#brain went into shutdown mode

[wurmje]

I’m back from the dead with some self indulgent MK art XD

Now I gotta go back to schoolwork T^T

[omophagic-beast]

gripping onto consciousness by my fingernails and toes this fine wednesday afternoon

[shayevansthistle]

No need for thanks, not for doing the right thing. Regardless of your mark, your jobs is your job. You're still an authority figure, and should be respected as such. Oh, duh. Yeah, you're totally right! I'm pretty new here myself- a little over a month in at this point- so sometimes I still ask silly questions in the interest of getting completely acclimated. Mr. Chang definitely is reasonable, and doable. Me? In reference to you, or reference to myself? My apologies, I'm not sure why my brain is fritzing so hard right now.

Hi, Miss Evans. I'm glad to know I've got at least one Dominant student on my side, thank you. Well, we have other submissive teachers and the protocol seems to be to call them Sir or Miss. Personally, I'd prefer Mr Chang. It keeps more official titles for the Dominants, while still respecting my place as a teacher. Can I ask what you'd prefer?

[seungisms]

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), rare sighting of dom!jisung - i don’t personally believe but i’m doing it for the girls

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: every time i try to force my brain to write smth i literally just go into windows.exe shutdown mode so here’s smth short and smutty, hope you guys enjoy!! went a little feral for seungmin + chan and felix are unnecessarily soft in this, i’m sorry they’re my baby girls <3 reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

he’s such a hardworking boy so he can get a little lazy during sex :( but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t give you the best dicking down of your life each and every time he finds the time to play with your pretty pussy! because of this he’s a really big fan of spooning. starts out real soft and innocent, strong arms holding you flush against his chest - the even breaths hitting the back of your neck almost tricking you into thinking he’s already deep asleep before you feel his fingers inch down your tummy, softy nudging past your underwear and dipping into your soaked cunt. makes some type of hushed comment about how wet you already are for him and he’s hardly even touched you. before you know it he’s filling you up with his thick cock, hips jerking against your ass in the most laziest, sloppiest way and grinding real slow in order to drag his dick against the plush walls of your pussy, making sure you feel every curve and vein as he fucks you. gets you off sososo well no matter how tired he is, fingers working at your clit as he brings you further towards orgasm, loving the soft whimpers you let out while letting him use you. will paint your cunt in his warm cum before kissing your neck all lovingly, telling you how good you were for him omg. 

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

so mean with you >:( loves taking you from behind cause its just so easy for him to turn you into the neediest, sluttiest mess beneath him. will keep a strong hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to bury your face into the sheets and absolutely gets off on the sight of your cheeks pressed against the soft pillows - mascara and drool staining them as your hands clawed for some type of, literally any, support while he fucked into your leaking cunt. literally eats up the sight of your back arched so prettily, crying out that you couldn’t take it anymore but he swears the way your hips rutted back to meet the thrusts of his cock begged to differ. as soon as you show signs of of slumping beneath him - whimpering from the ache of his dick stretching out your tiny hole with every thrust of his hips - his hands are circling around your plush thighs, nails breaking the skin and dragging you back up so that your ass was pressed against him once again, making sure you feel just how deep he’s able to fuck into you. also gets a nice look at you spilling onto him at this angle, feeling your pussy close in around him before he’s pulling out and cumming onto your fluttering slit. definitely one of his favourite sights and also probably has a good few photos on his phone of you in this exact position, pussy quivering and brimming with cum 🤒

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

big boy l o v e s when you’re on top!! is able to feel every single little squeeze and flutter of your cunt around him and loves how deep he’s able to fuck up into you from this angle. swears there’s no better sight than when you’re riding him like your own toy, back arched and head thrown back as your eyes roll into the back of your head - busy chasing your orgasm on his throbbing dick and sweat collecting between your perky tits just begging him to lap up your pretty body. also really likes this position cause he’s prone to being a lazy mf and likes to make you work for your orgasm, grinding your hips down desperately onto him as he just sits back and watches with the smuggest grim on his face. very prone to bringing you to the studio just to get caught up with some track he’s producing, intent into not giving into your teasing until he’s down with his work. but before he knows it he has your pretty little skirt bunched up around your waist, some song lying unfinished on his computer and his cock pounding into your tight cunt - the sound of your cries muffled against his flushed skin and silenced by the soundproof walls of his studio. also loves when you take back control every once in awhile and it’s so easy for you to do so when you’re already sitting on top of his cock <333

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

spoiler alert: this guy loves to cum. really basic with sex positions, typically favours cowgirl and missionary but he’s the foreplay king so sixty nine is this mans shit!! having your pussy shoved into his face while getting his dick sucked is a dream to this man, sometimes he has to pull away from lapping up your dripping clit to ground himself and wonder if he died and went to *heaven*. soso needy and will fuck his hips up, forcing you to take his cock further down your throat and absolutely lives for the soft gags you make around him, literally has to stop himself from filling your cheeks with his cum right then and there. such a tease too, will make the most obscene noises while eating you out. groans, grunts and whines against your heat, your wetness and spit covering his chin as he continued to open mouth kiss your pussy, tongue flattening out against your slit and practically devouring you. loves the slight sting of your nails breaking into his thighs as you resisted the urge to rut down against his face, whimpering around him when he spreads you open even further to prod his tongue into you, humming as your taste hits him. will get you off so well before forcing you off his dick, neither of you able to last long after he finally sinks into your abused heat.

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

he just thinks you’re so pretty and you rile him up so much without even doing anything and he’s soso needy that he won’t even be able to make it your bedroom before he’s already inside you. loves all sorts of positions. will have no problem fucking you against the wall, on the kitchen counter or on the floor of the hallway where literally anyone can stumble upon you two - as long as your pussy is eating up his throbbing cock then he’s not picky. his personal favourite is bending you over the dining table, too eager to finally feel your heat wrapped snuggly around him to even think about stripping you - simply pushing your underwear to the side and fucking into your dripping cunt with so much force you could practically feel the wooden legs of the table creak beneath your weight. loves overstimulating you, filling you up to the point that you simply can’t take it anymore but that doesn’t stop his teasing fingers from finding their way to your slit - rubbing your sensitive nub while continuing to stretch you out around him. turns him on so much when he catches sight of the slight nail marks you drag down the table and will literally throw you the nastiest grin the next morning when you’re sitting down to breakfast with the rest of the boys, the faded cum stains marking the woods reminding you how well he’s able to get you off, leaving you satisfied and aching each and every time.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

such a soft boy :(( missionary holds a special place in his heart. just loves the intimacy of it all, getting to see your pretty face all up close and personal as he slowly sinks into your tight hole, the slight glassiness of your eyes and the cute flush that takes over your skin is his favourite look on you. his lips will never leave you istg, kisses you so breathlessly and practically dripping with love, making sure you feel every once of his love for you in that one kiss before making his way down your neck, soft lips trailing over your shoulders before burying his nose in your hair - fingers finding your own in an embrace as he rocks into you, slowly grinding his hips against your own to ensure you feel the curve of his cock against your spongey walls. keeps his chest pressed tightly against your own, groaning into your warm skin as you clench lazily around him, hushed praises falling from his plump lips as he edges you to orgasm. likes to cum on your thighs and will be so caring afterwards, making sure you’re comfortable and well looked after once he’s finished cleaning you up. lets you snuggle up against him for the rest of the night, aftercare king fr

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

this man is obsessed with making a mess out of you, constantly tells you that you ‘look the prettiest’ when begging for his cock 🤒 any position that allows him to turn you into a cute little sobbing slut is an automatic fav. his personal favourite though is forcing you to keep your legs pressed up against your chest, making you hold onto your ankles so that your cunt was spread open on full display for him, warm and wet and practically begging for him to slip his cock inside. just loves how deep and easy he’s able to press into you - eating up the small twitches and stutters in your face as he slowly fucks into you. also will have you rest your legs on his shoulders, leaving small kisses against your ankles now and again while rutting his hips deeper into you, the contrast of the loving press of his lips to the hot curve of his dick almost kissing against your womb making you sob out against him, hands clawing at the sheets for some sense of support while your pussy ate him up - losing count of how many times that night you’ve already coated his cock in your wetness and he’s intent on you doing it once more. sometimes when he’s being especially mean with you he’ll drag you by the small of your waist towards him, stilling deep inside of you despite your desperate whines for some sort of friction. makes you get yourself off on his dick and absolutely lives for the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. loves that he’s dick trained you so well that no many how many times he brings you to orgasm you’re always ready for another, hips chasing his own and pussy fluttering at the thought of being filled once more.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

as long as he gets his dick wet he doesn’t care 😭 however he always tends to revert back to reverse cowgirl, the sight of your ass grinding down against his cock always almost causes him to paint it in his cum right then and there. will thread his fingers through your hair before yanking your head back and pressing hot kisses against the warm skin of your neck, dick rocking into your quivering cunt with a pace you could hardly keep up with - the sting of your small hole being stretched out around his thick cock making you cry out, hand reaching back to clutch the back of his head, keeping his face buried in your neck as you continued to bounce on top of him. knows he’s about to send you over the edge when you suddenly slump forward and grip his thighs with a bruising force, giving him a nice view of your ass rutting down. his touch will never leave your body, feeling up your tits, ass, waist, literally anything he can gets his hands on. mutters the most filthiest shit in your ear as you choke on your moans - causing him to hold your hips down and keep you seated on his length, cumming deep inside your cunt. so content after and always tells you how much of a good job you did for him 🥴👍

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[itsohh]

Despite Part 2

A/N: Female reader, posted on mobile so rip formatting.

Summary: Trust is a two way bond. It only makes sense that after you look after him he looks after you.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2218

AO3 Part 1 Part 3

A light touch shook you awake and your eyes crept open. It took you a few moments to realise who had woken you. “Not very professional to be sleeping at your desk, Doctor.” Your head rose from your arms and you turned to look at your Captain. Your brow cocked and his words slowly sunk it. The gears moved in your brain and you figured out he was teasing you. Wesker of all people…

“Well, it's not very professional to show up at your employee's house uninvited.”

“Redfield insisted.”

“I didn't realise you took orders from Chris now.”

“You were unresponsive while on call, it was a wellness check.” Those sunglasses bore into you and you rolled your eyes to the side. There was a small side smile on your face, the motion hadn’t been a disrespectful one but rather a playful one. 

“Alright. Sir.”

“Are you planning on sleeping here all night?” He asked. 

“No, I was just resting my eyes. What time is it?” You looked towards the computer that was in screensaver mode and moved the mouse. It woke and you saw that it was only an hour til midnight. You cursed under your breath, so much for just resting your eyes. “I'm surprised you're still here.”

“I had work to do.”

“Everyone's doing their reports tomorrow.”

“I had other work as well as the reports. I don't have the luxury of pushing it off until tomorrow as I won't be in.”

Your brows shot up. “Oh? Busy?”

“Sunday is my day off.”

“You have days off?” 

The question had him let out a laugh and your breath hitched at the sound. It was an unheard-of sound, a low chuckle that had blood rush to your face and heat it up. “Of course. Did you assume I worked every day?”

“Well, you’re the Captain. So yeah.”

“Overworking can lead to mistakes. I do not make mistakes. I thought you of all people would under this, Doctor.”

“Who keeps this place from falling apart without you?” 

“Marini can manage for one day of the week.” 

Your mind went to the Bravo team’s Captain. Despite him working in the same department, you often forget the man was a police Captain. Wesker was the one with the ‘fancy’ office, he was the one to usually call the shots and he was the one you looked to for direction when needed. Not Marini, but then again, you didn't interact with the man very much. 

“Have you finished your work?” Wesker asked and you glanced back at the computer. 

“Yeah, I just need to turn it off.” You moved the mouse to it shutdown. 

“Good, we can leave then.”

You froze for a moment before you glanced over your shoulder and looked at him. “We?” You asked. 

“Unless you have other plans I presume I was to give you a ride home.”

“Oh, Captain, you don't have to do that.”

“You rode with us to the station, your bike is at home. It's far too late for a taxi or the bus and you live on the other side of town. You're my employee, it's my job to take care of you.”

His words had you stunned momentarily. Even though he said the facts in such an obvious manner you couldn't help the way that they made you feel warm inside. It was nice knowing he was looking out for you. 

“I guess you're right. You really thought this through, thanks.”

“If this is your standard of thinking things through then I suggest against spending so much time with Redfield. The bar is too low.” He took a step back from your desk and gave you enough room to get out of the chair. 

You let out a snort and put on your jacket. Your vest and medical kit had long since been retired to their homes elsewhere in the building. “Did Chris tell you where I lived?” You asked as the pair of you walked together. 

“No, it's in your file.”

“You looked up my address in my file?”

“I memorise everyone's files. They aren't long.”

Your mind went back to when you were in his office with Chris and how he almost immediately knew whose number Chris had paged. “Wow, you have a great memory.”

“The small things make all the difference between life and death.”

The statement had you sombre up slightly and you looked towards the ground. You knew that painfully well. Recognising and remembering even the smallest of symptoms could mean the entire world of difference when it came to what treatment a person received. 

“Hey, Captain?” 

“Yes?” 

“Why did you take this job?”

At your question, he briefly glanced at you. “Why do you ask?”

“No offence but I would expect you to be something… more?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. “You believe this work is beneath me?”

“I mean uh-” You stumbled for a moment to recover yourself. “You're a smart man Wesker. Really smart. Hell, you're more precise and perfect than a machine. I mean I get paid my value but this work is hard sometimes. Long hours, the shittiest cases and a world of accountability and pressure. Someone with your skills could easily find employment somewhere easier with better pay.”

Wesker continued to stare at you. It was as if he was trying to figure out if your words were genuine or if you were just sucking up to him. You knew better than to try and correct yourself more, the last thing you wanted to do was overthink the situation and say something you would regret. Every second was agonizingly slow and eventually, he cocked his head slightly to the side, his deduction complete enough to answer. 

“You’re right. I could. And I probably will eventually but for now it's the exact fulfilment I need.”

The answer had you slowly nod and he returned his own question. “Why do you ask? Are you thinking about leaving?”

“No, just interested in what motivates my Captain.”

Despite the fact he stood still you could have sworn the lights got a little darker around him as he continued to look at you. “And why is that?”

“Finding out someone's core values is integral to any relationship. For example, Jill respects determination. If she's had anything near to close to what I experienced being a woman in this day and age I can safely bet she's been given a lot of hurdles in life and most likely given where she is today, overcome them.”

“You think a lot about this.” 

“Understanding my team helps me bond with them and bonding creates trust. In the field, I need my team to completely trust me without a doubt so I can do what I need to do without hesitation.” You explained. 

“I see. You analyse people. Why not analyse myself to find out the answers to your questions?”

“I have. I'm not sure if you have noticed but you're rather a closed-off person. Not only with your private life, which I respect, but also for who you are. Sometimes the best approach to a matter is the more straightforward one. If you answer me, I receive an answer, if you don't…”

“You continue to watch me?” His voice sounded almost amused. “Wait for any slip-up?”

“No. I'd respect you on the matter and let things go.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I'm a reasonable woman Captain, I’m not stubborn when I don't need to be. I can respect a boundary.” You smiled at the man and for a second you could have sworn his lips curled ever so slightly. 

Wesker turned and started to walk again and you followed his pace. “What motivates me is humanity.” He spoke a few moments later as the pair of you left the building. The nightsky shone above the pair of you, illuminated by the giant moon above. 

“Humanity?” 

“I wish to see humanity evolve. We have a lot of potential as a species and I would see that potential fulfilled.”

The wording of his statement was a little strange to you and your pressed your lips together while you tried to figure out his exact meaning. 

“Is that why studied biotechnology. It's in your file.” 

“You looked up my qualifications in my file?” He asked, his words parroting your own. 

“I may not memorize everything in people's medical files but I do and try to memorize the important things. Yours is rather interesting.”

“How so Doctor?”

“No allergies, no disabilities, no long term injuries. Nothing. No offense but your kind of a freak of nature especially how quickly you heal.” 

Wesker let out a loud chuckle and the pair of you reached his BMW. “Freak of nature?” 

“In a good way, I promise.” His lips curled upwards at your reassurance but you only got to bask in it for a moment as he unlocked the car with the turn of his key. You pulled open the front passenger car door and stepped into the car. “Spacious.” You praised the car and looked around it. It was immaculate. Clean and neat just like everything else about Wesker. 

You did your belt up and heard the click of Wesker do the same before he turned the key in the ignition. The car immediately hummed to life without hesitation and the lights soon flicked on. 

Your eyes couldn't help but focus on the way that his hands handled the steering wheel. The veins on them were rather predominant and you pressed your lips together. They would be so easy to take blood from. You shouldn't have been surprised at the size of them, he was a big man, yet you were slightly. Never had you really focused on them before. 

“More questions Doctor?” He asked without turning to face you, his gaze still on the road as he pulled out from the car park. No doubt he could feel your heavy gaze. 

“Not at the moment. I do appreciate you not making a fuss about…” You swallowed and looked away from the man. “What I do in my spare time.”

“What or who you spend time with is non of my concern so long as it doesn't affect your performance at work. From the way you worked today I can confidently assess that it doesn't.” Wesker paused for a few seconds. “Should we allocate two more seats for the Christmas party?” 

At his question you choked and your head snapped towards the man. His lips were curled in the corners and he glanced towards you. Tease. 

“No, no, gods no. It's not like that. We aren't in a relationship or anything. Casual thing. I didn't know we were going to have an office Christmas party. Didn't think you would be for them.”

“I'm not.” He sighed. “But Redfield and Frost have been adamant that it's necessary.” 

A groan escaped your lips which made him chuckle. 

“My thoughts exactly.” 

“It's not compulsory is it?” You asked. 

“It will be held during work hours. Any proper work will take priority.”

“Never thought I'd say this but please assign me to any emergency that pops up.”

“Not a fan?”

“I don't drink in my spare time, let alone with co-workers. They didn't mention anything about a secret Santa did they?”

“They did and have been persistent about the matter. I have been against the matter.”

“Captain please be the biggest killjoy you can possibly be.”

He let out a loud laugh, one that had all words die on your tongue. It had that warmth return to you but instead of flooding your face it grew in your chest and you practically basked in it. 

“You don't like exchanging gifts?”

“Our team is very good at what we do, we work together well as a team and I respect everyone. Doesn't mean I want to extend that relationship to anything more. For most of the people at our work I would very much enjoy keeping the relationship the way it is.”

“Most?” He caught your wording. 

“Despite my efforts Chris has managed to wormed his way into my personal life and sometimes I don't dislike it. Other than that? I think you're the exception I admit. You're an interesting man.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

The car pulled up outside your apartment complex and you were a little surprised. The streets had been empty but you didn't notice how quickly the pair of you had arrived. Did Wesker speed? You couldn't feel the speed very much in the car, the ride had been soft and comfortable the entire time. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your door?”

“There's no need, I've taken up enough of your time.” You opened the car door and got out. The sound of Wesker's window opened. When you got around to his side of the car and on the footpath on the other side of the road you turned to face the man. The road wasn't very wide, it was more of a thin driveway than a proper road. 

“Thanks again for the ride.”

“No need. Our conversation has been enlightening. I'd enjoy furthering it sometime even with a different subject.”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Oh and Wesker?”

“Yes?”

“Enjoy your day off.”

[mcschnuggles]

Hello again !!

I think I mentioned this in my last ask, and I meant to send this sooner but got anxious haha

I like the idea of Steven, who struggles letting people know that he’s little (and combined with that good old autism), goes through shutdowns that he tries to hide from the Elite Four + Wallace (and/or Cynthia because big sis Cynthy went in my head oops).

Basically that “wow today’s been a whole lot of everything, and I’m three seconds away from hiding in a closet and bursting out crying. I’m gonna shove all of that down into my chest until something or myself explodes.” And then he explodes and everything hurts and his brain is scattered and all he can do is cry. The Four find him eventually, and look after him in their own ways, doing their best to calm him down.

TLDR little man who struggles with letting people in is thrust into a situation where he lets people in and it turns out okay!

Hi sorry about the late response!! I was really going thru it yesterday and didn't have the energy to answer asks. I hope it didn't make you more anxious because I love this idea so much!!

Steven absolutely reads to me like a guy who bottles things up until he's at his breaking point, I agree 100%. Facing challengers nonstop would take its toll, especially on days where he's already not feeling the best. It's hard to anticipate what kind of team his opponents would challenge him with and that uncertainty can really mess with him

Drake has grandpa energy, the kind of guy who just lets you quietly sit in his lap and sleep. Sidney and Phoebe are the more playful of the bunch and they have to be reined in quite a bit when Steven's feeling overwhelmed. Glacia is the best at making him feel calm, after Wallace of course, but there are times where Wallace can't be there, especially not right away. She'll put on some old records and they can sit quietly together and listen. It really gives Steven a fondness for older music!

They all wanna take care of him soooo bad but he never lets them until he's in crisis mode. Even then, sometimes he just wants to hide until it all blows over instead because he feels like that's what he HAS to do. I feel like Wallace would have to cajole him so hard into having just a casual tiny day with the E4, and that it would take a while for him to get comfortable enough to really play. Give Phoebe and Sidney their times to shine :>

[gatefleet]

Safe With Me

Scorpion: Walter O'Brien, Paige Dineen, Tobias Curtis

WordCount: 1,179

T(W): Hospital, Kidnapping, Temporary Blindness, Blind Panic.

Request: Yes, “Hey! Could u do a Walter o brien x fem reader, where the reader is kidnapped and the kidnapper keeps sending them her videos and these videos cause walter's EQ to show like he's panicked or even crying and when the team finally find her Walter hugs her tight and tends to her injury this causes toby to tease him and paige becomes jealous.

I totally understand if u don't want to do it.

Thank you” - @quackthesuck

A/N: I'm so sorry I've taken so long with this request, I've had a hectic time at work. I hope this is what you were looking for.

You awoke and could not see; your vision was in darkness, and this caused more panic and fear in you than the vague voices in the background which were drowned out by your panic. Your panic only increased when you became aware that your hands and arms were restrained. Realised you were rocking back and forth on some something solid which moved with you. You tried to speak or scream and realised that you had something made of fabric in your mouth. Your panic grew and you began hyperventilating.

Watching on the live stream Team Scorpion stood frozen. Gabe went to make a call, Paige looked like she was about to cry, Sly already had tears streaming down his face, Toby had begun to babble to himself about ransom demands and motives, Happy look pissed, and Walter hit shutdown mode. Paige was quickest to recover after Gabe and tried help prevent the team from spiralling too deeply, Gabe quickly behind her focussing on Happy and Walter.

Once Happy gained a little more composure she immediately went to work on a potential deterrent for the next person who dared hurt the team and thinking of a way to try and track your location from the equipment the abductors carelessly left in the frame. Walter was still in full shutdown mode. The first few videos they had sent you had appeared to be unaware of what was happening, perhaps unconscious, it wasn’t affecting him as much, but watching you panic, writhe in fear and hearing those muffled screams… that was what broke him. That was what overloaded his EQ, his primal brain and made him shutdown.

Gabe had begun physically shaking Walter in the way someone would a person who had passed out. That was when his brain kicked in again. He went straight to his computer to download the video file, to try and begin pulling it apart in some software he had to find any clue or hint as to your location. It took Sly a minute or two to catch up and attempt the same thing from a different angle on his own computer. Walter had begun to snap at anyone who seemed to be falling behind in their natural duties. Began to look harassed and was poorly hiding his panic.

Toby then began to write up a psych profile on the abductors in the hopes it would help with narrowing down locations or motives. Happy began to work on something to help track you using whatever information the rest of the team could extrapolate.

You heard the bangs first. The loud, deep voices shouting something. The people in the room shouting among each other, panic beginning to rise among the group. Heard the door open and close quickly, the quickly pacing footsteps of those that remained to guard you. It took what felt like ages before they got antsy and left the room. You heard other noises you couldn’t quite identify and then you felt yourself being lifted. You began to panic again and must have passed out, when you awakened you were relieved that you did in fact have your sight back and had not gone blind. Then you panicked as you realised you were in hospital. Nurses came to check on you due to your increasing heart rate. They gave you medication to try and relax you. Then you were being interrogated by several people in suits. You quickly had your adrenaline wear off and became numb and begun reacting on impulse.

The team were watching another livestream, you were calmer this time, but still panicked in the video. Gabe was on a call and told them team “any minute now”. Within seconds the team heard the military extraction in the background of the stream and the immediate aftermath, including the military personnel picking you up and heard Toby’s analysis that you had passed out as a normal bodily function to the fear and panic of not understanding what was going on. The team had to wait a while before they could get to see you, the alphabet agencies each wanted to speak with you in turn and then you were on strict no visitor policies in between to get some form of rest. They sat in the waiting room for hours. Walter getting more annoyed at the time going past without seeing you. Toby watched the interactions of the group to let Paige and Gabe know when something was going to erupt, just to keep himself occupied, any time a doctor walked past he would try to find out anything he could from them. Toby noticed Paige’s demeanour change more and more the longer Walter paced, the longer he rubbed his face in his hands, the more annoyed look would come over Paige’s face, which would flicker to hurt and back to annoyed. Walter’s eyes darting towards the doors, his catching himself pacing up to the doors and fighting the urge to burst through them to see you, to see with his own eyes that you were physically alright.

The second Walter was given a hint of a green light to finally be able to see you he burst through the hospital searching for your room, the rest of the team trailing behind him. When he finally found your room, he stopped dead when he saw you standing next to your bed having a test done on your balance and reactions, you hadn’t realised he was there yet, staring silently, taking in the sight of you. You had sat back on the bed by the time the rest of the team caught up with him and Gabe’s subtle push to get Walter firmly into the room instead of hovering on the outside. The others watched from the door as Walter awkwardly moved into the room, how he awkwardly made you aware of his presence, coughing lightly. You turned quickly and the smile you gave Walter. It made his heart falter, his breath catch in his chest. He hadn’t realised he had opened his arms to cradle you tightly until your body practically collided with his. Toby began to make fun of “Mr. 197 IQ” but quickly stopped once he was elbowed in the ribs to ‘read the room’. What he didn’t miss was the very teary look in Paige’s eyes and the distinct quickness of her suddenly being distracted by something at the other end of the hall. All you could hear over the tears and both you and Walter’s rapid heartbeats was him faintly whispering into your hair, “it’s fine, you’re back and you’re safe with me.”

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@lastwandastan (won't allow tag) , @lollipopsandlandmines

[purplebass]

My exam went well. It went more than well. I scored 90/100 which means I should be able to move onto the next part of the selection (this we'll know after they publish the ranking of all participants). The "practical" part is the hardest because it will consist of a simulation of a lesson about a given topic from my competition class/specialization (aka English lang/lit/culture) plus an oral examination about the things that were in the written exam.

I still can't believe this and it's hard for me to really believe that I made it, because I'm so used to never making it that when I make it, I feel like there was a mistake. I still feel a little shutdown emotionally and I still haven't processed this properly (as if my brain is still in stress/anxiety mode idk)

Anyway, I'll leave you with some photographs of Mt. Vesuvius I took while I was in the ratty train to go to this school where I took the exam and the color of Lila's coat for the amigurumi because today I finally bought the yarn 🧶

Dark enough?

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Raikou Rescue

Pokemon AU: Legendary

Words:

Characters: Hatake Kakashi

His lungs screamed in agony.

Every breath he took burned down his throat.

All he wanted to do was stop beside the nearest tree and vomit, but he refused to give up. The goal was to reach Goldenrod City before Gai and no amount of pain would stop him from achieving it. 

“Jol!” jumping over a fallen tree, he grunted when he landed, the last bit of wind left in his lungs being shoved out and leaving him gasping for breath. “Joleon!” His partner Pokemon came up to his side and nudged her head against his arm, her eyes full of concern as she watched him. 

“I’m fine,” he gasped, falling into a coughing fit as soon as the words had left his mouth. Every breath he sucked in felt like a ball of fire traveling down his throat, burning the already tender skin. 

He wanted to say more, but it was impossible. Every time he tried to speak he fell into another fit of coughs, and even when he wasn’t coughing he was struggling just to get some much-needed air into his lungs.

“Kakashi!” Gai’s voice called out from a distance. “Kakashi, where are you!?”

He’d fallen so far behind that Gai had lost sight of him. 

Winning was no longer a possibility, and with that knowledge, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on slowing his breathing. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried it just continued to burn. 

‘Is this because of the lake?’ he thought to himself. ‘Try and do a good deed and your reward is getting sick.’

He wanted to be angry. To kick the ground and scream about how unfair it was. All he’d done was save a phony from drowning in the river they were walking beside yesterday. Doing something good should have been punished with such sickness that he felt like his entire respiratory system had been lit on fire. 

“Jolteon!” Cracking an eye open, he glanced down at his Jolteon. At first, he’d thought she was still trying to call out to him, but now that he could see her it was clear that was not the case. Instead of standing at his side staring up at him, she was in front of him with her attention focused on the area in front of them.

She was calling out to Gai, trying to lead him back to Kakashi. 

“Hey,” he croaked, his fingers reaching out toward Jolteon. He wanted to thank her for her work and to assure her that he would be fine. That he just needed a second to catch his breath and then they’d be off again, running through the trees toward their next gym challenge.

He didn’t get the chance, though. 

Before the words could form in his mind, his brain went into full mental shutdown mode. The world around him went black, his eyes slid closed, and his knees gave out. In just a second he went from fighting for a breath to crashing toward the ground. 

Thankfully, the landing was a lot softer than he expected.

Rather than colliding with rock-hard ground, he felt himself falling into what he could only describe as a furry pillow. Just before he completely checked out of consciousness he heard Jolteon crying out, but this time it didn’t sound like a cry of worry.

If he had to guess, it was a cry of thanks.

A comforting sound to hear as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Opening his eyes was the biggest mistake Kakashi had ever made in his life.

It was worse than the time he’d taken a wild squirtles headbutt straight to the chest to protect his rockruff or the time he’d gotten between a Root operative’s fist and Gai’s face. The paint he’d felt those times had been significant, but the headache that erupted in his skull when the light first shone on his eyes was excruciating. 

“Here,” Suddenly the light disappeared, and a cool, damp cloth was draped over his eyes. “Better?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his throat dryer than dessert sand. 

“Good,” in the next second a glass was pressed against his lips, and without a second's hesitation he began to drink. The cool liquid stung when it first touched his painfully dry throat, but after a few small sips the moisture began to feel refreshing and sips turned to large gulps as he tried to get in as much water as he could. “Do you remember what happened?”

Taking one last, large gulp, he sighed as the glass was retracted. Now that he didn’t feel like he’d swallowed a handful of sand, he found it a bit easier to think. The memories came to him slowly at first, but then Jolteon’s voice called out from beside him and unlocked his last few moments like a key twisting open the lock on a door.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered. “Gai and I were racing to Goldenrod City and,” suddenly the distinct lack of Gai’s cheerful voice echoing in the room became very obvious. “Gai,” a sense of panic began to wrap itself around his heart. “Where is Gai?”

“Calm down,” the voice instructed in a soothing tone. “It’s the middle of the night. Your friend is sleeping in the chair next to your bed.”

He wanted to lift the cloth off of his face and check, to make sure that he wasn’t being lied to, but the thought of exposing his eyes to that blinding light again made his head ache in protest. 

“Now, continue.”

“Well,” thinking back to his last moments of consciousness, he sighed. “Jolteon was calling to Gai. I think he was running back to me, but everything went black all of a sudden and I fell.”

A sigh was the response he received, leaving him wondering if he’d failed to include something important in his explanation. “That does match up with what your friend said,” the other person muttered. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

“That I passed out?”

“No, that part makes sense,” they assured him. “You had a pretty bad fever when you got here and you’ve been coughing up a lung in your sleep.”

Coughing. That was hard to believe as he hadn’t felt the urge to cough at all since he’d woken up, but he wasn’t going to be the person who argued with someone who’d been taking care of him the entire time he was unconscious.

They were the ones who’d have to deal with his apparent coughing fits, not him. 

“What’s confusing is why Raikou chose to bring you here.”

“Raikou?”

His question was greeted with what sounded like a rather annoyed huff. “Your friend had the same response. Do you two really not know about Raikou?”

“Is it a Pokemon?” he asked, determined to understand why the other person was so offended by his confusion. 

“Not just any Pokemon,” they insisted. “Raikou is a legendary. One of the three legendary beasts.”

Even with the additional information, there was no information Kakashi could pull up from his memory banks to fill in the gap. He and Gai had been in Johto for just over a month and in that short amount of time they had heard nothing about the ‘three legendary beasts’.

“You’re not from here, are you?” 

“No,” he confirmed. “We’re from Kanto.”

“That makes more sense,” a hand touched Kakashi’s forehead without warning, and he immediately pulled back. “Calm down. I’m just trying to check your temperature.” the hand touched his forehead again, but this time he held still. It wasn’t comfortable having someone he didn’t know touching him, but so far they’d done nothing but help him so causing a scene seemed rather rude. There was also the fact that causing a scene would likely wake Gai up, and Kakashi was certain he needed the sleep.

“So…” his thoughts swirled around the things his companion had just said, refusing to focus on anything else no matter how much he tried to forget about it. “Raikou, was it? Does it not make a habit of saving people in trouble?”

“Not at all,” they snorted. “Raikou, as well as the other two legendary beasts Suicune and Entei, prefer to keep to themselves. Even just to see them is considered lucky around her, so to be rescued by one of them is, well, Raikou must have seen something in you that it liked.”

Something in him that it liked.

There wasn’t a lot Kakashi could think of that any human or Pokemon would like about him, but Legendary Pokemon were often strange when it came to humans. He’d never expected Zapdos, one of the legendary birds of Kanto, to swoop in and battle with him when he’d had all of his Pokemon stolen from the Pokecentre, but it had happened.

Legendary Pokemon seemed to like him for some strange reason. 

“What kind of Pokemon is it?” he asked, cringing when the cloth was lifted off of his eyes and the light shone down on him once again. The headache came raging back with a vengeance, but it was only a few short seconds before a new cloth replaced the old one. 

“An electric type,” the answer came as he placed a hand over the cloth and pressed down. The cool water did nothing to ease the pounding headache, but it did feel nice against his burning skin. “Which, judging by the little one by your side-”

“Jol!” If he could see, Kakashi was certain that he’d be witnessing his Jolteon standing with her fur sticking out in all directions. It was the stance she always took when someone dared to insult her with cutsie words. 

“Sorry, sorry,” they chuckled. “What I was saying was just that Raikou might have seen the electric Pokemon at your side and decided to help for that reason.”

“Because I have an electric Pokemon?” he frowned. It seemed reasonable but made no sense. Very few Pokemon, in his experience, judged a trainer based on which Pokemon they had at their side. If they had an opportunity to chat with the trainers Pokemon, maybe, but that wasn’t the case with Raikou.

From what he recalled, Raikou had simply swooped in as he passed out and caught him before he fell face-first into the dirt.

“That or it took one look at you and decided it liked you,” his companion snorted. “Which, let’s face it, sounds ridiculous.”

It did. Kakashi would be lying if he said it wasn’t one of the most ridiculous things he’d ever heard. Most Pokemon were weary around humans, but Legendary Pokemon were even more so. As the other person had stated, seeing a Legendary was considered good luck. They rarely allowed themselves to be viewed by humans, and if they did it was for short bursts of time.

Never long enough to carry a person from one location to another. 

“An electric legendary,” he whispered, starting to wonder if it was just that electric and dog Pokemon instinctively trusted him. Most Pokemon seemed to like him, but no matter where he went it seemed like electric and dog Pokemon flocked to him.

Even the legendaries.

“Its fur was soft,” he whispered, recalling the gentle feeling of Raikou’s fur tickling his skin. “Like a pillow. It must take really good care of itself.”

“Of course it does,” the comment was answered with an annoyed grunt. “Raikou is a dog Pokemon. Dogs take great care of themselves.”

Kakashi sat up in bed when he heard that. “A dog?”

“Yes, a dog,” his companion huffed. “What about it?”

“Raikou is a dog?” he asked again, excitement quickly turning to adrenaline as the cloth fell off of his face and landed with a wet plop on his legs. “An electric dog?”

“Yes?”

The headache was still there, but Kakashi couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. He was too excited. Too focused on the thought of meeting the great electric dog Pokemon that had saved him from eating dirt.

“Oh no,” a hand came down on his shoulder and shoved him back into the bed. “If you want to go chasing after Raikou you’re going to have to wait.”

“But-”

“No,” snatching the cloth off of his lap, they laid it over his eyes once more. “At least let the fever break before you go running out searching for a Pokemon that’s no doubt long gone by now. Raikou brought you here to heal, and I will not be the one facing down a legendary Pokemon because the idiot it brought to my door decided to be reckless with his health.”

All he had to do was recover, and then he could go chasing after the legendary Pokemon that had saved him. Goldenrod City would have to wait a bit longer, but he was certain that Gai would forgive him for pushing back a Gym challenge in favor of finding a legendary. 

It was a new adventure. Gai never said no to new adventures.

[talkativetrashpanda]

So I was in therapy earlier today, and I was explaining to my therapist that right now everything just felt kind of numb. We’ve had so much happen in such a short time span that I think my emotions just shut down. And Jenny, being the incredible therapist that she is, managed to find the right spot in my brain and crack it open like a walnut.

It started very simply. I said something along the lines of “I’m tired of saying it’s fine when it’s not.” Jenny looked at me with a cock of her head and said “so tell me what’s not fine.”

And holy shit.

I haven’t really cried over much, because again, my emotions went into shutdown mode. But once I started listing things, the dam broke loose.

It’s not fine that my dog isn’t here anymore. She was only nine and it’s not fine at all that she suffered like she did.

It’s not fine that I’m sick again after being well for so long. I’m terrified of how it’ll set me back. It’s not fine that, even though I’m doing all the things I’m supposed to do, I still managed to get sick.

It’s not fine that I’ve become my family’s therapist, a mediator between my parents. It’s not fine that I’ve been forced into the middle.

It’s not fine that I just turned 27 and I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be. It’s not fine that Covid completely, totally fucked me over and I’m still sick three years later. It’s put my life on pause and I’m missing this time in my life.

It’s not fine that I have to stand up in court and argue that I’m disabled. That I have to prove myself to a judge and a board of doctors and who knows. It’s not fine that, despite numerous forms and letters from multiple doctors, they still don’t believe me. It’s not fine that I have to fight for my disability to be recognized because I look fine on the outside.

It’s not fine that my aunt was finally free from lifelong abuse, only to have a stroke and dementia. She had less than one year of freedom. It’s not fine talking to her on the phone and trying not to cry because she doesn’t know who I am or where she is.

It’s not fine that the last three years have been a never ending shitstorm of pain and trauma. It’s not fine that I’ve been hit with tragedy after tragedy and I’ve taken more than my fair share. It’s not fine that NONE OF MY FRIENDS understand what I’m going through, or even bother to check on me half the time.

It’s not fine that the world is moving on without me. There are still people that don’t think Covid existed. They weren’t touched by it when I’m still fighting three years later.

So much is not fine and I’M not fine and I’m tired of pretending and telling myself I am. I’m not fine in the slightest and somehow I have to keep going forward like it is. I’ve had no time to process or grieve any of the losses because the hits just keep coming.

It’s fine to not be fine.

[witchcraftingboop]

Tonight all I'm thinking about is how the owner walked into my office today right as my computer finished shutting off and my sleepy brain went into a full on panic mode. He had a notepad in his hand and a pen, so I knew he had something to discuss, because he has to write down all of his too-important-to-risk-forgetting thoughts and conversations. So instead of saying hello, I stared frantically between him, my shutdown computer, and fidgeted horrendously with my wee iPad where I was just about to log my hours. And I know I looked as flustered/horrified as I felt, because this man immediately lowered his notepad and very concernedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened??" And I very quickly explained, while still swiveling like a damn circus mouse, that 1) I had just clocked out and 2) I wanted to help him with his very important task and 3) my brain was very much stuck on the fact that I had clocked out and shutdown my computer and no thoughts were currently loading as to how to remedy these things. He immediately relaxed and was like no that's fine, go home (my shift had technically ended almost a half hour ago)

[diary-of-dr-eggman]

AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman’s diary about his badnik, Masher.

Dear diary,

I'm starting to think that some of my badniks are not as smart as I thought they were. Case in point: Masher.

Masher is one of my latest creations, a swimming robot with massive teeth that he uses to, well, mash things. I had high hopes for Masher, thinking that he would be a formidable opponent for Sonic and his friends.

But today, I watched in horror as Masher, instead of attacking Sonic, decided to start mashing a nearby pile of rocks. I mean, what was he thinking?

I tried to snap him out of it, yelling and waving my arms, but he just kept mashing away, completely oblivious to the fact that Sonic was getting away.

In the end, I had to activate his emergency shutdown mode to stop him. I'll have to go back to the drawing board with Masher and figure out what went wrong.

Maybe next time, I'll give him a bit more brain power. Or at least make sure he knows who the real enemy is.

Yours truly,

Dr. Eggman

[aealzx]

I have way too many charas, so I ended up just settling with one of the ones that’s been around for awhile and given me a ton of brain rot to work with over the years XD Old art ahoy~

This is Azre Shelar (aaz-rey), and he’s my very first Drow oc that also has nothing to do with DnD or any other official/published works. I made him as a secondary character in a role play group on DeviantArt and at the time I thought Drow was just another generic fantasy race like dwarf, elf, gnome, etc. Then I found out that Drow are actually a pretty hardcore DnD race, and eventually came to calling my version of Drow “softcore” because they’re a lot less chaotic evil/murder hobo X’D

So a bit of Azre’s info is that he’s the 2nd son of an arranged marriage couple, Andara and Falven, who are only married because his mother’s family blackmailed his father’s family into it for resource security, and his father volunteered for the marriage in place of his brother. Andara is not the greatest person, and was way too strict and emotionally distant while raising Azre, to the point Azre ended up turning into an emotionless doll of sorts because he couldn’t figure out how to make his mom happy and therefore just shut down completely. By the time Azre was 11, his dad finally ignored his wife’s wishes and contacted his brother to ask for help with Azre, which is a big deal because they’re a matriarcal society and the wife is the one that runs the household. This led to Azre being taken in by his uncle, Basim, who was slowly able to crack Azre out of his shutdown shell mode.

Present day Azre is now a good boy to his family, but struggles with emotions ‘cause he’s way behind in being able to recognize what he’s feeling and how to manage it. He still lives with his uncle, aunt, and cousin. But while he’s extremely attached to his uncle he struggles to truly bond with his aunt and cousin because he’s unable to recognize that a mother figure doesn’t have to be the one that birthed the person, and because he feels like he’s invaded their family. Especially since he was a handful kid to deal with, and once the Basim got the barrier on his emotions to break Azre turned into a big crybaby who also had a huge amount of untrained natural shadow magic that easily went haywire. Lately he tries to make it up to them by being useful and putting his love of magic to work making them convenient charms and scripts like an anti dust barrier for his aunt;s textiles and such. And presently he works with Basim in a tiny group of people called Specter, who are the under the radar agents that report to the nation’s head intelligence general. 

Other random facts:

Azre has such a high affinity to the shadow element that he almost registers as an elemental being instead of a humanoid creature. This is partly a result of him having an abnormal amount of inborn shadow magic. The downside is that light and holy element things affect him a lot more than other drow. Ma boy squints like a 90 yo human grandpa without glasses when he’s in the afternoon sun, and gets headaches from light easily.

He has negative stats when it comes to weapon combat, which only served to increase his mother’s frustration with him. He doesn’t want to be handicapped by relying on magic exclusively though, so picked up quite a bit of training in hand to hand combat.

His favorite food is pineapple

As part of his job he’s learned how to disguise himself as a woman, and will sometimes stand in for one of a set of twin drow performers at a brothel. He only covers open room performance type jobs, so doesn’t deal with any customers in the bedroom. Just dances on stage in revealing clothes as eye candy.

He has a really hard time with uneducated people, which leads him to behaving like a snarky bitchy child when he has to interact with them too long.

After the world war his aunt and uncle have a baby girl named Reha, and she instantly stole Azre's heart and he easily gets distracted by her.

More random pics of him, his uncle, and baby cousin:

OC PROPAGANDA!!! I WANT OC PROPAGANDA RIGHT NOW! Everyone show me the oc blorbo!!! I gotta know everyone's OCS tell me why you're spinning them around in your head!!! I want propaganda!!!

Please and thank you 🙏

[ofspvrta]

I have 3 more starters to make but my brain went fucky ducky today and I helped assemble an exercise bike so I'm on shutdown mode. Starters will come out soonish.

[love-order-chaos-repeat]

When you finally really start examining your trauma and realize that you blocked so much shit out that it’s overwhelming and then also relive some things but also feel like an absolute shit person that can’t do anything right bc your brain is literally not having it

[batstorm93672]

Red Hood walked down the dark dirty hall. The smell of blood was strong, children were taken hostage and so many missing cases that drove everyone insane. Red Hood found the location and decided to get through with it himself.

Peeking at every doorway to see no one in sight, then he spotted the first few people here. Children huddled together, Red Hood rushed in and slipped his gun in his holster as he approached with both hands up. "Hey there kids, I'm Red Hood. I'm here to save you and bring you back home" The kids didn't look so bad, a little rough and bruised, but none the worse for wear. A little girl about seven years old took ahold of Hood's jacket and tugged. "Yes?" "There's one more" "What-"

An earsplitting shriek made Red Hood stand up and take out his gun, looking back to the kids "Stay here. I'll be back and I'm taking you all home and safe" The kids had hope, they nodded and held each other close as Red Hood made his way to the screams.

The room was rather big, a stage was in front. Red Hood went past the curtain and backstage was numerous vials and tubes full of liquid of sorts. Moving ahead, the screams were still loud and terrifying, Red Hood kicked down a door to recognize an estranged man's face from a file, he had recently escaped Arkham mental institution. Then a chil-

...

Damian

That's Damian.

That's Damian on that fucking table!

"HEY!"

The man stopped and looked back, before he could do anything else Red Hood punched him. Then aimed the point of his gun right to his forehead. "Listen up. You're gonna go straight back to that institute and stay there. If I hear a single thing about you out on the streets, I'll blow your brains out into the streets and they will never find your fucking body. Do you understand me" "I'm only giving these kids what they need! A lesson, they need to- hnngh!" Red Hood slipped out a knife and held it to his throat "One more word and I slit your throat" The man shut up.

Red Hood grabbed a tazer from his belt and shocked the man to submission.

Cuffing him and immediately going to the table and uncuffing Damian who looked bloody and torn. "Hey, Damian. Can you hear me?"

Damian looked... so different. That glazed stare looking back at him was the League's doing.

"It's okay, Red Hood is here to save you" Carefully carrying him in his arms and moving back. The kids looked concerned for Damian. "Is he okay?" "The monster was going to hurt us again! But he protested and went instead" "Is he dead?" "He isn't dead right?"

"No no, he'll be okay. That monster is taken care of. Come on, I'm going to get you all back home and safe"

.

.

.

Jason couldn't keep his eyes off of Damian, he hadn't said a word or done a single thing before they had to make him sleep.

His vitals are stable, he's breathing. The man was poisoning the children, the other children are fine. Damian got a higher dosage it seemed, they flushed it out of his system.

So young and yet he'll wake up and assume he died.

It will be normal for him to think such a thing.

It's all he grew up with.

Damian eyes snapped back, reality shocking him as he leaped upright. Jason held him up enough so he wouldn't hurt himself. "Hey. You okay? It's Jason, I found you"

"I didn't die..? What happened to me?"

"No, no dying. You were poisoned by an insane man. He was hurting many other kids, he got his hands on you and you made him hurt you the rest of the time instead of the others. Now answer me, how long were you taken for?"

"After school, I was going to art club, stopped when I heard shouting and looked. Then I passed out"

Jason sighed "I'm just happy your okay, I was so pissed when I saw you hurt. I nearly killed the man with threats alone"

"Ugh, I barely remember what happened when I was taken. Just convincing him to take me next is all I recall before blacking out?"

"Yeah you went in shutdown mode"

"Is that what we are calling it now?"

"Yep. Now, how are you holding up?"

"Not so bad, could be better"

"Wanna ask Alfred to make some cookies?"

"I'd enjoy that"