#spy glass stim

[cutiepieautistic]

Marcie fleach stimboard

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*self indulgent

*gif 8 is ours,f2u with credit!

[its-stimsca]

Aroace engiespy stimboard please someone help me stop thinking about them

Art by @quazies :]

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[renthewerecatboi]

pls stimboard of this blu spy nerd🥺✨️✨️

(You can interp it on ur own on what fits best)✌️

oo yay! stimboard request! this guy kinda gives me, sweet nerdy detective vibes, so

📖 . 🔎 . 📖 💙 . ♠️ . 💙 📖 . 🍵 . 📖

[perplexingluciddreams]

my main reason for like complicated show like Person of Interest:

mostly Amy Acker is in it! plus know some storylines and scenes from later on in series... want to know how it fit in with big story.

however, don't understand what happen most of time, and mostly only stay focus on it because:

1- nice voices of people, satisfying to listen! (even though lines and words and jargon and acronyms is make NO sense to me)

2- lots of action and guns and fights, lots of cool "break" between scenes with The Machine show pictures and computer things

3- flashback scenes with character wear different glasses or look different, always take a minute to connect because faceblind, don't realise straight away is them sometimes!

4- wait for Amy Acker character to show up more often and see story, because excited for that.

right now i try to watch as much as possible of first season to get past things i struggle more with attention. (because less stuff that interest, currently. try to use current hyperfocus and hyperfixate to keep watch).

is hard to stay attention on anything, so always have phone in hand and only watch important or interesting bits. and rewind a lot because processing bad.

unfortunately, because i watch on DVD, no subtitles. which make language processing worse harder. but language they use is so complicated and jargon and acronyms and confusing that i think i will not understand it anyway even with subtitles.

but, can still enjoy! still make happy and smile and stim, enjoy action scenes and some silly jokes and like when they do illegal things and be sneaky. i like watch spy things!

[nuka-nasty]

MacCready's Biggest Mistake

Part 1

MacCready was Nate's shadow - that much everyone knew. Where you see the one the other wasn't far. You'd think the Merc was the one clinging to the walking legend that is the general of the minute men and notorious 'vault dweller', but try to split them up and see what happens.

"Mac is with me. That is not up for debate." Nate's eyes, usually so kind and friendly, had steel and fire in them when Danse insisted he alone accompany Nate on the brotherhood mission. "If he isn't welcome then neither am I, Paladin."

It was Nate who - when push came to shove - bared his teeth possessively when someone tried to hire or take Mac from him. So for the past 6months whatever mission or job or wander Nate was one, and whoever he was doing it with or for, Mac had his back.

In Sanctuary Nate had taken two weeks to build homes for his companions with three sharing a living room. Piper, Curie, and Cait in one - Valentine, Danse, and Preston in another - Strong, Dogmeat, and Deacon in the last (Dee asked to room with them as neither slept indoors so the spy actually had the entire house to himself and his wardrobe). At the end of the street, however, stood a two story building with a workshop with displays downstairs, and a stairway up to a huge shared bedroom overlooking the valley, carefully designed with floor to ceiling glass windows high enough to not see into On the one end of the floor stood a comfy couch and armchairs with magazine stands, the corner had a desk and shelves with a scatter of mementos, Mac's ammo and pictures drawn by a child's hand, and Nate's Minutemem and Brotherhood holotapes and paperwork. In the centre a huge soft bed and one big chest of drawers. If you didn't know Mac you'd think this could be a commonwealth couple's dream home - but the Merc was as straight as a rifle.

That being said, their friends noted the way Nate would flinch and busy himself with his PipBoy whenever Mac flirted with Piper or Cait. They kept it to themselves but didn't miss the way Nate's eyes softened when Mac got excited over a new comic, a new gun, or letter from Duncan. Nate was smitten, but only his closest friends could tell and they respected the man too much to say anything. With all the pain he had lived through, if the Merc made him happy so be it.

Till it wasn't a secret anymore.

"No... Please, no!" Mac pleaded as he tried to staunch the bleeding. "Help is coming, Nate. You need to hold on!" Blood, so much of it. "FUCK! What is taking them so long!"

They were close enough to Sanctuary to see the the distant lights when not one but two Deathclaws jumped them. A mating pair. They'd put up a good fight, but their supplies were low, planning to restock at home.

Mac put a hole in the one beast's head when the other got a lucky swipe at his back. He cried out in pain and dropped his gun. The last thing he heard was Nate's desperate cry, distantly thinking he's never heard him like that. His best friend and he's never heard that rage and despair in his voice.

Then he felt the familiar sting and 'pissht' of a stimpack he knew was their last.

When he came to a few moments later once the stim did it's job knitting his back closed, he turned to see two downed Deathclaws, and a limp bloodied body between them. In the neck of one beast was Nate's modded shotgun, the blade of it's muzzle embedded in it's throat with enough force to break the stock.

Nate's PipBoy had been equipped with an emergency distress pulse that would alert Minutemen to their location. Mac activated it before he was even on his knees.

So here he was, pleading with every god he could think of to keep Nate alive till help arrived with stims and medical supplies. "C'mon Nate," he croaked through the tears choking him. "I need you. Don't leave me alone, please. Please!"

Nate's eyes fluttered open with a groan as Mac ripped off his scarf and pressed down on the hole in his stomach to staunch the bleeding. His hands, scarf, and the ground beneath his knees now the same shade of dark, wet red. "Hey.." Nate whispered, clearly trying to comfort Mac, and didn't that just make him start sobbing harder.

"Shh, don't speak. Just stay with me, okay? You need to promise you won't leave me!"

Nate gave a weak smile, a trickle of blood on his lips. "Wish I could... Stay forever.. but I think this is it for me, Bobby."

"No no no no, don't you call me that now!" Mac cried out, somewhere between anger and affection. "You only call me that when you want something or feel you need to comfort me! Now is not the time for either!"

Nate smiled, a laugh broke into a cough and more blood painted his lips. "Im sorry Mac. I'm...coward. Never even...got to tell you...how much I love you..."

Mac paused for a moment, his heart skipped and clenched painfully till the reminded himself where he is. "I love you too buddy, but you need to pull through so I can tease you about it okay?" He sniffled.

Nate was flagging. In the distance Mac could heard Preston and Cait calling. "WE'RE OVER HERE!! HURRY!!" He called. "They're here, Nate. You're gonna be okay."

Nate shook his head, eyes fluttering closed. "Love you, Mac... Wish...I told you.."

When Nate opened his eyes it wasn't to MacCready's beautiful blue ones, but to Curie sighing in relief and muttering something that sounded like a curse in French. "Monsieur Preston! He has awoken!"

Preston's face appeared above him with a rushed scuffle of footsteps. "General! You had us terrified there!"

"where-" was all he could croak.

"You're at the RedRocket. You were gone... But Curie managed to bring you back with a pulse of a Zeta gun and 5 stimpacks. So take it easy."

The first clear thought in Nate's mind was "Mac?"

"He's fine," Hancock responded and joined their little peanut gallery next to his bedroll. "Just shook up. I called him but he's outside pacing around. Sure he'll be happy to see you."

Against Curie's advice Nate slowly sat up and stumbled to his feet. He needed to see for himself - see that MacCready was whole and alive before he could really allow himself to breathe.

Hancock helped him limp outside where he insisted he could walk (stumble) on his own over to where he could see Mac leaning against the milk machine.

He really was alive. Nate smiled and limped to him, "you're okay." He said with such relief his eyes teared up.

But the look MacCready gave him instead left ice down his spined. Mac looked at him with an expression of fear, distrust, and disgust. Nate had only seen that expression one before when he stood before Barnes and Winlock. The night he put a bullet in their heads Mac had broke down and told Nate of the 'sick' things they made him do, how they used him for their own pleasure till he managed to escape.

(That was also the night Nate swore to himself he would never, ever make a move on MacCready.)

But here stood the Merc looking at Nate like he was one of those men who used and abused him. Nate had to take a moment to swallow down the irrational tears that now threatened for a different reason as he wracked his brain for why, what did he do!

"Bobby, what's wrong?" He took a cautious step forward but froze when Mac flinched and backed into the shadows a bit.

"Don't call me that."

His words triggered the memory. He called Mac Bobby, he was begging him to stay with him...and he told Mac he loved him.

"...I'm sorry." Was the only words Nate could get out.

MacCready tossed his cigarette to the grown and sneered. "Whatever." With that he walked into the darkness towards Sanctuary.

Nate felt like he couldn't breathe. Tears rolled silently down his cheeks, cooling on his neck where his pulse was hammering. A pain sharper than any he had ever felt - be it bullet, knife, or betrayal - laced through his chest with enough force that his legs gave out.

Of all people, Deacon appeared out of nowhere to catch him. The spy said nothing as he helped Nate to the dirt and held him as quiet sobs shook his broad shoulders. He quietly held him close, angling his head to his cries were muffled against his shirt. He then silently helped Nate to the nearest sleeping bag in one of the little shacks that lined the fence around the settlement, getting up to inform the others that their fearless leader was sleeping and to not bother him.

[wolfram-but-art]

heres some hcs/ lore for my human!Achimedes [long post] [i might edit in the future]

Genereal hcs:

he was created by Medic in a lab. think green goo in a glass tube kind of lab

he also kinda looks like Medic because he used his own DNA to create Archie

Archie is about 3

his body was created to be ~20, but mentally he's about 13

the original Archimedes is still alive too, Medic just took some of his dna

he doesn't talk much, mostly because he doesn't fully know how to, but also he just doesn't feel the need to talk a lot. He can hold up a conversation pretty well if he wants to tho

he liked to listen to people talk, even if he doesn't really understand what they're talking about

he's pretty smart for someone who's had a bird brain for most their life

Archie is also Aroace and has Misophonia

he gets startled easily, and is afraid of loud sounds

for that reason, he often wears noise-cancelling earphones

he often listens to music too, partially because he likes to listen to music, and partially because it's a more fun alternative to noise-cancelling earphones

he actually sometimes pairs two of those up. no noise, just music

he stims a lot!! he gets flappy hands/ jumps around/squeaks when he's happy and rocks/clasps hands when he's uncomfortable

he plays DnD with Miss Pauling and the mercs

Archie also likes wearing dresses, he doesnt really get the concept of gender/ roles, he just wears whatever looks cool

he reffers to pretty much anyone by "Herr" (sir) or "Frau" (miss/mrs). With the exeption of Spy (in my hc hes genderfluid) for how her he uses both Frau and Herr, for Merasmus he'll use Frau, for Pyro he'll use Herr, Frau and nothing (as in he just calls her Pyro)

specific mercs:

Medic:

his father obviously

you make a single hair fall from Archie's head, you're dead.

he's surprisingly a very loving father

he tries to teach him what ~little~ he knows about medicine/anatomy/healing

he infodumps about his projects to him a lot, Archie likes to listen

he teaches him how to read, write and talk, both in English and German

Archie assists him while he's working a lot; he isn't really bothered by surgeries, so he helps out in those too

Medic has so many of his drawings in his office

they talk a lot, he's mostly the one to answer his constant questions about everything (questions like "why is the sky") (Medic enjoys answering them a lot too)

they just hang out together most of the time, whether that's reading, watching a movie, going out for a walk, cooking, just talking and being around eachother in general

Medic genuinely cares about Archie a lot

Pyro:

Archie loves hanging out with Pyro

they make friendship bracelets for everyone

Archie and her play with plushies all the time

they don't talk much when around each other, but they understand each other perfectly

Archie is also one of the few people (besides Engie and Spy) that actually understand what Pyro is saying

they watch cartoons and horror films together

they draw together a lot too!!

Scout:

two dubious little creatures getting up to mischief. this is no good.

that being said, they do pranks all the time together

they get sugar rushes together and run around the base

they do karaoke together!! by that i mean they sing California Girls at like 2 in the morning

Archie, him and Pyro get together sometimes and draw for like 6 hours straight, listening to music/ watching a movie/ just talking

he shows Archie all the cool spots, like how to get to rooftops or good hiding spots in the base

Scout teaches Archie swear words "in secret." Medic isn't too happy about it

we stay silly :p

they watch action movies together

Scout used to make fun of him as a joke, Archie usually laughed along, but one day he was having a bad day and Scout pushed it a little too far and made him cry. He almost got killed for that

they do nerf battles together!! they usually get all the other mercs to play aswell, but sometimes it's just the two of them running around

Scout talks so much to him, because Archie doesn't interrupt him.

Sniper:

they've played like every board game in existence together

Sniper takes Archie camping, and they often hang out together in his van

Archie reads books with him very often, Mundy explains words to him and helps him read hard words

they also watch old movies! mostly comedies

for the two of the most quiet people on the team, they surprisingly talk a lot when they're around eachother!

they also play monopoly with pyro, miss Pauling and demo a lot! they all help Archie read the cards

he teaches Archie how to shoot from a bow

Spy:

Spy is too embarrassed to admit that he cares for Archie

Archie loves getting praised by him for some reason

he gives him headpats a lot

he's very careful not to smoke around him, he know Medic would kill him for it

Archie took his cloak watch that one time, Spy didn't have the heart to take it way from him because he was having fun

Heavy:

Archie was very afraid of him the first few monts, but slowly came around to liking him

they hang out a lot! probably not talking much, mostly reading books in the same room, it's their way of bonding

Heavy takes him on walks a lot

He teaches Archie how to cook too

he tries to be the best dad he can for him

teaches him self defence and how to use guns

he's trying to teach Archie Russian, but knows to take it slow, he knows Medic is trying to teach him two languages already, he knows it'd be too much pressure

you make Archie cry - he will make sure you feel as much pain as physically possible.

Demo:

him, Archie, Pyro, and Sniper play Monopoly a lot!

they mostly do arts n crafts together (carving shit out of wood, making animals out of wires n stuff)

Demo also helps Heavy teach him how to cook

Engi:

He's like a third father to Archie

they also hang out all the time

Engi takes him fishing!

he teaches him how to talk, read and write

he infodumps about his projects to Archie

he also teaches him how to code!

he calls Archie "birdie" all the time

he also calls him "kid/kiddo" / "boy" / "honeybee" / "darling"

(not in a romantic way, he just has a nickname for everyone)

Archie hangs out in his workshop a lot! sometimes with Soldier and Demo too, Engi gives them wood to carve stuff out of

Soldier:

Him, Archie and Sniper go camping every week

regrettably Archie doesn't hang out with him as much, because he is very loud

they still hang out tho!

he "teaches" Archie "history"

they play on girl-go-games.com together

Miss. Pauling:

Archie really likes her actually

she stays with him when the mercs are doing contracts and stuff like that

she also teaches him how to read/write/talk but in a proper way

like she gives him homework n makes sure he's making progress

not that the other people aren't doing it, she's just better at it i guess

She includes him in their DnD sessions! she also plays Monopoly with him, Sniper, Demo and Pyro

[evil-jennifer-hamilton-wb]

Last song: Currently listening to yoshis island things 04, a demo for yoshi's island by glass beach

Favorite color: Purple

Currently watching: The Walking Dead (S7), Spy x family S2

Last movie: Funny Games (2007)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy, a flavour that much to my frustration, can only be found at Sichuan hot pot restaurants.

Current obsessions: Returning to my web design hyperfixation, as well as a continued obsession with the game Rain World, and like the above, Palestinian history

Relationship status: Technically in a relationship, but I've been in a > 1 month long isolative episode, and have been a pretty shitty partner. I think i'm going to break up with them because I'm just not in a state to maintain a relationship right now. Sorry for that, I guess maybe it's tmi.

Tagging: @chaoticrushu, @antiobjecttaskforce, @kiiamn, @stims-4-breakfast, @irockthereforiam-blog, @riverkingmarley, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate. Ofc no pressure if I tagged you and you don't want to.

tagged by @hopalongfairywren (thank you !!)

Last song: good wife by mika bc i was having cq feelings

Favorite color: purple, brown, and pink

Currently watching: actively i am watching a playthrough of pokemon mystery dungeon

Last movie: the intervention (2016) it was really weird and kind of awesome until the boringass ending

sweet/spicy/savory: tbh im a big fan of all three. probably prefer savory though ?

current obsessions: dsmp. c!crimeboys. masterchef.

Relationship status: single the last time someone was into me i kept ghosting them by accident bc i was too busy playing among us

tagging @wetchickenbreast @lacystar @qjaiden and whoever wants to do it !!

[austim]

I Spy: Treasure Hunt stimboard for anonymous

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[momokori-cosplays-moved]

TMNT 2012 hcs uwu

1. Raphael, Leonardo, and Donnatello are autistic

2. Mikey has ADHD

3. Raphael has a knuckle cracking stim

4. Leo leg bounces when nervous

5. Leo learns fluent japanese

6. Raph also learns fluent japanese but pretends he doesn't know it so he can spy on leo and splinters conversations

7. the only japanese mikey knows is directly related to food

8. raph accidentally let his japanese knowledge slip after leo started suspecting he knew what he was saying, and asked him something in japanese when raph was distracted and he responded in japanese

9. raphael is secretly really proud of mikey and donnie and their improvment

10. leo's maturity is an act, and if he wasn't putting up a front he would act more like mikey

11. raph and donnie are both very insecure

12. donnie secretly wishes he had freckles like mikey

13. donnie needs glasses but can't get them cause he's a mutant, he's near sighted so he gets hit by projectiles more often than his brothers, and holds things he's working on close to his face

14. raph also needs glasses but refused to acknowledge that until he got splitting headaches and splinter noticed him not fighting as well

15. Mikey is the only one with perfect eyesight, since leo sits too close to the tv

16. all four brothers get migraines and hate bright lights

17. leo is the best of his brothers at chess, and raph is best at checkers

18. mikey suffered from mild seisures as a kid

19. donnie has asthma

20. raph is the most flexible, and is hyper mobile

21. donnie is also hypermobile but not flexible

22. leo is flexible but not hypermobile

23. raph has the best poker face of his brothers, even splinter can't see through it

24. raph is so good at playing along with his brothers' lies that even they can't tell sometimes

25. raph has trained with splinter the most out of anyone, learning to be good with many weapons

26. raph learns his combat best from watching others fight and has picked up on some of his enemies fighting styles because of this

27. Leo is a Nintendo nerd

28. Donnie is the most tech savvy, followed by Mikey, then raph, then leo

29. Of everything his brothers have said, the thing that hurt raphs feelings most was when they said they couldn't trust him

30. Raph often spaces out during battle, sometimes even fully dissociative, since he find battle therapeutic. It's his favorite way to mediate and work through issues

31. Raph has the best intuition, then mikey, then donnie, the leo

32. All four turtles get baxter stockmans name wrong on purpose to annoy him

33. Donnie is the least skilled with his weapon

34. After shredder fought the turtles for the first time and came home injured, when they told splinter he spent a solid 5 minutes just holding them, not knowing what to say

35. Raphael gets made fun of for his interests by his brothers the most of any of them and doesn't share his interests because of it

36. Casey is an adrenaline junkie

37. Casey is trans mtf

38. Raphael has the best reflexes and often catches things his brothers drop super casually but his brothers are super impressed by it

39. April likes training with Leo the most, but when she's trying to improve quickly she trains with raph cause of his speed and non nonsense attitude

40. Raph reads the newspaper because he's interested in the crimes of the city, he often finds them missions

41. Leo has the cleanest room, then raph, the donnie (experiments), then mikey

42. One of the few things that raph let mikey teach him is cooking, and the only things he learned were protein and carb based

43. Leo likes classic rock, mikey likes hip hop, donnie likes electronic music, and raph just likes music that's bass heavy

44. Raph gets really into it when he listens to music, drumming and dancing along, but only when his brothers aren't around

45. Raph and donnie can both play music by ear, raph only needs to hear it once to play almost perfectly

46. Raph plays drums, donnie plays bass, mikey plays keyboard, and leo does guitar. They take turns doing vocals

47. Raph is the most protective of his brothers and is the first to cry when they might die

48. Donnie has the fastest base walking speed

49. Raph has the slowest base walking speed but only cause he slows himself down

50. Donnie paces when thinking, mumbling outloud to himself

51. April taught mikey how to yoyo, introduced Donnie to rubics cubes, raph to infinity cubes, and leo to those anxiety rings (maybe a big braclet one though cause his fingers are too big)

52. Raph hates saliva, donnie hates snot, leo hates both

53. Raph cries whenever one of his brothers gets married

54. Raph cried the most at splinters death

55. Splinters death lead raph to leave the team and become a vigilante

56. Donnie the most embarassed about his crush, then raph, then leo, then mikey

57. Raphs love language is physical touch, donnies is gift giving, mikeys is quality time, and leos is acts of service

58. Leo hates being seen cry the most, then raph, then donnie, then mikey

59. Leo will deny that he was crying if you walk in on him

60. Raph and leo are the best team when it comes to pure fighting skill, raph and donnie are best when it comes to agility, raph and mikey are best for chaos, leo and donnie are best for Infiltration, donnie and mikey are best for destruction, leo and mikey are best for deception

61. If Casey died raph would wear his mask when on patrol so it's like when they patrolled together

62. Each turtle independently got the hamato family crest as a tattoo after splinter passed. Leo's was in his hand, donnies was his wrist, raphs was his shoulder, and mikeys was on the chest of his plastron

63. Raph has broken the most bones, then mikey, then leo, the donnie

64. Raph learns new moves the "quickest" but only because he practices the most on his own

65. All four turtles had childhood asthma, donnie and raph never got over it, raphs is less severe

66. Leo is lactose intolerant

67. Donnie keeps a med bag in the shell raiser with lactaid, inhalers, headache meds, and general first aid stuff

68. Raph is the most precise with his weapons, then donnie, then leo, then mikey

69. Raph likes to swim when he's stressed or thinking if there's no fights

70. Leo has the strongest legs and raph has the strongest upper body

71. Leo has mostly physical stims, donnie has mostly vocal stims, raph has a mix of both

72. Raph masks the most, leo mirrors the most

73. Splinter is a lightweight

74. Raph especially has nightmares about splinters death

75. Raph's nightmares led to insomnia and later him leaving the lair and becoming a vigilante

76. Raph loves weighted blankets, he also throws them at mikey to knock him over cause they both think it's funny

77. Raph and mikey are both really good at catching bugs out of the air

78. Due to mikeys pranks, the other three often team up to prank him back

79. Mikey finger painted a lot when he was young and left hand prints on his brothers shells, this is where they got their colors

80. Leather head was Casey jones before getting flushed

81. Raph secretly loves the nicknames his brothers give him but pretend it annoys him

82. Raph frequently ignores his injuries and his brothers won't realize he's badly hurt until he collapses from it

83. The boys were taught japanese as a first language, mikey knows the least, but the other three fall into japanese as the default

84. When the boys are tired the speak japanese instead of English, sometimes to April or Casey who just stare at the confused

85. Casey learned japanese quicker than April

86. Raph has ptsd from dreggs home planet and often has nightmares and insomnia because of it

87. Raph is scared of needles

88. Donnie will surprise him with shots instead of counting down so his muscles are less tense

89. Raph curses the most, then donnie (he gets away with it most), the leo, then mikey

90. Raph is his brothers biggest hype man when it comes to their crushes

91. Raph claims to love spicy food but has a huge sweet tooth

92. Raph and mikey will 100% bite if you get close enough during a fight

93. Raph has the easiest time flying with a passenger using the gliders

94. Raph keeps a very precise track of how many kraang or foot bots he can handle on his own

95. Raph is the default attack dog, leo is the default for stealth, donnie is the default for tech, and mikey is the default for distraction

96. Donnie likes to jump rope

97. Mikey and raph will both climb the nearest object when bored

98. Leo and donnie are function over fashion, and raph and mikey are fashion over function

99. Leo and raph are practically twins age wise

100. Mikey needs braces

101. Raph started training with as many weapons as he could get his hands on after splinter made them do a mission without their weapons

102. When raph was young he ran away from him to see if anyone would care

103. Leo and Raph are cancer, donnie is a Sagittarius, mikey is a Gemini

104. April is a Scorpio, Casey is an Aries

105. Splinter is a Pisces

106. Leo and raph are both bipolar

107. Pulverizer is allergic to the mutagen and that explains his odd transformation

108. Leo doesn't scream when scared

109. Raph has an entire sketch book just full of pictures of Mona lisa

110. Raph sketches mona lisa everytime he misses her

111. Mikey keeps Polaroids of his brothers dates

112. Raph is a he/they, bicurious, Donnie bisexual he/they, leo is a he/him gay man, mikey is a gendefluid ageo, mona is mtf, Casey is mtf pansexual

113. Baxter stockman is gay

114. Donnie has a tendency to book his brothers noses all the time

115. Raphael is the most sensitive brother

116. Mikey catches his brothers a lot, or tries to. He catches them princess style often but sometimes they fall to fast and both turtles just hit the floor

117. Donnie has the slowest recovery time in a fight

118. Raph and mikey can use their feet like hands to pick things up

119. God is a dj is donnies favorite pink song

120. Raph has an audio processing disorder

121. Mikey has a marble collection

122. Human au, mikey dyes his hair constantly, his favorite is his pink hair. Raphael helps him dye it

123. Mikey has audio processing disorder

124. Donnie has balance issues and uses his bo staff for support

125. Raph stares up at the stars a lot thinking about mona lisa

126. Leo gets annoyed by captions but Donnie needs it

127. Raphael bruises really easily compared to his brothers

128. Donnie has a signed bill nye poster in his room

129. Raph is the most ready to kill someone, then Mikey, then leo, then donnie

[tf2fansderogatory]

HEY GUYS ITS ME AGAIN LONG TIME NO SEE BUT im thi king about scout hes such a little fucker does anyone have any thoughts about him that i can then think about i am brainless rn

(mood abt the brainless)

before he was born, his Ma and Spy had a French song they would sing together. When Scout was young (and Spy was long gone), Ma would sing the song to him. To this day, Scout only knows it as “the song Ma sings” and will sometimes sing it around the base (whenever Spy hears him he just pauses and listens and then goes to his room to cry himself to sleep)

his first job was working at his family’s diner as a cook- he can make hella good breakfast food

if he were a band kid/could play an instrument, it’d be either bass guitar, marching tenor drum, or concert timpani

he’s deeply afraid that the only reason people like him is because he’s extroverted and high-energy and fun. part of him knows it isn’t true and can logically explain how, but the other- louder- part points out tiny little flaws in the logic so insistently that they become all he can focus on. he ends up having periods where he doesn’t really have the extra energy to keep up that loud, confident exterior but he forces himself to anyway, until he’s so drained and so burnt out that the most he can force himself to do is just get out of bed (and even then it’s mostly because he’s terrified of the others seeing him as lazy or a disappointment)

some of the others can tell when he’s in one of those periods and will do little things to try to help. Spy will leave small reminders for Scout to take care of himself- a glass of water in a place only Scout will look, a little snack out on the table at the times Scout always wanders through the kitchen, etc. Pyro will give him a large plushie, or give him a blanket and gently insist he goes to his boyfriend Medic, where Scout and Medic more often than not end up taking a nap and cuddling

he trans :)

he was the popular kid in elementary school because he could run the fastest

he pops specifically his thumb knuckles as a stim (<- projecting)

he once combined a Bonk! Atomic Punch, a Red Bull, and a Monster. worst decision of his life- not because it was horrible or he died, but because afterward Medic experimented on him for a full day to find out how the fuck he survived

quotes vines daily

[lexetordo]

Someone is going to gently tip his chair back, so that his weight is tipped towards those hands. Prowl will find a couple of datapads he's working on put into his lap. The chair's hover capabilities are turned on, and the enforcer will find himself being wheeled down the nearly deserted hallway.

Towards a mostly silent rec-room.

The quiet presence leaves from behind him, before a familiar black and white shadow returns with a small chilled glass of fortified energon, and medical gummies with necessary metals for the Praxian.

He doesn't attempt to engage him in conversation, but his field reaches out to touch Prowl's in silent companionship. Despite the fact that the rumor mill's theories that Jazz's mouth never stays shut- the Polyhexian looks perfectly content to bob his helm to some internal playlist as he begins to go over the Ops roster for the next round of missions.

There's no real sense of being startled in Prowl's field or expression, even if he does grasp the arms of his chair reflexively. He'd been content to simply sit and work, pushed forward by the sheer amount of stims he's been surviving on, but it's clear Jazz has other ideas, pushing him down into the rec room.

His optics find Jazz, watching him in silent contemplation as he's given the energon and the gummies, and it's a miracle his hand don't shake, so determined is he to keep from showing any sign of weakness.

And for several moments, he simply regards him in silence, doors lifting very slightly before lowering on his back, until finally the gold visor lifts on those intense pale blue optics.

"Have you been spying on me again?"

[vinnival]

Uhh I know its closed but sorry if this is awkward im a 5'0 choppy short hair i wear sliver glasses and i draw alot uhhh i like weird animals and games i stutter alot I am a lazy shit and I'm a coward also I hate the outside (because it scares me) uhh i get sad sometimes also my hair looks black at first but when there's light it's actually dark brown also i have social anxiety i think that's it but eh.

ah yes, caf !! you're very lucky that im ur friend but just rmr that you're not gonna get the "I can send something in when requests are closed" pass next time, okay? /nm <3 enjoyyy

You got a match! You're matched with...

Hank!

:)

holy fuck he do a lil shimmy shimmy u go lil man🕺🕺‼️‼️

ah yes what were you expecting

Honestly tho he just fits you !!! How neat

There are many benefits. To being short

You were hiding out in a library, your temporary safe space from the shitshow that goes down outside of the place

No one else in Nevada seemed that interested in books other than you but whatever it also helps that books contain paper. Which u can draw on......

you Also ofc really hated going outside bc its so dangerous and you really don't want to suffer, or worse, die

You were stuck here since day 1, when Nevada began breaking apart. Luckily, the library was right next to a hidden bunker! Full of food!

So you chilled in the library (which was actually pretty well-built for an abandoned building. as I said, no one reads books anymore really, so everything of value was taken but the books all remained

Well, get used to reading LMAO

One day you heard a crash at the front entrance, and you immediately fit into one of your emergency spy holes in case an intruder came

Your eyes fell on the curious intruder, watching the tall figure cloaked in black as they wandered through

"Who are you?" Your voice spoke aloud before you could think

The person immediately took a defensive stance, drawing a pistol and dagger from their body and facing it right in your direction

A squeak immediately followed

"Gods- pl- please don't h-hurt me-e!"

They slowly approached to your hidey-tunnel under the dusty desks, gripping it and tossing it aside to reveal your small frame looking at him

You two just stare at each other, you breathing heavily in fear

After a good couple seconds, he backs away and continues further into the library

Confusedly, you follow him, a couple steps behind in fear that he'll turn and attack

He didn't, only looked at your stacks of books on your favorite weird animals and picked one up, skimming the pages

You were so confused wtf was he doing

You were so lost in your thoughts you accidentally bumped into him again

He turned to look at you, and you internally freaked out, but your mind was preoccupied with one question- which tumbled out of your mouth

"What are you doing here? Who are you??"

He only kept his goggles trained on you, not answering your question. Then turned away again

For the rest of his time there, he just wandered around and looked at books, then he left

You felt kinda sad, you kinda wanted to be his friend. He looked lonely

But, the following days, he came back at around the same time

Eventually warming up to your presence with him, he spoke few words at a time

You learned his name, Hank

He seemed to be surprised that you didn't know his name

That's what u get for being secluded in a library most of the time tbh

He likes sitting in silence with you and listening to you draw

You barely talk to him unless really required, so you were happy about that

Can't stutter if you don't talk, ez win

Likes petting your hair, complimented it once as well

You've made friends with the beast of Nevada how does it feel to Win

Likes it when you draw him, it makes him stim like crazy :>

I hope you enjoyed it caf <3

[loussunglasses]

The set-up

Ralvez one shot (get used to these) tw for a small bit of angst but it all turns out ok!

“Emily come on! They’re obviously pinning for each other! They’re so in love!” Penelope pouted as she followed her into Emily’s office. “Garcia, just because they’re probably both into men doesn’t mean they like each other-“ she was quickly cut off by Garcia. “Emily Prentiss! Have you not seen the subtle touches they give each other? How Luke always has stim toys for him, noise canceling headphones? Special blue light glasses so he doesn’t get a headache looking at screens? That boy is in love!” She crossed her arms and looked up at her girlfriend.

Emily sighed, “I mean..Spencer is the most relaxed around him...he does always sit next to him when we go out as a team- or on the jet..” the more she thought about it, the more it made sense that they both had a crush on each other. “Ah...alright. Fine, we can set them up on a date, but if they aren’t interested in each other I’m blaming you.”

The only problem was, Spencer and Luke were already dating, they had been for a while, infact Luke had moved into Spencer’s apartment not too long ago. “Hey bello” Luke purred into Spencer’s ear as he came up behind the taller man, wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “You making us coffee?” Luke’s voice was rough and gravely from just having woken up. “You know if you keep talking to me in that voice I’m going to want to get back in bed with you.” Spencer laughed then quickly continued before Luke could make a suggestive comment. “-Which, is something we cannot do, because we have a job. A very important one mind you.” He turned around in Luke’s hold and kissed his forehead, handing him his cup of coffee before finally breaking free of his touch.

“I don’t know genio, we both have plenty of sick days,” he winked, then smiled when he saw Spencer blush. “I know, I know. No need to lecture me, it was just a joke.” Luke held his hands up in submission with a playful smirk before he finished up his coffee and followed Spencer to the bedroom so they both could get dressed.

“So, how we feelin’ today? Is it a sweater vest kinda day? Cardigan? Sweater?” Luke placed a supportive hand on Spencer’s now bare back. He always tried his hardest to be supportive of Spencer’s autism, and did whatever he could to make him feel comfortable, safe and loved. Unlike the other members of the team he didn’t think ignoring it was the best policy, although he loved them all, it did appall him just a bit, at how Spencer had no resources to help him before Luke joined and took that task on. He was pulled back into the present when he heard a timid voice. “..can- can I wear something of yours today? Don’t feel like wearing my own clothes..it doesn’t feel right.” Reid’s hands were gripping the top of the drawer so hard his knuckles were white. “Hey, hey bello,” Luke began to rub his back “of course thats okay, you know I always keep a sweater of mine clean for you. I’ll grab it, but first.” He gently took Spencer’s hands off the drawer and placed a stim toy inside his palms, relaxing when it seemed to calm Spencer down. He left him for a brief moment to grab the previously mentioned sweater and gave it to him, smiling as he put it on.

When they got to the bureau, Prentiss and Garcia were watching them like hawks, and Spencer just shot Luke a confused look before sitting down at his desk, quickly busying himself with case reports and other such things. “So how are we gonna do this? Fake love note from Luke to Spencer?” Garcia grinned up at Prentiss who just shook her head “Spencer is like, the king of dictations, he’d know immediately the letter is a fake. We should just set them up on a blind date, and if they don’t agree to that then...we need to leave them alone. Messing with their love life, especially Spencer’s is already a dangerous idea” Emily sighed but Garcia agreed, they would give up if the two didn’t agree to the date. Garcia would handle Luke, while Prentiss handled Reid.

Garcia went first, cornering Luke in the breakroom. “Hey newbie. Look I got a really cute, kinda nerdy but in the hot way friend who would love to go out with you, but its a blind date so I can’t show you his picture.” She grinned up at him, then looked confused as Luke’s face was one of worry and shock “Garcia this- this isn’t funny..how did you know Spencer and I were dating? We weren’t gonna tell anyone until he felt ready- he wouldn’t have told you he was so anxious about people finding out- did you spy on us or something?” Luke got defensive, almost snappy but he wasn’t angry, he was just worried about Spencer. “What? Oh god no- Luke I wouldn’t do that- I didn’t know- me and Prentiss just assumed you liked each other and wanted to give you the p-“ she cut herself off “oh! That doesn’t matter right now I can explain latter but Emily was going to talk to Spencer and-“ Luke was already out the door, trying to stop that conversation from happening. Spencer didn’t need to know that two of his closest friends had found out about his sexuality and relationship. However, he was too late. Because on Emily’s end she had called him up to her office when Garcia had Luke.

“Why- why are you asking if I want to go out with a guy? A guy who - who you just basically described to be Alvez.” Spencer took a deep breath, trying to ground himself but that wasn’t working, he didn’t want to be out, he wasn’t ready yet. Even if his whole team supported him which he was sure they would he wasn’t ready, that part of his life was private and safe from scrutiny, safe from teasing, safe from his team members knowing who and how he loved, it was so personal and important to him, he had just come to terms with being gay a few years back and he certainly wasn’t ready to come out to the whole team..but it seems like that choice was made for him. “Spencer- are you okay?” Emily asked, extremely concerned for her friend, but Spencer didn’t hear her, he was lost in his own world, his brain giving him the worst outcomes imaginable, and suddenly it happened. The lights were too bright, they made a buzzing noise that was like nails on a chalk board and he was now hyper aware of it. His stomach felt..wrong, his clothes itched and seemingly tightened against him like they might choke him, everything felt wrong, suddenly the lights turned off, he caught a glimpse of Luke looking pissed as all get out as he rushed Emily out of the office, guiding Spencer down to the floor so he could comfortably rock back and forth on his heels to the balls of his feet. “Spencer, bello, it’s alright..they didn’t know, they just assumed we had feelings for each other it’s okay, they’re not gonna tell anyone.” Luke held his hand out, and Spencer gratefully took it, counting his knuckles repeatedly as he began to hum, trying to calm himself. It took Spencer counting to 65 before he could stop humming and calm himself enough to speak. “I want to go home please..I need to just lay down I..I can’t.” Luke nodded to his words and helped him up, walking with him out of the office and to Luke’s car. They both stayed home for the rest of the day.

After a long talk with Emily and Garcia that night, Spencer had fully calmed his nerves, he still wasn’t happy that his two closest friends had found out this way, but he wasn’t scared or angry anymore. Infact he was quite happy, because now he could finally talk about Luke on girls night. ((yes Spencer goes out on girls night and no jj isn’t there i will fight people on this headcanon.))

[gravitycoil]

i hijack engis tech, I experiment on medics experiments and get yelled at, i eat sandwiches with heavy, i yell back at soldier but say nice things, me and sniper do father son things, Scout is my bf, me and demo throw beer bottles at the wall (hes intoxicated, im not i just like breaking glass), me and pyro make sounds at each other (we are stimming), Spy knows if he acknowledges my existence he will be killed in under 30 seconds by me.

[angelofthequeers]

Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Chapter 11 | Chapter 13 | AO3 link

“Which one should I wear to the photoshoot?” Marinette holds up two tops she’s designed but has never gotten the chance to wear. One of them is a loose, pale pink T-shirt with small black feathers embroidered across the stomach, while the other is a scarlet top that leaves one shoulder bare, paired with a black skirt. Alya’s face scrunches as she surveys both outfits, circling around Marinette to examine her as well.

“What would you wear with the pink top?” Alya says. “Because I’m kind of digging that one. It’s cute and sweet without making you look childish, and it doesn’t make you look like you want everyone to stop and take notice of you. Which isn’t a bad thing,” she says with a smirk, “but you don’t want to upstage the model, do you?”

Marinette pokes her tongue out as she carefully drapes her clothes over her chaise lounge, then heads for her closet to find something to wear with the pink top. “Well, I’d really love to wear those shorts I bought last summer, but it’s not warm enough.”

“Why not?” Alya says. “Just wear leggings. Then you can wear those beige boots you like.”

“They’re cream, not beige,” Marinette says, grabbing the pale blue denim shorts and a pair of black tights. She returns to Alya, who’s holding up the pink top, and she hums as she looks over the outfit as a whole. “I like it.”

“And I bet a certain someone will like it too,” Alya says, nudging Marinette. Marinette just rolls her eyes.

“Maybe that would’ve worked before, Alya,” she says. “But not anymore!”

“Aww, shame,” Alya says. “It was fun in a best friend kind of way.”

“Oh, go make out with Nino,” Marinette says. Alya gives an exaggerated gasp and clasps her hands over her heart.

“The pain! The betrayal!” she cries, collapsing back onto Marinette’s chaise lounge. “I am undone!”

“Darn right you are,” Marinette says. Alya rolls her eyes.

“Just hurry up and get dressed,” she says. “The photoshoot starts in an hour and you only got out of bed half an hour ago.”

Marinette sticks her tongue out again, but she obeys Alya’s instructions and quickly changes while Alya turns her back and changes as well. Although they wouldn’t be spending that Saturday hanging out like they normally do, Alya had still agreed to sleep over on Friday night, which Marinette is grateful for because she no doubt would have slept in and started panicking and tripping without Alya there to keep her on track.  Once she’s dressed, she pulls her hair up in a bun and, for good measure, sticks a pencil through it, both for the aesthetic and in case she needs a spare pencil while at the shoot. She grabs her usual shoes, her design sketchbook, and her purse, surreptitiously making sure that Tikki’s safe inside her purse, and heads downstairs with Alya.

After breakfast, they slip their shoes back on and dart out of the bakery with a quick goodbye to Marinette’s parents to head to the park, where Adrien’s photoshoot is taking place. The crew is setting up their equipment when the girls arrive and Marinette falters, her heart rate starting to pick up as she’s bombarded with memories of all the times she’s tried to sneak around and watch Adrien’s photoshoots. What if she starts being awkward? What if she stares too hard at him and looks creepy and gives off the wrong message by looking like she’s obsessed with him when she really is over her crush –

“Marinette.” Alya gently shakes Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette jumps about a metre in the air with a small shriek. “You got this, girl. He invited you, remember? He knows you’ll be there, and he wants you there.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Marinette lets out a small, anxious laugh and runs a hand through her fringe to push the hair out of her eyes. “You’re right. I just –”

“Marinette!” From within the crowd of people setting up for the shoot, Adrien emerges as if out of nowhere. She’s assaulted by his warm scent as he gives her a quick hug. “You came!”

“Of course she did,” Alya smirks. “Miss Fashion Designer here wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, whose smirk widens.

“Nathalie’s got a seat for you close enough to give you a good view but not too close that you’ll be in the way,” Adrien says. “I’m surprised she actually agreed to it.”

“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Alya says when Adrien gestures back at the crew, who have nearly finished setting everything up. “I promised the little devils I’d treat them to a girly day today. Face masks and mani-pedis and all.” She backs away to wink and shoot finger guns, then turns and walks off normally.

“Is it okay if I sketch?” Marinette says, holding up her notebook as Adrien leads her to her seat. “I don’t want to look like I’m spying or anything –”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Adrien laughs. “If this was a bigger, more important shoot like that then you wouldn’t have been allowed to come. I’m just modelling for a magazine interview.”

“That’s good to know,” Marinette says. “How embarrassing would it be if I got kicked out?”

“Not nearly as embarrassing as it’d be to be one of those overenthusiastic fans who get chased off,” Adrien says. “I don’t mind them, but the whole crew gets annoyed when they get in the way. Then everyone’s in a bad mood.”

Marinette forces herself to laugh through the icy water that douses her insides. She’s becoming more and more convinced that refusing to focus on her crush is the best thing that could have happened to her. Would she still be one of those overenthusiastic fans? She was never really starstruck by Adrien the model – one thing she’s certain of is that her crush was genuine and on Adrien her friend – but even she can admit that the giddiness and desire to be close to him resulted in some…rather enthusiastic actions.

“Here.” Adrien’s voice cuts through Marinette’s whirlwind of thoughts. She blinks and shakes her head, realising that Adrien’s stopped next to a black folding chair and is gesturing to it. “You’ll be able to see everything, but you won’t be in the way.” He leans in and, rather conspiratorially, whispers, “Just don’t cross Vincent. He can be a real monster when he’s trying to make everything go smoothly.”

Marinette giggles. Over Adrien’s shoulder, she catches sight of the photographer barking out orders to the crew finishing the set-up, and she wonders just how much of Adrien’s words are an exaggeration.

“Adrien.” Nathalie’s standing next to them in the blink of an eye, seemingly out of nowhere. “You need to go and get ready now or the shoot will run late.”

“Okay, Nathalie,” Adrien says. He smiles at Marinette. “Have fun! Well, as much fun as you can have sitting there and watching me make faces at a camera.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be amused,” Marinette teases. Adrien laughs and heads for the makeshift changing room, leaving Marinette alone with Nathalie.

“Adrien’s happiness is the only reason I allowed you to accompany him, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Nathalie says. “But if you prove to be a distraction, I won’t hesitate to have you removed.”

“Of course, ma’am!” Marinette hastens to say. She holds up her sketchbook. “I’ll just be doing some drawing. Adrien thought I might get some inspiration here, so that’s why he asked me to come.”

“Hmm.” Nathalie looks down at Marinette over her glasses. “Yes, I remember. You designed the winning hat in Mr Agreste’s contest. And you clearly have at least passing knowledge of fashion design, since you discredited Miss Bourgeois when she plagiarised your design.”

Something in Nathalie’s voice rubs Marinette the wrong way. She draws herself up tall and says, “If you’re implying that I’m using Adrien for his connections, you’ve got the wrong idea entirely, ma’am. Adrien invited me along as a friend, since no one else is interested in fashion like I am. I proved during the contest that I’m good at designing, and Mr Agreste didn’t know who I was then.”

Nathalie’s expression doesn’t change at all. Marinette just stays silent and waits for Nathalie to make the next move. Honestly, she’s not even sure of what else to say; it feels like one wrong move will give Nathalie the justification she seems to be looking for to cement a negative judgement of Marinette, although Marinette can’t possibly begin to discern her motive. Maybe she’s just protective of Adrien in her own…cold way.

“Make sure you stay in your seat,” Nathalie finally says. “If you need something to eat or drink, the refreshments table is there. Do try to stay out of the crew’s way.”

“Okay,” Marinette says, then figures that there’s no harm in trying to at least put Nathalie in a semi-good mood. “Thank you for letting me be here, ma’am. I know that you’ve just got Adrien’s best interests at heart.”

Nathalie doesn’t say anything to that, but she doesn’t look annoyed or any blanker, so Marinette figures that she didn’t make a bad move. After a moment, Nathalie walks off, and Marinette sinks down in her seat and opens up her sketchbook. Hmm. Maybe she’ll design a skirt to go with this top. She’s only just branched out into designing clothes from only designing accessories, so she’s not as skilled yet, but she rather likes how this shirt has turned out.

“There he is!” announces an Italian-accented voice. Marinette looks up to see Adrien heading for the fountain, dressed in a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black pants; it’s simple but very dashing, and Marinette’s stomach flip-flops so hard that she almost flails herself out of her chair and she has to settle for stimming by kicking her feet to keep herself focused on her sketchbook. Hmm. She could design something with a black and white base, with a splash of colour to bring it all together. Maybe a dress. Should the motif be feathers, like on her top? She could possibly make some sort of dichotomous theme out of that with the black and white.

The next time she looks up, still idly kicking her feet to maintain her focus, Adrien’s got a wide smile pasted on his face as he poses for Vincent. When he meets her gaze, his smile softens into something more genuine and his eyes crinkle.

“That’s it!” Vincent declares, frantically snapping away. “The joy! The passion! The love in those eyes for Mamma’s spaghetti!”

Marinette’s cheeks warm slightly and she looks back down at her sketchbook. Vincent must be living on a different planet, because there’s no way any of that had been present in Adrien’s eyes just then.

The sound of screaming jolts her out of her thoughts. Her head darts up, only to see a huge, amorphous blob oozing its way towards the photoshoot. Whatever happens to be in its path – object or person – is sucked into its purple-black, jelly-like body instantly upon contact. Literally the only distinguishable features it possesses is a pair of eyeballs squished into its…uh, ‘face’ at the top of the blob, along with a thin line that has to be a mouth of some sort.

“What kind of an akuma is that?” Marinette exclaims. Her heart leaps into her throat when she sees that not only is it headed straight for the photoshoot, but it’s also on a course right for Adrien!

.

It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. Just a usual Saturday! But now there’s an akuma – a blob – really, what is it? – heading straight for Adrien, although it might just be aiming for the photoshoot in general.

“Go! Run!” he shouts at Vincent and the rest of the crew, who are frozen in place as the blob approaches. His voice seems to snap them out of their trance, and they scream and start bolting in all directions like a pack of jumpy rabbits.

“Adrien, we have to go.” Nathalie’s by his side in a heartbeat with Gorilla, who reaches out to grab Adrien by the arm.

“But Marinette!” Adrien’s head whips around, trying to find where his friend is. She wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t invited her – she’s his responsibility – and if the akuma gets her –

“Your safety is our priority,” Nathalie says with a calmness that doesn’t suit the situation at all.

“Marinette’s should be too! She’s my friend!”

“She’ll be fine. Ladybug and Chat Noir will appear and defeat the akuma and save everyone.”

“Then why are you nagging me to get out of the way, if it’ll all be fine?”

But they’ve been arguing for too long, and the akuma is now only scant metres away. Adrien tears his arm away from Gorilla and shouts, “Marinette!” Before he can react, he’s being picked up by bulging arms and quite literally thrown across the grass, resulting in him rolling and coughing to a stop a short distance away from the akuma. His saviour turns out to be Gorilla, who is consumed by the akuma with Nathalie only seconds after sacrificing himself to buy Adrien a little more time and distance.

“No!” Adrien reaches out towards the akuma, as though this will be enough to save Nathalie and Gorilla; as though he’s Chat Noir, with Cataclysm at the ready, about to turn the akuma into dust. His shout has drawn its attention, and it turns to look at him with its beady eyes before oozing in his direction.

“Hey!” shouts a beautifully familiar voice. Behind the giant blob is Marinette, with her feet planted wide and her hands clenched in fists by her side. Her face is red, although Adrien can’t tell whether this is from anger or breathlessness, and a few strands have pulled loose from her bun to fall over her fringe and into her face. “Get away from him!”

“Marinette, what the heck are you doing?” Adrien says. His heart starts hammering in his chest when the blob’s eyes literally pop into the back of its head to stare at Marinette, who’s nothing less than an immoveable force under the akuma’s scrutiny. “Run!”

“You run, Adrien! I’ll be fine.” Marinette jabs a finger at the akuma. “Now, you listen to me! Don’t you touch him – don’t you even look at him – and if you hurt him, I’ll find Hawkmoth and I’ll march straight over there and take his Miraculous myself! No one hurts my friends!”

Dead. Adrien has to be dead, because that’s the only explanation for why his heart has utterly flatlined in his chest and refused to beat any longer. Either that or it’s beating so fast that it feels like it’s not beating at all. Looking at Marinette is like looking through a pink haze, where the sunlight has caught around her edges and illuminates her like some sort of angel sent from Heaven. She’s…glowing. Radiant. How has he never noticed before?

“Adrien, get out of here!” Marinette’s musical voice pierces the fog in his mind. He shakes his head and refocuses on her just in time to see her pick up a branch and toss it at the akuma, who consumes it as soon as it touches the purple-black jelly. “Hide until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of this thing!”

Adrien automatically obeys and clambers to his feet. He’ll do anything Marinette wants with that voice. “What about you?” he manages to croak.

“I’ll be fine.” Marinette tosses a rock at the blob as it begins to advance on her. “I can take care of myself. Just go!”

Adrien wants to argue, but the feeling of something small shifting in his jacket stops him in his tracks. Plagg! That’s right! He may not be able to do anything now, but if he can get away, he can transform. He can whisk Marinette out of harm’s way and make sure that the akuma never even lays eyes on her again. So, he obeys Marinette and bolts towards the nearest clump of trees so that he can transform, looking over his shoulder to see Marinette nimbly leaping away from the akuma in an erratic pattern while it tries to match her and consume her.

“Plagg, we have to get Marinette out of there!” Adrien says when Plagg wriggles his way out of the pocket he’s been snoozing in. Just saying Marinette’s name makes Adrien shiver and his insides turn to goo, just like whenever he sees Ladybug.

“About time,” Plagg comments with an odd smirk. Adrien can’t possibly begin to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.

“Huh?” he says.

“Oh, never mind. Just hurry up and transform so you can save your girlfriend and I can get back to sleeping.”

“My – Plagg, she’s not – she’s my friend!”

“Uh huh.”

“Claws out!”

[comfortmarvelimagines]

When You Can’t Find the Quiet pt2

yoyoyo sorry this took a lot longer than i said it would, i rewrote it three times and it STILL sucks but uh here ya go i tried

“Fuckfuck Mr Stark I-I think they’re dead! Ohmygodohmygod,” Peter crouched down, moving to shake you back to consciousness.

“No, Pete, they’re fine. Don’t touch them. The complete removal of stimulation when I activated the blackout protocol probably gave their brain permission to turn off… Or something like that. I’m not a doctor.”

“They’re probably exhausted.”

“Yeah, well, then, that too. Problem now is getting them and your mask out of the school with minimal pain to them and no harm to your identity.” Peter could hear footsteps in the background of the call. Tony was pacing, thinking.

“What if I just… Put them on one of the projector trolleys! There should be lab coats in here somewhere, what if I covered them with that so that no one sees? It’ll be like one of those super cool spy movies!”

“You know, for someone so smart you really are dumb sometimes. You are not smuggling them out of the school like a corpse, the last thing May needs is a call to the police station because you’ve been arrested on suspicion for murder.” There was a pause, neither of them knowing what to say. Needing to feel like he was somehow helping you, Peter bent down and gently pulled your hand from your mouth, now that you were no longer biting on it. It was still bleeding.

“I, uh, we need a band-aid in here.”

“That’s what you’re concerned about right now? Look, do you know anyone you can call, a parent, that can take them home?”

“Uh, no. Last time Ned called their mom when they were gettin’ really anxious and kinda stimmy during an assembly she… She kinda didn’t care? Like, she didn’t come and pick them up or anything, and y/n said it wasn’t too pretty when she got home… And I thought about going to the nurse earlier, to see if there was someone else, but come to think of it I don’t know who you could call. They don’t have anyone else, really.”

“Okay. Okay. So you need me to come and get you…” Peter swore he could make out the clinks of a suit piecing itself to Tony. “When’s the next class end?”

“Ummmm,” Peter pulled the phone from his ear, tapping the screen, “Three minutes.”

“Sweet. I think the only way you’re gonna get them out of there is if you take the mask off. Reckon you can get them to the front office in like, 90 seconds before hell breaks loose?”

He didn’t finish the sentence before spiderboy was out the door, phone in pocket, you in his arms.

***

The phasing out of unconsciousness was, sometimes, the worst part. It was like becoming aware of everything that hurt more and more acutely until it was almost overwhelming again, but not actually being able to do anything. The need to get out never went away. It was just paused for a second. Occasionally, you were lucky, and the pain wasn’t quite there before you managed to fall asleep properly, but today was not one of those days. Your head felt like someone had repeatedly dropped a brick on it. Nausea came over you in waves. As you became increasingly more aware of your body, other things began to trickle in; the muted sounds of kids yelling in the corridor, the hum of the lights (which, incidentally, were enough to make your eyes burn even through your eyelids), the click of a keyboard, adults talking- no, arguing, the smell of disinfectant and GOD these sheets were so BAD…

As much as you felt like dramatically waking up with a gasp and flinging of cheap blankets, like in the movies, the most you could manage was a half-hearted groan and weak attempts to pull as much blanket as possible over your head. The tapping sound next to you stopped.

“Mr Stark!”

You knew immediately that it was Peter. As much as you could tell he was trying to be quiet, his whisper-screaming wasn’t really cutting it. Another groan left your throat, this time completely involuntary. Footsteps. A click. Your eyeballs weren’t on fire anymore, thankfully. Still no way in hell were you about to open them. More footsteps, heavier this time.

“Hey there, kiddo, nice to meet you. Obviously not nice circumstances. Pete and I are gonna get you out of here, okay, but it’s probably gonna hurt a bit before we can fix it. Alright?” The voice hesitated, as if waiting for your consent.  “Oookay then. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Pete’s gonna help you sit up. Then we’re gonna get you out to the car. Pete said to try to touch you as little as possible, so do you think you can walk on your own?” You thought for a second. Your legs felt like jelly, but you didn’t want anyone anywhere near you. Even though it was splittingly painful, you managed a slight nod.

Peter’s voice sounded, closer to your head. “On three, I’m gonna hold your shoulders and pull you up, ‘kay? Ready one, two, three.”

Sure, you knew it wasn’t going to feel wonderful, but that didn’t make it any less stomach-churning. Dizziness took over and you overbalanced to your left, face-planting into something… Soft? Nice. Good feeling. You hummed in contentment.

Peter sounded like he was trying to muffle a laugh. “Oh my god, Mr Stark, they like your shirt. Good luck getting them off now!” He was still whispering, but it was enough for you to realise what you were burying your face in. Did you care enough to sit back up? Absolutely not. Apparently Peter had moved on, because he went on to ask if he could take the shitty school blanket off your head and replace it with his hoodie, so that the light outside would at least have some sort of filter. You answered by humming again, so he took it as permission. Better. Smelt like Peter. No longer wanted to rip the skin off the back of your neck. Somehow, the good fabrics helped to cancel out the other Bad things. The nausea wasn’t quite as all-consuming anymore.

Cool hands met yours. You recognised them- Peter. Another countdown, and you were pulled to your feet. It didn’t quite feel like you were attached to the lower half of your body, somehow suspended but tethered at the same time. Slowly regaining feeling in your feet, you shuffled forwards. “Good to go, kiddo?”

If inside the nurse’s office was tolerable, than the outside was a burning pit of hellfire. The disorientation from not being able to see from the jumper over your head was panic-inducing, but when you pulled it aside everything was too much. Flick right wrist, flick left. Click your fingers, twice. Repeat. The light on the ceiling, flickering. Like the one from the train. Make it stop. You felt like your head was imploding, starting from right behind your eyes. Get out. Need. To. Get. Out.

Peter was near you, saying your name, but it merged into everything else. Not knowing what else to do, he pressed his fingers to your shoulder blade to trigger you into moving forwards. He knew he shouldn’t touch you, but what choice did he have? Your eyes were glassing over and the only way to make it stop was to help you get out, seeing as you weren’t quite there enough to do it yourself. Rather than the jump that he was expecting, you followed the pressure; for whatever reason, it seemed to ground you a little. Tony was close, to your left. You didn’t realise how you’d gotten to where you were, but all of a sudden the fingers on your spine were pushing down and it was cool. Dark. Not completely, but worlds better than before. Now that you were sitting and it didn’t feel like you were spinning, out of control, it felt safe to pull Peter’s jumper back over your face. It wasn’t quite a blanket, but combined with your hoodie it was better than nothing.

“Hey, y/n, I’m so sorry about… Everything. I know today has sucked but you’re doing so well,” Peter’s voice dripped with guilt. You swayed to your left, nudging him in thanks. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, until the door to your right opened and Tony sat down.

“Everyone doin’ okay?”

“Shhh! You can’t be loud yet.” Peter knew the drill. No loud noises until you said so.  

“I, uh, got a band-aid.” Much quieter this time.

“Give it here and I’ll put it on their finger.”

They both leaned across you, making you into some sort of human sandwich. But the pressure was nice, secure. Despite what Peter would tease you about later, the disgruntled noise of protest you made when they moved off was NOT deliberate.

“Do they like deep pressure?”

“Ask them, not me. They can answer. Also, where did you learn about DPT?”

“Pete, I know people, read things. You may think I’m old but I know how to use the internet.” You felt the older man sit back in his seat, no longer talking over you. “Y/n?”

“Hmm.”

“Did you want us to sit closer to you again?”

“Hmmmm.”

“That was a ‘hm’ of approval,” Peter clarified as he shifted closer.

“What are you, some sort of y/n translator?” Just as he said that, the car started moving. Feeling you tense, Peter pushed further into you and you gave easily, falling into Tony’s side.

You’d forgotten how soft the fabric was.

It was less than a minute before you were out cold, in a much more pleasant way this time.

***

You absolutely hated how groggy you were after a sensory overload. Some Bad Brain days were manageable- far from comfortable, but enough for you to get to where you had to be and crash when you got home to try and sleep it off. When it got as bad as it had that morning, it felt like all the energy had just leaked out of you. It was strange. Even on the okay, the good days, you never really sat still. Peter noticed it too, that for once you weren’t even happy stimming or calm stimming, just humming.

The transition from the car to the inside of the compound was considerably less stressful than the one from the office. You were okay to hold Peter’s hand and tap with the tips of your fingers as he followed Tony into the elevator, up and down a hallway. When he let go for a second, to hold the elevator doors for you to get out, trepidation for the unknown in an unfamiliar environment began to set in. Without consciously meaning to, your hands started twisting each other, pulling, until the bones rubbed; an anxious stim. “Hey, y/n, is your tangle in your bag?” 

You shook your head.

“In your pocket?” 

Same response. 

“Uh, Mr Stark, do you have like… I guess you don’t know what a tangle is… Like, something they can stim with, with both hands?” Peter had softly taken your hands in his, loose enough for your fingers to flick and tap independently without hurting yourself. He’d seen how you used to come to school with bruises up to your wrists from stimming like that, and it was MJ that had produced a tangle from behind her book one day. Since then, they had easily become your favourite stim toy, your friends always making sure you had one in your bag, your locker and your desk at home, as well as spare ones on them just in case. Of course, it just so happened that now you had none.   

“Hang on a sec, we’ve got a bunch of stuff in here,” Tony opened a door to reveal a completely dark room. Illuminated by the sliver of light seeping from the outside, he opened a drawer from a storage chest built into the wall to show an array of tangles, tactile fabrics, chewelry, just about anything small you could possibly stim with. You felt the grip on your wrists release as Peter grabbed a bumpy tangle- the best kind- and handed it over to you before shutting the door.  

“FRIDAY, turn on the sensory room lights.” An entire wall of bubble lights lit up in response. They gradually changed colour, but you were too excited by the pile of blankets by the adjacent wall. As you sat down on the padded floor and began pulling one over your head, Peter found his voice again. 

“Dude… Where did you get all this?”

“I’m Tony Stark, I can get anything I want,” he paused. “But seriously, after Germany I did some research into sensory difficulties. I figured that if you were ever struggling with the whole ‘dialled to eleven’ thing, some of this might be useful. Obviously, you haven’t needed it but turns out it’s not such a bad thing to have.” 

As you soon discovered, the blankets were weighted, and between that and the calm lights and the tangle in your hands the sound of their conversation didn’t make you want to scream. You started rocking from side to side, legs crossed. The foggy heaviness was still there, but the good stims were starting to make you feel safer, more okay, more yourself since your brain wasn’t perpetually in flight-or-flight mode. Peter came over and sat down next to you and you threw yourself onto him in a hug. 

“Squeeze?”

You nodded in response. Somehow, he made it out under the now three blankets over your head and wrapped his arms around you. Peter was safe. Tony, standing awkwardly to the side and watching, was safe now too. Sometimes the world and your brain just weren’t quite compatible, but with friends like yours and people that got it, you knew it’d be okay. 

tags: @inumorph @autistic-patti @crystallstaircase @rebel-by-default