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Updated FAQ/Rules!

Now that I am reviving this blog, I think that it's time to update my request information. My stories will likely be crossposted on wattpad so don't be alarmed if you see them.

1. I am open to writing smut but only with characters 18 or older. If you request someone under the age of 18, I will age them up regardless of what you ask or just ignore the request. Additionally, I will not write anything too dubious. I am okay with bdsm, but anything that could be considered nonconsensual is a no go.

2. I will not write child x adult or teen x adult in anyway that is non-platonic.

3. I will not do real person fanfiction.

4. I am okay dealing with potentially triggering requests. I understand that fanficition is a form of escapism as that is how I coped with a lot of the abuse that I faced.

5. I am a okay with LGBT requests! I will write for all characters of a given series (:

6. I will take requests for oneshots, headcannons, or chapter stories.

Fandoms I will write for:

Criminal Minds

The Umbrella Academy

Supernatural

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Sherlock

MTV's Scream

Ouran High School Host Club

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Naruto

Jujutsu Kaisen

Twilight

Vinland Saga

The Boys

Demon Slayer

Bones

Death Note

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Wow! It has been 6 years, but I will be resurrecting this blog from the dead. It's wild to see how popular some of my writings became. Do you guys want me to continue The Psychic?

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cynefin (b. k.)

Part 1 (of ?) 

here is it on wattpad if any of you prefer reading on there:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/228436566-cynefin-k-b

pretty slow burn, follows the storyline but doesn’t obsess over every detail. 

   The Greeks often associated Amaryllis with determination because of their height and sturdiness. Determination was the only thing that kept Willow pushing through her everyday life. However, her motivation was often tainted with resentment toward her family. Willow Attwood did not push herself in her academics and training by her own drive. Her parents expected perfection out of her. Sometimes going as far to demand more than perfect often leaving the girl yearning for a sense of accomplishment. No matter how far Willow went, or how well she did in class, it never seemed to be enough for her parents.

   The other meaning tied to Amaryllis was pride, especially with the vibrant red petals. Willow often scoffed at the word pride. The constant berating from her parents seemed to stab a hole into any confidence or pride she felt. Pride was foreign on Willow's tongue; and meaningless as a feeling. The older she grew, the harder it was to hold onto the fleeting feeling. It was almost like wind blowing through her hair or water between her fingers. However, she hoped that the move to Mustafu would change things. Willow prayed that being accepted into UA's Class 1A would be enough for her parents. Deep down, though, she knew this would only be an excuse for them to push her further.

   Willow was determined to prove her family wrong. She dreamed of making those around her proud. Willow Attwood wanted to be the perfect child her parents longed for. She was going to make it happen: no matter the cost.

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   Willow entered the classroom fifteen minutes early that autumn day. Her body shook with fear, yet she never understood anxiety. The way the human body would react to normal situations with the fight or flight instinct was incomprehensible. She did not understand why her body would tremble at the slightest inconvenience, or why her body would seemingly forget how to breath. Anxiety consumed Willow's entire being no matter how hard she fought it. Her parents never helped either; they would rather try to train it out of her. Her parent's tactics failed to work though. If anything, the training and screaming had the opposite effect. Formulating an unending cycle of train, disappointment, yell, anxiety attack. A cycle that Willow assumed she would never escape.

   Aqua hair swished back and forth as she took a seat towards the front of the class. Regardless of how nerdy it seemed to anyone else, she always attempted to sit next to the board. This position eliminated all distractions making it easier for her to concentrate. She refused to fail her family any longer. The young girl was determined to become number one. Willow wanted to feel that sense of accomplishment that most of her peers have been able to feel. Her acceptance into UA didn't fill her with any sort of emotion. She was beyond indifferent. The young girl's parents took her third place as a defeat, and treated her accordingly. Most parents would celebrate even making into this prestigious of an academy, but her parents refused to acknowledge the accomplishment. Her dad chastised her performance as her mom muttered out syllables of annoyance and insults.

   Willow's yellow eyes scanned the room, taking in the other people there. The only one who truly stood out was a blonde kid with his feet on his desk. Willow laid her head down, fighting the sleep that she so desperately craved. The creeping feeling hit her like a ton of bricks. Sleeping was one of the only times the teenager felt at peace; the only time her unending thoughts vanished. Willow's momentary peace was interrupted by one of her classmates.

   "Take your feet off that desk now!" The voice boomed. Willow sighed feeling the familiar pounding in her chest come back. That is the last she heard of the conversation; her anxiety much better off without it. Willow only focused on slowing her breathing and heart rate- she refused to have an attack in front of people she didn't know. They would use it against her, everyone always did.

    Her head whipped up when she heard the gasps of her classmates. The sea of eyes stared directly at a green haired boy. The boy's eyes widened considerably as he stuttered out an introduction. Willow sympathized with him. It was obvious that he was consumed with anxiety over starting a new school. Whoever wasn't, though, probably lacked an understanding of how important these next three years were. Her brain halted at that thought, all effort towards calming down flew out the window. The young girl was once again overwhelmed with thoughts. Her head hit the desk again as her airway restricted slightly. The idea of breathing was alien. Her body trembled as the thoughts hit her. She wasn't too sure she could do this. Her parents were never going to be proud. She was never going to be anything more than a disappointment. It took her a few minutes to calm down; she almost gasped for air hoping to breathe: hoping that the class hadn't noticed her or her anxiety attack. She wasn't there to make friends. Willow was there to finally become enough for herself, her parents, and those around her.

   "-rational students would understand that." Everyone, including Willow, honed into the scruffy voice. "I'm Shota Aizawa. I'm your teacher." The freckle-faced girl scrunched her eyebrows shocked that this haphazardly dressed, obviously exhausted man was supposed to teach them. Lost in her thinking once again, something hits her arm.

   "Hey idiot, you coming or what?" The blonde spoke while handing her a uniform of some sort. Willow stood up, the only thing on her mind was doing good enough at whatever the enigmatic teacher had planned.

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   Willow sighed in defeat. Fifth place in the quirk apprehension test wasn't going to be good enough for her parents. Tonight's training wasn't going to end well. She'd be lucky to even sleep tonight. Her feet ached as she left the school grounds, only to be stopped by a certain greenette. " H-Hi, Attwood right?" She nodded slowly attempting to remind herself that friends are not important to her end goal. "Your quirk is r-really cool, and I w-was wondering what exactly it was." Willow gave in as she took in Midoriya's fear.

   "It's called Plant Control," she forced her voice to remain monotone, "I can generate plants utilizing my energy." Midoriya's green hair nodded in acknowledgement and opened his mouth once again.

   "Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from here." His voice gained more confidence the longer they walked together.

   "My -uh- my parents moved us out here about a month before the entrance exam. They've always loved UA and wanted me to attend." Willow's facade momentarily dropped. She cursed herself for opening her mouth any further in an attempt to remind herself that her making friends could only hinder her, or make her parents upset.

   But for once in Willow's very short life, she wasn't sure she cared what her parents thought. She weighed out the pros and cons; eventually deciding that there was enough room in her life for the young man walking with her.

   "Call me Willow, Midoriya."

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Part 3 of the umbrella academy series is epic, I tried to leave a comment but idk if it showed up or not? 👑❤️

OH MY GOD thank you so much love! I’m currently working on prt 4 but it may take some time. I have no clue where it will go. 

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The Psychic (Part 3)

A/N: Hey guys! I apologize for the really long hiatus. The transition to college was rather tough. So without further delay, here is the next installment of “The Psychic”. 

Not long after the two of you parted, Allison decided it would be best to call a family meeting. You vehemently turned down the idea, having had enough excitement for the day. The anxiety that left was once again hitting you like a train. “They aren’t going to believe me Klaus. I mean, hey, what are the chances of me growing up in the same exact neighborhood as you?” You whispered, your eyes glued to the floor. The familiar tremors shook your whole body; your mind going elsewhere. 

The snapping sounds took a few minutes to reach your ears. Your attention switched to the sounds. Your gaze met an all too worried Klaus. “You gotta learn how to stay out of your head, trust me. I should know.” You scoff, almost under your breath.

  “Ah yes, trust the drug addict.” You lightly hit the taller man’s shoulder. Almost immediately regretting the joke as your anxiety took back over. “I-I’m sorry if that offended you at all. It was supposed to be a joke.” You broke eye contact. However, it was Klaus’s turn to laugh. Before he could respond, though, the conversation was cut short by the sound of steps. Presumably, Allison had finally gotten the group up. The two of you strained to hear their conversation. 

“You mean, you woke us up for Klaus’s friend? Why is that important enough for a family meeting?” A gruff voice stated. You bit your lip, debating on leaving before they even get out here.

  “It’s not like that, Diego, but it is for (Y/N) to explain.” Allison responded. One by one, the familiar faces made their way into the room. Except one of them appeared to be a child. You knew who he was by looks, but were so utterly confused as to how he was not as old as his siblings.

  “Alright, Klaus. Why the hell are they important enough to wake up the entire family?” Diego snapped. Klaus pushed you slightly into the center of the room, as a bit of an encouragement. 

“They’re like us.” Klaus responded. “Go on, explain.” Your chest becomes tight as their stares bore into your soul. They all rolled their eyes. Your anxiety making it nearly impossible to even speak. 

“I.. uh.. I was born on October 1st. I spent my life isolated from the world, even from my parents because of my abilities.” You slowly gain more confidence. Though, your explanation was cut short by Luther moving towards you. 

“Yeah, like we haven’t heard that before. Please leave.” He continued moving towards you. “Or we will be forced to make you leave.” You start backing up towards Klaus. 

“You haven’t even let her finish Luther!” Allison exclaims. 

“We’ve heard this story so much before. People just trying to get their claim to fame. Don’t tell me you actually buy this crap?” Diego counters. Luther reaches out to grab them. 

“No, Luther!” Alison and Klaus yell, but it was too late. They had already made contact. Your face had gone blank, your eyes slightly glowing. 

Darkness was all you could see. It stayed like that for a few seconds until a picture of a ceiling came into your mind. You hear screams. The sight pans to what seems to be some type of monkey body. You feel their panic enter your veins. Your mind, then, flashes to the earth from the view of the moon.

“What the hell is going on?” Luther exclaims, drawing his hand back. You finally are able to break from the trance. Your eyes glued to the floor once again, as you try to slow your breathing. 

“I’m sorry.” you whispered to no one other than Luther. His forehead creases in confusion, not knowing what you were apologizing for. “Allow me to explain fully please?” You met his eyes, almost pleading. He nods and steps back. “When Sir Hargreeves came to my family, they refused to give me up. They thought I was normal, because I hadn’t shown any signs. That changed when I was 7 though..” You explain the same story you told Allison. Their eyes never left your form. You paused slightly, “So if you can’t tell, I’m some type of psychic. My father told me it’s called psychometry. However, not in the normal sense. It typically has to do with touching objects, but whenever I have physical contact with another human I see glimpses of their past.”

“How do you control it?” The younger version of Five spoke. 

“I never really learned. My dad tried to teach some grounding techniques, but that only works after a few times of touching someone.” You shrugged.

“What does that mean?” Vanya asked. 

“The more I touch someone, the weaker the visions become until they are nonexistent. For example, the first time I touched Klaus I was fully immersed. Every sense came into contact with what he experienced. The next time though, the vision was a lot less detailed. I could only focus on the big things.” You slowly explained. 

“Do you do anything else?” Five questioned again, seemingly curious. 

“Not that I know of, but having been in isolation and my family having no clue what to do or how to train me, I would say it’s a possibility.” You smiled at the small boy, finally feeling comfortable around the group. 

“How did you and Klaus meet, anyway?” Diego finally spoke. You looked behind you to Klaus, silently asking for permission. He nods. 

“Well, actually, I found him passed out on the street and couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive. After he woke up, and saw me crying, he demanded an explanation. Then, forced me to come here.” You summed up, leaving out the bigger details. “Thank you for allowing me to explain, and thank you for bringing me here Klaus, but I really need to get going.” They nodded in response. 

“I’ll show you out, (Y/N).” Klaus smiled. As you walked out Luther caught your attention. 

“You're always welcome here, I promise.”

TAGLIST: @garbagejay​ @marvelmayo​ @daughterofhecateandhades @shondlenoodle @darkqueennox​ @midiocris @chewingoffmyfoot @rachelscosplay @help-i-need-a-social-life @panicatttckiss @wayward-lucifer @sweetpeabellamyblakedracomalfoy @breakthru-rhapsody 

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Could I be tagged in The Psychic series? Love the fics 💕

Definitely, love! Again I want to apologize for the hiatus! Chapter 3 should be up soon. 

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Hi!Can I please be added to the psychic taglist?

Yes! Of course, I also apologize for the really long hiatus but chapter 3 is definitely in the works. 

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Idk what I was expecting for Halloween but a fucking my chemical romance comeback was NOT ON THAT LIST

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stories in the works!

ch 3 of The Psychic

an audrey jensen one shot based off of safe and sound

Gathering Ash rewrite

Spencer Reid slow burn fan fic

Also REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! IVE DECIDED I LOVE WRITING TOO MUCH TO NOT CONTINUE SO PLEASE REQUEST STUFF! If you have any questions about fandoms, just submit a question or ask.

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Whoa it's been awhile. Do you think I should start writing again? I miss it

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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener

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reblog if school has actually made you cry

like the stress, the pressure and everything ya know. everyone keeps saying like ‘school makes me cry’ and stuff but has it really made you cry bc i cried a lot of times tbh

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The Psychic (CH 2)

WARNINGS: SLIGHT HINTING AT DOG ABUSE

  After finishing your donuts, in a deafening silence, Klaus paid and the two of you were on your way. The night had cleared up, and the stars were visible. The wind still howling through the empty streets. Streetlights lit the pavement as you walked. Klaus breaks the silence, “You should probably know my family isn't quick to trust. They may treat you like shit, if I'm being honest.” You nodded your head slightly. You understood why they'd react like that. Your whole life you grew up secluded afraid that people would find someway to use you for your abilities. Plus, there was also only forty-three of you in existence, so the possibility that one not in their family grew up near them was insanely low.

  After a couple of blocks, you came to a stop outside the all too familiar gate. Klaus reached out and pushed open allowing for you to enter first. “Take a deep breath. They're going to grill you most likely.” You tucked your lip in between your teeth in fear of what may happen.

  You and Klaus enter the academy doors, and your nerves hit even harder resulting in you shaking like a dog. “K-Klaus, I don't think this i-is a good idea.”

  Before he could respond a female voice rings out, “Klaus? Is that you?” You instinctively take a step behind the lanky man. Footsteps approach you two, and finally you can see the face of the actress Allison Hargreeves. Your nerves worsen as you wrap your arms around yourself trying to sooth the tremors. “Oh! I didn't know you had a partner!” She smiles brightly. “My name is Allison.”

  “H-he's not my boyfriend!” You force out.

  “They’re cute but not my type!” Klaus answered in sync with you.

  “Then no offence, what is she doing here?” Allison asked softly, probably not wanting to wake the others. Klaus looks to me for permission.

  “Should I or do you think you can handle explaining it?” You bit your lip even harder and dropped your gaze to the ground. Klaus continued after seeing how uncomfortable this situation made you. “Okay, sis, don't freak okay? (Y/N) is already on the verge of breaking down anyway.” Allison's jaw hardens, taking in your shaking form.

  “Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make some tea and we can talk about whatever you guys need to.” Allison turned on her heel walking through the entryway, through what appeared to be a rather large living room. There's a bookshelf, several paintings, and some things common in every living room. The size intimidated you quite a bit. Before they got too far ahead of you, you continued to walk with them until you came across a small kitchen in comparison to the living room.

  Klaus met your eyes, and patted the wooden chair next to his. Your eyes darted around the kitchen trying to keep up with the pace of your thoughts. “Hey, (y/n), you're fine.” Klaus spoke just over a whisper. “C’mon. Come sit.” He patted the chair to his right again. You sighed, complying with his wishes. You slowly sat, pulling your knees to your chest with your heels on the end of the chair.

  After a few minutes, Allison approaches you two with two cups of tea in one of her hands and one in the other. After each of you took a sip. You began to explain everything.

  “Look. I-I know th-this is going t-to sound impossible… but I'm like you guys”.” you felt her eyes burning holes in your forehead, your gaze drops lower in response. By now you are fully staring at the table. “When I t-touch living things, I see what they’ve been through, or…” You clear the lump forming in your throat. “Or um.. What they are going to go through.”

  Allison laughs, “Okay, how much did he pay you?” You sink into you chair biting your lip. Both you and Klaus stay silent. “Wait, you’re being serious?” She laughs a bit harder, refusing to believe you.

  “Yes, but I, um, it was a mistake coming here Klaus. Thank you for the tea, but I’ll be heading out now.” You are fast to rise, almost falling over.

  “Hey, don’t leave yet.” Klaus almost begs. You shake your head back in denial. You knew coming here wasn’t a good idea. Klaus shoots a look to Allison pleading her to say something.

  “Stay. I’m sorry for how I reacted, and I’d like to know more.” Your eyes meet her brown ones. She smiles slightly.

  “Alright,” you mutter cautiously sitting back down. “W-what do you want to know?”

  “Tell me about your childhood.” You swallow a bit hard trying to get rid of the lump in your throat.

  “My abilities became apparent when I was seven…”

  “Hey Pipsqueak, can you come here a second? Your dad and I have a gift for you.” The young child quickly jumps off their chair, knocking over their homework in the process.  They are greeted by their parents standing by the back door.

  “Present! Present! Present!-”

  “You can have it, but only if you calm down first kiddo.” Their dad says.

  The seven year old, desperate to figure out what’s inside, takes a deep breath. “I’m ready.”  The white door opens slowly and in comes an older dog. They’re big and black with eyes as blue as the ocean. “I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!” A small hand extends out to the puppy.

  At almost the same speed, the child recoils in a fit of tears.

  “T-they hurt him momma. They hurt him.”

  “I had nightmares for months after seeing what happened to Maxwell.. My parents thought someone had shown me a horror movie, but every time they would hug me.. I’d freak out.” Tears were freely running down your face at this point. “They eventually stopped touching me.”

  You raise your eyes, meeting Allison’s sadden gaze. “I’d like to comfort you somehow, but the only way I know how is by touch. Is it alright if I touch you?”

  “Anything you don’t want me seeing?” You smirk though the tears. You both stand, as she speaks out again.

  “I believe you.”

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Update:

I'm super sorry guys. My mental state has been crap. I promise I'll be posting soon.

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I'm suicidal and also want to relapse and I'm so scared man. I hate feeling this way.

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I LOVE IT!

I’m so glad!! I was so intrigued by your request that it didn’t feel right doing a one-shot.