you?” He leant back in his chair, scanning you up and down. “I’ve heard so much about you.” His eyes could tell 1000 stories but you could tell that he had no one to tell, no one would understand.

“huh, interesting, I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really know who you are.” You say matching his movements but making sure you can have easy access to some form of weapon of he attacks. For all you knew he could be part if the commission finally catching up to you.

“I’m Five, ex-commission.” You narrow your eyes at him as he sticks his hand out, you take a glance at his hand. You reach out but just before you meet his hand you grab the handle of your mug, bringing it to your lips. Fives hand drops and he lets out a breathy laugh, crossing his arms again.

“I would introduce myself but you seem to already know who I am so I guess there’s no need.” You give him a sickly sweet smile before taking another sip. You had heard a little bit about Five, he had a similar story to you,stuck in an apocalypse, ran away from the Commission to see his family and tried (and succeeded) to stop the apocalypse.

Five couldn’t believe his eyes when he first saw what you did with the mug, there was only one person who he had heard that could do that, y/n. Five had heard rumours upon rumours about y/n, an example of some is that she was the most deadly killer the commission had ever seen and the prettiest person the universe had ever seen, and Five couldn’t agree more. He couldn’t imagine you ever killing anybody, your hair loosely hung with strands tucked behind your ear. Five took in your soft features, the warmth of your eyes and the freckles that littered all over your face and arms, presumably from the years in the apocalypse.

“It’s rude to stare.” You tell Five, not even looking up from your writings. Out of the corner of your eye you see him shift uncomfortably, averting his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re still here but if you’re lying about being ex-commission and are here to try and kill me I think you should reconsider your options because we both know who will make it out alive.”

“I’m not lying about being ex-commission, I know what it’s like and I think I can help you with getting back.” Locking eyes with Five, you saw the sincerity in his eyes. He held out his hand, you think about the worst possible outcomes from this situation, you take his hand. 

You had never travelled the way Five normally does, you just were not used to it. As soon you reached the desired destination your knees gave out and a wave of nausea washed over you. A retching sound made it’s way out of your body as you cover your mouth with shaking hands, as if that would stop you from being sick.

“How the fuck do you travel like that?” You almost shout at Five, staring at him from the floor, you didn’t even know where you were, you didn’t care. Another wave came over you again along with a banging headache. The one thing that you were grateful for in the Commission is that they let you travel how you wanted, the first time you had used a briefcase you could’t stop shaking and being sick which wasn’t the most efficient if you needed to complete a mission.

With a flash of blue Five was holding a glass of water crouched down next to you. “Here take this.” He held the glass closer to you.

“How is making me sick going to help me get home?” You say cautiously taking the glass from his hand. You sit up straight and try to take a deep breath in.

“Just show me your equations, I’ll see what I can do.”

Days turned into weeks, then weeks into months. The more time you spent with Five the more you began to forget about the equation. Truth be told, you got the right equation about 3 weeks into working on it with Five. After years of being alone you liked spending all this time with Five, you were both equally as emotionally deprived as each other, both in need of a friend who you could relate to.

Feelings for Five was also a newly developed emotion, the more time you spent with him the stronger these feelings got and all of his family could tell. You had met the Hargreeves on many occasions, often getting comments about how much you had made him come out of his shell since he stopped the apocalypse. But it’s not like you wouldn’t do couply things, if that was even a word, you would hold hands, cuddle and exchange compliments back and forth all the time. It was done so casually, as if you both didn’t know what to do with your feelings.

You were currently laid down with your head in Fives lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally twirling stands in his fingers. It was a summers day, natural light streamed through the open window, giving the room a natural glow. 

“y/n,” He lightly taps your nose. “You’re really pretty.” 

You smile, leaning into his touch. You knew you had to tell him at some point, about the equation, you just didn’t know how. Sighing, you sat up and faced Five, you noticed in the past months how his features had softened from the hard, brooding looks he used to give.

“Five, I’ve found the equation.”

“What?”

“I’ve found the equation.” You repeat with more force. “But I’m torn, I don’t know what to do.” You searched his face, trying to read the emotion. “I miss my family so much. But I don’t want to leave here, you’ve shown me theres so much in this timeline.” His face dropped.

Five didn’t want to sound selfish but he didn’t want you to leave, the past few months had been the best time of his life, he’d found someone who understands him. Y/N never questioned his coping mechanisms, you had actually made him accept his own past and move on with his life. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. Five eyes began to sting, he felt a wave of sadness but also anger, he felt himself getting warm, an uncontrollable range swept over, consuming any other emotion that was in it’s way.

“How long have you had it for.” Five had a quite voice, not looking you in the eyes.

“A few months.” You watch as Fives fist clenched. “Five I-” But he had cut you off.

“So you’ve just been leading me on.” Five eyes met yours. They weren’t the soft, welcoming eyes you had come to love, they were cold, hard and shut off, the only emotion you could see in his eyes was anger.

“What no, why would you-”

“Maybe you should just leave.” Your chest sank, Five let you go from his grip and stood up. He looked like the killer you had only heard about mere months ago, he didn’t look like your Five anymore. “Just go, y/n.”

So you did, no arguments, no questioning, you had gone. As soon as you left the room Five caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror but the reflection wasn’t him, it was the killer that he thought he’d left in the Commission, he was his clenched fists and cold eyes. He couldn’t believe he spoke to y/n like that, looking like this.

“Y/N!” He called out, he was in a cold panic. He kept calling your name out, traveling to your work, your house, all your favourite places but you weren’t there. Five had been told that you handed in your resignation at work and your flat was cleared, you had gone home.

Five didn’t know what to do with himself since you had left, he was constantly thinking about the what ifs, what if he acted differently, what if he didn’t snap. You had been gone from Fives timeline for almost a year, he didn’t have much to remember you by other than one picture that he had on his bed side table. The picture was taken by Allison of the two of you, you had both fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs, you looked so peaceful together as Five held you in his arms. 

He fell in love with you in the time he had met you, the complexity of love confused him but he wanted to figure it out with you. He loved the way you talked, how you carried yourself, your smarts, your personality, everything. It was a cold night and Five wasn’t able to sleep, he just laid there staring at the ceiling. There was a strange noise, a noise he knew well, y/n. 

“Hey Five.” You were breathless, it had taken you so long to find the right equation for the frequency of Fives timeline, to see him again.

Five couldn’t believe his eyes, you were really there. Without a second thought Five leapt out of his bed and crashed his lips to yours, he pulled away and tightly wrapped his arms around your frame.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I’ve missed you so much.” You couldn’t agree more, leaving was an impulse moment of anger, there was a gap in your heart that only Five could fill. “y/n, I love you so much.” He held your hands, his eyes were soft again, filled with love.

“I love you too.”