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glimmerglue · 2 years

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Mister fivvve

#tua #tua art #five hargreeves #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THESE!!!!#I love the art style so much

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very excited for the makeover montage where they all switch out of their 60s clothes and change their hair, and five finally gets to assert himself as having the worst fashion sense of all

#yesssssss #he has the worst fashion sense out of all of them and I adore it #five hargreeves #tua

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Oh, these are amazing!!!

Thanks for the tag!!!

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The lights are too bright. He shuts his eyes as soon as he opens them, squeezing them tightly as after images dance across his eyelids.

Shuffling passes by him, and he freezes, heart stuttering. His limbs are lethargic, not responding to the steadily rising panic in his chest. He blinks as fast as he can, catching snippets of light, waiting for his eyes to get used to the brightness.

There’s a steady beeping beside him, and he latches onto the noise, trying to get his bearings. His hand twitches.

“Are you…?”

His hand is squeezed, and he jerks, blinking his eyes as he pulls his hand tightly to his chest. Or tries to. His hand barely responds, limply jolting while his breathing quickens.

“Hey, can you…yes, please fetch her. Tell her…”

He blinks harder, vague shapes of darkness becoming visible in the light. His chest is tight, too tight, he needs to—

There is a sharp rhythmic clicking on the floor, growing closer. A large shape hovers over him, as he curls tightly inwards.

“Number Five,” the shape says. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Blinking, the shape becomes clearer, a tall woman leaning over him. He glances around, eyes still bleary, taking in the monitors and stark white environment.

“You took quite the hit.”

“Wh-w-whe—” he croaks, and attempts to clear his throat. “Where—?”

The woman smiles sharply.

“We took you from quite the environment. Traumatic brain injury, hypothermia, starvation… You’re lucky we found you in time. You almost didn’t make it.”

He squints at her, her features blurring together in the light.

The woman shifts, leaning closer to him.

“How are you feeling?”

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This is from my strange fic, one where Five is actually 13. In this specific scene, the unnamed woman doing the talking is the Handler. This is just after Five has lost his memories. Basically, the plot of this fic is that Five is in the apocalypse for a few months before he ends up in a life-threatening situation. The Commission, unwilling to let such potential die out, intervene before he dies. However, he still ends up injured, resulting in amnesia. So now, 13-year-old Five is stuck at the Commission, with no memories, and is being trained as an assassin by the Handler. Basically a ‘what-if Five joined the Commission at the tender age of 13, AND ALSO has no memories’ fic.

I’ve actually posted snips from this fic before (referred to as my ‘mishmash of AUs fic’ in the tags, I think). I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it, or post it, but this fic holds a special place in my heart.

Tagging (only if you want): @agentbluefox @ford-ye-fiji @destinyandcoins @under-the-shady-tree and anyone else who would like to join!!!

Wip Wednesday!

Tagged by: @theanxioushobbit

Thanks for the tag!!

Sorry to add something really sad onto your heartwarming Dave WIP. It’s the only thing I’ve written recently that’s not the main fic I’m currently working on (icttwya).

I’ll explain the context of the scene afterwards

To anyone who likes Klaus I apologise for this lol

TW// Graphic Depictions of Violence, Descriptions of Injury, Head Injury, Blood Mention, Major Character Death (mentioned)

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Diego didn’t think before his hands wrapped around the metal pole discarded on the ground. He leapt to his feet with the speed of a cheetah and lunged forward, weapon raised to swing. Five’s head snapped towards him, fear flickering in his eyes as the metal collided with the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground with a yelp, nose smashing into the concrete with a harsh crack.

“You fucking traitor!” Diego screamed, tossing the pole to the ground and striding forward.

Five’s hands flew to the ground from where they were cradling his head and he scrambled backwards away from him. “Diego—” he groaned, what sounded like desperation soaking his voice. Blue sparked around his wrists but the space around him barely rippled, energy dissipating quickly.

Diego didn’t falter, advancing forward with haste and removing the last knife from his holster, holding it high above his head. He grabbed Five by the collar of his t-shirt and hoisted him up into the air, slamming his back against the wall. Five clawed weakly at his grip, the blood on his hands smearing onto Diego’s. Diego felt sick.

“You— you monster.” he growled. “Why did you do it?”

Five’s shoulders shook, eyes glossy and wet. A humourless laugh tumbled out of his mouth like the blood trickling out of his nose.

“Answer me!” Diego shook him. Five’s head lolled forward like a rag doll, gasping. “Why did you do it?” Diego’s lips trembled, eyes watering. “W-w-why?”

A panicked laugh bubbled out of Five’s throat. “I don’t know.” he whispered, eyes wide and manic, hot tears dripping down his face. Diego’s eyes drifted down to the blood staining his white t-shirt.

Klaus’ blood.

“I don’t know.”

Rage boiled Diego’s blood. “You don’t kn-kn-know?” he panted, anger clouding his mind. “You fucking k-ki—” he choked, a fire building in his chest. He yelled, bringing the knife down fast towards Five’s neck.

Five flinched, eyes widening with fear. “Wait!” he shrieked. “Diego, please!” his hands shot up to protect himself, eyes wide with panic, tears dribbling out the corners. “Don’t!”

Diego hesitated, knife shaking in his hand, mere inches away from Five’s neck.

“It wasn’t me!” he sobbed, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t— I couldn’t—”

“You’re covered in his b-blood you piece of sssshit!” Diego retorted. It was weaker than he would have liked.

Five had killed Klaus.

Diego had watched Five murder Klaus in cold blood.

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Basically the story is that Five gets mind controlled by someone from The Sparrow Academy and they make him brutally murder Klaus in front of Diego. And Diego is understandably very upset about it. It’s quite sad.

Tagging (only if you want to): @jellybeanium124 @conchshell @thehargreevesfam and anyone else who wants too!

Basically if you have a WIP or part of one that you’d like to share then you can!

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The Magazine (aka the scariest dream I ever had).

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Me irl

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Am I wrong though?

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All the many.

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goodsprings

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i felt a need to illustrate it

#atla #atla art #aang #zuko

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that moment you have to talk to your 14 days younger self…How embaressing

#tua #five hargreeves #tua art

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glimmerglue · 2 years

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y’all ever come across a song that gives you so many good brain chemicals that you want to listen to it more somehow. i don’t mean listen to it over and over again, listening to it on repeat is good but it’s not enough. you want to hear the same thing only somehow more, carve it deeper into your brain and surround yourself with it entirely but that’s not a thing that actually exists

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Allison, Vanya, Klaus