#dr. traum

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[curehanni]

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[sundove88]

Precure All Stars F: Group Photo Post Credits Scene

If PreCure All Stars F ever got a post credits scene, it would have EVERY SINGLE Cure and their Allies (Plus the ancient cures) gathering together for one final group photo to celebrate their victory ala OUaS (Once Upon a Studio). Also, a cameo from none other than the two newest cures at the very end!

(The screen fades to black, but then it shows Cure Black setting up the camera.)

Cure Black: Ok, camera’s set, and timer is going!

Cure Sky: Don’t forget to watch the birdie! (Attaches a little plastic Tsubasa attachment to the camera)

Chongire: Dr. Traum, you’re taking up the background.

Dr. Traum: Oh! Sorry! There we go, that’s better.

Regina: Ready to go, Echo?

Cure Echo: Almost! Now we’re ready. (Sets the camera)

Cure White; Ok, everyone! Smile and say “Magic”!

All: Magic!

(Black, White, Sky, Prism, and Echo run back to the group just as the camera clicks.)

(Cut to the group photo being hung up in Iroha Inukai’s bedroom.)

Iroha: Isn’t it awesome, Komugi?

Komugi: *Barks in approval*

Iroha: I thought you’d never say that!

(The End)

[okawarihappylife]

god has chosen for me that my fav character from hugtto is dr traum im so sorry everyone i need to see him naked

[aquarterasian]

joje cri redemption scene is so bullshit like yeah yeah sad story but like WHERE'S THE REDEEMING QUALITY IN THE PRESENT DAYS. like what he did with hana and THAT SCENE of other girls is so distressing yeah but that's villain stuff! that gets a pass! but like....not even feeling ounces of regret for doing those? let alone not even getting punishment for it? what is this redemption??????

i think he should have died

[twipsai]

ik some ppl dont like Eggman being a good dad to Sage, and while i deff dont think hes perfect or even close to great, i do think he DOES truly care about her very much. i always like the whole "big bad villain has an almost equally evil kid they love dearly" trope.

[minchananigans]

oh no, she did not just.... 😩

[sundove88]

They pulled this off!!

can we talk about the fact that DR TRAUM’S CURE FORM IS A FUCKING GIANT MECH SUIT LIKE HOLY SHIT

[kindaasrikal]

Absolutely everything in season 3 is furthering my opinion of how desensitised the ninja have become to things that are unbelievably tragic and traumatising.

That includes their reunions that i thought would be built up on in more private moments, their overall treatment of Jay’s situation, Pixal’s reaction to Zane being severely injured compared to Zane’s own lack of care as well as how likely it is he never told the others, and Lloyd’s everything, especially his ‘death’ in part 1 and the detached sadness and acceptance from having both Arin and Sora leave.

I think this is further supported by the idea that literally all of the new ninja are shown as incredibly more emotional, feeling grief and sadness more often/strongly than the others have been shown, as well as Ras’s justification for taking Jay in and making the ninja feel guilty in the tournament.

And i acknowledge the Ras was absolutely manipulating all of them collectively but he recognised the issue and knew its a sore spot but the ninja seemed really tired by the thought. Tired isn’t really the best word since i can’t think of another but it’s like the feelings hit but they’re just so used to it??

And i also acknowledge that the ninja DO feel guilt and regret and hurt and sadness, its more on the fact that they seemed to have gotten so used to it that they don’t really know what the appropriate way to react now is other than a quick ‘this is bad’ to another quick ‘this is getting better-aw man we gotta save the world.’

Its interesting to watch and see because they’ve still got their personalities, they’re still themselves beneath it all.

But its as if we’re finally seeing the actual affect of all those years of shared, continuous trauma.

It’s important to note that if the case was they all faced their trauma’s individually and didn’t actively see others suffering they’d probably actually be worse off, as people feel more safe and comfortable and at ease knowing there’s others who understand what they’ve been through. There’s also a possible setback to that though in that eventually you might place less importance or weight into the trauma you faced if you’re not told that this is still something that was bad even if others have gone through it as well. This isn’t something to be treated normally as if there was no trauma you faced, and moving on and growing doesn’t mean you become desensitised.

What worse is that people may take this and blame Wu, but it’s literally a cycle at this point. Who knows how the Fsm reacted or treated his trauma when i doubt he actually had many people he could talk to or even feel equal too. Garmadon is Garmadon obviously but the ninja haven’t been around him as often as they have with Wu, who was in the same exact position as them. Saving people constantly and sacrificing your own well being for the greater good, eventually becoming desensitised and not realising how you’ve begun to put less weight into everything that’s happened to you and therefore not as much weight onto other’s trauma as long as your alive and around them.

I mean have we ever really seen a big reaction to Wu losing his brother who he loved constantly over years? Not anymore. It’s equal to the ninja’s own reactions in the fact that they care and it hurts, but it’s mixed with a sense of familiarity.

Let’s look at it in the perspective of how they react or treat Jay’s whole situation. Reminder that i have not watched dr season 3 part 2, but i have seen some talk about it.

We all noticed how the ninja obviously do care about the situation with Jay, but they also seem so much calmer than most would think they would when handling such a situation. Not calm in the sense that they’re like ‘aww okay guess Jay’s lost his memory, we’ll fix that eventually’ but in the sense that they feel the weight of the situation on them and they’re just used to it.

And like, they are.

Imagine the weird effect that would actually have on Jay/Rogue because this guys has this trauma and its his ONLY trauma and its effecting him greatly and you have the ninja giving weirdly mixed signals.

Imagine Zane just going like “Jay, i understand what you’re going through. The pain and suffering of not knowing who you are will always haunt me like how it is you, but it doesn’t mean you cannot heal and grow into becoming someone you love.”

And Jay’s literally about to cry or crash out and then “-Anyways, i think theres a bomb in the monastery, do you wanna go fix that with me?? If not we can bake cookies instead later :D” as if he didn’t just drop the most jaw dropping advice and lore drop ever.

Man they gotta get some serious therapy the ninja might just die and act like nothing happened atp.

Season 3 part1: well.

MANNNNN this got unbearably long and it’s probably horribly written to the point I’m either completely wrong and sounds like a mess or my point just doesn’t even come across. Forgive me i have gotten lazy 🙏

[mywritesaremylove]

Shock to the System

Mark Sloan x Female Trauma Surgeon (OC) Post Season 5 of Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan wasn’t a believer in fate. He was a believer in lucky timing, a killer smile, and the power of a great suit.

And today? Today was definitely lucky.

The woman at the coffee cart was alone, tapping a manicured finger on her phone while waiting on what looked like the most unnecessarily complicated order he’d ever heard. Cinnamon? Oat milk? A caramel drizzle?

He grinned.

She had long blonde hair tucked half-heartedly into a claw clip, a soft, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and legs for days beneath fitted slacks. She looked like a lifestyle blogger wandered onto the Seattle Grace campus by accident.

Definitely not a surgeon.

Which meant she was fair game.

Mark stepped up beside her, turning on the charm. “You know, if your coffee takes longer than an appendectomy to make, that’s how you know it’s not really coffee.”

She didn’t even look up. “Or maybe it’s just how you know it’ll be good.”

His grin widened.

“I’m Mark.”

That got her attention. She lifted her head and pinned him with wide blue eyes that sparkled like mischief and caffeine. “Oh,” she said sweetly. “One of those.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Those?”

“You know.” She waved her hand lazily. “The ‘I’m Mark’ types. Strong jaw, smug smile, charming in a you-know-you-are way. Probably a doctor. Plastic surgeon? Definitely not pediatrics.”

Mark actually laughed. “Wow. That was… a disturbingly accurate personality autopsy.”

“I watch a lot of Dateline,” she replied breezily, accepting her drink with a smile. “Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Mark. Enjoy your lukewarm, personality-free drip coffee.”

She walked off without a second glance, sipping like she won the war.

Mark stood there, stunned into something dangerously close to impressed.

When he walked into the attendings' lounge forty minutes later, Mark was still thinking about her. Her voice. Her sass. Her mouth. What that mouth would look like saying his name—under very different circumstances.

Then Owen Hunt came in behind him and said, “Dr. Sloan, this is Dr. Cameron Blake, our new trauma attending.”

Mark turned.

There she was.

The coffee cart woman.

In scrubs. Hair pulled back properly. Badge clipped to her top. Looking tiny next to Hunt, but standing with the confidence of someone who’d held a heart in her hands and told death to wait its turn.

Mark blinked. “You’re Dr. Blake?”

She smiled slowly, like she knew exactly what was happening in his head.

“I am. And you must be Dr. Mark.”

Owen looked between them. “You two know each other?”

Cameron—Dr. Blake—sipped her coffee with that same smug satisfaction. “Briefly. He made fun of my order. I destroyed his ego. It was very bonding.”

Mark opened his mouth, but Hunt clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Play nice. She’s got trauma experience from Mercy West, Hopkins, and two years with Doctors Without Borders.”

Then he left them alone, because Owen had the social skills of a brick.

Mark turned to her, arms crossed. “You could’ve told me you were a surgeon.”

“You could’ve not assumed I wasn’t.”

“Touche.”

He leaned against the counter, studying her. She was shorter than he’d realized, but she carried herself like someone who didn’t need height to be commanding. She had this deceptive sweetness to her face—big eyes, soft voice, a smile that made people underestimate her right before she metaphorically (or literally) elbowed them in the ribs.

It was a thing. And now it was his thing.

“So, trauma?” he asked.

“Yep. Bleeding, guts, adrenaline. All the good stuff.”

“I usually try to put people back together without the guts.”

“Let me guess—boobs and butts?”

“Faces too,” he said, mock-offended. “I’m an artist, not a perv.”

She laughed, and it was a real laugh. Not polite. Not condescending. Just surprised and warm.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Sloan.”

Over the next week, Mark tried to get her out of his head—and failed spectacularly.

She was everywhere. In the pit, calling trauma codes with blood on her gloves and fire in her voice. In the attendings’ lounge, stealing the last clean mug and grinning at him like it was a game. In the OR board, somehow already on everyone’s radar for being good.

Bailey liked her. Hunt respected her. Callie said, “She’s a chaos gremlin and I adore her.”

Meredith, of course, said, “She’s like if Izzie had Cristina’s backbone.”

And that was the thing—she was soft and sharp, pretty and ruthless, warm and smart enough to see through every line Mark tried.

She didn’t avoid him. But she didn’t fall for his usual flirt-and-flatter routine either.

And that just made him want her more.

It finally came to a head on a Thursday.

They were in an elevator, post-trauma, both covered in blood. He had a tear in his scrub top. She had a smear across her cheek she hadn’t noticed.

Mark looked over at her and said, “You’ve got something…”

She turned her cheek toward him automatically.

Instead of wiping it with a sleeve, he used his thumb, brushing the streak gently. Too gently. It lingered a second longer than it needed to.

Cameron blinked.

“…Thanks,” she said.

He didn’t move back.

“You’re dangerous, Dr. Blake.”

“I’ve heard.”

“You pretend to be all sunshine and cinnamon. But you’ve got knives in your smile.”

“And yet you keep showing up.”

“Maybe I like the danger.”

The elevator doors opened. She didn’t move.

Then she leaned closer, just an inch. Close enough that he could smell her—coffee, shampoo, and adrenaline.

“I’m not interested in being another name in your phone, Mark.”

“What if I said I want to learn your coffee order instead?”

She stepped out of the elevator, walking backward.

“Then I’d say I hope you like cinnamon oat milk with a caramel drizzle.”

She winked.

Mark stood there in the elevator, watching the doors close between them with the slow grin of a man who’d just found his favorite challenge.

[baileypie-writes]

Male reader bing a former dark sage kind of character working for the villains of hugato precure, only for Hana to get through it them via being their friend.

Thus leading to a redemption.

A/N ~ Sure! And sorry this took so long. Also, Hana got through to him more by being friendly, or becoming his friend, if that works. Hope you enjoy!

~Turn Things Around~

HUGtto! Pretty Cure + Male!Villain!Reader

Fandom: HUGtto! Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Male, villain to Precure ally, dark mage

Relationship: Platonic, enemies to friends

Genre: Hurt/comfort?

Word Count: 864

Synopsis: After struggling with your place in Criasu, the Pretty Cure encouraged you to change your ways, and think about your future.

Warnings: One swear word(for dramatic effect), Cure Ma Cherie isn’t mentioned but she’s there, lowkey cringe(but in the Pretty Cure way)

~Masterlists~

~HUGtto! Pretty Cure Masterlist~

Being an employee at Criasu was your life, to say the least. All your days consisted of planning to take the Mirai Crystals, and to stop the future, as was everyone else’s.

Your motivation for doing so was also the same as your colleagues and bosses; to give everyone eternal happiness. It made sense to you. With time stopped, there would be no more suffering. So you didn’t think twice about your job up until recently.

A coworker of yours, Dr. Traum, had created an android by the name of Ruru. While the two of you were seemingly opposites; her being the result of science, and you being a mage, you actually became pretty close. Though you never considered her a friend, since you assumed she couldn’t feel emotions like friendship and love.

That guess would be proven wrong once the Pretty Cure team had successfully reformed her; turning Ruru into one of their own. The android— now Cure Amour— was much more happy and friendly than she ever was working for Craisu. That only made you question yourself.

The thought on whether or not the company’s goal was for the best weighed on your mind. But you didn’t have anything else in your life, so you had no other choice but to continue.

~~~~

“Crud.” You said through gritted teeth.

Once again, the Pretty Cure had effortlessly defeated your Oshimaida. You honestly couldn’t tell if they were getting better, or if you were just getting worse.

“(name)!” Cure Yell called out to you.

You shuffled back, prepared for a fight. “What?” You sneered.

“We don’t have to do this!” Cure Ange said, giving you a sorrowful look.

You scoffed. “Uh-huh. Okay.” You said with an eye roll. You were a bit disappointed that she couldn’t come up with anything more creative. “If you wanna ‘reform’ me, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Forming your hand into a claw like shape, a ball of energy began growing out of your palm.

The Pretty Cure immediately got into a fighting stance; ready to stop your attack.

With a grunt, you launched the energy their way. But it only managed to go a few feet, before hitting the ground— disintegrating.

“Augh! Damn it!” You shouted angrily. Tiny spurts of dark mist erupted from your fingertips; a clear sign of your frustration.

“He’s losing his powers…” Cure Etoile inquired.

“No…” Cure Yell breathed out a realization. “He just doesn’t wanna fight.”

You looked up at her, brows furrowed. “Bullcrap.” You spat.

“No, she’s right.” Cure Amour said.

Just looking at the girl made your heart hurt. You’ve known her since her creation. And now there she was, fighting against you.

“My scans show an abundance of magic from within his body— more than enough to result in a powerful attack.” She explained. “But it appears he’s not letting himself use it.”

Your fist clenched. You wanted to shout something back, but you couldn’t think of anything. And this was simply because you knew they were right.

“(name).” Cure Yell began walking towards you. “We both know that stopping time is wrong, and that it won’t solve anything.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? Quit my job? It’s not that easy.” You snapped. “You don’t understand how hard being an adult is like.”

“But I will.” She said softly. She looked out into the distance— seemingly imagining. “I’m gonna grow up to be a cool woman one day. That’s my dream for the future.” Her eyes met with yours. “What about yours?”

Her question made you pause for a bit. “I dunno.”

She smiled. “That’s okay! But remember, the sky’s the limit! You can do anything! You can be anything!” Finally reaching you, she clasped both your hands in hers.

Though her optimism was overly intense, you couldn’t help but feel a bit encouraged. You began wondering if the future could actually be that great. “You’re really that sure I can turn things around, aren’t you?” You chuckled.

“Of course!” She thrusted her hands into the air— yours along with them. “Hooray! Hooray! (name)!” Her pom-pom like wrist bands shook as she cheered. You couldn’t help but smile.

Looking back at the other Pretty Cure, you saw hope in their eyes. Each one of them gave you expressions of pure kindness and acceptance. You focused on Ruru specifically. Her face showed so much emotion that you’d never seen prior to her joining the team. It was clear that doing so had truly changed her for the better.

“(name)?” She asked for any kind of response.

After giving a final scan of the girls’ hopeful faces, you gave them your answer. “I think I have some former colleagues to reunite with. I should see how they’re doing since leaving the company. Maybe they can give me some advice.”

Everyone cheered, and ran towards you. Being swarmed by the colorful group of girls was a bit overwhelming, but in a good way.

You felt somebody hug you from the side. You heard her speak before you could wonder who it was.

“I missed you, (name).” Ruru said.

You smiled, and hugged her back. “Missed you too, kid.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

~~baileypie-writes

[curehanni]

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[cherry-posts]

DIE STARKE FRAU

Sie ist sich ihrer Kraft bewusst!

Sie kann selbst stehen, gehen und bei Bedarf auch andere halten ohne dabei Schaden zu nehmen!

Ihre Ängste verdrängt sie nicht und erlaubt sich auch, schwach zu sein. Und sie gibt keinem anderen Macht!

Eine starke Frau wartet nicht auf bessere Zeiten, Zufälle oder den Märchenprinzen.

Sie hat erkannt, dass sie für alles verantwortlich ist was sie tut oder unterlässt.

Das Drehbuch ihres Lebens schreibt sie selbst

und führt kreativ Regie. Wenn es sein muss frech, frei, anders!!!

Die starke Frau steht nach Niederlagen auf, schüttelt stolz den Staub vom Kleid und belohnt sich für ihren Mut.

Sie ist bereit das Leben nicht nur zu träumen, sondern - endlich - ihren Traum zu leben.

Eine Frau, die sich achtet, schleppt anstehende Probleme nicht jahrelang mit, sondern bemüht sich um sinnvolle Lösungen.

Eine starke Frau ist nicht zwanghaft abhängig von Schminke, Kleidung, Frisur oder dem Kiloanzeiger der Waage! Aber sie legt Wert darauf, das Beste aus sich zu machen.

Eine starke Frau schreibt Ihre Geschichte selbst ...♡...

[Prof. Dr. Rotraud A. Perner, danke

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~Shadow - Light and Love

[dreadbythedecade]

Dread by the Decade: 1930s Horror (Pt. I)

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Dracula (1931 | USA): two men must defeat a powerful vampire. ★★★★½

Frankenstein (1931 | USA): a scientist unnaturally creates life. ★★★★★

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931 | USA): a potion turns a doctor into a violent sadist. ★★★★

M (1931 | Germany): the people of Berlin search for a child murderer. ★★★★★

Freaks (1932 | USA): sideshow performers save their friend from a cruel woman. ★★★★

Island of Lost Souls (1932 | USA): a man is stranded on a mad scientist’s island. ★★★★

The Most Dangerous Game (1932 | USA): a count hunts people for sport. ★★

The Mummy (1932 | USA): archeologists dig up a mummy. ★★½

The Old Dark House (1932 | USA): people shelter in a strange home. ★★★½

Vampyr – Der Traum des Allan Gray (1932 | Germany): a man must save women from a vampire’s curse. ★★★

[kuinaminku]

i was debating posting this but i’m planning on including this lore in a fic so . fuck it . here’s an explanation of my glinda ethnic minority headcanon featuring some completely made up worldbuilding i did for the hell of it

the in depth explanation is below the cut but if you’re lazy like me

TL;DR: glinda’s mother Larena Upland is “west gillikinese”, a Unionist practicing ethnic group belonging to the major colonial power in Gillikin. her father, Highmuster, is eastern gillikinese, an ethnic minority and married up into nobility and assimilated into Unionist/western gillikin culture and this gives glinda her Complex™️

OKAY. so . the history part of it. bare with me for any inconsistencies with book lore im not good with keeping track of that. Anyways! long before the Wizard came to Oz, Gillikin was mostly Lurlinist, especially concentrated near Mount Runcible due to its religious significance, but a lot of them were also concentrated in the East (think Lake Chorge and Great Gillikin Forest).

The Unionists were mostly concentrated in the Southwest, with the West Gillikinese being a distinct ethnic group. Over the course of time the West Gillikinese began to settle the East, vying for resources and also to spread Unionism, essentially cementing themselves as the colonial power in Gillikin

So fast forward to present Oz … in the West, you have the richer cities like Shiz, and you also have the dairy farm towns like Frottica. In my mind the Pertha Hills cities are inhabited by a lot of mixed and East Gillikinese immigrant families due to many coming over for work or for religious reasons. In the East, you have the mining towns like Traum that are closer to the Glikkus mines and aren’t really centers of commerce and industry like Shiz or the Pertha Hills.

Lake Chorge is a popular vacation spot for a lot of West Gillikinese families, but there’s a distinct divide between the settler vacationers and the people who’d actually been living there for generations. naturally there’s also a class divide

West Gillikese people are what the book tells us “Gillikinese” are like— blonde haired, blue eyed, typically rich

East Gillikinese people have red, curly hair, and shorter statures (my explanation for this is because they border Munchkinland and the Glikkus teehee)

because i’m bad with cardinal directions i decided to name west of Gillikin “New Gillikin” (since it is the center of industry and new developments) and the East “Old Gillikin” (since it. Isn’t . lol. also this ties in later with a line Glinda has in the book)

New Gillikin people are also referred to as

- just “Gillikin”

- Westsiders

Whereas Old Gillikin people are sometimes referred to as

- Eastsiders

- Madelines (from the mountain range)

SOOO… here’s where glinda comes into this. from what we know of glinda and her family from the books:

- she comes from Frottica, which is a bit more rural than the other Gillikin cities. Perhaps a dairy farm?

- She’s from “nobility” but only on her mother’s side (The Uplands). I think it’s implied her father had to marry up?

- She has this insatiable desire to perform and constantly overcompensates

so. in my crazy autism powered mind . Glinda’s father Highmuster, an Eastsider from Lake Chorge, met Larena, her mother, when her family was on vacation when she was very young. They fell in love, but the Uplands were notttt approving of the relationship at all and Larena ran away in her 20s to be with him. as a result her family cut her ass off and didn’t reconnect or allow her access to her family’s status (or their money) until years after and it kind of traumatized her for life and she passed so much of that down onto her daughter 😭😭😭

her dad, on the other hand, converted to Unionism and assimilated for the sake of his wife and his family, but he still yearns for his childhood and his own damn culture and kind of influences Glinda’s Eastsider side

Glinda grows up in rural Frottica— a city with Eastside influence and remnants of Gillikin culture, but her father’s internalized xenophobia and her mother’s For Real xenophobia makes her suppress that side of herself HARDDD. her culture reminds her of her childhood and reminds her of her dad but her mom gives her a really bad Complex about it

- her hair is naturally strawberry blonde and super curly but she dyes it bleach blonde to fit in

- she’s insecure about her height

but in ways glinda also kind of yearns for it? her name is Unionist but she’s insistent on people using the “proper Old Gillikinese pronunciation” for it in the book . in my hc this is a deliberate Eastside spelling of her name her dad fought for her to have

anyways i’m kind of really bad at explaining this nor am i really good at world building but the long and short of it is that glinda is “othered” in some way but has internalized beliefs and hatred towards herself and her heritage and feels the need to perform to maintain her privilege . which puts her at odds with Elphie and i think informs a lot of her… Choices later on in the story

ermmmm yeah that’s about it . if u have any questions or feedback feel free to ask