mental pretty normal

anonymous asked:

FINISH IT OFF. Dutch+Julie!


Okay but dude please imagine how epic their dance would be?!  Lindy Hop+hardcore ballet, my dude, WOW.  I… art can’t do that justice, ahhhh @o@

Let’s see, Julie+Dutch…….well for one thing, they’re a great buddy, and very loyal and a whiz at coming up with ridiculous, meticulous and surprisingly-functional plans.  They have a creative flair for thinking outside the box, but they’re also more cautious and fact-oriented than Texas’s craziness–so their plans are unexpected and kind of ridiculous, but with fall-backs upon back-ups upon fail-safes.


They’re also powerfully nostalgic and passionate about Deluxe in a way no other Burner fusion quite manages.  If Dutch every thought about it, he would probably assume that the powerful feelings of protectiveness and family love their fusion feels toward Deluxe is because of his family–Julie obviously wouldn’t argue, but there’s definitely more to it than that.

Their weapon transforms, the same way Dutch’s omnitool does, and is mostly solid-light projection like Julie’s–and all of their options are roundabout or unconventional.  Julie’s boomerang, Dutch’s bolo, hard-light whips,or plasma bolts that bounce off hard surfaces a few times before exploding.  Unpredictability is the best weapon in their arsenal!

Their hair is also completely natural, no dye involved, to their immense delight when they fused for the first time.  

anonymous asked:

Omg can you do taehyung Healer/Medic AU, 'Your mind is as clear as mud' PLEASE ASDJDHDKHL YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD

  • hexplosives!taehyung. spinoff of the fires within.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I swear to god,” Taehyung reassures you, (making an attempt at what seems to be) grappling at your arms and fisting your uniform with sweaty, shaky fingers. It honestly just feels like he’s feebly trying to slap your back, but after years upon years of experience in the medical ward, you’ve become particularly good at analyzing other’s actions. “I swear.”

You ignore your particularly clingy boyfriend because not only is he actually slurring his words into an almost unintelligible mess, he’s also got half his face (and a good deal of his body) covered in bandages, and–is he…drooling? You reach back and grab a napkin, quickly wiping away the dribble of saliva that was running down his chin. You wrinkle your nose and toss it at the trash can. Paralytics can do that to you. 

“From the way you’re talking and acting right now, I’d bet that your mind’s as clear as mud.” You gently push him onto the bed and he falls back without protest–once again, probably because his limbs are still mostly frozen and he can’t do much.

“Okay, my body may not be as fine and all, but trust me, my mind is fine! It’s clear and I can think completely–yeah!”

You roll your eyes. The medics may have given him the antidote and necessary check-ups, but it looks like the sleeping pill hasn’t quite kicked in yet. But it’s definitely about to, with the way his eyes are getting glassier and glassier by the second, glazing over with drowsiness.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problems with my check up.” You raise a brow at him as you clean your hands and rub a wet towel over his head. “It’s not like you’re going to remember it, anyway, and it’s just a brief check up. Nothing in-depth.”

He makes a whining noise and you guess that despite his best efforts to convince you otherwise, he really isn’t fine. Must’ve seen something particularly traumatic, or something bad happened. Maybe he lost part of his memory? Or there was something he learned about the enemy he isn’t quite comfortable with you knowing? Whatever the reason, you’ll figure it out once you get inside his mind.

“But you don’t need to–”

“Taehyung. Close your eyes.” He does so immediately, obediently, upon hearing your “no-nonsense” voice. You grin as his eyes flutter closed and, soon enough, he’s drifted off.

Carefully, you place a firm palm on his head and channel your conscience to his, linking minds through the physical contact. Slowly, his mind comes in sight. You navigate the busied, clearly jostled area with ease and grace, pushing aside old memories and looking for the most recent ones.

It’s quiet and dark, with an occasional flutter of the brain waves as his mind churns out dreams and visions in his sleep.

The memories come into view. You inspect the images and doors carefully, making sure to choose the beginning and not get lost in the midst. Then, you enter.


For all the fuss that Taehyung put up, the mission actually turns out to be relatively normal. Excluding the whole getting poisoned and rendered paralyzed part, of course. But it’s pretty normal, mental-health wise; you detect no mental scars in his mind nor broken pieces of broken memories (while there are a few false memories scattered about, you percieve nothing particularly vicious about them and leave them be).

He was (emphasis on was), however, harboring a secret. 

Of course, you naturally feigned ignorance after the procedure, not bothering to wake him up and letting him rest in the clinic. But, it seemed Taehyung on the other hand, came rushing to your office as soon as he woke up.

“Y-You saw it didn’t you?”

You look up from the heaps of paper on your desk, currently filling out a few reports of the mental health conditions of some of the patients.

“Saw what?” You give him a blank look, hoping it’ll convince him. It, inevitably, fails.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know!” He points a finger at you accusingly.

You sigh. “Look, Tae, you know I didn’t actually mean to see that. I was only doing my job, and my job was to inspect your mental health after the paralysis incident, because recent studies on that particular poison has been linked to deteriorating mental–”

“So you did see it!” He purses his lips together and frowns, but almost in a comical manner.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “If it makes you happier, I’ll pretend to act surprised when–”

Suddenly, without warning, a tinkling hextech box is hurled at your face. You catch it instinctively, feeling the sharp metal edges poke at your palms.

Taehyung cackles. “I still got you to look surprised without you needing to act it out!”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Nice.” And it was a nice indeed; you really weren’t expecting him to come and throw it at you. Hell, you didn’t even know he had it on him. You’d thought the box was in his bag, or something.

“Open it,” he prods, excited. You both already know what’s in it, but you decide to humor him anyways.

You release the seal on the box and it slides open smoothly, though not without a satisfying metallic sound. There’s a glimmer of light and–yup.

A giant, fluffy, alpaca plush.

When you’d ventured into his memories, you’d seen him poking the glass at a store front with a contemplative look on his face.

“What’ya lookin’ at?” his teammate asks.

Taehyung shrugs. “Alpaca plush. Should I get it for her? It’s so cute.”

“Oh, is that for your girlfriend?” Another teammate is talking, now. Taehyung nods. “It’s cute. If you think she’ll like it, get it. It’ll make an adorable surprise gift.”

“I-I was hoping to surprise you!” He sounds whiny and throws his arms over you. Into the crook of your neck, he mutters something about stupid poison and dumb medical procedures.

“Tae, it’s fine. I love it,” you say, smiling down at him. “Thank you.”

He hugs you, now. Tightly.

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