#equationsoff.

[saturnmused]

@equationsoff 』 『 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻.

❝ DO I KNOW WHAT'S going on ? no ! ❞ they reply with enthusiasm, 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃-𝙴𝚈𝙴𝙳 look on features that speaks to a certain naivety. they don't seem too perturbed by the circumstances, considering they're life or death ; chaos can't die, though they 𝙰𝚁𝙴 worried about the mortal with them, enough to reach out & brace the impending wall with one hand. the wall stutters & then stops moving against their hold, & chaos 𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 to the locked door on the other side of the room. ❝ try to get that open, would ya ? whoever's doing this really wants you dead, y'know. which is 𝙽𝙾𝚃 very nice of them. ❞

[normaltothemax]

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“Can I ask you something?” He didn’t actually wait for an answer, just went ahead and asked. “Why didn’t you ever choose a different name for yourself?” An actual name, he very carefully didn’t say, because while “Five” might not be a “real” name in the typical sense, it was his. Had been for decades. Five was clearly attached to it, and Viktor wasn’t trying to offend—he was just curious, in the most honest sense of the word.

[lilapxtts]

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--They were safe and that's all that mattered. Timeline after timeline after timeline always led to a downfall, a dangerzone of some sort. Either one was about to get shot, or the other stepped on glass particles that could lead to an infection if it weren't for some alcohol that was found to clean it off.

Wounds, blood, the chase, the run -- all of it was an endless circle of coming back to the same place over and over again. The damn subway.

The reality of every timeline dispersing, gone, done for scared the shit out of Lila and that was a thought she was too afraid to vocalize, because what if they found their home and it was too late? Her children, her family, his family, everyone just dead?

Her own thoughts were causing her to go crazy and she needed a distraction. A conversation. A game even? Whatever it is, just to rescue her from her own thoughts.

"--How'd you do it without going crazy, Five?" she asked. "I mean how did you not want to shoot yourself just so your head would stop with all these things going through your head?" she practically shouted, more so distressed with herself than him.

[untilthcyrot]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. | ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ( for the subwayyyy ) asked by @equationsoff

❝ You should see me trying to fish a sock out of the vacuum, ❞ the assassin retorted, a sadistic-looking smile on her face. Yeah, she was proud of herself for that one, especially for how makeshift it was when they weren't the ones storming around with machine guns like it was the end of the world. In this timeline though? It had the Hargreeves written all over it as its doomsday cause. She threw a glance over her shoulder at Five to see how he was fairing, noticing the mannequin - she refused to call it by her name. It wasn't even a her at all, it was plastic for crying out loud! ❝ Oi! You better be trying to watch my back and not that thing! Pay attention before only one of us makes it back home alive. ❞

[numberforaname]

@equationsoff asked: "Please get out of here. I can't guarantee your safety if he sees you."

Diego pauses for a moment, mouth ajar as he looks around him -- surely Five isn't speaking to him...right? Narrowing his brows, he raises a hand to gesture to himself. "Wait, are you saying that to me?" He scoffs with a laugh and shakes his head. "No, no, no... If anything Five, I can't guarantee his safety if he sees me." twirling one of his knives expertly between his fingers, he puffs his chest out slightly. "Now, how about you blink yourself to the nearest bar and get yourself a drink, I can handle myself."

[equationsoff]

little advice from someone who's been there? don't do the math. that equation does not exist. there's no "save five harlans for every two claires" formula. people like us, we will never save enough lives to make up for the ones that we take.  

                            independent five from tua spatial jumped by beck. (x)

[disventura]

@equationsoff : have you so little faith in me?

“ not you . ” wednesday spends a moment keeping focus on her task ― she's preparing some sort of trap , one that's meant to merely hold its captive in a confined space rather than harm them . “ it's your family i have issue with . all from hearsay , of course , but i'd rather not fail due to their involvement . ”

once she confirms everything properly set into place , she stands upright and turns to five . “ . . . take no offense . i try not to include my own family or friends as well . if yours is anything like mine , then i can't risk more people coming to look for either of us . ”

“ so no , i will not tell you where i'm going or what i plan to do . ”

[heartschill]

@equationsoff <3'd for a starter.

　　　aria is entirely too nosy. she's been told that plenty of times and it's something she's totally working on ( promise !! ). yet at seeing the other's injury. . . well, it was human nature to be curious, wasn't it ?? lips purse and press together, as if the brunette were trying to hold back any sort of prying remark. but she fails, of course. the least she can do is make it sound non confrontational. ❝ ah, hey — that's . . . quite the scratch you have there. ❞ at least her phrasing gives some wiggle room to tell her to screw off in varying degrees of politeness.

[normaltothemax]

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“Jesus Christ.” That’s about as much as Marc can manage through his shock, at the moment. He’d intervened in what looked to be a real dangerous situation to try and keep the kid safe. Apparently said kid could handle himself just fine; something proven by all the bodies on the floor that aren’t actually Marc’s handiwork. Jake and Steven are stunned silent in his head, and yeah, he kind of shares the sentiment.

He hadn’t bothered summoning the suit, had felt like there wasn’t time, which was probably a mistake on his part, but it’s a bit late to change that now.

Regardless of the kid’s competence in a fight—which, something about that makes something in Marc’s gut churn uncomfortably; no kid his age should be that good of a fighter—regardless of whether or not he should’ve summoned the suit, regardless of how unbothered the kid seems about the entire situation and Marc’s subsequent feelings on the matter, the fact remains that there’s still a kid standing in front of him.

Fuck, he’s just a kid.

“You alright, kid? Not hurt?” There’s blood on him, but Marc can’t tell whose it is, from where he’s standing.

[hvbris]

@equationsoff liked for a starter

Juniper was by the buffet, admiring a very high and intricate tower of macarons, all with different pastel colors. While she always missed the forests of District 7 when she was in the Capitol, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of things, here. She was so enthralled that she almost jolted when a young boy walked to the buffet, right next to her. He was a victor like her, she could tell. Victors always stuck out at Capitol parties, she knew she did too.

"Do you want to try sompething?" she asked with a smile, always friendly, "the puff pastries are really good."

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I can't take us whenever and wherever we want to go with this suitcase. So what's it going to be? ❞

♡ ───── open starter for lila pitts of netflix's the umbrella academy !

[numberforaname]

@equationsoff asked: "You can't fucking walk in here, say all this fucking shit, and expect me to be okay."

Diego clenches his fists, his jaw tightening as Five’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. The usual sarcasm rises to the surface, ready to deflect the wave of emotions threatening to spill out, but something in Five's tone stops him. He takes a slow, deep breath, locking eyes with his brother. “You think I’m okay?” Diego’s voice is low, simmering with frustration. His body language, all tense and coiled energy, speaks of a man who’s constantly on the edge, barely keeping himself together. “Newsflash, none of us are okay. We haven’t been okay since... since ever, alright?”

He shifts, trying to gather his thoughts, but instead of the calm, collected response he was going for, his words come out in a flustered jumble. “I mean, do I look like I’m okay?!” Diego gestures wildly to his own face, pointing out the random bruise on his cheek. “I haven’t slept in... I don’t even know how long! And, okay, yeah, maybe I took a nap in a dumpster last week, but that’s not the point!” He realizes how that sounds and quickly backtracks, waving his hand as if to brush it off. “It was strategic. Tactical. You wouldn’t get it.”

He runs a hand through his hair, eyes darting around like he's searching for an escape hatch from this conversation. “I’ve got, like, three plans going on in my head right now, and none of them are going great, but hey, who’s counting, right? I mean, I could fix this situation if I had... I dunno... another hour, or a tank, or maybe some explosives. Not that I’m suggesting explosives. Yet.”

Diego catches the look Five is giving him and suddenly realizes he’s spiraling. “Okay, okay. Look. The point is, I’m handling it. I’m totally handling it. Cool, calm, collected... Diego.” He nods to himself, as if saying his name gives it more weight, but then quickly adds, “But if you have any, uh, helpful ideas that don’t involve time travel or, you know, calling me an idiot, I’m open to suggestions.”

[reedification]

CLOSED STARTER | @equationsoff

It's not like Gavin hasn't dealt with weird shit since he got thrust into this whole multiverse thing. He thought he had a pretty good grip on science, considering he spent four miserable years of his young adulthood stuck in an institute of higher education, or whatever the fuck. But then, well. Maybe if he'd been more into physics, the whole multidimensional timeloop bullshit wouldn't be such a mindfuck.

All that to say? He's really not sure what to make of the kid sitting in from of him now. Especially because apparently he's not a kid, he's about twice Gavin's age thanks to some sort of time travel fuckery. Which – oh yeah! – is apparently something he can do. Just, like, at will.

Jesus fuck, Gavin's got a headache.

❝ All right, sorry, run this by me one last time. ❞ He's about at his wits end, both hands rubbing at his temples 'cause he was not kidding about the headache.

He looks up at the kid-that's-not-a-kid ( Five, he reminds himself ) with a wary pinch of his brows. He's gonna need so much fuckin' coffee and nicotine to swallow this one, he's pretty sure. ❝ You work for the CIA as a – what, some sort of time-traveling secret agent? And you've stopped – ❞ He glances down at the file he was given, because apparently this kid is familiar to Gavin's superiors, which is really the Big Thing pissing him off right now. ❝ – four different world-ending events. ❞

[conduitandconjurer]

i'll be here, buying you time.

Two perpetually quizzical eyebrows climb higher on Klaus's forehead. Stray Commisison bullets and dangerous projectiles of varioius forms (most of them involving fire) sail over the siblings.

"Sure, or maybe youuu reconfigure your master plan here," he rebuts, startled and dismayed by his own surge of courage, "and we get out of this together?"

His fingers curl into ghoulish glowing fists.

"I've been practicing. I. Could make the most of being more than a useless pukebag?"

[chaos--mode]

@equationsoff embraced the chaos : medicine ( hiiii ) – result : 07

blood is not something that Ren is unfamiliar with. neither is injury, really. she sort of thought she'd seen it all, at this point. between constant bruising, twisted ankles, bones sticking out of someone's arm or leg, little Hell bats chewing on her collarbone, teeth sharper than a tungsten needle slicing through her forearm ... yeah, she's dealt with some wild shit.

apparently, though, today is just not her fucking day. then again, who the fuck would say anything different when your weird, timeline-jumping friend (?) showed up on your doorstep covered in blood, not all of which belonged to other people?

christ, Ren needs a drink ...

she's doing her best, okay. the collection of bloody rags and discarded bandages littering her bathroom floor around her and Five is more than enough proof as much. it's just ... she's never dealt with wounds like this, give her a fucking break, please.

❝ why did you think i was the best person to deal with this, huh? ❞ she huffs, brow furrowed as she tries to suture a wound in his forearm. ❝ you have got to know at least a dozen people that would be better at this than i am. ❞

send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20. ( currently accepting! )

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@equationsoff sent: I just haven't found anything better yet.

                   ˜”*°•.      For  a  brief  moment ,  she  merely  looked  at  him ,  disappointment, as well as surprise,   creeping  into  her  face.   ❝ Is  this  what  you  are  going  to  wear ? ❞  She  honestly  hoped  that  no.  A  dozen  times  had  they  both  gone  to  events  for  the  sake  of  missions,  they’d  both  been  taught  how  to  properly  dress,  and  yet  Five  as  it  seemed,  was  once  again  entirely  oblivious  to  his  body’s  age.    ❝ You  look  like  you  just  fled  church  school. ❞ She commented plainly .  Haven’t  found  anything  better  yet.  Well,  this  was  quite  obvious.  ❝ I  am  taking  you  shopping. Move. ❞