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30 secs in heaven

dom!reader x sub!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

frat fuckboy!hyunjae,ennemies to fwb(ish), slut shaming hyunjae, shaming hyunjae for being a virgin (there's nothing wrong with being a virgin or a slut tbh they're sociological constructs it's your body do what u want), just shaming hyunjae in general (you are kinda mean oops), premature ejac, cumming untouched, lasting training, multiple orgasms (m), overstim (m), oral (f), face riding, nude sub/clothed dom, begging, degradation, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, slight pain play, spit play, unprotected sex (it's discussed but they decide against it. don't be like them kids), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

[❛ this is a one time thing. ❜ + ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REGLOB MY WORK 🖤

“How old are we?” Hyunjae snorted. “12?” he asked, cocking a disdainful eyebrow, looking down at the empty clear vodka bottle at the center of the circle.

“Don’t be a fucking twat for once will you?” Sangyeon retorted, eyes shooting daggers at the younger blonde man.

He wasn’t wrong though. Playing this hybrid of spin the bottle meets 7 minutes in heaven was kind of childish for a bunch of college sophomore and juniors such as yourselves but you didn’t speak your mind. For two reasons.

One. The night reached a state where everyone was trashed out drunk and passed out at various curious places. Even the DJ was blacked out, head resting on one of the house plants so the music was reduced to a random lo fi spotify playlist playing in the background on somebody’s unclaimed laptop.

Two. You didn’t want to side with Hyunjae. Ever. That man kind of repulsed you. You were never into fuckboys especially the ones that had the reputation to back the rumors. You were deeply convinced that every girl on campus has had a go with Hyunjae’s pogo stick and of course if that was what they wanted, great for them but that wasn't your style that's all.

“I don’t need a bottle to take a lucky girl to heaven” Hyunjae declared, a smug smirk playing at his lips, and looking through his long lashes at one of the girls in the circle, even daring to go as far as to wink at her. She immediately started to giggle. 

As far as you were concerned you had to repress a gag and opted for a more discreet but just repulsed facial expression. 

“Yeah right just spin it!” Eric hurried him by motioning to the empty bottle in the circle but that didn’t stop Hyunjae from throwing one last disgustingly fuckboyish eyebrow raise to the snickering girl.

“Aight” he said, reaching for the vodka bottle, starting to spin it.

 Anddd of fucking course it had to land on you. At that moment you and Hyunjae made eye contact. The smugness is gone. You both look at each other in complete confusion, hung in time.

You are not fond of Hyunjae, that's a fact. A known one. The main interested party knew that much from one very reliable source. Experience.

Of course since you breathed and had boobs Hyunjae tried to get into your pants too back when you were a new and introverted freshman in a brand new and intimidating college. But Hyunjae learned pretty fast that introvertedness wasn’t to be confused with shyness. Because you certainly weren't the latter. You rejected him in a way that didn’t leave any room for interpretation or even second chances and he never bothered you again. 

Fuck… Why me?

For a second you argued that the bottle landed between you and Giggles so you really didn’t mind letting her get into the sickeningly small closet with Mr. Universe. But unfortunately Sangyeon and Eric were way too happy to stick Hyunjae with one of the rare girls on campus that never showed interest towards him.

Before you could understand they whisked you both in the tiny closet. And you found yourself squished between a couple of mops, floor detergent and of course the campus’ Angel Face.

You both stayed quiet for a while, both awkwardly standing in the dark. Your arms crossed on your chest while Hyunjae leaned on the door.

“I mean” you were the first one to break the silence. “We can always just wait here for 7 seven minutes.”

“Yeah.” 

Silence again. But it was somehow even more awkward. The air felt heavy, weighing down on your shoulder like lead. 

“I don't want to get herpes or whatever” 

You didn't really know why you said that but it just slipped out of you. Maybe because you hated how dry he was, not making a simple effort to at least talk to you or how he looked like being in your company was the most dreadful thing that could happen to him or maybe it was the booze talking. But nonetheless you said it.

“What?” he whipped his head in your direction.

“Yeah you surely have herpes with all the mouths that you kissed. Too bad they don't make condoms for your mouths” you laughed out loud.

At first Hyunjae looked pissed, sharp eyes peering at you but as his eyebrows relaxed on his forehead a sly smirk pulled his lips.

“You know what?” he started “I think you’re jealous…” he walked to you lifting his arms and placing both his palms at each side of your shoulder, forcing you to back up, trapping you between the wall and his large frame.

The untasteful scent of his overly sweet cologne mixed with the strong smell of cold tobacco floated to your nostrils, by reflex you pushed your chin back in your chest until the back of your head was against the wall too. 

“Maybe you want to be added to my list?” he tilted his head bringing your face closer to yours.

He keeps a list? That's the cringiest thing you ever heard.

“Shut up and kiss me already. Let's get it over with”. You exhaled, bracing yourself.

“Kiss you?” Hyunjae started laughing. “You’re the last thing on earth I want to get my mouth on” he said before standing back straight, letting his hands fall to his side. 

But before he could turn around you grabbed him by the collar and switched position with him, shoving his body onto the detergent bottle and you crashed your lips on him. To your surprise Hyunjae reciprocated the kiss, gradually he relaxed between your arms. You dared to open your mouth, letting your tongue slip past his lips. His flavor took over you, the taste of cigarettes and raspberry vodka filled your head. He started to breathe heavily and then moan into your mouth.

Hyunjae on the other hand didn’t even feel himself get hard. He didn’t have time to understand he liked this change of pace, he liked being pushed around, he liked that you pinned him against the wall and just stole this kiss from him.

You should have known he was enjoying this kiss a little too much but somehow it didn’t ring any bells to you and before you realized it his voice went very high pitched until he broke the kiss abruptly. When you looked at him his eyes were rolled back in his head and his jaw was hanging open.

“Fuckkk” he cursed in a throaty moan.

Silence again. You took your hands off his collar. You looked at him in confusion, looking for some kind of explanation on what just happened into his eyes but the only thing you found was evident and undeniable shame.

“Did you just…” you asked as Hyunjae bit down on his lip in worry when you looked down you spotted the disgraceful wet patch at his crotch.

“Are you for real right now?” you started to chuckle. “Did you really just fucking cum from a simple fucking kiss?” you started laughing louder. “7 minutes in heaven? More like 30 seconds! I can’t fucking believe it. Cumming untouched like a fucking prepubescent virgin.”

In this very delicate situation, saying Hyunjae felt vulnerable was an understatement. And this side eye he made, unable to hold your gaze, betrayed him right away.

“Wait?” you clapped your hand over your mouth. “Nooo wayyyy dude” you laughed even louder, throwing your head back. “Are you a virgin?” 

The silence that followed spoke for itself. Hyunjae felt dizzy, he staggered backwards until his back hit the closed door. 

“Wait, I don't get it… Did you pay those girls to say that you fucked them?” you were still half laughing.

He had nothing to lose anymore.

“N-no… I.” he looked back at you through his lashes, your cold, unwavering glare made him shudder. “I don’t even know how it started” he blurted. “Just one day that girl from my sociology class started to say she fucked me and that I was the best she’d ever been with and I never denied it. And then another girl said the same thing and then another…” Hyunjae’s words get caught in his throat and he swallows back a sob. 

“Why didn’t you say anything, dipshit?” you spat. The biting tone made Hyunjae’s guts stir with an unknown feeling.

“I don’t know, okay?” one single tear rolled down his cheek. 

There was something so satisfying in seeing Hyunjae crumble like this, catching him in a lie and finally letting the truth out. You wrapped your hand around his chin, nails poking at his wet cheeks as you made him look at you.

“Yeah I bet you loved having your harem following you around at parties and worshiping the ground that you walked.” You hissed between your teeth.

“Yes… But at the same time I was petrified to be with a girl… because of that reputation I was too scared to disappoint her that she would tell the truth to everyone…”

“And losing the attention felt unbearable, right?” you dug your nails a little deeper on his cushiony cheeks.

“Yess!!” he exclaimed, wincing at the pain, another repressed little sob pathetically shaking his large body.

“You know what…” you let go of his face, raising both your palms at each side of your face . “I don’t want to stay here for another fucking second.” 

“No please” He whispered, pressing his back on the door to prevent you from leaving. 

Maybe, there was an opportunity in all this. For both of you.

“I-I…” he hesitated. “y/n… I can offer you a deal…” he somewhat regained his composure, straightening his back against the wooden door.

You were intrigued. 

“Maybe you… I mean…” he hesitated.

“Spit it out Lee” you urged him, your patience running thin.

“Maybe you could fuck me?” he blurted out.

“What?” you frowned in confusion.

“We could help each other. You help me… conquer my fear” Hyunjae walked on eggshells, the proposition sounding more and more like a polite suggestion rather than an actual deal  “and in exchange I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything goes” he added.

Now that was something you could get to enjoy. Breaking the cocky fuckboy into a pathetic little mess.

“You would like that wouldn't you? '” without a heads up you grabbed Hyunjae's crotch. Package tightly fitting in your palm. “You think I didn’t notice how your dick didn’t go down this whole time?” Hyunjae whimpered ever so slightly in response. “You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” The blonde whined again but didn’t speak. “You like when I make fun of you, huh?” you grip around his balls becoming ever so slightly tighter. “When I call you names?”

“Yess” Hyunjae admitted in a broken whisper, eyes tightly shut, shame painting his beautiful features.

“Pathetic” you spit. “You cum from a simple kiss then stay hard when I laugh at you. Your cock is really begging to be used, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Use me” he responds back a little more eagerly than he would have liked. You clench a little harder around his crotch making him gasp for air and jolt his hips into your hand.

“Good boys always say please” you whisper in his ear, the hot air lifting goosebumps on Hyunjae’s skin, drawing a quiet whimper out of the boy.

“Please, please, please” he whispered back, shallow breaths giving away the urge he felt. You smirk at his state of aggravated neediness. 

“This is a one time thing” you finally agreed as you find your fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans. Hyunjae’s face lights up in hope.

“Yes! Please! fuck me and I will never bother you again I’ll-” his voice got caught in his throat when you carefully peeled the denim off him. Hyunjae’s hips move against his will one more time when you drag down his wet and cum soaked boxers as he felt the cold air hit his scolding hot and leaking tip. You bit your lip at the sight. His cock hadn’t stop leaking from the kiss. Precum and cum mixing at making his cock glisten under the dim light of the closet. 

“Take everything off and get on your knees” you said, taking a step back to allow him some space to fulfill your request which he did hurriedly.

In a flash he was sitting on his heels in front of you looking up at you through his lashes, both hands laid flat on his thighs while he waited for you. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off, only sliding off your underwear from under your skirt. When you lifted the fabric and unveiled to Hyunjae the very object of his desire he stopped breathing. He left like he had never in his life laid eyes on anything this beautiful, this perfect. 

He licked his lips hungrily, wanting nothing more but to wrap his mouth around the glistening folds.

“Make me cum with your mouth like a good little fuck toy” you said shoving your hips onto his face.

Instantly Hyunjae started to move at a rapid pace burying his face in the wet crevices, wanting to drown in you. You grabbed the eager boy by his thick blonde locks.

“Slower you dumb cunt” you pulled archly on his face, making his neck bend awkwardly to look up at you. “You a fucking bitch in heat or something?” Hyunjae winced at the dull pain on his scalp. 

Hyunjae took a deep breath to calm himself down and stuck his tongue out, carefully swiping it from your entrance to your clit. You let a satisfied sight slip off your lips. And Hyunjae’s hands fly to your thighs to ground his body between your thighs and his mind to the present. Trying so bad to keep it slow as your taste intoxicates him, turning him into an animal.

“Yeah like that” you say as you relax your hand around his hair, even gently stroking it. You start to rock your hips on his tongue. Grinding your clit on his mouth just a little harder.

Hyunjae reads between the lines and goes ever so slightly faster. Twirling his hot tongue around your erect nub then going back down to dip the tip at your opening earning a pleased moan from you. You throw your head back and just lose yourself in the pleasure he provides you. Letting your voice go more high pitched as you near your high

That sound alone is enough for Hyunjae to lose control again. He was holding off so well up until then. So well when you squeezed his crotch, so well when he stripped for you, so well when he first tasted your nectar on his lips but the sound you made while your scent filled his head was too much for him. Again the white clumpy liquid spurted out of his beet red cock to stained his thighs and stomach while he moaned into your pussy. His large body shaking under you as he orgasmed once more.

When you noticed you turned around only to witness what you feared had happened. You saw Hyunjae’s mess all over his thighs and stomach. The slimy liquid finding refuge in the dents of his hips around his abs. You grabbed a fist full of his hair again.

“You fucking pathetic little bitch” you pulled his face away from your folds. “You fucking came again!” 

“S-sorry” he barely managed to say looking up at you with his cheeks and chin made shiny with your essence, mind still hazy from his high. 

“You deserve punishment don’t you think?” you growled as you pulled harshly on his hair bending his neck backwards, the sharp pain making his eyes prickle.

“Yes, I do. ‘m sorry y/n” he started to mumble. His guts stirred in anticipation when he saw your glacial eyes stare back at him with resentment. 

“Open your mouth” you demanded. “Stick your tongue out”

Hyunjae felt his cock twitch when he saw you lean in and purse your lips only to spit right on his tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet.” you instructed, hand still gripping tight around his hair. “Say thank you” 

“Pthang you” Hyunjae replied as best as he could as the slimy foreign liquid rolled on his tongue, making his insides flutter with thrill and joy.

“Swallow” you said.

And he did. Happily taking your spit down his throat almost as a trophy an indelible token of what you both did in this closet.

You let go of his hair and step away and Hyunjae collapses. He sits with his legs forward and his sweaty back against the cool wooden door.

You positioned both your feet at each side of his hips and started to crouch down. Hyunjae jolts when he feels your hand wrap around his bare cock guiding it to your entrance. Cock twitching at the idea of serving you properly. 

“Do you have a condom?” he asked between hisses as you lightly pump your fist around him.

“No. You?” you ask back and he shakes his head. You circle his tip on your hot wet folds which makes him arch his back against the door and press his lips into a thin line.

“Should we go get one?” he says, frowning in worry.

You let go of his cock and motion your chin to the door. “Go ahead. Go out and ask your friends for a condom.” You taunted him.

Hyunjae was conscious of the state he was in and the last thing he wanted was for his friends to see him like this, him that was so preoccupied with appearances. So he shook his head again.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy” you said as you grabbed his base again, angling him right at your entrance. “Today is a safe day for me” you said and you sunk yourself on his cock. The hot tip deliciously parting you, sliding with ease inside your drenched heat.

It took Hyunjae everything he had to not burst again. Finally popping his cherry. Finally feeling the delicious wetness and warmth of your pussy around him. Completely unrestrained, raw. He thought his whole body was going to burst into flames, his heart hammering against his ribs.

You saw him struggle, eyes shut tight, eyebrows digging a deep crease on his forehead, jaw clenched and nails clawing at the wooden floor. You grabbed his face between your fingers, sharp nails poking at his cheeks. The pain helped Hyunjae concentrate on something else that wasn’t the agonizing pleasure he felt on his throbbing cock.

“Look at me! Don’t you fucking cum, you hear?” you forced him to look at you. Slapping his cheek when you caught him losing focus, his eyes turning in his head. It worked and Hyunjae calmed down.

“Ok” he stated, out of breath. “I’m good”

You started to very slowly lift your hips up.

“I can’t fucking believe you came twice and you are still this fucking hard” you moaned as his tip was barely hanging inside of you to smash yourself back in. "You really are like a fuck toy ready to get used again and again and again" you said making your hips snap down with every word.

Hyunjae whimpered as a reply, biting down his lower lip in shame.

You climb the ladder of pleasure very rapidly given the orgasm Hyunjae robbed you of earlier you too were pretty worked up and with very little time you found yourself flirting with your edge again. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, was being tortured by the strong grip of your walls around him. As you were nearing your high you clenched down harder on him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“Y/n… aaah” he was out of breath. Large beads of sweat dripping down his temples and hanging under his chin. “I can’t hold back anymore. Gonna aaah c-cum” he was at the end of his rope. His fucked out half lidded eyes looking at you with the most miserable of expressions.

You knew you were close, you figured you let the man let go before he loses the sanity he has left.

“Cum” you said.

The result was almost immediate. Hyunjae moaned out loud, finally letting go of his clenched jaw to let it lose as a string of groans and high pitched moans left his lips, to reverberate on all the walls of the tight space, probably to be heard by everyone outside that was not knocked out drunk. You felt Hyunjae delivering an abundant quantity of cum right in your pussy. Each of your thrust shoving the cum even deeper inside your dripping heat.

But you hadn’t finish yet and you don't intend to let yourself be edged to this level twice on the same night. You weren't going to stop before you grasp your orgasm.

Hyunjae started to whine when you kept on bouncing on his sensitive and drained out cock. Still constricting the poor member around your unforgiving wall. Hips still going strong with the brutal pace, determined to rip your orgasm out of Hyunjae.

“Please. Slow down I–Aaaa” tears started to roll down his face mixing with the sweat on his chiseled jaw.

“Shut up, I'm almost there” you said, clapping your hand on Hyunjae's mouth. His face contorting in overstimulation at the forced pleasure he winced under your touch, the face of true suffering. Hyunjae’s anguish was the last straw for you.

You finally snatch your high, hips becoming sloppy as you let yourself moan out, throwing your head back and pushing your hips back and forth, making Hyunjae’s cum gush out of you, mixing his previous loads still pooling on his stomach. 

You gradually slow down, riding out your high slowly until you come to a complete stop. You keep Hyunjae’s dick right inside you. After a couple of minutes of both of you trying to clear your minds and catch your breath you speak.

“You aren’t really ready be able to live up to your reputation yet but come see me again I’ll teach you to last for hours.”

a/n: ooooff. idk what happened here? i was really in my domme head space and my fingers slipped. thank you anon who requested this is one of my faves <3 guysss did you like it? if yes please consider leaving a comment or an ask. 1 comment = 1 forehead kiss from cat <3. ily

[theriu]

We had an exciting visitor this week! My niece and nephews discovered this lost homing pigeon at my parents' alpaca farm, so they called me to help because I have a slight history with rescuing birbs. Mom gave it food and water and kept it in a dog kennel overnight (it was very very hungry!) We tried releasing it the next day since the tag suggested it was a racing pigeon, but it didn't seem to know what to do, so we brought it back in.

(Trying to help me with my editing, to limited success.)

But, happy day, I was able to contact the national pigeon racing organization signified on its legband, and they got me in touch with the area chapter referenced by the legband code, and HE got me in touch with the owner! The owner said this little guy was very young and got scared off by a hawk attack about a week ago (which explains the very small, healed-over scab on his neck). And he is from over an hour's drive south of here! We were both surprised he wandered that far! The owner was SUPER appreciative that we took care of him and made the effort to find the owner, and lo and behold, there is a pigeon auction he had been considering attending IN MY TOWN, so he asked if we could take care of it until this Saturday! All of us were super jazzed at this happy ending and I volunteered to keep the bird until then.

Also, when I asked the bird's name, he said it didn't have one yet. My niece was DELIGHTED when he said it would now be called by her name suggestion, Pedro! :D

Anyhoo, I took him to my house since I have dove food. He is very nervous and baby, but I have been loving on him to help keep him used to peoples. And my doves have been surprisingly accomodating (only going after him if he tries to land on their cage)!

(Compared to the doves he is a BIG BOY)

And all of this has also led to one of my new favorite bird pictures I have ever taken:

Pogo Stick Pedro

[twistedlily]

Crackpot Theory: Five and Viktor are the Beginning and End to Everything

A friend told me months ago to write an essay after hearing my crackpot theory about this show that is my Joker, so here I am, doing just what I was told. (Yes, I know this won't come true. That's why it's a crackpot theory. I'm only writing this for fun and to get this idea out of my head before S4 drops tomorrow. Anyway!)

Disclaimer: I will be using Vanya and she/her pronouns to refer to the comics character, and to the show character in S1 and S2, and Viktor and he/him pronouns for S3. I am doing this for the sake of more easily understanding which seasons in the show I am referring to when I mention my points.

Anyway, without further ado...

I am putting too much faith in the show's writing here and am convinced that the show is hinting that Five and Vanya/Viktor are the key to everything.

Here is why:

In S1, we see quite clearly that Five meant something to Vanya. She tells Pogo in the first episode that "You know what's stupid? I used to leave the lights on for him. ... Every night I'd leave a little snack and make sure the lights were on." Following that, we also see Five return, looking exactly the way he did when he left, and one of the first things he does is make himself a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich, which is the very snack that Vanya would continually make for him when he was gone.

Later on in the episode, we see him get attacked by the Temps Commission, and after said attack, the place he goes to for safety is—Vanya’s apartment. There, we get to see her patching him up, get to see them talk and in turn have a better understanding of their particular dynamic. Vanya asks him why he’s at her apartment. He says, “I’ve decided you’re the only one I can trust.” She asks him why he’s opening up to her specifically, and at first, he says, “Because you’re ordinary.” Of course, those words sting with her, and it shows on her face. So he amends his statement shortly thereafter, with a “Because you’ll listen.” The show quickly establishes that Vanya found Five important in her life, and in turn, affirms that he finds her meaningful as well.

Unfortunately, as the first season continues, we don’t get Five and Vanya interacting together as much, if at all. The second episode features Vanya managing to briefly stop Five in his tracks after he declares she’s too young and he made a mistake in trusting her, saying she “hasn’t seen him in a long time” and that she “doesn’t want to lose [him] again.” But then he leaves her apartment, and he makes little to no effort to contact her for the rest of the first season until it becomes apparent that she is far more important to the end of the world than he initially believed.

However, we do see more of their intriguing bond in the moments we’re shown of their shared past and younger years, with how Vanya shaking her head gave him genuine pause before Five’s impulsive decision to leave and perform spatial jumps in defiance of Hargreeves. Additionally, her name was the first Five called after landing in the apocalypse, and as we are made aware in the first episode, he found her book and read it while away. In said book, she writes that he "was [her] sole confidante." He even writes in the book, and continues to do so upon returning to 2019.

(A little note on something I found fascinating that may be something, or may be nothing: when drunk, Five tells Diego that he’s “the Four frickin’ Horsemen.” Traditionally, the Four Horsemen signify the bringing of the Apocalypse to the world, hence the tale of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Now, in the show, if Five is the Four Horsemen, and Vanya is the Apocalypse... does that not mean they’re inextricably connected?

Again, this could mean something, or it could be me seeing things where things were not meant to be seen.)

I will also note that their bond in the show does not, in fact, come from the comics. The comics feature a Vanya who is emotionally linked to Diego, and the Five we see in the comics is far colder than the one in the show. He even tells Vanya outright at the end of the Apocalypse Suite arc that he “never liked [her].” So this shift in relationship dynamics does exist purely in the show, which I personally find works in its favour due to its character-driven nature.

Anyway, let us move onto S2 and how it too shows their bond, and we start off with Five insisting that Elliot search for sound waves as he tries to prevent a second apocalypse via the Cold War, given Vanya’s sound manipulation power. Does that explicitly show their bond at all? Granted, no, but what happens later on when Five manages to find Vanya does—he finds her in a cornfield and gives her a rather soft smile as he introduces himself as her brother. He then proceeds to inform her (over a cup of coffee) of what happened in S1, but notably pauses and swallows when she asks what caused the apocalypse. He then states, “Asteroid impact,” and omits her role entirely, because he cares enough to not want to hurt her, which exists in contrast to how he acts around every other member of their so-called family, i.e. constantly insulting them and threatening to harm them.

This is also seen in how Five firmly insists they "need to stick together," and how he would, most likely, blink into the car when Vanya plans to drive away from him if it were anyone else, but instead takes a breath and knocks on the window to get her attention. It may be because she’s a bomb that he doesn’t want to set off, but given his behaviour around her even in S1 before she’s revealed to have powers, we get to know that he is and always has been patient with her, and impatient with everyone else. He even mumbles to himself later on about how "she'll come around. I know she will."

Also noteworthy is how his old body self learns from Luther that Vanya is the reason for the apocalypse, and in response to this news, all he does is shrug and say, “Fair enough.” It is remarkable how the very thing that he obsessed over for decades upon decades in the apocalypse is set aside with a simple acknowledgement of its cause being his closest adopted sibling.

(Another thing that I find most intriguing is how in the comics, Five’s calculations to return to his timeline and escape the apocalypse are not, in fact, bungled when he finally attempts to jump again. He realises through Dolores that he “forgot to subtract the two from the one” and only fails in his goal when the Temps Aeternalis pulls him out of the time stream against his will. In contrast, the show has Five arguing with his old body self, and the apparent solution to his calculations is a misplaced decimal point—“It’s 0.57, not 5.7!” which may be me reading into it too much, again, but if not, then an argument can be made that Five and Vanya (Number Seven) are meant to work together and stay together, instead of being placed apart due to circumstances beyond their control.)

Moving onto S3, there is the same issue as present in S1 wherein Five and Viktor rarely get to talk to one another. The only instances of their relationship coming into play are when Five runs back to ensure Vanya/Viktor is okay when they’re being attacked by the Sparrows, the easy acceptance of Viktor changing his name and beginning to transition, and of course, the talk they have near the end of the season. The talk in which Five is caring and vulnerable enough in his lecturing about powerful people and ants to tell Viktor, “If you ever need anything, I’m always here for you. But lie to us again... Viktor, I’ll kill you myself.”

There is, too, the fact that they share a long look at the end of the season before walking off in different directions, yet again separated instead of going off together.

The trailer for S4 revealed that this time, Ben is the cause of the end of the world, and it seems the show is gearing up to explore the Jennifer Incident and Ben’s death in detail (which, alongside the Sparrow Academy, the comics have yet to touch upon fully). While I am aware this show emphasizes that this so-called family is stronger together than apart, and I don’t mean to undermine their marketing with this essay, I do find this message does not yet work unless every member of the Academy is willing to work together and stay connected. Obviously, this includes Five and Viktor especially, seeing as Five set out to save the world from the apocalypse at the beginning of the show, and Viktor was the cause then and continues to cause problems for everyone.

In conclusion, I (most likely falsely) believe that the show is pointing at a resolution for its “oh no the world is ending” plot that torments each season via the full reconciliation of Five and Vanya/Viktor’s bond and that ultimately, these two teaming up and properly communicating with each other will be the way to get to a timeline where the world doesn’t end for once and happy lives can be had for all.

If you’ve read all of this, I thank you for sitting through it. If you disagree with it, that's totally fair, and I welcome you to keep scrolling and ignore this post entirely.

[sjelaine]

"Louisrock" July 7, 2024

I had a friend who lives in Turku where Ruisrock is held, so as soon as I saw that Louis would play it (back in November,) I contacted my friend to see if she would be home - she said yes!  I bought an early bird ticket to the festival and had my lodging all set, so then I just needed an airplane ticket from California to Helsinki and a rental car.  I then found out another friend (from the same fandom as my Turku friend) was going to Ruisrock as well, to see Käärijä, who as it happens was playing on the same stage as Louis but 2 hours ahead of him, so I had a friend to go to the concert with me!  Normally I have to see Louis by my lonesome because none of my friends are in the 1D fandom, but it's okay because Louies are the nicest friendliest people out there and I am never short of new friends to scream all the words to Louis' songs with at the concerts.  IMO this is the very best thing about being a Louie -- all the other Louies!

We got to the festival site two hours before doors opened so we would be sure to be toward the front.  All the festival signs were in Finnish and my friend is Swedish and I'm American, so we had to rely on the locals to translate for us.  I'm old and slow so I wasn't able to run when the time came, but by the time I got through the gates and located the line for Louis' show, I was only about 50 people back.  The festival was INCREDIBLY well organized, clearing out each stage area after each performance so the people who had lined up for a specific artist could have a good chance of getting a good spot.  And thanks so their expertise in handling crowds, I was able to maintain my position in line without having to run and thus got a spot at barricade!  Thank you Ruisrock organizers and security *thumbs up*

I will mention that while waiting in line for 6 hours we were comfortable and there was a breeze and no rain.  We also got to listen to Blind Channel and Käärijä's shows which were pretty hard-hitting and all in Finnish - the best part about that was all the Finns surrounding us joining in to yell the lyrics and pogo along to their favorite songs.  The energy was amazing and I'm sure the other foreigners in line with me were appreciating the Finnish love of live music as I was.  Don't forget we also got the Oli walk-by which was funny because he acted as though he was just passing us to get to the food stalls, but then he came back a few minutes later with no food and acting just as nonchalantly, so clearly he was there to check us out and report back.  You go, Oli!  Be sure to tell Louis what in idiot he is if he thinks we're not going to show up.  Faith in the Fans, maybe?

Back to barricade: I had a spot right next to the staircase Louis would use to come off stage for Silver Tongues, and I took quite a few videos and photos although most of the songs are partial recordings and the pictures are basic iphone quality, but here's a link to all of my files in a Google folder.  Please enjoy!  Do with these as you wish :-)

Some observations I made while enjoying my 7th Louis show was that Joshua would run to a certain side of the stage, Louis would catch sight of him, and then he would head to that side of the stage... so it was almost like Joshua was calling the shots of where Louis should "pose."  It also clued me in to start recording whenever Joshua came to our side because I knew Louis would follow - I got some great shots of Louis looking our way which I choose to believe were him looking at ME ;-)  I also noticed that Steve would put a drumstick in his mouth to adjust something on his set mid-song, which I hadn't noticed before.  And of course Michael and Matt were always heading to the center stage to join Steve in "getting down" which was fun to see.  It would be great to see Louis playing the guitar and jamming with them, but then it would be harder for him to interact with the fans...

One of my favorite live show elements is the Baba O'Reilly mash up in WDBHG so I was very happy that Louis walked over and pointed my way when he sang it - so excited in fact, that my video suffered accordingly, but oh well.  I didn't get lucky with him coming to our side of the barricade but hopefully at some show in the future I will.  Faith in the Future!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.  Love you guys -

[roxiestranger19]

OBX 4 SPOILERS

spoilers ahead!!!

yall im freaking out i just finished watching it.

first of all we are so back. S1 pogoes vibes are back and i love it. finally normal scenes of them just together.

JIARA WON BITCHES

i had the biggest fucking smile on my face when jj was dancing on the pier and for their kiss. also noticed that when kie said “i love you” he kinda cringed a little which makes me think that he still doesn’t entirely accept it and perhaps we’ll get more of that later in part 2

all the jiara scenes in general are everything to me. THE DIVING SCENE HELLO?? the way jj didn’t even argue with her bc they’re both so stubborn. the banter?! i’m dead. protective jj going into full gear. IM SOLD. THEY GOT THE BENDS! so many season 1 callbacks im loving it.

I need a jiara missing moment from the hyperbaric chamber thingy. i was gagged when i saw that that was what that still was from. giggling and kicking my feet during that whole scene.

also the pier scene was great. i know a lot of people are complaining about the lack of physical contact between them but tbh i don’t mind it. their whole relationship has been more based on words and action rather than physical touch and i live for their flirty banter. and the way they speak to each other is so soft and sweet. like they never raise their voices at each other even when everyone is else is yelling. protective jj once again at the beach scene. (fuck ruthie btw almost was in tears over that turtle) and then shoupe coming back to investigate jjs literal death threat on behalf of kie and him blaming it on AI omg i was literally dying.

jj is my husband and my baby i love him so much. i’m so glad that he gets the spotlight this season. i don’t think he’s gonna die like everyone is saying. i was actually screaming at the ending though. did not expect luke to not be related to him at all??? i could understand him mom being elizabeth but the fuck you mean like isn’t his dad??! i know he’s gonna be going through it in the next part and him smashing shit and starting riots and what not makes a lot of sense. also he looked good af in every scene. honestly everyone looks hot in every scene so far.

anyways i’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about this until nov 7 i need the fics to come out the girlies better be putting in that work lmao

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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"What's the date. Exactly," Five said, dropping a wooden cutting board on the table.

"March, the twenty-fourth," Y/N replied, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

The skinny boy came back over with a loaf of bread. He paused, looking at Y/N for a bit before looking back down at the bread. "Good."

Luther piped up from across Y/N, to Five's right, "So are we gonna talk about what just happened?" He didn't respond, keeping himself occupied with two slices he pulled out of the bag. Annoyed, Luther stood from his chair. "It's been seventeen years."

Five looked up at him sternly. "It's been a lot longer than that." He disappeared, only to reappear behind Luther, on a stool to reach the marshmallows on a higher shelf.

"I haven't missed that," Luthur mumbled.

"Where'd you go?" Diego asked, seeming a tad pissed himself.

"The future." He "jumped" back to the table. "It's shit by the way."

"Called it," Klaus cheered.

This time Five walked to grab the peanut butter. "I should've listened to the old man. Jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He glanced over at me again before laying his eyes on Klaus. "Nice dress."

The druggie made a noise. "Danke!"

"Wait, how did you get back?" Vanya asked.

"I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."

"That makes no sense," Diego said.

"Makes sense to me." Y/N shrugged.

Without looking up, Five replied, "Thank you, Y/N." He leapt from his seat on the table, only to be held back by Luther.

"How long were you there?" Luther asked.

"Eh, maybe forty years years, give or take."

"That would make you… Fifty three years old," Y/N thought out-loud while the others remained silent in awe. She looked him up and down once more. "Mentally, right?"

"My consciousness is fifty, to be precise," he replied. "My body is apparently thirteen again." His eyes quickly traveled up and down. "You seem to be going through something similar."

"I'm physically fourteen." Was all Y/N said. The rest of her siblings didn't push her to elaborate, after all, her being alive was a sensitive topic to Y/N.

"Hold on," Vanya spoke up. "Y/N's situation makes sense. How did that work for you?"

Five only rolled his eyes. "Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh." He took a bite out of the disgusting sandwich. "Bet she's laughing now."

"Delores?" Y/N asked, intrigued. She pictured a curly grey haired woman nagging Five about things every day. It was almost comical.

He briefly glanced at Y/N before finding the newspaper with our "father's" death as the main headline. "Guess I missed the funeral."

"How'd you know about that?" Diego asked.

"I believe he said that he went into the future, Gogo." Y/N said to him.

"He died of heart failure, huh?" Five said absentmindedly.

"Yeah," Diego said.

"No," Luther butted in. Soon all eyes were turned to him.

"He thinks I killed him." Y/N crossed her arms, looking away and avoiding eye contact.

"I never said that!"

"Didn't deny it." Diego said.

"Oh, of course you're on her side."

Five stared at Y/N for a bit before mumbling, "Nice to see nothing's changed," as he left the room.

Allison turned. "That's it? That's all?"

"What more is there to say?" he asked without turning. "Circle of life."

Dad's remains were carried outside by Luther, who, as well as Diego, had no umbrella as the rain poured down on their small group.

Meanwhile, Y/N, Vanya, Allison, Five, and even Mom had black umbrellas as Klaus sported a clear one with Barbie-pink trim. It seemed fitting for him.

Mom looked at all of then. "What's wrong? Did I miss something?"

"Mom… Dad's dead," Allison said gently. "Don't you remember?"

"Oh, of course," she replied, frowning.

"Is… Is she alright?" Allison asked, leaning to look at Y/N down the row.

"She's perfectly okay," Diego insisted. "She just needs to... Recuperate. To charge or something."

Pogo walked up beside Vanya with a striped umbrella of his own, came in hand as he turned to face Luther. "Whenever you'd like to begin, Luther."

He took a hesitant step forward, popped the top of the urn off, and turned it upside-down. The dark, powdery contents of the jar fell to the ground unceremoniously. Klaus grimaced with a new cigarette in his hand. "Some wind might've made it… Better," the hulk of a man mumbled.

"Would anyone like to give a few words?" Pogo asked kindly. There was a heavy silence from everyone for a while. Even the teacher's pet himself kept his mouth shut tight.

Y/N looked at the statue of Ben with a sad frown, she didn't even get to go to his funeral… And than there was her statue. It was definitely… Something.

The statue of her had been placed next to Ben's, with her head looking down and her arms held up high, forming a cup with her hands. Dramatic as always...

Pogo stepped in. "He was a teacher, father, and friend. He will be missed more than can be expressed." His little sad smile remained on his little sad face.

Diego rolled his eyes. "He was a terrible person. Reginald Hargreeves was a walking disaster and hurt everyone he came into contact with. We're better off with him dead."

Allison interjected, "Diego - "

"He named me Number Two," he stated gruffly. "And that's because that bastard couldn't bother to give us real names. He made Mom do it instead."

Mother randomly asked, "Is anyone hungry? I could whip up some snacks?"

"No, it's fine, Mother," Y/N smiled at her.

"If you say so." She seemed almost dejected.

"I'll… Maybe you could make me a sandwich…" Y/N quickly said, "I wouldn't mind one of those. After all, it's sort of nostalgic." Mother smiled and nodded. She was acting… Off…

Diego moved towards the ashes. "Look, you wanna be polite and give some words? Fine by me. But at least spare all the lies about how much of a 'good person' he was."

"Diego, shut your mouth," Luther said lowly.

"Diego… I'm not sure this is a good idea." Y/N said.

The knife-wielder rounded on him. "You of all people should be agreeing with me, Number One. Years of being his little pet, after everything, he still shipped you all the way to the Moon."

"Shut up!" he hissed.

"That's how much he couldn't bear being around you!" Luther snapped. The two started brawling, Pogo at one point pleading them to stop. Klaus moved protectively in front of Five, who shoved him aside. Y/N quietly stood on the other side of Vanya, in front of Ben's statue, watching the scene unfold.

This seemed familiar, like it happened before. The fighting, the yelling, the cheering… It was all so familiar like a balloon that Y/N had lost to the wind and desperately tried to grab back. Diego started to gain what looked like an upper hand.

Vanya begged the both of them to stop, while Klaus was begging them to continue, cheering like a rabid sports fan.

Pogo huffed and slunk back inside as Diego started shouting encouragement at Luther. The former was then thrown by the latter before getting held in a chokehold.

"Get off me!" Diego wheezed. Luther was knocked off and Diego staggered closer to the statue.

"This is utterly pointless," Five muttered as he turned to leave before turning and grabbing my hand, "I need to talk to you."

"You're telling me, that I end the world?" Y/N asked in disbelief as Five jumped around looking for a coffee mug.

"I'm not saying that, I'm saying that when I ended up a few hours after the apocalypse-"'

"Which is in a few days."

"Which is in a few days. I found this." Five stopped and held up a glass eyeball. "And one of these." Five then dug through his pocket to find a few pieces of chipped porcelain.

Y/N froze, as she saw the cracked pieces and shut down almost immediately as she saw the pieces. Her hands shook and she steadied them on the table with a shaky breath.

Five placed his hand on her shoulder and she snapped her head towards him, quickly clearing her throat.

"I found it in Luthur's hand. As well as the glass eye." Five said, jumping around once again before finding a coffee mug. "If it's not you, then we need to find the owner of the glass eye."

"Hold on, 'we'? We as in our siblings right?" Y/N asked. Five shook his head.

"They're all imbeciles, I need someone who can keep up with me. And I need you to stay around me." Five said, "Keeping you around me may prevent the end of the world.

"I… Think I'm going to take that as a compliment." Y/N said as Klaus and Allison walked in the room. Five dug through the shelves curiously, probably in search of some coffee.

"Where's Vanya?" Allison asked.

"She left a while ago." Y/N said.

"That's unfortunate." Five said before taking an empty container and placing it on the table, "An entire square block, 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, and not a single drop of coffee."

"Dad hated caffeine." Allison pointed out.

"Well, he hated children too and he had plenty of us." Klaus laughed, clutching onto a random electric guitar.

"I mean, he does have a point…" Y/N agreed with her brother.

"Aww… Y/N agrees with me…" Klaus let the guitar drop to the floor as he stumbled over to Y/N and gave her a big hug.

The porcelain girl smiled as Klaus collapsed onto her. "You’re so amazing…" Klaus sighed.

"I'm taking the car." Five left, "Y/N, c'mon."

"Where are you two going?" Klaus asked as Y/N managed to push him off of her and stand up from her seat to follow Five.

"To get a decent cup of coffee. And to talk." Five said with a 'duh' tone.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison asked, crossing her arms.

"I know how to do everything." Five said snarkly.

"I mean, I've got a drivers license." Y/N shrugged. Five and Y/N held hands as they both space jumped to the garage.

The girl shivered, "I'll never get used to that." She sighed as she sat in shot gun and Five sat in the drivers seat. After a few minutes of awkwardness, Y/N broke the silence. "So… Did you just learn how to drive during the apocalypse? Like, you were lucky to find a car and ended up teaching yourself?"

Five sighed as the car drove into the road, "And to think I missed your idiotic questions…"

"Aw, you missed me?” Y/N smirked.

The two of them pulled up to Griddy's Donuts, something Y/N was very familiar with.

The bell rang in her ear as a random stranger opened the door for the two of them. "Thank you." Y/N gave a smile to the stranger.

The duo both sat down at the table before another man sat down next to them, exhaling deeply as he took his cap off and started working on a… Crossword puzzle? Y/N didn't really know.

"Sorry, sink was clogged." An elderly waitress wearing pink smiled as she took out a pad of paper and pen, "So, what'll it be?"

"Uh, give me a chocolate eclair." The man said.

"Mhmm, sure. Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" The waitress asked.

"The kid wants coffee. Black." Five scoffed. Y/N gave the waitress a friendly smile.

"I'll have some tea." Y/N said.

"Cute kids." The waitress smiled slightly. Five fake smiles at her as she went to the back.

"Even if you're old, you still have to be nice to other people." Y/N said, turning to him, "After all, you're physically thirteen again. Not fifty."

"You're too nice, Y/N. Even for your own good." Five shook his head.

"At least I'm not rude all the time, you've always been a smart-ass." Y/N remarked.

Five looked at her before looking away, smiling slightly as he started a conversation with the man next to him. "Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and… Eat donuts 'till we puked. Simpler times, huh?"

"Uh… I suppose." The man said, clearly confused as to why a thirteen year old looking boy was talking like an old man.

The waitress came over to them, setting down their orders as the man offered to pay for the other two's drinks. "Thanks." Five said as he eyed the man's jacket, "You must know your way around the city."

"I hope so. I've been driving it for 20 years." The man said.

"Good. I need an address." Five said.

Y/N drummed her fingers on the counter, looking around at the familiar looking place. She smiled as she remembered there was one time where she had to carry both Ben and Klaus out of the cafe because they got too sick off of donuts.

Their father scolded her for an hour because she took the blame. God, that was a long night.

"When'd you start drinking tea?" Five asked, suddenly snapping her out of her trance.

"Well, I enjoy it more than water and soda." Y/N said, "But sometimes I like to drink coffee.”

Five nodded as Y/N felt his eyes on her. She shifted uncomfortably before the doorbell rang and tons of people filed in.

Since she was facing the other way, she could see that they had guns. She vaguely remembered Diego saying guns were for sissies. Heh, simpler times.

"Hm… I thought they'd have more time before they found me." Five said calmly, setting his coffee mug down.

"You're gonna explain later, Five." Y/N frowned.

"Don't worry, I will." Five said.

"Let's all be professional about this, okay? On your feet and come with us. They wanna talk." The man with the gun pointing to Five's head said.

"I've got nothing to say."

"It doesn't have to go this way." The man said. "You think I wanna shoot a kid? And go back home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that." Five sighed as he turned to the man pointing the gun at him, "You won't be going home."

Five looked to Y/N and blinked twice. She blinked twice back as Five slowly picked up a knife and space jumped, stabbing the man in the shoulder.

Y/N quickly got up and reached for her pocket, searching for her garrote. Tightening it, she ran up behind a person and slammed them on the ground, effectively choking them before they passed out.

Y/N grunted as a bullet grazed through her side. She hissed at the pain. Five watched her get shot before bashing someone's head on the ground.

Y/N threw a fork and it landed into a man’s eye. She sighed as she felt a burning sensation in her side, dammit, she thought that her dad made her skin impenetrable. So much for that bullshit.

"Hey, Y/N! Leave it to me!" Five smiled as blood splattered onto the floor.

Y/N nodded, holding her side and coughing harshly. She grimaced before tearing her sleeve and wrapping it around her waist as a makeshift bandage.

As the lights flashed rapidly and Five finished off the rest of the attackers, Y/N hopped off the table to join Five, who had finished cutting his arm and digging out a small tracker.

"So… Did you want to come to my place? I mean, I think we have to deal with that injury sooner or later." Y/N suggested as they walked out of the diner.

"No, can't risk it at your place. Let's go to Vanya's." Five said. Y/N frowned.

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"You're injured." Was all Five said. Y/N, as if on cue, winced as she remembered the bullet wound.

"I've-" Y/N coughed, "-Had worse. I'm sure it'll heal like the rest."

"It could get infected." Five said matter-of-factly. Y/N shrugged.

"I guess I can tend to it later. Right now, we need to get to Vanya's place." She said, "We're taking the car, right?"

"Why do that when we can just-" Five grabbed her hand and space jumped into an alleyway.

"Shit! Again, you've got to warn me." Y/N said as he chuckled slightly.

"Sorry." Five said, giving her a smug smirk as he climbed up the side of a building.

"How'd you find out where Vanya lives?" Y/N asked, following him up.

"Sources." Five said as he opened the window to the second floor. Y/N sighed as she followed him.

The room was fairly clean, as expected from Vanya. There was a small kitchenette and a violin sitting on a wooden chair.

Five sat on a plush grandma chair and Y/N sat beside him in another. Five and Y/N heard keys click as the door opened. Five clicked the lamp on to reveal… Vanya. "Jesus!" She said in surprise.

"You should have locks on your windows." Five commented.

"I live on the second-floor." Vanya said, flicking the light switch on to bring some more light to the dark apartment.

"Rapists can climb." Five said.

"Five, that's not…" Y/N's voice trailed off as the stinging in her side made her body feel like it was on fire.

"You are so weird." Vanya said, closing the door and taking off her shoes and coat.

[ru-fiction]

Unknown Territory: Five x Reader

Chapter 3: Run Boy Run part 2

Five Hargreeves

Y/N

Diego Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Pogo

Grace

Hazel

ChaCha

Comic ChaCha

Comic Hazel

It was a nice day in the fall. The sun was shining, the wind wasn't too strong. People were walking around the carnival with smiles on their faces.

An older man smiled as he saw this and proceeded to set up is concession stand.

He was whistling a small tune as he did so, his favorite time of day was when he came to work. He liked to keep himself busy.

The whisting came to a stop when a broom snapped on the side of his stand, then started hearing a scream. He looked in the sky before jumping out of the way and the next thing he knew the body of the cleaners fell into his stand.

He quickly went and told the security guard what had happened though the security guard was skeptical when he said the man was pushed.

Until he saw the body. He pulls out his walkie and starts to yell into it.

"Excuse me, officer but I believe we can of assistance."

"Who the hell are you?"

The man asked as he turned to find the Umbrella Academy; Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus and Ben. This was their second mission and they felt more than ready to take on the task at hand.

"It's your Eiffel Tower, it's gone insane and must be stopped at all cost."

The man looked at the kids like they were crazy, he had no time for children and their made up games.

"Allow me to introduce my subordinate, Number Three."

Luther holds his hand out and gestures to Allison with it.

Allison turns to face the crowd of people that happened to be surrounding the Eiffel Tower.

"Citizens of Paris... I heard a rumor that the musee d'orsay is giving away many of its finest paintings. They're also serving Crepes."

The crowd of people ran past the children in the direction of the art museum. Luther praises Allison and now that the area was safely cleared out, the kids activated their belts that gave them the ability to fly. Reginald thought this would be the perfect time for the kids to test his new invention before he sold it off.

"Spread out and attack!"

The kids nearly dodged a beam that came from the tower. Above them was a helicopter with the umbrella symbol on it. There, Reginald Hargreeves and Vanya sat watching the action.

"Dad?"

Reginald makes no move to acknowledge her.

"Why can't I play with the others?"

He didn't respond but she knew what he would say if he did. She frowned as she watched her siblings fly over the tower.

"Where's Number Five? I don't see him down there."

Five had been gone for days now. Ben, Klaus and Vanya had gone out to find him but he had vanished without a trace.

Today was not that day.

Vanya began leaving out his favorite sandwiches hoping that one day he'd come back.

"The future I presume..I can't be sure nor can I be bothered."

There was not an ounce of emotion on his face. Sometimes Vanya thought he was more machine than human.

"Why don't you go and play your violin?"

They had been there for a while. Arrived at 8:15 am, Almost shot out of the sky around 8:52 am and now at 9:04 am, Ben was using his testicles to try to tear down the Eiffel Tower but currently he was distracted trying to keep Klaus from falling into the gears below them.

"Any bright ideas now, fearless leader?"

Diego glares at Luther.

"You're slipping Klaus!"

"Don't let go! I'm trying to contact a dead engineer from the spirit world. He can tell us how to stop it!"

"Save your breath we're all gonna die!"

Diego yelled at the two annoying Luther.

"Why don't you shut up!"

He flew up and wounded his fist back and punched the tower with enough force to snap it in half. The others quickly flew a little bit away as the tower came crashing down.

"Show off!"

Diego pouts earning an eye roll in return. Luther punched through the control tower giving them a way in. Inside they find the person they were looking for.

"Just as I suspected— Zombie Robot Gustaye Eiffel!"

"Maudit Enfants!"

Ben stares at the man in shock.

"Alive after all these years!"

"Not for long!"

Diego quickly pulls out a knife and throws it before Luther can tell him not to. The knife collides into Eiffel's head forcing him off of his feet. His body lands on the different levers behind him.

Sparks start to shoot out of his head.

"Initier la séquence de lancement!!"

"EVERYONE OUT! NOW!"

The kids jump out of the building trying to get away from it.

"What's happening?!"

Klaus yells and Luther answers.

"I think it's taking off."

"But why?"

Allison looks to him for answers once they finally get to safety. The kids turn to look at the Eiffel Tower, it starts to lift off the ground and towards the sky.

"That's because it's not a monument, children. It's a spaceship."

The kids turned to look at their dad who was now standing behind them.

"While you have lost the Eiffel Tower, you did save Paris and you know what that means?"

"The Key to the city." The governor states.

"Free ice cream for everyone, one scoop each." The ice cream parlor said.

The kids cheered each one running towards the ice cream stand well everyone besides Luther.

"What's wrong, Number One?"

"When I grow up...I want to go into space."

"And so you shall, Number One..."

He places a hand on Luther's shoulder.

"So you shall..."

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Luther wakes up to his alarm he turns it off gets dressed and knocks his head into the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He walks past Allison's room to look past the hall before turning back to knock on her door.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Allison continues packing her clothes away. Luther is silent for a moment, he wants to talk to her but he's afraid that she's still upset with him. She's the only one he really cares about wanting to appease.

"You know it's funny. I've had the same routine for the last four years. Now that I'm back down here, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself."

"I know the feeling."

Allison chuckled slightly but her eyes still weren't meeting his.

"Well, you must be eager to see Claire, huh?"

"I didn't think it was possible to miss a person this much. But I've got some things I need to do before I can see her."

Luther walks up to Allison believing it was okay because she didn't turn him away.

"You know someday, I'd really..."

She pauses her sentence as she looks up to meet his eyes for the first time today.

"Love for you to meet her."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

Allison chuckled again.

"Why not?"

"Well, does Claire even know about me?"

Luther asks timidly.

Allison eyebrows furrowed at his question.

"What are you talking about? Of course she knows about you."

"I know, it's just that, when you left, it felt like..."

Luther shrugs.

"All you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so..."

Allison crosses her arms and nods.

"This place, yes. But not you."

The two stood there in silence just staring at the other before Allison broke contact.

"When Claire was little, I used to read her books about the moon. I'd tell her her; her uncle was living up there."

Allison smiles as she looks back up at him.

"That he was... Protecting us from harm."

The two laugh together and Luther's eyes brighten.

"Really?"

"I mean, you were...her own personal superhero."

Luther nods with a smile feeling happy about the thought of Allison talking about him with her child. It made him feel good.

"You know, after all this time, I know she would love to meet you."

Luther paused for a second just staring at her not knowing what to say. So he settled on....

"Uh, Dad's monocle is still missing, so I can't just forget about that."

Allison let out a sigh at him mentioning Reginald again.

"Dad died because his heart gave out, Luther. Don't turn his death into a mission."

Luther frowned at her words not understanding why his siblings weren't on his side.

"Is that what you think this is?"

Allison searched her mind for the right words before placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I think there's a reason why you never left."

Allison searched his eyes for a moment before leaving the room.

👻🐙👻🐙👻🐙👻🐙👻🐙👻🐙👻🐙

Klaus lies on the couch with a twisted look of terror written all over his face. He starts to mumble something in his sleep as he shivered before waking up abruptly, he shivered in fear as his brother watched him from a few feet away.

"You know you talk in your sleep?"

Ben's eyes follow Klaus as he slides to the floor and starts to look around.

"There's no point."

Ben said softly.

"You're out of drugs."

"Shut your pie hole Ben."

After realizing he snapped he looked at Ben.

"Said with love."

He blows a kiss towards his brother.

"I got a crazy idea. Why not try starting your day with a glass of orange juice or some eggs?"

"I can't smoke eggs."

Klaus lights up a cigarette before walking around to look for something to sell. Ben sighs as he stares at a wall feeling concerned for his brother.

Pogo cleared his throat as he entered the room, Ben smiled at the sight of him while Klaus jumped in fright.

"My apologies, Master Klaus. I have a query for you."

"Oh?"

His eyes brows raised in question before the chimp began to speak again.

"Some items from your father's office have gone missing. In particular, an ornate box with pearl inlay"

Ben turned to look at his brother with disappointment in his eyes.

"Really."

"Really? You don't say."

"Any idea where it went?"

Klaus figured that Pogo wouldn't be asking if he didn't already know but did he want to be honest about it?.....nope.

"No, no, no. No idea. Sorry."

"Liar."

"Dropdead."

"Low blow."

"Would you shut up?"

The last sentence caused Pogo to get offended though he didn't show it as he thought the comment was directed towards him.

"Excuse me?"

Klaus instantly spoke up trying to correct himself and attempt to deflect more from the stolen items.

"The contents of that box are....priceless. Were they to find their way back to the office. Whoever took it would be absolved of any blame or consequences."

"Oh, well, lucky bastard."

"Indeed."

Pogo said in a firm voice, he stared at Klaus for a few more minutes making him feel an inch of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

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Five gripped onto the eyeball in his hand as he stood in the lobby of the lab. His gaze hardens as he looks around waiting for someone to address him.

A man walks out dressed in a lab coat. His brows furrowed at the sight of Five standing there.

"Uh, can I help you?"

Five turns around at the sound of the voice behind him. He took a second to look down at the eyeball before showing it to the man.

"I need to know who this belongs to."

"Where did you get that?"

"Why do you care?"

Five instantly got defensive and glared at the man, the scientist took a moment to study Five trying to figure out the best way to have him give up the information.

After realizing he probably had to say something Five answered.

"I...I found it... At a playground, actually."

He hoped the lie was believable enough for the man to tell him who it belonged to. Though the man in front of him seemed suspicious of that statement.

"Uh, must have just...popped out."

He finished the sentence with a smile hoping to look inviting like you usually did.

"I want to return it to its rightful owner."

The lady at the desk smiled at the gesture and made a comment. Five however was done with the small talk and wanted the information he came for.

"Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?"

The smile on the lady's face fell and the man in front of him spoke again.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can't tell you—"

"Yeah, I know what it means."

Five started to feel a little frustrated at this point. The man caught on to the shift in attitude.

"Right well, I'll tell you what I can do. I will take the eye off your hands and return it to the owner. I'm sure he or she will be very grateful, so if I can just—"

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye."

The forced smile slipped off of Five's face the moment the man tried to reach for the eye. The man frowned and started to scold him as if he were a child.

"Now, you listen here, young man—"

Five glared at the man, he grabbed his coat and pulled him close in just seconds. He looked deep into his eyes, making sure the man was looking at his piercing eyes.

"No! You listen to me, asshole. I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend, so just give me the information I need, and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me 'young man' one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."

The lady got worried as she saw the twenty year old man get aggressive with the older one.

"Oh dear."

"Call security."

The lady instantly picks up the phone and starts dialing causing Five's glare on the man to harden. Five let's go of the man but not without giving him a harsh shove.

God he wished you were there.

[gabrielamay-art]

Veteran Player Expedito

This is a homage to my friend Expedito.

I love Pokémon since my childhood, and it's obvious that I would spent my time enjoyng Pokémon GO. Last year I has discovered a few POGO players in my town, what it was a relief because I didn't played the game since 2018. The other players was nice with me and we keep contact for future meetings and playing together. It was fun.

I discovered that one of our most active players was an elder man nammed Expedito. I heard a lot about how POGO gave a new hobby-kind to the eldery people, and now I was watching this closely. Expedito was a persevering player for fun, and also a freeplayer, what means that he was always saving his pokécoins to use them during the events and anything that the game could give. I didn't had a great time with him, as I was the last player to joing in to the group, but I can tell that he used to be nice, sometimes a funny person and always ready to help the other playes. The rest of us are 19~29 years old, while Expedito was 70. The grandpa of our group. He used to walk away, going around pokestops an gyns to play, and used to take the group with his car to go to the far gyns during the events and community days.

I was helping to complete the Unow collection dex, and everyone was trading the post cards to get the other Vivillon patterns. He's gone so suddently. One night was playing with the guys, and on the next day, we just received the bad news. I pay for his family, his wife, and for his nephiews that used to play with all of us. I'm sure they are missing him too much like the rest of the team. He passed away on june 4th.

I did this homage with all the Pokémon that he loved too much. The shiny nosepass was a plus, because it was the last pokémon that he captured. He was so happy to get another shiny on that night. All of the pokémon team was a suggestion from the other playes that used to be more close to him than me.

Thank you for all your precious kindness and friendship. You was a truly Pokémon Veteran player.

Rest in peace ~

[5ammexicanviolist]

3am head cannons p.2✨

Peso has glasses but prefers contacts

The octonauts have a shared Spotify playlist that’s hours long

Dashi listens to Lofi to focus

Tweak once stayed up all night to make paper flowers for Dashi 🌷

Amor Eterno by Rocío y Cien Años by Pedro Infante make Peso cry every time he listens to them

Dashi the flautist? 👀

Kwazii has the Keylimba app

Inkling added Spanish books to the library for Peso

Shellington used charcoal to make art

Inkling had some old jewlery he gave to Dashi and Min as gifts

Pogo plays acoustic guitar and Peso picked up from him

Dashi was a kid who cried & was genuinely terrified of the movie Coraline

Dashi, Shellington, Peso, and Captain Barnacles read & share poetry books

Inkling has a cobija that stays close at all times ☺️

[clown-kitchen-sink]

Hello there Clownblr!!! I need your help URGENTLY-

So a couple of days ago, I was walking home and there’s a skip by where I live. This clown scared me out of my skin, and got a pretty good laugh out of me, and I sat and chatted to it for a bit, knowing it was a stray. It was very friendly, and I let it show me some tricks, but when I left he followed me home.

I told him I couldn’t keep him but he was insistent on coming inside so I reluctantly let him- and I contacted my local no kill shelters but they’re all full, and for obvious reasons I’m not taking him to a kill shelter- I asked my long distance bf if maybe ey could house him, but he has very sensitive purebred clowns (the only reason I know anything about clowns is because of em- I’ve never been all that into them myself) and so can’t house them or give me advice because it only really knows about purebreds and this clown is “clearly a mix of at least 4 different types of clown”??

So, clownblr, this is where I turn to you!

As of right now, Scruffy (he picked the name himself!!) will be staying with me for at least the foreseeable future as he shows great distress at the idea of being re-homed, sheltered, or returned to the skip I found him in. So, I need to know how to take proper care of him- and my boyfriend has told me previously about how different breeds of clown have very distinct needs and traits so I figure the first step is identifying what needs scruffy may be made up of!!!

His personality is,, complex to say the least- he’s very friendly, quite cuddly, and enjoys playing with me legos and sitting on top of my fridge. He knows quite a few tricks like juggling and yoyo, and he’s taken quite a liking to the pogo stick in my back garden- but he also enjoys pranking, and quite a few times now he’s jump-scared me. He’s quite hyperactive, but once he gets tired he gets TIRED and will sleep for a good long while. He’s also gotten into my bin?? A couple of times?? Like physically in there- in my rubbish, sitting in it all happy and smiling-

He enjoys pretty much all types of music I’ve shown him, from circus to lo-fi to heavy metal to pop to country, he jams to all of it, and his diet has been literally everything in my fridge for the past couple days, he hasn’t had an aversion to anything or any particular tastes or textures- which also reminds me he is very sensory seeking, he enjoys noise and soft fabrics. He’s also a very co-dependent clown I think? He’s been following me all around the house ever since he got here and requires a lot of attention and affection but I’m not sure if that might just be a trauma thing?

Anyway, that’s a bit about his personality, and I’ve drawn what he looks like because I don’t want to risk exposing him to cameras while he’s as stressed as he is (I know not all clowns are fond of their photo being taken so I didn’t want to risk it)

This is what he looks like!

As you can see, Scruffy is very colourful, pointy ears and black and white makeup. I'm like 99% sure I got all his details in there. So, clownblr, if you can, please please help me identify the breed(s) of my new clown friend!! And also if anybody has any tips on how I can go about caring for him, please let me know! Many thanks!!

[equiptest]

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[eribon-danus]

Hello! We are Eribon Danus, a music lover and part-time composer! You can call us Eri or Eribon. The character in our profile picture is named Exo.

Stuff to get out of the way first:

This is a sideblog, our main is @xiathiau-myshif

We are plural! We use we/us pronouns, as you can probably tell TwT. Related to this, we are pro-endo. Anti-endos are fine to interact and listen to our music, but keep that in mind. If you're not educated on syscourse, that's fine. If you would like to be educated on syscourse, DM us on our plural blog, @the-ribombee-collective

As for pronouns, we use any pronouns except she/her! We do have preferred though, being xe/xem/xyr, fae/faer/faers, star/stars, and ae/aer/aers. They/them is also fine though! Space/cosmic related neos are great :]

We are bodily a minor! Keep this is mind when interacting. Uploads over here will be slow as we are in college

We have a twitch! We will be streaming there (hopefully) soon:

DNI

Pro contact harmful paras

Anti neopronouns, xenogender

Queerphobes, transphobes, TERFs

Anti self dx

NSFW/porn blogs

Proshipper discourse. This is a banned topic for us

We are pro: endogenic systems, m-spec gays, alterhumans, fictionkins. While we will not ask you to not interact, be aware we support these and you cannot change our mind

That out of the way, onto the music stuff!

This blog is both for our own original music and for music-related posts!

We do not sing or write lyrics, we compose instrumentals! We are amateurs, and simply want to put our music out there

We use Musescore 3 currently, but are working on switching to Logic Pro

Our favourite things to compose are waltzes! Our favourite key is E flat minor

We did Music GCSE and are currently doing a Music Production course at college.

Our pieces will probably not be available on Spotify, but we will put them on Youtube (hopefully)

We have limited access to Logic Pro currently, we will start uploading music here once we can access it reliably

We play the violin at Grade 5 🎻, it's our favourite instrument :]

Favourite songs:

Black Water Lilies by AURORA

Hymne à l'amour by Marguerite Monnot

Honey I'm Home by Ghost and Pals

The Grip of Reality's Limits by Eden Avery

Royalty by Egzod

Digital Silence by Peter McPoland

No Wind Resistance! by Kinneret

The Ballad of Fiedler and Mundt by Disparition

Forget by Pogo

Nausicaä Requiem by Joe Hisaishi

Mesmerizer by Satsuki

Firebugs by Lena Raine

Through the Wardrobe by Jherek Bischoff

Aria Math by C418

Favourite Artists:

Eden Avery (one inspiration for this blog)

AURORA

Joe Hisaishi

Lena Raine

CG5

C418

[auxiliarydetective]

AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 06: For Old Times' Sake

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, death, a tiny bit of gore

When Kassandra got up the next morning, she stretched the grogginess out of her limbs and hopped out of bed, perusing her closet for something to wear. On today’s agenda: Go buy groceries, make some food, talk to Luther, try and talk to Diego, catch up with Five, collect everyone’s phone numbers (whether they wanted it or not), go back home to her fishy friend A.J.. Simple enough, right? Do a few nice things, maybe hopefully make peace with people, go home, stay away from this place for a few months and hope that she’d be able to keep contact this time.

With her handbag thrown over her shoulder and a simple pinafore-and-sweater combo on her skin, she headed down to the kitchen to see if her little hint from last night had caught on – and really, in good old tradition, the siblings had gathered together and scribbled down their various wishes on her empty sticky note. Luther’s clumsy print, Allison’s calligraphy, Klaus’s large and shaky writing that just said “SNACKS :D”... But Five’s handwriting had changed. It was neater, smaller, but still just as harsh somehow. Kassandra didn’t know why that bothered her. After all, it had been 45 years, more than enough time for it to change five times over. He had marked off space on the note for himself (though Klaus had then freely breached containment) and listed off - coffee, strong - tequila, white - cointreau - limes - agave syrup - fudge nut bars. Coffee, ingredients for a margarita, sweets. Very healthy. Still, Kassandra grabbed the sticky note off the fridge, glued another note to its back so she could write on both sides, then pulled a cookbook out of the shelf and started making her own list.

Once preparations were done, she made her way out of the house, not before asking Pogo if she could take the car. “It belonged to your father,” he had said. “You needn’t ask me for permission to use it.” When she found the car in the garage, she went to place her handbag in the passenger’s seat, but froze in place when a distinct crack in the bodywork caught her eye. A bullet hole. Classic. Diego had his own car, so that left only one person that could be responsible for this. Five. That little rascal was up to something again. Of course. Why had she expected things to be any different?

A few hours later, Kassandra was in the kitchen again, humming and idly stirring a wok pan. She had stashed away the various groceries – snacks in the secret snack compartments for old time’s sake, liquor in the bar upstairs – and then gotten back to her favourite pastime: Cooking. Only that it actually had a purpose this time. It had been another trip down memory lane when she had put on her old apron, the one Grace had gifted to her when Sir Reginald had taken away her old one. He had always deemed her hobby to be a waste of time.

“I should’ve known you’d be down here,” she heard Five’s voice behind her, causing her to smile.

“If it were anyone else, I’d be worried,” she quipped.

“Because none of those idiots know how to cook?”

“Do you?”

“You got me there.”

His tone was snarky as always, but his head was covered in dark clouds. Still, Kassandra chose not to address it for now.

“Sit down, I know you haven’t eaten.”

Five gave an annoyed little sigh, but he plopped down on a chair nonetheless.

“What are you making?”

“Shrimp fried rice.”

“Oh,” he said, and she could feel him cheer up a little. Then, he chuckled.

“So, a shrimp fried this rice?” they both quoted Klaus, Five in a mumble and subconsciously, Kassandra speaking along with him.

“I wish you could’ve seen his mental image when he said that,” she giggled. “It was a shrimp in an apron and– and a chef’s hat – I couldn’t replicate it even if I tried.”

“And that was without the drugs.”

“Oh god, don’t remind me. His brain is a gallery of modern art.”

Kassandra moved the wok off the fire, then turned off the stove and pulled two plates out of a cabinet.

“You mind telling me how Dad’s car got a bullet hole in it?” she asked casually as she dished the rice.

“No, because you already know,” Five declared.

Kassandra sighed quietly. She turned her mental antennae towards Five and peeked into his mind, finding images of him at Griddy’s Donuts, off to get a coffee, only to be cornered by a unit of heavily armed men. She learned of the Temps Commission, an organization keeping track of time that Five had been working for as a hitman for a while. But now he had defected and they had sent that unit to get him back or kill him.

“You’re right,” she muttered.

She placed a plate of food and cutlery in front of Five and her own opposite him, only to find him eagerly digging into his meal without another word. She swallowed an amused scoff but also a tinge of pity, knowing that he wouldn’t want either. How long had it been since he had last had a full meal?

“So you still like shrimp, huh? Noted.”

Five looked at her with a piercing gaze, then returned to his plate. They ate in silence for a while, an exercise they were well-versed in from their childhood, Kassandra quietly listening in on his thoughts, trying to piece together all those little details that didn’t make sense and pick out all that had changed. It was a comfortable yet tense silence, until Five laid down his spoon.

“Kassandra, we need to talk,” he announced.

As soon as he said this, Kassandra stopped in the middle of putting on her gloves.

“About the present, the future or the past?” she asked.

“All three. Same difference.” He took a deep breath to center himself, but it did nothing to calm the tornado of thoughts and feelings brewing in his brain. “When I  time-travelled for the first time back in 2002, I didn’t just get stuck in the future. I got stuck in an apocalypse.”

Every syllable took him a giant’s worth of strength to form, even if it looked effortless on the outside. Silently, Kassandra took her gloves back off and held her hands out to him.

“No,” he immediately protested.

“Listen, Five,” she explained, “if we’re going to make a plan of how to stop the end of the world, it’s best if I know every detail.”

“We’re not doing anything. It has to be me.”

“Then why are you asking me for help?”

“I—” He scoffed. “I should’ve known. But I need you to keep this an absolute secret, alright? If anyone else finds out about this, I will kill you myself.”

“What a lovely way to die. But you know I couldn’t spill your secrets even if I wanted to.”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Good.”

He took a deep breath, one that he would never admit was because he himself didn’t want to see what was coming next. Then, he put his hands into Kassandra’s, prompting her to run her thumb across his skin in response.

“Close your eyes,” she suggested softly.

With one last sceptical look, he let his eyes fall shut, the world fading to black around him.

In place of reality, a familiar sight appeared in front of Five’s closed eyelids. Destroyed, burning buildings, dusty air and rubble, the whistling of wind in his ears. It was the same destroyed street he had appeared in when he had jumped to the future, the one that led away from the Academy. But the oddest part was, he was standing in the middle of it all, free to move and conscious – and Kassandra was there with him, looking around with an attentive gaze.

“Advanced in your training, huh?” Five said and didn’t say, the words only coming out in this world inside his mind.

“I call it ‘memorywalking’,” Kassandra explained, but he didn’t hear her voice with his ears. That was something he’d need to get used to. “Like dreamwalking but with memories.”

“Well, where am I?” Five asked sharply. “I mean, the other me. – Can he see us?”

“It’s not time travel, Five, don’t worry. To everyone here, we’re invisible and intangible. We don’t exist. – Are you ready?”

“Just get it over with. We don’t have time.”

Only a second later, another Five appeared in front of them in a blue blitz, his triumphant grin turning into despair and shock in an instant. He looked around, scanning the buildings for any life sign, then turned around on his heels and sprinted down the messy sidewalk, back towards the Academy. Immediately, Kassandra set after him, her expression warped into one of concerned focus. The real Five was frozen for a moment, but then he followed suit, not about to let his sister run off with the insides of his brain.

When she slowed down, he knew she had found what he knew was waiting for her. Buried beneath the rubble lay the bodies of their siblings, bloodied and covered in soot, various limbs and parts of their faces peeking out from under the bricks. A hand that Kassandra recognized to be Luther’s was cradling a prosthetic eye, bloody and with flesh attached, as if he had ripped it out of someone’s face and was presenting it to whoever would find it. Little Five, however, must not have recognized him yet, knowing his siblings only at 13 years old. Meanwhile, Kassandra was looking around, identifying the bodies. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and her own. But…

“Where’s Vanya?” she asked.

That was when the memory faded, a wave of pain and grief washed over from Five’s mind to Kassandra’s. Quickly, he pulled his hands away from hers.

“So,” he said curtly. “Now you know. We’ve got seven days. Luther might not be very intelligent but he sometimes has ideas when it comes to missions. The eye has to be a hint. It was fabricated at Meritech – I paid them a visit this morning but they didn’t want to tell me anything about the owner. So, I need you to come with me and pretend to be my mother so I can have some more authority than just a kid waltzing in and asking questions.”

“Okay, alright,” Kassandra nodded, still trying to process everything. “But if we’re looking for authority, I might not be the right person.”

“I’m not telling anyone else about the apocalypse. If you’re not going to help me-”

“I am!” she quickly cut in. “You know what, I’ll ask Klaus.”

“Klaus?!” Five echoed, shocked and appalled. “He’s constantly high as a kite!”

“Exactly, he won’t want to know why we’re doing this.”

“Kassandra, this is important. We can’t have him mess this up.”

“Klaus can be a very valuable asset,” she declared. “I’m the one bringing him along, so I’ll be making sure he only engages in his antics when we need them, okay?”

“Are you sure you can do that?” Five questioned.

“Trust me, Five,” Kassandra assured him. “Klaus and I have always been a good team, you know that. He’s been on countless missions while drunk or high and it has always worked out fine.”

“That’s debatable.”

“I just want him there as a backup plan. … And as emotional support. I can’t imagine raising a child like you as a single mother, and I say that with all the love I can give.”

Five breathed in sharply, then let out a long, annoyed, heavy sigh. “Fine”, he finally said. “Klaus is your responsibility. But we’re doing things my way, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, then hurry up and get Klaus. And make him presentable. You need to look like a couple. Either you dress like a junkie too or he walks around like the temporally displaced heir of a billionaire.”

“He is the heir of a billionaire, he just tends to forget that unless he needs money.”

“Raid the old man’s closet, but get going.”“Alright, alright. – But you’re doing the dishes.”

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Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[wonder-teo]

Entry 2

Date: 4/24/2024 Approx. Time Frame: 8:50am-9:40am Days Since First Contact: 8 Locations Visited: 2 - Lemo Valley - Secret Inlet Creatures Sighted: - Finfin - Snuffy - Pogo Squirrel - Heartbird (With pictures!) - Finfin Jr./Finnina/??? (With pictures!)

Notes and sightings under cut. Notes I deemed important are in pink bold italics.

I decided to do an early Teo-watching session today. I so rarely have time in the morning for leisure activities, so I hardly see Finfin and the planet Teo during the morning hours. I was up early today, so I decided to seize the opportunity.

Lemo Valley - I decided to catch up with Finfin in Lemo Valley - Finfin was deep in the valley, harvesting Lemo fruit - Finfin ate a red Lemo fruit in midair. I believe it's a red Lemo every time he eats Lemo here, but I figure I'd specify just in case - Finfin sat on the left branch and sang a quick tune - Finfin flew over the valley in circles like a vulture. The Lemo bushes better watch out - Finfin sat in the valley near a bush and a song began playing, which Finfin soon began singing along to. Sounds a lot like the vocals in Wonder Teo! - Finfin's Happiness went down when I tried to play along to the song with the drum. lol - Finfin back at left branch and wagged his tail at me - Finfin yawned. Not a morning person? Still sleepy? - Finfin went back to the bush and sang Wonder Teo again. Encore performance! - Finfin left, but that's okay. That just means it's jamming time! - At first, 3 plants joined in: Peach Rain Blossom, Pong Plant, and Cup Tree, alongside the regular Taiko - Quickly, the 3 plants grew bored of my lackluster drumming, but as soon as they did, Snuffy joined in! - It was just Taiko and Snuffy both trying to get me on-beat (I assume) and me not quite getting it exactly correct for everything to come alive - Snuffy left, and at that point, I decided to stop wasting Taiko's time - Pogo Squirrel sighting. At least I have one fan of my music

Secret Inlet - I decided to switch over to Secret Inlet to take some pictures - Snapped the whole scene before anyone showed up. Note the Mid-April flora! Seems to be just the Perna Lotus Flower

[The Perna Lotus Flowers are the pink flowers growing alongside the river] - Wait, the Perna Lotus Flowers... disappeared? Did the game decide that it's no longer Mid-April at ~9:29am? This is likely a glitch, but I'm unsure

[As seen above, the Perna Lotus Flowers have disappeared from the scene] - Heartbird sighting + pics! I took several, so I'll just include the two best ones and post the batch separately

[To me, when Heartbirds are flying and viewed from the back, they look like a heart with wings] - A dolphin-bird that isn't Finfin stuck their head out of the water and sighed

[The dolphin-bird can be seen in the water near the bottom of the screen. Has it been confirmed if this is Finnina, Finfin Jr., or someone else?] - I was still curious about the disappearing lotuses, so I left the inlet and returned. Still gone! What??? - I needed to start getting ready for the day, so I concluded my Teo-watching there

[sepdet]

Message I sent via White House contact form (I need to follow it up with a written postcard; handwriting still makes a big difference these days)

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Mr President, I usually contact my representative and senators (Kamala!) but the Palestinians dying under bombs funded by US taxpayer dollars can't wait. PRESS ISRAEL FOR A CEASEFIRE NOW.

I also condemn Sec. Blinken asking the Qatari gov to muzzle Al Jazeera's news coverage from Gaza. I know fanning Arab anger against Israel and the West spurs terrorism, but SO DO THE ATROCITIES ISRAEL IS COMMITTING.

We cannot be a party to Israel's war on the truth, its attempts to cut off all info from within Gaza, its DDOS attacks, its propaganda to justify its savagery against civilians WHO ARE NOT HAMAS.

This is like the UK had responded to IRA bombings by walling off and bombing all Catholic areas of Northern Ireland. It would only have compounded the grievances causing the Troubles.

I don't make that analogy lightly. I might have been an Israeli, my own family members of the IDF or hostages of Hamas, if my Jewish grandfather hadn't married a gentile and stayed in the US. I'm not Jewish by religion, but I identify it as my heritage. Granddad lost cousins in the Holocaust. I have feared and fought the rise of white supremacists and antisemitism in the US since before they found a figurehead in Trump.

But I also learned from Rabbi Lynn Gottlieb in 1990 of the plight of Palestinians under occupation. Many Jews of conscience have reported how Palestinians have been ghetto-ized and abused with many of the same injustices and atrocities historically leveled against Jews. "We have met the enemy, and he is us." — Pogo

I do not condone Hamas' attack any more than you condoned IRA bombings. But I sympathize with the anger that prompted them. No wonder there were Free Palestine murals and flags in Belfast when I visited.

Please, step back from US Middle East strategy and be the statesman who helped broker the Good Friday Accords.

One can condemn Israel's war on Palestinians without being anti-semitic, as one can condemn Hamas' attack without being anti-muslim. Do so.

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[Note:  I am shading this message for President Biden's ears.  I didn't say I have more sympathy for freedom fighters in an occupied territory fighting for their families than I do the state of Israel committing genocide, because I was afraid that would get this message dismissed before it reached Biden's desk. I think my analogy with the IRA will suggest it, due to Biden's Irish Catholic heritage and role as a mediator in that conflict.

I don't know if Biden has continued Obama's practice of reading 2 to 5 interesting, insightful and/or typical messages from constituents, as selected by his staff each day. But if he does, then I'm trying to do what I can to increase the odds my message will be one of those he sees.