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submitted by: nigball
The UA you get may be your own!
i think there should be AU’s and then there should be UA’s
because Universe Alterations would be a good name for when your characters are in the exact same universe but you’re altering just a couple of plot points or a few character traits
Happy first day of spring!🌱🌸 З першим днем весни!🌱🌸
Сподіваюсь що прийде весна та все буде добре) Зима у мене була якась депресивна (але це ще з осінні ахах), але я сподіваюсь що все зміниться в хорошу сторону!
My concern with UA
The fact that every student of 1-a don't hide their identitys from the world and UA doesn't reinforce or make a "Make sure you can hide your identity" rule for making hero costumes and names is very alarming.
They can be kidnapped at any time since everybody knows their identitys.
I think that UA students should at least TRY to hide their identitys from the world.
4 Traits
Warnings: graphic gore, bad cuts, violence (?), fighting, the traits listed below, cleaning wounds without proper knowledge, unsafe cleaning, let me know if I missed anything!
Read on Ao3 :D
4 times Monoma showed his traits..
Perfectionism
Honesty
Determination
Pride
Perfectionism
Today was the day of the sports festival, it had to be good, great. This was the day that he could show how great his class was, not just to the A class but to everybody! He woke up with an excitement, going through his day with a smile, he hadn't even seen Class A yet, he had a feeling that his class were spending their time doing something actually important, like decorating.
Currently they were setting the flags to go on the side of the building, the multiple colors going well with the cool gray; he picked them out obviously, and was currently telling Pony where to put them, making sure it was perfect. He stared at it for a few seconds before deciding that it was good, before turning around to look at the other side, where Ibara and Jurota were sitting the other string up.
“Wait” he hums, “a little up on the right side, Ibara.” She moves the string up a bit more with her vines before looking back to the self proclaimed class president, looking for clarification. Momoma then nods, “Yeah, that's fine.” The others walk back from the wall and turn off their quirks, intending to help with something else around, since they have quirks that help wonderfully from nature, or as Ibara puts it. “Thank you.” Monoma adds as he turns to walk away, the two smiling and saying ‘You're welcome’ as he walks away.
He walks to the opening of the building and finds Juzo and Tetsutetsu on ladders putting up the lanterns, that Monoma also picked out of course, and they were on the sides of the opening already having put up the one that goes in the middle. He keeps walking and when he gets out in the walk way before the opening, he turns around and puts his hands to his face, tilting his head and says, “Juzo, more to the left,” then after Juzo moves it, “Okay, more down” then that happens two more times before Netio says its fine.
Juzo gets off the ladder with a ‘Geez’ and Tetsutetsu hears that and says, “You know he doesn't mean anything, He thinks we're great!” with one of his toothy smiles. Yes, the boy knows this, but yes he still thinks he’s a little pushy at things. The metal boy puts his arm around his shoulders, which makes him lean a bit forward, and then directs him to someplace else, leaving the ladders there.
This keeps happening until the whole set-up is done, and yes his class does get a bit annoyed with it, but it's okay since they love him. Does he still stay up later than usual that night from not knowing it's absolutely perfect for the rest of the days? Yes, and he was still thinking about it the whole day, and kinda stressing about it. But, it's okay because he can fix it tomorrow. Or that's what he tries to tell himself.
Honesty
He was with Class-A, which by itself was just annoying. He was constantly telling them that they were wrong or that his class was better, in his opinion that was all true. They were testing out their new costumes together, since the teachers thought it would be easier. Did Momoma agree with them? Eh, kinda, he can wrap his head around it. Still didn't make it better that he had to be with Class-A. He could get over it with insults and manic laughter though, even better if it made the other class more attracted to his presence. He likes attention.
They were doing costume tests by fighting and using their quirks on them, and asking each other whether or not their costumes were fine. It was mostly the more quiet people asking if it looked good on them, Monoma not going to say anything about that, but he will be honest when someone asks. He's not going to lie, they asked, they wanted his opinion. It was his opinion, he knows others don't have to care about his opinion, trust me he knows, so he doesn't have a problem with stating it.
So when he was in a group of people who were trying to test out how their new costumes do against certain quirks, and someone brought Jiro into it, he didn't mind telling them how he thought when she asked. She had asked the group of Class-B students and some Class-A students how they thought her costume looked and everyone mostly responded with positive things, a few with some constructive criticism. He had said, “You look like a ripoff Y2K Roblox character.” with the whole looking the outfit up and down.
Everyone who had heard him turned to look at him, when he looked up from the outfit, mainly from the boots if you had asked, he just saw everyone's faces looking with pure astonishment of what he just said. He stood up straighter and turned a bit, looking at them. He didn’t think he said anything wrong, It's not like what he said mattered. He looks back to Jiro and sees a kind of hurt in his eyes, one that shouldn't be there, and Jiro knows because why should she care? But it still gets to them.
“Monoma?” less of a question, more of a demand of an explanation of why he said that, it came from Setsuna, he looked to face her, un-crossing his arms to extend a hand in the air questionably.
“What?” He really didn't see what he said that made her feel so emotional. “She asked, I told her.” he paused for a second; looking back to Jiro then to Setsuna “I told her my opinion” hes shrugged and then re-crossed his arms and then walked away, feeling the presence that he wasn't wanted there anymore. That's okay, he thought this would be like middle school anyway, maybe it just took longer.
Everyone started comforting Jiro, they weren't crying or anything, but still were telling her that he just had different thoughts. He walked away and went to another building, deciding to sit by himself since he really didn't want to have to confront another person about that. He didn't mean too. He was just telling the truth.
Determination
Okay, this time. He took a spin to kick at the punching bag again, this time almost falling. It seemed like he was getting worse at this. No, he was definitely getting worse. He was alone in the gym, since it was already dinner time and even if the UA gym is still open people like to eat. He did eat about an hour ago, so he could sneak off here to do some training on his kicks. He wasn't good at kicking and he knew that, though he didn't really know how to get better by himself he was going to try.
Okay, he can do it. He touched Tetsutetsu on his side before he put his arms up to block him with his own quirk, he could do this. The other that had naturally had the quirk, kicked at his legs. Momoma fumbled but didn't fall, gaining back what advantage he could when Tetsu pushed him back to try and make him fall. They were doing balance training or something like that, where they could see how long they could hold off while defended against each other. They were split into groups and he got put with Tetsutetsu as a sort of place for Kirishima. Tetsu kicked at his leg again, this time catching the back of his knee and pulling him down.. Next time.
Okay, this is easy. He was jumping around pipes and in between buildings, he knew how to do this. Or he thought he knew how to do this. The pipes were slippy and Monoma was not prepared for that. He kept falling, and falling, and falling. He was going to have so many bruises.. It's alright, he's a hero, heroes don't care about bruises. But it does hurt. He's pretty sure he sprained his ankle.. As he tries to jump another big gap, he feels his ankle crack. He falls forward, heading straight for the ground. As a split second decision he tucks and rolls, he does land more softly than he would if he would've just fell, and he's proud of himself for the quick thinking. It still hurts.
Okay, it's nothing. He’s fighting Pony, and he has to constantly dodge all of her horns, and if you didn’t know, it takes a lot of energy to jump around and dodge while trying to get close. Especially when it's the end of the day and he's tired. He only got a few hours of sleep last night since he was up doing english work, and he's so exhausted. You can only put him through so much before he's done, and even if he thinks he isn't done his body is. As the horns are still coming at him, he feels one slice his leg and when he moves toward the right he feels one go by there too. He is panting, and his vision is getting blurry, he's dizzy and his class can tell. He’s falling, oh he's falling.. He hits the ground falling backwards and a little to the right. He might've hit his head on the ground, all he for sure knows is that his vision is black and that Vlad King is calling the fight.
Pride
He didn't need help. He never needed help. He was a grown person that could help himself. Even if he had no real knowledge on it… He was fixing where he got cut up earlier. It was pretty bad, it was 5 inches long; but it didn't really have any depth to it. It wouldn't be too bad to fix if he had any idea of what he was doing, but no. he doesn't. It was the start of the year and they weren't taught this yet, and he couldn't be bothered looking it up because it hurt and he didn't even know if that stuff would be true or not. He has to settle with what basic knowledge he knows about cleaning, wrapping, and all that stuff with wounds because he's not going to ask for help, because he hates even the idea of that.
In reality, yes he knows he sucks at this, and yes, he knows he should get help, and yes he still won't. He doesn't even know if he could walk right now, since it's his shin that got cut. It burns though, and as soon as he pours the rubbing alcohol on it he grips at the counter in left hand as tight as he possibly could, it does hurt his hand a bit but not more than the alcohol on his cut. He has a rag in his mouth too so he could be quiet, and good thing because he almost screams, it muffles the sound a bit making it a lot less louder than it would've been. He would have woken up someone if it wasn't there.
After the burning calms down, he looks down to see it cleaning the wound, so that's good. Even though there's still blood pouring down his leg; he’s got this. He wont die from something like this. Well, actually you could die from something like this. He's not going to think about that though, because he won’t. He knows what he's doing. Once all the bubbling stopped, he began wiping it with a rag, making sure that most of the blood is off, even though there is still some trailing down his leg, he probably should’ve stopped the bleeding first.. Too late for that.
He grabs the bandages that he has to reach for, making the wound move and causing more pain and more blood. When did stuff like this become so annoying?? He winces as he gets them in his hand and pulls back, he can tell that he's getting fuzzier. That's really not good. Just has to make it until he wraps the bandages around it, that's what he tells himself. He knows it'll be bad if he passes out. He knew that he was already low on energy to deal with this because he got it near the end of training, he hasn't showered or anything obviously, and he really does not want anyone to see him like this.
He manages to wrap them around his leg and closes them off before he can tell his vision is going black, he doesn't try to stand, does not try to yell, does not try to call for help. He lets himself fade off into the black, and yes that was a bad idea. But better than anyone else seeing him like this.
Credits to @/strangergraphics for the dividers
hope it was good :P!
Please
Tell me he’s alive.
Because if not I will be really pissed.
IM NOT A SIMP YOU'RE A SIMP
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)
Bruh what is it with all these dominant, leadership type, controlling Tamaki Amajiki fanfics and headcanons. You guys are delusional. He is the shyest, softest, most anxious, most baby muffin with only rare moments of moral or heroism driven criminal arrests.
I'LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO POLLUTES MY BABY BOY *RABIES NOISES*
I got the chills. This image right here? SO powerful. So so powerful
Bnha Theory:
Ectoplasm and twice are cousins or brother.
Lovely Winter
Five Hargreeves x Reader
WARNINGS: weapons/mentions of guns, missing someone, minor language
A/N: hey! Happy holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this season and all the festivities it has to offer. This fic was really fun to write and I'm really happy with the way it came out! I don't know a whole lot about weaponry so i apologize if i got anything incorrect! hope you enjoy!
P.s. in this story you and five are in your early to mid 20's
Requested by: @021309oz
Prompt:
6. No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry.
10. Please, don't leave me alone.
(Not my gif)
It was another gloomy, winter day at the commission, things were dull as you sat at your desk checking inventory as snow drifted from the sky outside your window. Being weapons corridnator wasn't your favorite thing but it got you through your day and some of the people and jobs they worked were interesting.
Knock, Knock.
You looked up to see the figure leaning against the door frame and couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.
"Hargreeves."
"(L/n)"
You stood from your desk to greet the man. He reached out for a handshake but you wrapped him in a hug instead. He stiffened for a moment but relaxed and wrapped his arms around you too.
"I'm guessing your not just here to visit?" You asked as you pulled away from the embrace. You knew the look on his face all too well, his eyes were dull and his eyebrows furrowed. You're smile drooped as he simply shook his head and sighed.
"No, i was given a job in 1920. Not sure how long I'll be gone." He grumbled. You knew He didn't want to leave, but nobody disobeyed the commission without paying the price. And if there head assassin rebelled? Well, they'd both pay dearly.
"And this close to the holidays..." you mumbled. The two of you had planned to spend the holidays together, even if it still meant working atleast you wouldn't have to worry about him but now those plans were ruined.
"I know, I'm sorry." Five sighed again.
You took a deep breath and wiped a hand over your face, catching a few rebellious tears. Normally you weren't very emotional but your frustrations from the past month of Five working back to back missions had stressed you out like crazy and this was the boiling point.
You knew Five would come back safe every time but you couldn't stand the thoughts and doubts burning in the back of your head. "Shit.." you cursed with a sad excuse for a laugh as you wiped your eyes again. You didn't like that you were getting so emotional over such a small conflict.
"No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry."
Five frowned and moved to wrap you in another embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso and let a few more tears. Fall. A sniffle or two followed the crying. "I-i'm sorry..i just.." you stammered,
"Please, don't leave me alone."
"I won't i promise. I'd never leave you y/n." Five assured as he set his chin on top of your head and hugged you tighter. Silently you wished he'd say something else but you knew he wouldn't. You were friends and that's how things needed to stay.
What you didn't know about was Five's longing deep down to hold you like this and never let go. You were probably the realest person he knew at this time and he was very grateful to have you.
Five sighed after a minute or two and pulled away from the hug, using his thumbs to wipe away anymore tears and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "Be back soon." You said with a small, sad smile. "I'll be back before you know it." He replied with a small smirk.
"Well, i guess i should get out the usual for this one?" You asked him with a small sigh, referring to the sniper rifle he usually used on missions. "You know me so well." Five replied, the smirk on his face getting a little wider. You shook your head and moved behind the counter to grab the weapon before coming back and handing it to him.
"Now get to costuming before Wendy throws a fit." You shooed with a wave of your hand. Five gave a playful scoff before turning to leave. He paused a moment, as if contemplating something before turning around again and walking back towards you.
"Y/n?" He asked.
"Yea-mph!" You were cut off by Five connecting his lips with yours. Your eyes widening as far as they could by the surprise and your body stiffened. It took only miliseconds before you relaxed and melted into the kiss, kissing him back. It was soft and gentle, but only lasted a few moments before he pulled away.
"I love you." He said, scanning your features for any sign of rejection. Of course he found none as a wide smile appeared on your face as you looked back at him.
"I love you too."
--
It's been a few days since Five had confessed his love for you and you the same for him. Of course he had still gone on his mission and you felt lonely without him, even more so now that things were official between the two of you.
The snow had fallen and covered the ground outside and you bundled youself up in your office with a nice sweater to keep you warm along with your usual attire.
Once again as was weekly rutine you checked the inventory of all the weapons. Counting how many were out on rental and which ones were due to return soon. There were a special few kept in their own cabinet that were only used by specific assassins, Five's sniper included.
But now that spot was empty and you couldn't help the small frown that formed as throughts lingered in your head of when he'd come home. Well, as home as the commission was anyway.
You finished checking everything before moving to the return slots in which a few pistols laid in wait to be out back in their place on the racks. Picking them up you turned to your work desk and began disassembling, cleaning, and sanitizing them. One by one each was cleaned and any extra rounds were taken out, cleaned and put back along with new ones to fill any empty bullet slots.
When you finished that and the pistols were put away you returned to your desk and sat down for what felt like the first time all day. Things had been very busy recently as many members of the commission returned from their missions quickly in order to take a break for the holidays.
Five wasn't going to be one of them and you knew that for a fact, he'd stay where he needed as long as he needed in order to get the job done right and as cleanly as possible.
You rubbed your hands down your face as you tried to get the fatigue out of your system in order to continue working. Multiple returns and check outs at once meant long hours and little break time which also meant little sleep and it was starting to take it's toll.
You only meant to close your eyes for a minute or two to give them a break but just like that you were out and your head dropped down to rest ontop of your arms.
Whoops.
--
Although it felt like a few minutes it had actually been a few hours before you were gently nudged awake by someone. Your eyes slowly opened and upon realizing you had fallen asleep you shot upright so fast you didn't realize the close proximity of the person and accidentally bumped heads with them.
You both hissed in momentary pain while grabbing your foreheads. You didn't recognize the person till they spoke,
"Jeez y/n that hurt."
You recognized that voice immediately.
Five.
You couldn't help but gasp as you stood and rounded your desk to envelope the man in a tight hug. "Did you miss me? I wasn't even gone that long." Five chuckled as he returned the hug. "You're not aloud to leave till New Years." You mumbled into his blazer as you took in his scent.
You were happy to have him back safe and sound like always.
"We'll see." Five said, you could almost hear the smirk on his face. Pulling away from his chest you leaned up to give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips.
"I mean it." You huffed after pulling away from him.
"Maybe we'll just have to runaway." Five said with while quirking a brow.
"If it's with you, I'd go anywhere." You replied with a smile.
And the plan was soon set to take the two of you home to Five's world and get out of this life of organized crime.
Then, the two of you could be happy in peace.
some people keep saying that five is such a cold, unfeeling character, and sure he's shown that he can be from time to time, but let's not forget that he also
told luther that he was still a young man and five would hate to see him waste his life
reminded diego in his own way of what he loved best about eudora patch, and that murdering her killers would never be the way she wanted to be honored
told allison that if ever they got out of the apocalypse alive, he would be honored to meet his niece, therefore making her smile
spent 45 years in the future and what's the first thing he does upon returning? compliment klaus' skirt
was the only one to recognize that klaus had time-travelled, continuously asked him for his help all throughout season 1, and even told him about his first love, delores
shouted ben's name worriedly upon seeing the ruins of the academy in the bad future
reminded vanya that "rapists can climb" and that she should lock her windows at all times, and that she was the only one he could trust because he knows she will always listen to him, no matter how much time they've spent apart
outright said that as shitty as their family used to be, he still tried everything just to get back to them
loved delores so much that he carried her around for four decades, and as soon as he got back to 2019, immediately went to her department store display and admitted that he missed her a lot
said "pogo?" in the smallest voice ever and tried to give him a hug, despite making it pretty clear in the past that he doesn't exactly encourage being touched
was the only sibling whose room vanya didn't blow up because he was always nice to her, even though he was extremely powerful and she was, for all they knew, ordinary
always made his siblings feel like he was better than them--and knows it--but was sensitive enough to never make vanya feel like anything less than a wonderful human being
was outright called vanya's "sole confidante" and the only one she would perform her new violin pieces for
never wanted to harm vanya outright, even though he knew that she would always be the reason the apocalypse happens, and insisted that they take her with them so they could finally start treating her right instead
told vanya that her concerns and love for sissy and harlan were valid, and that no one is insignificant
simply shrugged when luther told his adult self in season 2 that vanya was the catalyst for the apocalypse, and said "fair enough" without any resentment whatsoever because he of all people knows how much crap his favorite sister went through when they were younger
pushed luther out of the way of a crumbling ceiling, despite the fact that luther could take it and he was already bone-tired from killing the board and dealing with the after-effects of paradox psychosis
was already dying of multiple gunshot wounds by the end, but one look at his family's cooling bodies gave him enough strength to rewind time so they could have another shot at going back to the present and being an actual family
and in conclusion, is basically a grumpy old man who just has so much love for his family that the idea of getting back to them gave him enough strength to survive not one but two freaking apocalypses, one after the other, and come out more or less victorious by the end
I heard this in Robert Sheehan's real voice
Klaus to Dave in the Vietnamese bar: I’ve noticed that we’ve slowly started to phase the b out of our bromance
Reginald: number seven, you mean to say you watched the entire fight happen and did nothing?
Vanya: *points to her box* well I was sittin' over there on the bench
Diego: on a scale of one to ten how emotionally damaged are you
Klaus: mm probably a Five
Five, sadly looking down:
"I miss it. I miss it a lot."
ok but can we just talk about how deep reggie’s abuse of his children goes? like first, we have ben, who has repeatedly established himself to be the kindest and most understanding among his siblings. despite the fact that klaus has been treating him more of a show pony than a brother for most of season 2, ben still tries to be the angel on his shoulder and offers advice when he can. he even lets it slide when klaus tells their siblings that he didn’t travel back with them, even though it’s so obvious that the remark hurt, because klaus of all people knows just how much ben misses their family, misses being alive.
but the minute klaus insinuates that he sounds just like their father, he finally shows an emotion that is anything but calm, and even goes so far as to attack his brother. this alone should be enough of an indicator as to what kind of man hargreeves was in life.
oh, and should i add that reggie just upped and decided to turn ben’s funeral–a painful occasion on it’s own–into yet another scarring life lesson for the ones he’d left behind? just imagine being shy of seventeen and having at least half the guilt in the universe weighing you down, and ben–who is right there–just wanting to tell all of them that it was “never your fault, diego, please don’t listen to him, we both know you’re better than that,” but of course he can’t, because he’s nothing more than a ghost now, so yes, welcome to powerlessness.
five goes missing and what does he do? nothing. absolutely nothing, aside from having a painting commissioned, but who’s to say it wasn’t a memorial like ben’s statue and more of a warning to the other children instead? something along the lines of look at how this brat disobeyed me; do you want to disappear, too?
there’s luther, who even after everything their father has done to them–to him, most of all–still manages to make up bland, half-baked excuses that he himself is starting to lose faith in, and all that rage and resentment keeps stewing inside him until he reaches his breaking point, rips off his shirt, and yells at his father to look at me! look what you did to me! and it’s even more heartbreaking because reggie does look, he just doesn’t care
let’s move on to allison. it was mentioned at one point that she was something of a daddy’s girl growing up, and even though we aren’t really shown much of their time together, remember when he made her rumor vanya? how she clearly didn’t want to? imagine being so heartless as to instruct a four-year-old child to wipe her sister’s precious memories, all because you were scared of being unable to control her.
and who’s to say there were no repeats after that: of allison turning people’s minds and bodies against them, every single one under her father’s orders as part of her “training”, and when allison fails because her conscience has finally caught up with her, who would stop him from hurting her?
definitely not her siblings or grace, and certainly not pogo.
moving on: oh god, klaus. it’s really not a no-brainer why his son barely has any respect for him, even going so far as to put out his cigarette in his father’s ashes as a final fuck you, because who could respect somebody who forced you to confront your worst fears at thirteen with no safety net whatsoever, even as you screamed yourself hoarse in that damp tomb, with only your nightmares for company
later on, when klaus honest-to-goodness dies and meets him for the first time after so many years, what’s the first thing reggie does? insult him. no “i imagined it’d be a few more years before you joined me here” or “are you okay? why are you even dead, son?”
instead, reggie debunks his accusations as excuses and outright states that he will not accept a single one. instead, he reminds klaus that he is–and always will be–his father’s greatest disappointment, that him never achieving his full potential was klaus’ fault and his alone.
and when klaus chastises him for being so harsh on them and leaving luther on the moon as an easy out for his shortcomings, what’s his greatest takeaway? that he should have burned every single package luther sent back to earth instead of keeping them under the floorboards.
no apologies, no owning up to his mistakes whatsoever.
he just deflects his child’s accusations, and even attempts to gaslight klaus once more into thinking that everything he did was to make them stronger and how dare you disobey me, i made you children what you are today and this is how you repay me? what a bunch of disobedient and ungrateful brats you all are indeed
don’t even get me started on vanya’s treatment at his hands. otherwise we’ll be here forever.
and then, we have diego.
time and time again, diego has proven himself to be tough and capable; whose soft interior is something of a privilege bestowed only to those he truly cares for. and even though he’s come so far in life and helped so many people, the minute reggie takes a shot at him with a few select words?
nope, never mind, he’s eleven-years-old and back at the academy again.
the man sitting in front of him may not be their father just yet but it’s the exact same words he’s heard for most of his life, the exact same weaknesses gleaned from a single glance, and even in an alternate timeline, his father just knows where to strike, every observation landing dead center like diego’s precious knives.
(and judging from his siblings’ reactions, this speech is just a rehash of something they’ve all heard before, but it definitely doesn’t mean that it’s going to hurt their brother any less.
no, it will hurt more because he’d actually thought he was finally untouchable after all these years.)
i mean, just look at him: at the way his shoulders shrink inward subconsciously, the excited light in his eyes fading, his stutter reappearing. and despite the fact that he has spent a decade away from this bitter old man, it only takes a minute for his hard earned self-worth to crumble, and suddenly it’s so clear to us just how deep his self-esteem issues go:
because aware or not, everything diego has done and said so far (“he’s an asshole; i’m amazing”) has simply been his way of coping with the fact that no matter how many acts of heroism he performs as an attempt to live up to the “perfect superhero” mold reggie forced them to fill at such a young age, their father will never view them with anything less than contempt, not even luther who barely had to work for approval and their father’s twisted version of “love” because he used to be his loyal lapdog favorite, and that is the real reason why i’m gonna hate this jackass forever, in this essay i will
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@bluefrosty I love you for making this masterpiece.
Ok this has nothing to do with what I post but BEAR WITH ME
IT MAKES SENSE! XD