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[darkkitty1208]

Entry for day 4 of Whumptober 2023, prompt no. 4: "You in there?" and @badthingshappenbingo​ square: Sensory Overload.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, The Cloak of Levitation (Marvel) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sensory Overload, Whumptober 2023, Established Relationship, Ficlet Series: Part 3 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Stephen has a sensory overload.

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 13 - Lainey and Isa

I've been working on the next chapter of this story for a while now, but for now you get a bonus chapter - the rescue from Isa's perspective!

For most of the days this month I tried to use the lyric or at least the song as the prompt, but this is one of a few where that just didn't work out and I used a different prompt, instead.

Masterlist

No. 13: Infection | Panic

Contains: lady whump, sensory overload, needle mention, fever, captivity, thoughts of death, magical whump, touch aversion, implied sedatives

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Isa can’t remember ever feeling this sick before. It isn’t the first instance in the time she’s been here that a wound has gotten infected, but she’s weaker now, likely. There’s no way she hasn’t steadily been getting weaker all this time. And now…it’s probably finally the end. Yes, she’s thought it many times before. She thought she was going to die just a few days after she first got kidnapped. She never dreamed she’d still be here five years later. 

But everything has been so much worse since Lainey ran. Sir is so angry. She isn’t sure anymore that he wants her alive. He seems like he wants to keep beating them both until they’re dead and he doesn’t have to deal with them anymore. So even if he does come back down here and sees how sick she is, she isn’t confident he’ll do anything about it. 

She sleeps, mostly. Fitful dreams, flashes of memories and nonsense fill her mind. Everything inside of her is burning. The few times that she’s awake, the searing pain across her back has her whimpering and curling her hands into fists. 

Through it all, she’s aware of Lainey’s presence next to her. She can feel her heart beating steadily, can occasionally feel her palm brush her forehead and hear her murmuring reassurances. The only regret she’ll have in dying now is that she has to leave the poor girl on her own. 

Suddenly she’s jolted awake, though she can still barely convince her eyes to open. There’s something close by…a car. The rumble of the engine vibrates in her chest. Is Sir…leaving? He didn’t leave them extra water, though, did he? He really does want them to die.

But wait, no, that’s…far more than a car. The vibrations are growing, filling her lungs so that it’s hard to breathe. She glares up at the ceiling, fluorescent lights dancing and shimmering, trying to make sense of it.

“What is it?” Lainey’s voice floats by.

“Something…coming…” she mumbles. “Cars?” Dragging her hand up to her chest, she rubs at it weakly, trying fruitlessly to dispel some of the pressure. There are so many cars up above them. Loud cars. Cars full of people that are now spilling out, footsteps pounding the ground. “Too many…too many cars and…people.”

Lainey says something in return, but she doesn’t hear. Everything is just getting worse. There are noises drifting down the stairs, yelling and banging, but even worse than that is all of the movement. It’s so much more than she’s felt in such a long time. Dozens of heartbeats, feet running here and there, engines still idling. It crawls underneath her skin, from her center out through her limbs and into her fingers and toes, up the back of her neck into her skull. It feels like someone is pounding a mallet into her sternum. 

Closest of all is Lainey’s excited voice and elevated heartbeat. She wants to tell her what’s happening, wants to ask her to make it stop, but all she can do is moan and attempt to disappear into the floor. She can’t breathe, she can’t think. 

Just when some of it starts to calm down some, some of the footsteps and heartbeats start moving closer, bringing loud voices with them. Someone is in the basement. It fills her with automatic panic, but she can’t even stop to figure out what it means past the suffocating sensations taking over her body. It’s starting to turn painful. Little pinpricks all over, like fingernails digging into her skin. It won’t stop.

Then someone touches her. Touching means pain, always, but she can’t get away from it. All she can do is lie there, flinching and whimpering as it becomes harder and harder to draw in air. It’s too much. They’re tugging at her shirt, making her back flare with fiery pain, and moving her arms around and messing with the wound on her leg. 

All the while their heartbeats pound, pound, pound. Their breaths rake across her skin, their voices pierce her skull. The footsteps above have turned from fingernail pokes to needle pricks, and the engines might as well be cars running over her chest. 

Make it stop, make it stop!

But it doesn’t. It goes on and on and on, the hands touching and then lifting her, making everything on her body cry out. There are straps that chafe against her already raw skin, and she’s being jostled, carried, taken away. She doesn’t know where they’re taking her. She doesn’t know where Lainey is. They can’t leave the basement, Sir will be so angry, and she can’t take anymore. She wants Lainey, she wants to wake up and all of this be a fever dream, she wants to stop feeling.And finally, finally, she does. There’s a prick in her arm that she barely feels above everything else, and suddenly everything starts to fade away. No more vibrations, no more pressure, no more pain. Heavy with relief, Isa drifts off into a deep sleep.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

A character i made a few years ago as a creative excerise to see if i can make the most complicated, outlandish and detailed design i could.

They're kind of an icon tbh

[lostcitysystem]

Sensory overload tips cause I just had sensory overload and after 14 years of dealing with this I know some stuff:

(You probably know all of this but it can be good to keep a reminder in case your brain tends to freeze up during an overload- also everyone is different and this is just what helps me)

Go into a dim or dark room

Remove sound stimuli by turning off phone alerts, putting on noise cancelling headphones/ear defenders and distancing yourself from people talking/music playing

Take off any clothes that may be making you uncomfortable

Take deep, slow breaths, focusing on being calm and lowering your heart rate/brain activity

Try to add some weight to your body by piling on pillows/duvets or using weighted blankets/plushies (if you find it helpful)

Get to your ideal temperature by removing layers or adding them (I prefer the cold so I usually take off clothes and lie on the floor or my bed without the bedding)

Stim if you’d like to, it’s not doing you any harm to get energy out of your body (just be aware of self-harm stims that can aggravate your sensory overload, even if they feel good in the moment)

Engage in special interests- watch your favourite show, hug a plush related to your spin, listen to music related to your spin etc

Drink a glass cold glass of fluid or have a hot drink (if you’d like)

Talk to a trusted friend or loved one, they may be able to help calm you down

Try eating a safe food or chewing some gum, it can be a good stim and will likely calm your nervous system (in more severe sensory overload, food can be overwhelming though)

Stay in this calm space you’ve created for however long you need to, you’re doing really well and there’s no pressure to come out and socialise with others or do anything that could relapse the sensory overload

Finally (after the sensory overload has ceased), if you haven’t already, gather resources in a box, drawer, bag etc to help you in the event of another overload- some good options are stim toys, ear plugs/defenders, a list of things you find calming, printed online articles about sensory overload and how to calm it and things related to your special interest(s)

I hope this was helpful and I know it was probably stuff you’ve heard before but I didn’t know about a lot of this stuff until years after I first started having sensory overload and had to learn it from experience.

I hope you’re doing okay and have a lovely day, you’re doing the very best you can and I’m proud of you.

Feel free to add on other tips if you have them! This is not a comprehensive list and more insights are useful!

[lostcitysystem]

Don’t want to make this into a big deal or anything but as an autistic person, 99% of the sensory overload I get from public transport is people blaring TikTok from their phone. The repetitive sounds and just awful audio quality feel like nails on a chalk board.

I don’t like wearing ear phones generally because of sensory issues but I’ll never play anything out loud intentionally because I know I’m on the same bus/train etc as people that have had 12 hour shifts or have had to look after screaming kids all day or who just want peace and quiet.

Just be considerate of others.

i'm literally begging people to relearn how to use earbuds and headphones. i don't wanna hear your fucking tiktok while im waiting for my flight.

[theyaremanycolours]

Going nuts with the effects on Ibispaint.

[quantumleapt]

His voice dies in his throat as a stabbing, shooting pain bursts above his left eye. He inhales sharply, air suddenly seeming in short supply.

Distantly, he hears @alavicci 's voice, full of concern.

"I don't know," he murmurs, resisting the urge to lean on the mailbox. At least... before, everything around him was real, even if it didn't feel like it. Now, he knows that it's all fake, all a hologram, and his fingers start to feel numb again, the pain spreading across his forehead. Everything smells so empty in here, so metallic and too clean, that it almost makes him feel sick.

Back when they first built the imaging chamber and were running the first few tests, they'd made plenty of notes about it. Tried to figure out ways to make it more comfortable, make it feel less like you were floating in an empty void.

They'd tried putting some furniture in, but the floral sofa in Al's office he refused to get rid of and that was probably older than the two of them combined interrupted the holographic pattern. Another one-- white and sleek and modern that everybody had spent a whole afternoon trying and failing miserably to put together-- blended in great, but Sam had tripped over it and launched himself right into Al, who'd caught him with a laugh, saying jeez, I know ya fell for me, kid, but this is ridiculous--

The pain explodes and he flings his arm out, thankful his hand finds something to brace itself against-- the wall, maybe, or maybe the door that refuses to open.

He'd never, ever come close to anything he could call his life flashing before his eyes, not before now, as thousands of sights, sounds, words, flood into his mind. There are some constants, though, and he clings to those like the wreckage of a sinking ship; slow dancing in the living room, a voice harmonizing with his own, a hand in his that he feels lost without.

Hazel eyes immediately find brown.

"...I'm gettin' my memory back, Al." Sam's voice is soft, enraptured, enamored, as he roves over familiar features that he's only now seeing and knowing. He's so lucky that he gets to wake up every morning to the sight of the bravest, kindest, strongest person he'd ever known, his best friend and the man he--

"Oh my god." It's a whispered revelation as love blooms in his chest, apple blossoms and all the flowers of May after a long, bitter winter. There's so much emotion that it's even harder to breathe, and tears sting his eyes.

"How could I have forgotten you?"

[beep-beep-robin]

quinni gallagher-jones + common autism traits pt. 2

finally made part 2 to this :)

[aveimperatcr]

A pause. Eyes flicked back to Guilliman and Ayhan went unmoving.

" ... there are many things I have done that are already irreversible, my boy. " The Emperor mumbled, his shoulders finally slumping as he sat there with him. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, attempting to search himself for answers to try to ease Roboute's fears. " ... and I know how I get, on those days when I am not myself. They would occur far before you were even thought of. "

" It started when I first ran into the enemies of Mankind. The Drukhari, Dark Eldar... whatever you wish to call them. and it... changed me. As did my battle between myself and Horus. I... have lived so many lifetimes, many could be considered their own being. All of which still linger in my mind... as do the original beings that 'made' me in the first place. My original selves-- the ten shamans, of ancient Terra. And if I am not experiencing memories of the past, then I am experiencing someone else at the forefront of my mind, perhaps... taking the lead and commanding a voidship, almost. "

The Emperor kept his level tone as he spoke, attempting to explain his thought process as he furrowed his brows in thought, speaking slowly and mindfully-- while he did ramble, he took pauses to make sure Guilliman could process it, not wanting to overwhelm him further.

" Mainly three other shards that come to the forefront. The Anathema. The Navigator. And the Star Child. If I become overwhelmed, I sometimes retreat into my mind and find someone else temporarily taking my place. So if I had seemed so odd during some days when I did not go through memories, but... spoke differently, that may be why. I hope you could forgive me for not telling you-- in many of my lifetimes... there had been so much stigma over such a thing. Speaking with daemons, some would say. Completely insane, others believed. But they are me. "

A pause, a falter. He tried to find his words.

" I had been worried of my own actions for some time. Fearful, perhaps, of what I might do to myself in moments of vulnerability. But I have sworn to myself that I would not die-- I swore it ages ago, and I will swear it again. There are things even I will not do. Because you are always at the forefront of my mind, Roboute. You and the others. And it is what grounds me even if I seem furthest from reality. That is why I am so certain, because no matter what-- as long as I know that you are alive... then I can keep going no matter what happens. "

In this state of feeling numb and drained, he didn't even move to help his father down from the bed. He simply lifted his head and watched cautiously, ready to aid him if he needed. Yet he seemed at least well enough to move on his own. Somehow that eased his mind ever so slightly.

Right... He could always put the armor back on. Honestly he considered going and doing that this very moment, but he found himself too tired to move; unwilling even. It was a plan for a later time.

Roboute sighed softly. "I know... And I want that as well. I want you around for as long as possible. But still I worry... Especially on days when you are not yourself. I fear for you and that you may do something that would be irreversible..."

This was more than just about the armor or the sacrifice Ayhan made now.

[underoospeterparker]

can’t remember if I already sent this in but tasm Peter Parker x reader who has sensory issues and gets overstimulated easily. n him just calming her down, giving her something to fidget with or chew on cause he knows that calms her, getting her into comfy clothes that aren’t scratchy or tight and just taking care of her. asking her loads of questions and giving her options to choose from so she feels more in control of the situation <3 ugh i love him

thank you for requesting!!

tasm!peter x reader / mcu!peter x reader, 0.8k words

tw: overstimulation

You're resting your head in Peter's lap while he tangles his fingers in your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. Peter's friends are sitting on the seats opposite to you, and the two of them are laughing about something rather loudly. Peter glances at you every so often, leans down to press a soft kiss to your temple. Every time he does that, you let out a quiet hum of contentment, press your head further into his lap.

You're exhausted from a long day of school and came home to Peter's friends. You'd given them both a hug when you arrived, but Peter already noticed you were out of it: Your eyes were unfocused, you had this dazed look about you, and you kept fidgeting with your hands, wringing them out.

Peter had given you a concerned look, clearly worried, as if asking 'Do you want them here?' You'd given him a gentle, reassuring smile, mouthed to him that it was fine. You were currently rethinking your decision as their voices grew louder. You began to hear the screeching of the kettle, the scratches your cat was making on the wooden table, the spin of the fan. You could feel your tight knit sweater sticking to your body, and you could hardly breathe.

You forced yourself to take deeper, longer breaths as you curled up in Peter's lap. His hand paused on your head but then resumed its ministrations, as he looked up in shock at something his friend had said. It all sounded like a blabber of words to you: You felt confused; disoriented. The air conditioner was on, but you felt hot. Boiling hot. You tried to pull at your sweater, wanting it off.

You resisted the urge to scream, and to calm yourself down you tried to focus on the ground, on the carpet, but you couldn't: Everything else was far too loud.

"(Y/N)?" Peter's voice cut through the noise. You press your hands to your ears, trying to block out the noise, to soften his words. You turn around to face Peter's stomach, try to hide in his hold. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" His hands reached for yours, helped cover your ears. You looked up through blurry vision, meeting his loving and concerned gaze. Peter tilted his head slightly, searched your eyes for a response to his question. You shook your head slowly in reply, let out a quiet whine as you burrowed yourself closer to him.

Something in his eyes clicks in realisation. He held out a hand to his friends to get them to stop talking; helping you stand up with a hand on your wrist, gently moving you to a quieter room. Peter shut the door behind the two of you, sat you down on the soft comforter. You mumbled something incoherent, struggled to get your sweater off, the tightness suffocating you, making it hard to breathe.

Peter's eyes soften as he reaches for the hem of your sweater, helping you pull it off your head. He squeezes your hand before moving towards the closet, grabbing your comfiest pyjamas as helping you slip in to them with two hands on your shoulders. He doesn't speak until then, knowing you needed to feel comfortable and snug before you would be able to fully converse.

He settled you on the bed, covers not on because he knew you were feeling hot. "Can I get you anything? Your fidget toy? Or your stuffed animal?"

His voice was soft, only a murmur, and you nodded gratefully. "Both, please?" You asked quietly.

Peter presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you, nodding quickly. "Of course, bug." He returns in under a minute, giving you the two items and watching as you settle down with them. "Do you want me here, or should I go?" He touches your leg soothingly, rubbing a hand up and down.

"Here," I mumble, "please?" Peter melts a little, feels his heart squeeze. He climbs onto the bed behind you, careful not to touch or jostle you too much. When he remains quiet, you add, "Can I have a hug?"

He softens. "Absolutely, honey." Peter doesn't wait another second before wrapping you up in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest. He thumbs at your neck affectionately as you curl up in his hold, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "My poor, sweet girl," he murmurs softly. "You're doing so good. Are you feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm, yes," I say quietly, "thank you." You give him your best, most grateful smile. "Y' the best, baby."

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately against the crown of your head. "Says you, lovely girl."

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

They think Autism is just being a bit ‘odd’, But they don’t see…

Neurodivergent_lou

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 8 - Siren

Consider this piece a sneak peek of what I hope is to come in the future of one of my series. If you pay close attention, you should be able to figure out which series!

If you haven't met Siren before (I've only ever written one other piece for her on tumblr), she started out as a rp character and now has a special cinnamon roll place in my heart. I’ve written a bit of intro for her at the link below that tells some of her backstory if you’re interested. She has a very simplistic view of a very narrow corner of the world, which I tried to convey in the way I wrote this.

Siren's Introduction

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” | Outnumbered

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, conditioned whumpee, muzzle, superpowers, dehumanization (not pet whump), living weapon, stabbing, implied corporal punishment, sensory overload

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They’re giving her another chance. Siren’s first mission was…a disaster, she thinks is a good word for it. That’s a word her trainers use sometimes when she does really, really, bad, and that’s what happened on her first mission. Going outside for the first time was nothing like she expected it to be. Everything was too bright, too colorful, too loud, too warm, and there were smells and there was air moving against her face and…she got out of the van and froze. She knew what she was supposed to be doing, but she couldn’t make her heart slow down and her breathing go back to normal. All she could do was stand there squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with her hands, even though she knew how bad she was being.

After her correction, the trainers had started sending her outside for training. She had to get used to what it was like out there so she could be the good weapon she was supposed to be. And it’s been working! The moving air doesn’t distract her anymore, her eyes have gotten more used to the bright sun, and her ears aren’t so hurt by the loud noises that they play for her. She’s still amazed by how blue the sky is up above her, but she knows she can’t stand and look at it no matter how pretty it is. That gets her corrected.

So now they’re giving her a second chance, and just in case her training isn’t enough, they’re giving her some special tools, too. She gets small soft pieces to go in her ears that make everyone sound much quieter than usual, and the mask that she wears over her eyes for missions has what they call ‘lenses’ now that make everything darker. 

She’s very nervous to try this again, but she has to do it right this time. Her handlers are expecting her to be a good weapon, and she knows she can be. She wants to be, so badly. 

The van is just as strange the second time around. She’s put into the back with one handler and they’re left shut in the darkness. It rumbles and bumps underneath them for a while as the handler goes over her mission again, then the doors open and they’re suddenly in a different place than before. 

And past those doors…is the outside. The real outside, not just the training yard. The bright, colorful, loud place with all the people and vans and tall, tall buildings. 

She can do this, though. She’ll be a good weapon, she’ll complete her mission and make her handlers proud of her. Maybe she’ll do good enough that they’ll even say, “Well done.” She loves it when they say that. 

The handler in the van removes her muzzle and points her in the right direction. She immediately walks forward, past the dark walls and the big metal boxes that smell funny into the open, bright area where all the vans are going by. That’s where she’s supposed to be. There’s still so much to look at and take in, but with her new tools it doesn’t make her want to shut her eyes and curl up small. And she’s not allowed to just stand here and look at it, as much as she’d like that, so she starts thinking about the next step of her mission.

She’s supposed to use her power on the people walking by. They’re not going to fight her, she doesn’t think, which is strange because that’s when she usually uses her power. But it doesn’t have to make sense to her. She only has to obey.

Siren looks around to make sure there are people nearby, then opens her mouth and screams.

Immediately, people are running and shouting and grabbing their heads. She doesn’t know what her power feels like. She’s never felt it herself. But she knows it hurts people, and that gives her a feeling in her stomach that she doesn’t like at all. She never wanted to hurt people. There was a reason that she was locked up and muzzled, and it was because her power was so horrible. She was a monster.

But her new handlers told her that she could be a weapon, instead. She still didn’t want to hurt people, but she got more used to it the more they trained her. And it doesn’t matter what she wants, anyway. Weapons aren’t allowed to want. She’s just happy that she’s not a monster anymore, even if she does have to hurt people.

So she screams again, ignoring the feeling in her stomach and trying not to watch the man who’s collapsing nearby and the woman who’s crying. This is the first part of her mission, and she’ll keep doing it until the second part happens.

It doesn’t take too long, which is good because her throat gets tired after too many screams and most of the people have run away, anyway. She can tell when her real targets arrive because they’re the only ones running toward her. There are two of them, both wearing masks like her. She’s fought two people at once before, this is okay. She can do this.

The boy immediately goes to the man who’s still lying on the ground, checking on him and calling a couple of others to help him get away. The one wearing a hood faces Siren, arms crossed.

“So. New girl in town, huh? Any particular reason you’re out here causing trouble?”

She almost answers her. All questions must be answered truthfully and immediately. It’s been ingrained into her, so much that not answering right away is making her dig her fingernails into her palms, entire body tense. But she knows that that only applies to handlers and trainers. She’s not supposed to speak to her targets at all. 

Instead, she screams again.

The girl doubles over, hands on her ears. “Ah, crap!” Straightening, she sticks one finger in her ear and jiggles it around. “That smarts.”

“Yeah, if you could not do that again, that would be great,” the boy groans from the side. “Note to self: store earplugs somewhere in this outfit.”

They’re…strange. But she’s not here to try and figure them out, she’s here to fight. Siren screams once more, and this time she darts forward when the girl reacts and starts kicking and punching. The first couple of swings land before she starts blocking. Siren quickly learns that the girl’s really good at fighting. As good as her trainers. But that’s alright, she’s used to fighting her trainers, and she still has her power she can use. She doesn’t scream again, wanting to save her voice for when she really needs it, but gives little vocal noises with each punch or block. She can see the way it affects her immediately when she winces and almost misses blocking her.

“Would you stop that?” The girl is late again and takes a punch to the shoulder. “Of course you won’t, you’re a villain. Gotta make our lives difficult.”

Villain? She doesn’t know that word. She’s a weapon, not whatever a villain is.

With another grunt, she manages to punch the girl target across the face, sending her stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Before she can follow through, though, the boy target suddenly appears in front of her. One second he’s not there, the next he is, and Siren nearly falls over as her momentum is interrupted. How did he do that? She’s never seen anyone do that before, not even her trainers!

It doesn’t matter, though, she can’t get distracted. He’s not nearly as good of a fighter as the girl, which means he isn’t as good as Siren, either. She can take him down fairly easily, even without her voice, except that the girl is still around. She’s not joining back in, like she expected her to, which would make her job much harder but still not impossible. Instead, glances over in her direction in between strikes seem to show her…pulling something out of a bag? Maybe it’s a weapon. She can’t tell yet. She really, really hopes it’s not a gun. She hates guns.

The boy is practically running away from her, doing what fighting he can but mostly trying not to get hit. Every once in a while, he disappears and reappears a few feet away, making her change directions. 

When she raises her hand for another punch, a sharp pain slices across her knuckles. She still swings, but glances at the hand after. A small stream of blood is running down her fingers. Where did that come from?

Another pain like it pierces her shoulder. Stopping her march after the boy for the moment, she looks for the source and finds a small, pointed piece of metal sticking out of her shirt. She pulls it out, staring at the blood on the tip, then looks up at the girl. She’s throwing things at her. No…not throwing. As Siren watches, another metal piece lifts from her hand as if on its own, then comes flying through the air straight for her. She jumps to the side, and the piece swerves after her, just nicking her other arm as it passes. 

Her trainers never told her people could do things like that. Like both of these targets are doing. Maybe…do they have powers? Like her? Are they weapons? They’re allowed to talk, though, and ask questions. But maybe that’s just because their powers aren’t their voice, even though she isn’t allowed to ask questions with signs, either. 

She’s gotten distracted again. She’ll get corrected if she doesn’t stay focused.

She turns her attention back to the boy, doing her best to ignore the girl and her metal pieces. A few more hit her, but she knows better than to react to pain. Besides, this pain isn’t that bad. It’s nothing like what she’s used to.

Just as she thinks she’s going to win this fight, though, there’s suddenly two boys standing in front of her. Two of the same boy, that look exactly alike. There are so many questions running through Siren’s mind, but that’s nothing unusual for her. This is fine. She can still do this. The two boys are better at fending her off than just one, but neither of them seem very eager to actually attack her. 

Until the girl joins back in. First she kicks from behind, and when Siren spins around to defend herself the two boys start actually getting in some hits. It’s fine, though, it’s fine. She’s fought three people before. She’s never beaten three people before, but those were three that were actually all good at fighting. There are a growing number of spots on her body that will probably turn into bruises, and a couple of those metal pieces are still stuck in her skin, but she’s okay.

And now there are three boys. The more of them there are, the more confident they get in hitting her. She’s now blocking instead of hitting. Throwing in some more grunts and cries helps back them off a little, but not enough. Her focus is pulled in too many directions, and the next thing she knows, her feet are knocked out from under her and she hits the ground hard. One of the metal pieces, poking out of her leg, gets shoved further in with the impact. She throws her head back with a gasp.

This can’t happen. She can’t lose this fight, fail this mission. Siren does what she should have a few minutes ago and screams, long and loud, not even watching how the targets respond in her rush to get back on her feet. 

“Phantom, you good?”

“...yeah.” The boy - there’s only one of him now - sounds like he’s in pain. “Wasn’t fun hearing that with three sets of ears.”

The girl is watching Siren carefully, more metal pieces floating above her hand, but glancing over at the boy from time to time. “You need a retreat?”

“N-no.” He shakes his head, trying to straighten up from his hunched position. “No, I’m fine.”

She almost has him beaten, she can feel it. She screams one more time, and he falls to his knees, clutching his head and crying out. The girl stumbles toward him, her metal pieces scattering to the ground. 

“Phantom! Okay, that’s it. I’m getting you out of here.” She looks over at Siren and makes a swiping motion through the air with her hand. The metal comes to life from the ground, five or six pieces shooting toward Siren all at once. She dives out of the way, rolling across the ground and jarring the piece inside of her again.

By the time she’s back on her feet, the targets are running away, the girl’s arm around the boy.

She did it. She won!

She’s so happy that she just stands there a moment, breathing hard, staring after the two as they disappear around a corner. Then she remembers her handlers, waiting nearby, and turns to limp back into the darker, narrower area with the big metal boxes and the van. Her muzzle is put on and she’s loaded into the back without anyone saying anything to her.

“Did we get enough data from that?”

“Yeah, we got some stuff to work with. Also looks like we need to talk to its trainers about it fighting multiple assailants. And maybe they can somehow simulate superpowers, or get someone in there with superpowers to help?”

“Maybe. I’ll tell ‘em when we get back.”

The handler climbs in the back with her, and the doors are shut. The van begins its rumbling. 

No one tells her, “Well done.” But they don’t say anything about correcting her, either, so Siren is content. 

[ohboyhowdybuckaroo]

i'm standing on my box, tapping the mic, and saying loudly for the people in the back that six eyes would be a sensory nightmare. gojo is lucky he is the universe's baby girl or he would be having the worst time at all times. thank you and good night.

comes from frame pieces ch. 4 of the jigsaw soulmates au.

[titan-god-helios]

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bad bad bad badbadbadbadbad very bad why do people feel the need to touch you unexpectedly why do sounds exist why do textures exist why is the world so bright i wish i could put a dimmer on my eyes whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy this is bad veryvery bad and on top of that GUESS WHO HAS WORK TO DO FUCKING SKENSKDBAKDBWJDBQKSBAJBDUWBD

[sketchthetofu]

LETS GOOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎉

There is so much I want to say, though can’t find perfect words for… but I’ll try! First of all I am so happy I was able to create art for Frogman’s absolutely wonderful fic, which you should totally check out here!!! As well as be able to work with other amazing artists (one which also drew amazing art for this chapter, GO SEND SOME LOVE TO @relgnira !!!). I am SOOO glad I joined @hermitshippingbigbang , the people I have met there are ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL (go check out the other amazing fics) and really brought me out of my comfort zone which I 100% needed <3.

I think that’s all from me right now!! Hope you enjoy my first ever long comic I’ve drawn :D!

[amethyst-marshmallow]

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i tried to capture the intensity of the moment... did i do good? :P