Had the opportunity to do this commission for my dear friend @tazzy-zooming !!!! It's her Runner Five, ready to kill zombies and then do some crazy dancing :3c

There's a special thing that happens in ZR when you run 500 miles.

So what if this happened when you ran 1000 miles? XDD

Thanks @runner5ive for making my idea even better <3

I can’t believe there are zoms on this route! What am I paying people for!

I used to love the Pettson och Findus (Pettersson und Findus) books as a kid - and still do - and always wanted to try the style. The wackiness of ZR makes a good fit, I think!

wanted to try drawing in ryoko kui's style :)

Homo homini lupus.

Five: *unlocks Sam’s computer*

Maxine: How did you know his password?

Five: I didn’t. I was just hoping he was so whipped for me that the password would be my name and I was right.

Here’s the gift I made for the zombies, run secret santa!! My giftee doesn’t have tumblr so I waited ‘til everyone else’s is posted before posting this LOL , I wanted to make sure the giftee sees it first

Redraw of that piece where Five thought Sam was dead 😌

The old one has always been one of my faves but there were just so many mistakes in it that I had started cringing every time I looked at it, so I thought it was time for an update.

Old piece under the cut:

Got lazy and put all my unfinished Runner Five Doodles together. This is what I imagine she looks like in-game. (that’s her “Demons & Darkness” costume armor in the bottom right.) Complete with scars from where a botched surgery made her mute!

@runnerfiveready

A very belated Merry Christmas!! Apologies for the lateness of this gift! It was so much fun getting to draw your lovely Five!! I love a good 5am interaction more than anything! I loved your Five so much and their ridiculous with Sam that I couldn't help but write a small blurb about them!! I hope I delivered on the angst and the grief! Once again, Merry Christmas!!

Thanks to @notforconsumption, @runnerzero, and @delucadarling for another amazing year!!

TW// Spoilers for Season 4, Main Character Death, Injury Mention

Currently, Five tossed and turned in their cot, a sweat covered brow furrowed as they dreamt of a blood soaked Sam, wailing about being left for dead before being engulfed in a mass of rotten limbs and teeth, all desperately wishing to consume him. Soon, like all the other recurring nightmares, Five woke with a jolt.

Five sat upright, panting and wild-eyed as their head swiveled around the room. Trying to locate the danger that awoke them. It wasn’t until the dark shapes of the room came back into focus and their mind cleared that Five noticed the knife gripped in their hand. Realizing it was nothing but another nightmare, they relaxed their grip, they took silent note of the blood rushing back to their fingers and palm. Kicking off their blankets, they rested on their back once again, a sour feeling settling in their stomach as they reminded themselves that Sam was gone. Long gone were the days Five could sneak into the radio shack after a particularly horrid nightmare and find Sam greeting them with a soft smile and an extra blanket. Feeling empty and standing on the brink of sleep deprived exhaustion, they forced themselves to relax back into their cot.

It had been three days since Five abandoned was forced to leave Sam in the zombie infested building. They could only listen in horror to his screams as they ran for Abel, baby Sarah crying in their arms and Paula and Maxine waiting desperately for their daughter to be returned to them. Five understood that Sam’s final wish was to get baby Sarah back home - but that fact did little to stop the nightmares that found them in the quiet of night.

Five tried to find reprieve in their memories of Sam, yet it proved to be more harmful than helpful. Thinking of the tender fleeting moments they shared did nothing but bubble up sentiments of unrequited feelings and the fact that Five can never tell Sam what they felt for him. It often made grief hit Five like a dull blade in the chest.

There was a quiet keening sound closeby that broke through Five's train of thought, it sounded similar to a wounded animal crying out in pain. It wasn’t strange or unheard of to hear people crying for loved ones in the privacy of night - hell, it was often encourage at Able. It wasn’t until a tearful sob reverberated in the tiny room that Five realized tearful sounds came from them.

Frustrated, Five wiped angrily at the hot tears wetting their cheeks. Crying wasn’t going to bring Sam back. He’s dead and that’s that. Sam would be ashamed to see them like this. Able’s savior and best runner, reduced to a bluberring mess and scared stiff from the threat of nightmares. No, they refused to shut down and retreat within themselves similar to last time with Moonchild. They had to keep it together, or until they Sam’s body was back in Abel and buried in the ground. Yes, that was doable, they could manage keeping it together until then.

Determined - and physically exhausted - Five slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I think about the "Study in Ichor" AU Sam and Five a lot more than I probably should. I have enough headcanons to write a novel... >.<’‘‘

an evening in the comms shack

This progress has me bawling, I'm so proud of fourteen year old me,,, shoutout to younger me for becoming the runner I am today :,)

In that one S4 Mission

Sam: Why do you have an annoying reporter with you?

Five, with Ian’s rat ass: Maxine and I found him in a dumpster lol.

Ian: *starts to speak*

Sam: Ew put him back.

Sam freezes in his spot when he feels the gentle, cautious hand settle on his chest. Five’s palm is just over his shirt and he could feel the warmth emanating from their hand, a crescendo of his own heart thumping in his ears. The runner looked as if they had a lot in their mind, even glancing up at Sam and giving him a window into the darkest depths of their entire being, silently daring him to keep going on this route just so they could keep him around.

“…Five?” He mutters slowly, his cheeks turning into a shade of red from the sudden contact. It was indirect, sure, but Five never reached out to touch him before. Hell, they haven’t willingly reached out for anybody. He can’t help but feel curious and troubled about the look on their face, about how it seemed as if they badly wanted to speak…

Every beat of the flesh under their palm turns into a pattern of music into Five’s mind. It feels like a song, except it’s the only type that would soothe their nightmares.

One day i’ll finish the drawings for Heartbeat and upload the finished chapters on ao3 but today we get this old drawing I never posted with the accompanying text i made for it (also never posted)

I have been working on this for far too long! So I give up lmao!

Enjoy some post run domestic life. I draw Janine’s farmhouse looking pristine and the rest of Abel looking like the inside of a bin lmao