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1. When it comes to encountering other incarnations of himself, how Five responds depends entirely on which version he meets.

2. He gets on very well with his first, second, third and thirteenth selves.

3. He somewhat enjoys the company of his seventh, eleventh and twelfth selves.

4. When it comes to his sixth and ninth selves, he does not always see eye to eye with them, but remains amicable enough nonetheless.

5. He doesn’t understand why Nine feels the need to hit his TARDIS with a hammer in order for her to function - even though the vessel gifted it to him for that very purpose - and perhaps never will.

6. Where his tenth self is concerned, Five thinks of him as a hyperactive child in desperate need of reining in, although the pair do have their humourous moments together.

Mistletoe smooch 💋 | @grvntcd from christmas mistletoe !!

RAW BOLDNESS, COMMENDABLE CONFIDENCE, her lips brushed over his.  almost teasingly, as if granting him a taste. the glimmer in her eye, pleased with the results, both taking a subtle gander towards the heavens where the mistletoe hung above.

a tingle of a spark lingered where they connected. an amber gaze roved, fixated on the woman, kissed by the light of the moon. the subtle stench of death, nowhere to be traced; a being of immortality. not only that but a being of the divine, a rarity to come across creatures like her. a stark contrast to him, a demon. two of opposing worlds, yet.. that wasn’t of importance. not at this very moment, at least.

the kiss was taken as a challenge by the great dog demon, not fond of surprises. surprises meant he wasn’t able to be quick on the uptake nor predicting the move. surprises, especially ones where he felt as if he had lost, meant he didn’t make the first move. the element of surprise, ever-so frustrating.

quick on his feet, pressing her between the bark of a tree, asserting dominance like an alpha, sesshoumaru leered down at her in a deadly silence. intimidation, a familiar friend. 

clawed fingers grazed over the pallid skin, raking from her cheek to lingering around her neck. not nearly enough to cut, but firm enough to make it known that he could if he had wanted. his face inches closer, his breath tickling her face with ever the intense, piercing gaze. unflinching, never breaking contact; not even to blink. 

Hisako Hyuuga was at once bewitching, unabashedly outspoken, as deadly a kunoichi as she was a noblewoman, cuttingly intelligent and charismatic, being the shoe-in as the Hyuuga main branch’s heiress over her own brother made her one of the most coveted unwed women without the Land of Fire. Even married with her position as Tajima Uchiha’s wife compromising her position as heiress, she nevertheless was still exorbitantly respected among her kinsmen and this reflected in how she raised her five sons. Though governesses and other servants and tutors of the court acted as mothers in place of her, Hisako was incredibly involved in rearing her eldest in the shinobi arts. As the wife of the clan head put her in a position with a surfeit of leisure time, none of it was wasted. She taught them ninjutsu, the Hyuuga’s Gentle Fist alongside taijutsu, and her own ocular abilities with the Byakugan were said to amount as to why Madara himself is reputed for his fluidity with taijutsu on the battlefield. 

In the search of the esoteric and the unknown, such searches oftentimes led his far from his native Romania in search of gods knew what. Even though, one could say that Istanbul wasn’t truly far from home, even though the word might truly be lost on the likes of him. The shores of the Bosperus lapped with cool azure, reflecting a sky as equally as blue whilst other vessels lazily sculled the shorelines between Europe and Asia. A city straddling two worlds, and people might wonder why he loved it so. But on a backstreet’s corner where one would more easily find freshly brewed coffee than god himself, Vlad submitted himself to some time to relax.

Despite noticing the blatantly fellow immortal within his midst.