#five art

[mudboowl]

BODY THE PISTOL, BODY THE PISTOL

BODY THE PISTOL, BODY THE PISTOL

[pavlovianbell]

Spokebu sketch...

[m3ils]

More five bc it’s never enough!

[v1trum]

Eughr. Idk i dont like it 🧍

[clementineofmine]

Well its been a million years since I had something to post BUT THEN....

I got this lovely, lovely soft Five and Elliott art. Thank you SO SO MUCH @theboywantscoffee for commissioning this from the utterly talented @antia-calviz ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I love this so much its giving me all the feels. The last panel? Where Five clutches at the blanket? Its so perfect😭😭😭😭

And...and I wrote a drabble to go with it if y'all want to clicky below -

A slight snore from the alien on his couch grabbed Elliott’s attention. He decided that the prudent course would be to walk on by. After all, the alien - Five, he wanted to be called for some unknown reason - had threatened to melt his brain only hours before. And if there was anything that Elliott knew to be true, it was don’t mess with aliens.  

Then, a small shiver ran through the alien’s form. Elliott startled for a second, but only one. Somewhere deep in his brain, he noted that shivering was a very... human thing to do. Something that any human boy would do. 

Any very cold and exhausted human boy.

A sudden pang of sympathy, followed by a stronger pang of empathy ran through Elliott. 

Five was alone. Elliott certainly knew what that felt like. The day his wife left… he didn’t think he would ever get over the emptiness.  

In a fit of bravado, Elliott put down his coffee and grabbed a blanket off the nearby chair. Gingerly, he draped it over Five’s shoulders. He stepped back quietly and paused, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. 

Grabbing his coffee, Elliott smiled slightly as he tiptoed away.  

He knew his wife would never come back. No, that was a dream long dead. But perhaps, just perhaps, this was a chance for Elliott to help another lonely traveller - the alien, the boy, Five -  to find his family. 

[mudboowl]

X3

[mudboowl]

Ring! Ring! Ring!

[mudboowl]

And I kill, yes, I kill. Let you ride in my pocket to soak up the thrill

While I kill. Yes, I kill. And you're there with me all the while helping me spill all the blood