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[lavender-romancer]

The Bug Collector

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Tommy's obsession with thinking something is always out to get him begins to manifest in an irrational fear

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You tried your best to create the best environment for Tommy to feel safe in your little small heath terrace house. He often felt safer there than in the lonely halls of Arrow House where any number of wrongdoers could be hiding. There was hardly enough space for two people at your house, let alone someone out to get Tommy. But regardless, he developed a...fear unrelated to the situation. You were convinced it was a way to regress into some kind of juvenile state of safety, the fears were usually childlike. Unlike anything else in his life, you could protect him from these inconsequential things inside your own space.

"Y/n!" Tommy yelled from the next room and you ran in, ready with a mug in your hand.

"What is it?" You asked and he pointed to the corner of the room near the gramophone.

A small bodied spider with spindly legs was inspecting the area and whether it would make a good home. The innocence of house insects always amazed you, they never bothered you, not really anyways. They make their homes, feed off nuisances like flies and add a very aged feeling to a home. Spiders were probably one of your favourite insects of them all, the variation in the type of webs they create was enough to amaze you. You smiled softly at Tommy who looked terrified before gently scooping up the spider.

"Open the front door for me," you asked him and he almost ran past you to open the door (to get past the spider as quickly as possible.)

You walked down the road a little before placing the little spider down on the pavement. It stayed there for a moment, gazing up at you in fear or awe- you were never sure. Whilst Tommy would sooner shoot the bugs that surrounded your home, you wouldn't have it. You always wanted an insect for a pet when you were younger so killing them would be unacceptable but if it made Tommy happy you didn't mind. He deserved to feel comforted as much as possible after everything he had done for you.

"Come on, my love. Let's go inside." You said as you walked back to your front door.

Tommy sat down on the sofa and you perched next to him, kissing him on the temple and rubbing his thigh. He lent his head on your shoulder and sighed.

"If you ever reveal the insanely emasculating fact that I'm scared of bugs, I might just have to kill you." He joked and you smiled before putting an arm around him.

"Don't worry lovely, I won't ever let you feel like something is out to get you." You kissed his head and cuddled him closer to you.

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[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 54. you didn't.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

If the night at Bucky's had been an isolated incident, I wouldn't have thought much about it. Unfortunately, in the days that have followed, things have only seemed to get more and more difficult for Willa.

It started the following morning, when I woke up around 5:00am to find the little girl in the bed next to me, bawling her eyes out. I had quickly switched on the bedside lamp, checking her over to see what was the matter, and I found her to be in the grips of a seemingly hellish night terror. She had no mind channel open, no crimson glow, so there was no way for me to know what she was dreaming of. Immediately, I had gathered her in my arms, rocking and soothing her as best I could while simultaneously hoping to rouse her from her torturous sleep. But it was no use; she was far too deep in the nightmare to break free. She flailed and sobbed and sputtered incoherently for hours, and all I could do was hold her and watch. By the time 7:00am rolled around, she finally woke up, and at that point she was inconsolable.

I couldn't get anything out of her that entire morning. She had fought her way out of my arms and crawled deep under my blankets, and I simply had no heart to remove her. I tried coaxing her out with the promise of cuddles, breakfast, and even her favorite movie, but nothing worked. Eventually, I decided to leave her alone and let her determine when she felt safe to come out, but she ended up staying there for most of the day. When she did finally emerge, she was a puddle of tears, her eyes begging for comfort and reassurance. But at the same time, she wouldn't let me come anywhere near her. When bedtime came around again, I offered to let her sleep with me in my room for another night, and she surprised me greatly by agreeing to it.

Through the night, she had another horrific nightmare, one so terrifying that it sent her jumping out of the bed in fear when she awoke. As soon as she saw me waiting for her with the lamp on, a deeply concerned expression drawn on my face, she grew so afraid of being punished that she began hyperventilating, eventually passing out from her compromised airflow. In the agonizing process of her panic attack, she wet herself again, and it was at that point that I decided I needed to speak with Jenny.

"Did anything happen in the days leading up to her shift in behavior that might've been cause for such a regression?" the mild young lady asks as she sits across from me in the living room. Resting back against the soft cushions of the sofa, I pick apart the past week in my mind, ultimately unable to identify anything.

"No," I sigh with a shake of my head. "There were small incidents here and there, but that's always the way it's been with her. Nothing major happened, at least, not that I can think of." It's now later in the morning, and Jenny and I are wrapping up a last-minute session I requested while Willa plays in her room. The doctor started off speaking with the child herself, but after half an hour or so of not getting much response at all, she decided to come out and work with me instead.

"I see," Jenny notes, scribbling something down on her legal pad. Closing up her pen, she brings her eyes up to meet mine, a familiar sense of warmth and patience lingering in her gaze. "Steve, with everything that Willa's gone through, her road to recovery isn't going to be as smooth as any of us would like it to be." I nod, not sure where the doctor could be going with a statement like that. "And even though things seem like they're getting worse with her, this is actually a pattern that's seen quite frequently with survivors of abuse and trauma who've recently escaped. Willa's body and mind were suppressing a lot of emotions, a lot of fear during her captivity, and even at the tower due to the things Tony did; her system couldn't handle addressing these feelings, so it shut them out. Now that she's in a truly safe place, with a safe person who only loves her and takes care of her, those things are beginning to show themselves because it's safe for them to." A wave of relief washes over me as the woman finishes her explanation, and I let out a deep hum.

"So this... is normal?" I ask. She nods.

"It's a difficult part of the process, since it might seem to both of you like things are getting worse when they should be getting better, but it's really just a sign that her body and mind are ready to start doing some deeper repair."

"I see. That's..." my voice trails off as I bring a hand up to brush through my hair. "That's so good to hear," I finish honestly. "I was really worried that I had done something wrong, or was messing up in some way."

"I don't think you need to worry about that, Steve, not at all. You're doing a phenomenal job with Willa. She just adores you." A faint smile crosses my face as I think of the little girl, and how much love and care I hold for her in my heart as well. "As far as dealing with her new or returning behavior, I'd recommend allowing her to get it out, as much as you possibly can. A big part of her might just need to respond in the way her body originally wanted to. She might need to go through the act of being scared or crying or getting sick, since those were all responses that were made impossible for her up until now. In regards to the increased accidents, it's a very common indicator of sexual trauma in children. I know it's frustrating, but try to be as patient with her about it as you can."

"No, no- it's not even frustrating," I assure her quickly, meaning the words with all my heart. "Really, it's not. It's not a hassle when it happens, not at all; it just makes me so worried."

"I know it's alarming to see her regressing in that sense, but it's totally normal and shouldn't pose an issue permanently as long as she remains in a safe environment where she isn't violated sexually. We're just meeting her where she's at, if that makes sense, and where she's at might go forward or backward for a while before we really start making linear progress. I know you know this already, but Willa is in many ways somewhat younger than five still, at least internally. And that's okay. We just have to let her exist at whatever developmental age she's at."

"And you think- you're sure it's okay? That I'm kind of, well- I don't know, kind of 'babying' her, as Tony would say?" I ask, wanting to be sure the doctor still approves of my controversial approach. Jenny smiles, allowing me to relax even more with relief.

"Yes, that's completely acceptable. Actually, it's probably very therapeutic for her system to be allowed to have those critical early childhood experiences that she was deprived of for so long. Whatever helps her feel safe and secure, even if it's meant for younger kids, is completely fine."

"Good," I nod, feeling slightly more sure about myself as a parent from all of Jenny's encouragement. "I'm sorry she wasn't up to working with you today," I apologize again, "I told her you were coming and asked her to do her best to be open and honest, but... I don't know. At the same time, I don't have much heart to push her."

"It's completely fine," Jenny reassures me once more, shaking her head at my persistent apologizing. "Therapy isn't ever something that should be forced upon a child. She'll talk when she's ready." Glancing down at her notepad, she offers, "I was wondering, though, if maybe the three of us could wrap up the session together? I believe Willa's still playing by herself in her room, and a lot of times children can be demonstrative of what they're thinking or feeling through the ways that they play. Maybe we could sit in with her for a little bit, if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind at all," I tell her, earning a smile as she rises to her feet. 

"Alright, then," she says with a nod. "I'll let you lead the way."

Leading the woman back through the house, I stop just outside the child's half-open door, knocking a few times against the sturdy wood before pulling it the rest of the way open. Willa sits on the floor beside her bed, a few toys scattered around her as she holds a small wooden doll in her hands. Her big green eyes meet mine warily, and my heart sinks as she begins to tremble. "Hey sweetheart," I greet gently. For a moment, I remember that just a few days ago, she would beam every time I entered the room. Realizing that we're back to such a state of fear and uncertainty, a tinge of disappointment builds up inside of me. But then, I remember the doctor's words, and I'm able to remind myself that Willa's behavior is actually probably a good sign, in some weird way. "Things are starting to show themselves because it's safe for them to."

"Your daddy and I were wondering if we could sit and play with you for a little bit," the young lady's soothing voice overlaps her previous words running through my head. A look of skepticism forms on the little girl's face as she glances between the two of us, but thankfully after a few more moments, she nods. "Wonderful," Jenny says with a smile, and we enter in, both sitting a few feet back to give the child some space.

"What're you playing, Willa-bug?" I ask in a gentle tone, now able to get a better look at the toys she's taken out of her boxes. She has a bathtub and a sandbox from a dollhouse set, as well as Captain America and Ironman figurines, and the little brown-haired doll she's holding in her hand. The clothes are half torn off the doll, the hair messed and tangled. Big, frightened eyes look from the doll to me, and then back. "Who've you got there?"

"Willa," she says simply, holding up the doll that seems to represent herself. I nod.

"Is Willa getting dressed?" Jenny asks politely.

Swallowing hard, Willa shakes her head. "Off," she mumbles, removing the toy's purple dress and placing it on the floor. She then removes the doll's underwear as well, leaving it completely naked. Next, she reaches over and picks up the sandbox, opening up the cover. Almost urgently, she begins to dig, not stopping until she's created a little hole in the center. Then, she takes the Willa doll, placing it in the center of the hole. A lump forms in my throat as she buries the tiny pair of underpants with it, not paying any mind to the dress.

"Oh, you're... is Willa playing in the sand?" I ask, trying to understand the child's actions. Not giving a response, Willa simply continues with her scene, picking up the Ironman action figure and extending its arm. Clumsily, she begins using the plastic hand of the figurine to begin shuffling sand back over the doll that represents herself. "Willa, sweetie, what- what is Ironman doing?" I question carefully. 

Once the wooden doll and her underwear have disappeared completely beneath the sand, Willa extends the other arm of the superhero's body, making them now both stick out straight. With a concerning amount of force, she begins jabbing the hands into the sand, uncomfortable sounds of plastic and wood colliding as the man apparently attacks the girl. Glancing over at Jenny, I see that her brow is furrowed in concentration. All I can hope is that she's understanding what Willa's actions mean, because to be completely honest, I have no idea what to make of any of it. 

After several more moments of the violent motions, Willa finally stops, putting Ironman's arms back down and dropping him to the floor. Sifting through the sand, Willa pulls out the wooden doll, shaking her off slightly before finding her purple dress and redressing her. Turning back to the sandbox for a moment, she uses a single finger to re-bury the underpants, causing my brain to ache with questions and concerns. When satisfied with the way the piece of clothing is hidden, Willa picks up the bathtub, once again removing the doll's dress before placing her in the tub, coming to what seems to be a stopping point.

"Sweetheart?" I ask quietly, unable to even form my thoughts into a question.

"Can you tell us what you're doing, Willa?" Jenny fills in for me. "Willa's taking a bath now?" The little girl nods. "What about Daddy? He's with you when you take baths, right?" she continues, picking up Captain America off the floor and offering it to the child. To my surprise, Willa shakes her head, pushing the doll away. Jenny lets her. "No help from Daddy? Okay, that's okay, hun," the doctor says quickly, wanting to avoid upsetting the chidl. 

"What was... what happened in the sandbox, honey?" I ask, not sure if I should be asking so many questions but ultimately too worried to refrain from doing so. Willa flinches slightly at my question, her bottom lip quivering as she gives me nothing but silence in return. "Okay, it's okay, sweetheart," I coo soothingly, not wanting to push the subject too hard, "that's okay, you don't have to tell us."

"How about you keep playing, sweetie," Jenny suggests, "it's okay. You said Willa was in the bath?" The small girl nods, looking back down at her toys before pulling the doll out of the tub, redressing her in her purple gown. Then, the child surprises both me and the doctor by repeating the same exact process all over again, starting with digging out the underpants in the sandbox, putting them back on the doll, and then completely undressing it.

My brow creases in perplexion as I watch Willa 'play,' her motions almost seeming like a routine or ritual that her body knows by heart. She repeats the entire scene once, then twice, and by the point in which she's buried herself a third time with her underwear, preparing the Ironman doll to perform his assault, I finally speak again, causing the child to pause. "Willa," I breathe, my heart pounding faintly in my ears. "What are you doing?"

Her wary gaze rises to meet mine and she blinks, her arm beginning to tremble as she clutches the action figure tightly. 

"Could you explain it to us?" Jenny adds, her voice laced with concern. "What is Ironman doing to Willa?"

"Why is she buried with her underwear?" I ask, earning a glance of warning from the doctor. Sighing, I take a moment to breathe, not wanting to say anything I might regret. "What is- sweetheart," I murmur as I notice the poor thing's eyes filling with tears. "What is Tony doing to you?"

"Hurting me," she concedes, her voice barely loud enough to hear. Her big green eyes peer up at mine and beg for what she's too afraid to out loud: to not hurt her, myself, to not be angry with her for expressing her feelings with her toys.

"Okay, Willa-bug," I nod, not completely understanding but deciding that at the moment, I don't really need to. My biggest priority for now has to be showing Willa that she's safe and that she's not in trouble for what she's admitted. "What if- how about Daddy comes and helps you?" I offer hopefully, taking the Captain America figure from Jenny carefully and holding it up for the little girl to see. "How about Daddy comes and protects you?"

"N-no," Willa refuses, picking up her sandbox and holding it slightly closer to herself, almost in a protective manner.

"Why not, sweetheart? How about Daddy comes and- comes and makes Tony stop, stops him from hurting you," I try, reaching out with the figure and trying to place it in the sandbox with the other two characters. Unexpectedly, Willa jerks it away, bits of sand spilling out from the sides as a look of anger forms on the child's face, a look I've never seen before. "Willa, please-" I insist, extending a hand to take hold of the sandbox.

But to my complete surprise, instead of pulling back again or allowing me, Willa throws the entire thing at me, sand dumping all over my clothes as she snaps, "No. You don't. You didn't."

As the dust settles into my lap and I blink away the sand from my eyes, I'm met with the sight of Willa staring back at me, any indication of anger or frustration completely drained from her face. Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she gawks at me, as if she, herself, can't believe what she's done. And before I can say anything, before I can reassure her or even try to calm her fears, she's jolted up onto her feet, running right out of her bedroom door. 

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[kadextra]

orv reading again 👏 major spoilers :3

time for me to admit I read through the entirety of the demon king selection, 28 chapters, nonstop for hours <3 I was fully engrossed and could not stop until it was done

I’m speechless tbh that was absolutely amazing. so much happened. I need to process through all the information but I will ramble now in big paragraphs as usual

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best part was the “finding the real kim dokja” scenario ajhkahfjgkhkh that was so silly 😭 then I was completely shocked when dokja read his own information in the window and became a character. the biyoo captured part had me white knuckling my phone. Screams and cries at joonghyuk spamming worried messages to dokja for a whole day when he suddenly disappeared. going off alone to search for him when no answer was received….. hurghh

ADMIT IT YOU CARE ABOUT HIM 💥💥

dokja can read the constellations’ stories now and seeing king of a kingless world in action was so awesome!!!

when the actual game of the demon king selection started I thought “huh this is cool but sorta too simple…? lets see where it goes I guess” but then I soon came to realize oh! this was all just setup for the unexpected stuff which is going to come after the game. of course it was never gonna be so easy, orv defies my expectations yet again! (I should expect that by now<3)

onto the inner soul library(?), ohhh man it was fun to visualize the bookshelves stretching as far as the eye can see. seeing past characters who were eaten by the wall just Living There was a shock, and the mystery of secretive plotter grows

now the actual full-blown war that erupted?

what ghe hell what did I just read omfg IT WAS ONE CRAZY THING AFTER THE OTHER I WAS SHAKING THE WHOLE TIME

JOONGHYUK NEAR DYING THEN REFUSING TO REGRESS AND DECIDING TO LIVE HOLGFUGNITAJSUGUGJGJDA YUVJGUGFJGHFHFBDBBSBSVSVDHCJVKFJGBG DOKJA CRYING OVER HIS BATTERED BODY??? HAD ME IN TEARS. LIFE AND DEATH COMPANIONS. ASMODEUS KILLING SPREE LETS GO. URIEL DESCENDING??!!??!!?!?!?? BREAKING TGE TREATY BETWEEN EDEN AND DEMON REALM SACRIFICING HERSELF TO SAVE DOKJA LETS GO MY GIRL??? ? ??? 🔥 ⚔️🔥 SHES SO BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYTHING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. GORYEO FIRST SWORDSMAN THE GOAT. THE

The journey through the falling train-subway while the giant story narrated itself and highlighted the journey of survival taken to get here with each beloved companion. the love that brought everyone together now, even some who were unexpected (the two masters showing up alive made me emotional) all climbing upwards against seemingly insurmountable odds with the determination to fight to the end. succeeding at taking another step forwards to an ending created by their own hands.

lays down

[vampswritings]

please more double giles??

LOL of course!! i'll give you a smaller snippet this time (it's near the top of my list to finish i promise)

"You don't like this side of me Ethan," Rupert said, like a fact. He kept piling books into cardboard boxes, running away, always running away from him. "These past few months, they were all a mistake if - that regressive, angry part - was all you wanted." Ethan tilted his head, listening. He'd learned long ago that the best thing to do when Ripper was upset was to let him keep monologuing. Eventually it'd round back to something he could use. "Perhaps we shouldn't, what did you call it? Reattach my two selves. You take that one and go - get out of Sunnydale, and my life." Or not. No, no, no. He'd just gotten him back, almost, they'd just - "No."

[ashotofhelena]

2023

Ruminating on my resolutions for the new year, and reflecting on the past year have subtly become two of my favorite things to do. 

If I can sum 2022 into one word, it would honestly be... regression. Reading back on my post last year, 2021 was such a productive and growth focused year. It is no wonder why I entered 2022 with such high expectations. But after all is said and done, I feel like I have not changed or grown significantly in 2022 at all. If anything, I think I have regressed with some bad habits and intrusive thoughts returning.

It is a bit sobering to realize I am leaving 2022 in mostly the same state I was when I entered it - I am at the same job, same apartment, same relationship status, same everything really. Whenever I caught up with friends in 2022, I had no updates to give. I think I really bought into the ~vibes~ culture this year, which led to being a bit apathetic and a tad too carefree, which led to a year of stagnation.

To be fair, 2022 was not all bad - I traveled internationally twice since 2019; I achieved my running and reading goals; I got promoted at work; I am working on some really cool products at work; I saw friends near and far; I developed stronger relationships with new and old friends. There were definitely moments of pure joy that make me smile when I reminisce on them.

I understand that not every year will be one giant step forward, but I do believe in consistent growth and betterment. Going into 2023, I am determined to pick up from 2021. 2023 will be the year of change - it does not have to be a giant step forward, but it will have to at least a baby step forward.

To continue to protect my own needs versus being a people pleaser. This is one resolution I really worked on in 2022 and I do think it has paid dividends. I have become so much better at saying no, and protecting my time, which I need in order to be my best self when I do say yes. It is a practice I want to continue in 2023.

Run 500 miles if I do not get into the Brooklyn Half Marathon; run 750 miles if I do get in. I hit my 750-mile goal this year but barely... I love running and sometimes do wonder if these goals get in the way, so hoping by decreasing it (if I do not get into the half), it will give me more leeway to run for pleasure.

Make up some of those lost miles with other type of exercise - I want to lift weights in 2023! I also want to do more yoga, pilates, and other strength training classes.

Read 25 books. Again, same goal as 2022 and I thought it was a good one. Continue to try to alternate between fiction and non-fiction for each.

On a related note, I want to consume more media (books, movies, music, etc.) from BIPOC and underrepresented groups. I recently was looking at my Spotify Wrapped and realized how white and Western my taste was. Similarly, I was looking into non-fiction books written by POC and really struggled. I want to prioritize this consumption diversity in 2023.

Put myself out there. I did try to put myself out there early in 2022, going on dates and seeing what is out there. But, I was still really passive in the process, and even when meeting someone I liked, I would withdraw instead of be active in showing my interest. This goes against my every instinct, but I want to be more risk taking with my personal life, whether it be romantic, friendships, or familial.

Better investments. I started to invest more in 2022, but I want to do more in 2023. Starting off with investing the payout I got from Elon for Twitter stock in an index fund.

Start journaling. I spent $60 on a Hobonichi journal which means I need to use it to its maximum potential. I want to start documenting more of my day and little things / quotes that I experience.

Live by myself for the first time! Slightly out of my control, but I will be looking for an apartment by myself for the first time next year. I have become more and more comfortable by myself the past two years, so I am very much looking forward to it, but also very nervous about it.

Start budgeting. Given the higher rent that comes with living by yourself, I will need to start budgeting me. This will probably mean more intentional travel, nights out, and other materialistic things I used to spend on free willy nilly.

Learn something new. This is one from 2021′s post that I did not do in 2022. I want to either 1) learn or relearn a language 2) learn how to DJ / produce music or 3) experiment more with cooking / baking.

Other misc. resolutions: alcohol-free January, cut down on alcohol in general, sugar-free January, be a better communicator, continue to eat less meat / processed food, stay off my phone more, document passing moments more, be more intentional about my media consumption.

If you know me IRL, you know I have a personal theory that my odd years are better than my even years. So with that, I have a really good feeling about 2023... here’s to the new year!

[what-if-nct]

What are some things that make you feel grateful for life? Wishing u a lot of sunshine & love & happiness

Well for sure my friends and some of my family like my uncles, and sister. And my grandma even though she passed I'm still grateful for her. And my best friend is like my second sister, people think we're sisters, we've been friends for like 15 years we met in middle school. And she's my oldest friend. And even though we've had fights she's still like my sister and I know she's always there for me and I will always do anything I can for her. And I'm just so grateful for her. You know how every best friend duo has the "adult" and the "child" we're both when it calls for it but I'm the child and she's the adult. But both in the unhinged sense she's always flirting with waiters and cashiers and starts all of our spicy public convos and yelled I need dick in the middle of the mall.

I'm like Zach in the try guys Costco video where he kept disappearing And returning with random things. I always do that and she's like where the hell did you find that and I'm like over there. Once ran to the cart with a giant ass dollhouse we were not near the doll aisle. But when the roles are reversed she's being too nice and I have to tell her to block someone and stop talking to strange men. I can't leave her alone without her going " that creepy man said something to me don't leave me" and I'm like please just walk away from them.

We could not see each other for months and pick up where we left off. Like she's my platonic soulmate. I know at least one of my past lives and I just know she was in that brothel with me. I did a past life regression, I was a prostitute, honestly it made my life make so much fucking sense. Anyway I love my best friend. We have this thing where we drag out our names when we did a bad thing. And the other says "what did you do?" For instance like our whole friend group slept with the same guy at separate times. And last year I hung out with him even though he isn't allowed to parties cause he'll fuck someone, most likely me. And I called her and said a long drawn out version of her name and she said what did you do and I said his name and she dramatically said "nooo" then immediately said "is his dick still big?" She's ridiculous and I love her. Also the guy's cute he has long dirty blonde hair and green eyes and is so cuddly I can't help it.

[bestpsychicincalifornia]

Unveiling the Mystical: Discovering the Best Psychic Stores Near You in California

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Top Psychic Stores in California

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The store's ambiance is serene and inviting, with an emphasis on creating a space where clients can feel comfortable exploring their spiritual curiosities. The Mystical Oasis is also known for its selection of high-quality crystals and metaphysical tools.

2. San Francisco Spiritual Shop - San Francisco

San Francisco Spiritual Shop is a staple in the Bay Area for those seeking spiritual guidance. The store offers a range of services, including psychic readings, astrology, and energy healing. The staff comprises skilled professionals who are well-versed in various spiritual practices, ensuring that clients receive accurate and meaningful insights.

The shop is also known for its community-oriented approach, regularly hosting events and gatherings that allow individuals to connect with like-minded souls. Whether you're a seasoned spiritual seeker or a newcomer, the San Francisco Spiritual Shop provides a welcoming environment for exploration.

3. The Enchanted Realm - San Diego

The Enchanted Realm in San Diego is celebrated for its diverse offerings and knowledgeable staff. The store provides a variety of psychic services, including mediumship readings, past life regression, and spiritual counseling. The Enchanted Realm also features a curated selection of spiritual books, crystals, and other metaphysical items.

The store's focus on personalized service ensures that each client receives tailored guidance that addresses their unique needs. The Enchanted Realm is a great place to explore different aspects of spirituality and find tools to support your journey.

4. Crystal Visions - Sacramento

Crystal Visions in Sacramento is a go-to destination for those interested in crystal healing and metaphysical practices. The store offers psychic readings, astrological consultations, and energy healing sessions. Crystal Visions is particularly known for its extensive collection of crystals and gemstones, which are used in various healing practices.

The store's knowledgeable staff can help you choose the right crystals for your needs and provide insights into their metaphysical properties. Crystal Visions is an excellent place to deepen your understanding of crystal healing and incorporate it into your spiritual practice.

5. The Cosmic Connection - Santa Monica

The Cosmic Connection in Santa Monica is a boutique psychic store that offers a range of services, including tarot readings, astrology, and energy healing. The store's chic and modern design creates a comfortable space for clients to explore their spiritual interests.

The Cosmic Connection is also known for its exclusive workshops and events, which cover a variety of topics related to spirituality and personal growth. If you're looking to expand your knowledge and connect with others on a similar path, The Cosmic Connection is a great place to start.

Why Choose a Psychic Store?

Psychic stores offer several advantages over individual psychic or astrologer consultations. First, these stores often have a team of practitioners with diverse specialties, allowing you to explore different types of readings and services in one place. This variety can be especially beneficial if you're new to spiritual practices or seeking guidance in multiple areas of your life.

Additionally, psychic stores typically provide a more structured and professional environment, which can enhance your overall experience. Many stores also offer additional resources such as workshops, classes, and community events, providing opportunities for ongoing learning and growth.

The Importance of Finding the Right Fit

When choosing a psychic store, it's important to find one that resonates with you personally. Different stores have different atmospheres, practices, and areas of expertise. Consider what you're looking to achieve and how comfortable you feel in the store's environment. Reading reviews, asking for recommendations, and visiting the store in person can help you make an informed decision.

Conclusion

California's psychic stores are more than just places to get a reading; they are sanctuaries for those seeking spiritual growth, healing, and connection. From the bustling streets of Los Angeles to the serene landscapes of San Diego, each store offers a unique experience tailored to your needs. Whether you're drawn to tarot readings, astrology, or crystal healing, California's psychic stores provide a wealth of resources to support your spiritual journey.

As you explore these mystical havens, remember that the most important aspect of your spiritual path is finding what resonates with you. With so many talented and experienced practitioners in California, you're sure to discover a psychic store that aligns with your personal journey and helps you unlock new insights into the universe.

[eliasocaya]

“With this, I‘m no longer a slave to sugar”

CONFESSION

Sugar used to be my best friend in my elementary days and we were inseparable, I’d wake up and buy sweetened carbonated drinks and treats for breakfast, buy sugary candies at school, buy anything sweet in stores once I got home, and I’d even make myself milk at night that the color can be distinguished as beige due to putting way too much sugar in it, and it was a sweet, sticky love affair…until it wasn’t.

In high school my body started throwing tantrums, my skin went faulty, and pimples started breaking out like I was. My brain fogged up, and the span of my focus only lasted for mere minutes making studying feel like trying to read a book upside-down, my energy levels seemed to hit the ceiling most of the time but I crashed on the floor quickly as if I was someone depressed, and lastly, I was underslept and craving food that’s why I was underweight, what I found out was it was the sugar, the silent saboteur hiding in my favorite snacks, and from the resources I have watched and read spoke of diabetes, and so, I decided to break up with sugar, no more candies at midnight, no more stolen sips sodas, but I do have my few regressions and setbacks, probably because I was dependent on sugar for a very long time quitting in an instant deemed to be impossible but I am eager to succeed.

The first few days were brutal, my head pounded like crazy to the point where I could feel the pulse in my head, and my body was all over the house, wanting to get some of that sweet poison, imagine an addict who can’t think, straight and seemed anxious as if they want to do something but can’t get it done, someone who can lay flat on the nor sit with their thoughts, yeah, that’s me, for every cell in my body craved that sugary rush, and the reason why quitting is so hard is because I am surrounded by temptation and there is this constant struggle between wanting and neglecting sugar.

Then came the crash, on day 3, I found myself constantly opening the fridge, eyes glued to a strawberry jam. Sugar whispered promises of instant energy, of making the exhaustion melt away my hand twitched, reaching for the forbidden fruit, but then, I contemplated, “Is this who I wanted to be? A sugar slave, ruled by cravings and tantrums? No way.” I closed the fridge and started to clean my room. It wasn’t easy. There were more cravings and more moments of weakness, I’d walk past the store, and I’d see my friends slurping sugary drinks, their faces lit up with pure joy it was mental torture, but slowly, things changed the cravings dulled, replaced by a newfound appreciation for real food, fruits, and vegetables tastes like life itself and even water, I knew I was doing something right when my skin cleared up, my stomach craved real food, and my brain felt like it had finally woken up from a nap.

But I’m not going to lie, it’s still a battle sometimes, the songs of sugar still call from time to time, but I have weapons now on which I’m going to tell you, but do consider that it’s not a one-size-fits-all approach, what has worked for me might not work for you, patience and persistence is key in succeeding to these trial and error process so disregard those that won’t work, and reinforce those that will, and with that being said, let’s get into it.

WHAT LED ME TO THE ADDICTION

I was born with no idea of what sugar tastes like, so sugar dependency had to do something when I was growing up, my “environment and its cues” had a crucial role in this picture, and it also has a significant role in understanding my sugar addiction, and here’s how it fits into the issue.

Environmental Cues:

Availability and Accessibility: Easy access to the addictive substance or activity fuels cravings and reinforces use, Stores near our house that sell cheap sweet treats can significantly strengthen the addiction’s hold.

Social and Norms: Oftentimes those who are in authority are usually the ones who are also into this kind of addiction, conversely, being around others who actively engage in the addiction can trigger cravings, and those coins that may seem insignificant can be used to buy these sweet substances.

Sensory Reminders: Smells, sights, sounds, and even locations can trigger powerful memories of cravings associated with the addictive substance or activity, and I don’t see any rational sense why should a guardian or someone in authority bombard a kid verbally about the things he/she should avoid when an underlying issue is at plain sight which is the environment.

Stress and Emotional Triggers: Environmental stressors can be potent triggers for seeking the “comfort” of the addiction, and in my case, I found my comfort in sweet substances which led me down to my pitfall.

My sugar addiction is a complex interaction between psychological and environmental factors, and by not understanding all these angles, the effects of this addiction compromised different aspects of my life including my mental health, I remember the time when I couldn’t do even the simplest task for myself for I was craving the “dopamine hit” that the sweets treats provide, it also came to the point wherein I was feeling depressed because I can’t get the same feeling of “dopamine hit” just like before, and I was spending way too much and even getting the sugar from unusual sources like jams and coffee, and since the environmental cues act as the “matches” that ignite the “fire” of psychological cravings and learned behaviors, I got tired of the “burns” that it was giving me which led to the decision of changing my lifestyle.

THE SECRET THAT MADE ME RECLAIM MY LIFE

These are the methods that worked for me, though some of these might not work for you depending on your situation, feel free to reinforce those that will, and eliminate those that will not, but the secret won’t work unless you convince yourself consciously that you’ll change the behavior that led you this situation, and it’s a never-ending war against oneself, there has been countless of times wherein the temptations are getting the best of me, and yes up to this day my will power is constantly being tested, but with patience and persistence somewhat somehow I am winning.

Environmental Mindfulness: Ever since I paid attention to my surroundings, I started to notice, and ‘can’ notice the potential temptations and consciously limit my exposure to them.

Limiting Exposure: Once I am conscious that there is a potential temptation lying around, I don’t expose myself to the hazards, I maximize the friction between me and the hazards. I throw it, and oftentimes I just give it to others who want it.

Hydration Habit: Staying hydrated is essential for my overall health and it helps curb my sugar cravings especially when I aim to drink plenty of water throughout the day, I carry a reusable water bottle to make it easy to reach when I am outside and not sodas or juices.

Meal Plan To Proper Meals: When I plan my meals ahead of time, I avoid making unhealthy choices when hunger strikes, especially when there is real food that’s high in nutrition available for consumption.

Moving regularly: My physical activities such as long walks, and working out help me regulate my blood sugar levels and release endorphins, which improve my mood and reduce my cravings, I aim for at least 20 to 30 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise most days of the week.

Saying NO: This is probably the most important habit that helped throughout this journey, saying “NO” to temptations wasn’t easy at first, for this may hurt someone who’s trying to be generous to you, so proper reasoning is the to the guilt of saying no.

Final Remarks:

Overcoming my sugar addiction is full of ups and downs, sometimes, I feel like winning and sometimes I feel like giving up, the only thing that pushes me is that “entirely up to me, whether I’ll fail or succeed” overcoming sugar addiction is something that requires a multifaceted approach, addressing both the psychological and environmental aspects of the condition, and it’s not something that can easily be fixed by adopting healthy habits but by managing environmental cues, and seeking support when needed, but make sure that the environment is somewhat or somehow supports the fixing process and does not cause any further damage if you want to be something that has an underlying issue get fixed.

Remember, progress is not linear, there will be setbacks and challenges along the way but with determination, perseverance, and the right tools, you can overcome sugar addiction and embrace a healthier, more fulfilling life.

Resources:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2235907/

https://www.webmd.com/diet/ss/slideshow-sugar-addiction

https://alcoholstudies.rutgers.edu/sugar-addiction-more-serious-than-you-think/

https://www.healthline.com/health/food-nutrition/experts-is-sugar-addictive-drug

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Nicho Lin

1. Name, Year, & Major

Nicho Lin, 4th Year, Economics & Statistics

2. If you were a luxury brand, what would it be and why?

If I was a luxury brand, it would be Prada. Prada produces a lot of dark or colorful, practical, and formal luxury clothing which I think fits me because I like darker colors and can be serious at times but also very light-hearted depending on the context.

3. Who is your personal hero and why?

My personal hero is ma dad. He a cool dude.

4. How do you react after a conflict occurs, and why?

I think when a conflict occurs, I will feel an initial fight-or-flight gut instinct, and try to process what is happening. I usually want to talk about things right away but if there are too many emotions I prefer to talk about the conflict in the near future once things have calmed down.

5. If you were granted 3 wishes, what would it be?

I would wish for an IRL Kirby friend, an unlimited food and water-making machine for the world, and access to a bank that restocks its vault with money once a week.

6. What would you Google about your life?

I would Google where I will be in 10 years, career and location-wise.

7. What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

hehe

8. What's your toxic trait?

I think that my toxic trait is that I can be impatient in certain situations. For example, to resolve conflict, it’s important to find a resolution the right way rather than the quickest way. However, at times I opt for the quickest way.

9. Would you visit the future or past?

I would visit the future to see how the world is progressing (or regressing).

10. What are the biggest differences between you today/now and five years ago?

Five years ago I was 17, so I was in my junior-senior years of high school. I think some advice I would give to myself would be to remember to stay humble because the world that I knew back then was much smaller than the world that I know today, and that there is strength in finding comfort and security in your own company. Throughout college I had the privilege to meet so many amazing people, and as time has passed my socialcircle has changed several times over. I would tell my old self that it is pretty common for people to come and go in life and that loving your friends doesn’t always mean that they are meant to stay close to you forever. I grew up with the same three best friends all throughout elementary school up until the end of high school, and if I told my past self that one day the four of us would reach a point where we barely talked to each other, I would’ve never believed it. Nevertheless, I think it still would’ve been an important lesson to learn back when I was 17. I would also tell my older self to truly value my time. As college students, I think we all are aware of just how busy and stressful college is, and nowadays life is pretty much a blur because of everything going on. Day in and day out is work, studying, or procrastinating (lol), and time begins to fly by before you know it. It felt like just yesterday I was a freshman in the dorm halls, but now I’m going to graduate soon and it’s bittersweet because of how much time everyone missed from the pandemic. I hope my younger self would appreciate my jaded advice, and I’m sure when I look back five years from now I’ll have a lot more to say to my current self.

[northtexashypnotherapycenter]

Does Hypnosis for Panic Attacks Actually Work?

Panic attacks occur when there is immediate fear or when confronted with a stressful circumstance. Panic attacks cause shortness of breath, excessive sweating, chest pain, dizziness, and unconsciousness. Your complete body may tremble and stiffen. There are numerous proposed methods to prevent, restrict, or eliminate these attacks entirely. Medication, counseling, and even self-help are methods for eradication and prevention. What about hypnosis, though? Can hypnosis for panic attacks aid in the prevention of this anxiety condition?

Hypnosis is among the methods that can assist people to find relief from panic attacks. Hypnotherapy is the term that refers to the therapeutic application of hypnosis. Hypnosis aids in body relaxation. If recent events in your life have caused you a great deal of fear and stress, you may want to consider hypnosis.

Reincarnation hypnosis offers a possible explanation for irrational fears and phobias that cannot be traced to an incident in the present life.

It’s probable to have a past life regression using hypnosis. By reviewing and comprehending the past, one can then go on to a brighter future.

Hypnosis alone can't cure your pain. It should be accompanied by a positive outlook on treatment and life. A healthy diet and regular exercise can aid during treatment. Limit alcohol, unhealthy foods, and cigarettes too.

Most people can say that hypnosis for panic attacks is beneficial and has eliminated their anxiety. It may work for you too to overcome stresses, fears, and phobias.

Hypnotherapy can also assist identify subconscious, deep-seated issues causing attacks and facilitate the process of healing from the Higher Self through Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique (QHHT).

If you've decided to get assistance, talk to an experienced clinical hypnotherapist or locate one of the best QHHT practitioners near me like Pramala Mourier at North Texas Hypnotherapy center in Dallas Ft Worth.

[the-slasher-madame]

Hi! I came across your blog today and I love it! I have a scenario type thing for Brahms I just thought of

So, only hours after the events of the movie, reader somehow someway finds the manor and decides to take refuge in there for a bit. They explore around a bit and the only reason Brahms hasn't attacked or anything is because he's simply too weak, so he retreats into the walls. Reader finds the doll, and just so happens to have owned a lot of glass/ceramic dolls in their past, so they know how to fix them up. As reader is fixing up the dolls head the best they can, they hear a loud thump from inside the walls, queue Brahms passing out. And you can take creative liberty from there LMAO

Sorry if that was a lot and you can change up anything you see fit! Thanks!

Awww HI!!!!! I'm glad you like it here <3333

LOL I love this because it just seems funny, random person is caring for the doll and Brahms just passes tf out and reader just goes "hmmm yes into the walls, let us care for the strange man." Ain't me, I get heart palpitations just playing phasmophobia lol, I'd die first in a horror movie (but hopefully I'd get my dying wish of a kiss from the handsome villain 👀.) Onwards!!

Warnings/Notes: mentions of violence, injuries, mentions of age regression (reader has friends who do), GN reader, poor Brahmsy :(, 

ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ >_<

I had to get that off my chest >_< anyways enjoy for real this time<3

Brahms had finally retreated to the walls, having patched himself up to the best of his abilities. It wasn't much, but it was something; he wouldn't die without saying he tried, he thought. It wasn't just his body hurting, but his heart, his mind. He really cared for Greta, had killed to protect her, and she betrayed him. She left him to die in the same house he'd been trapped in, alone, for his most of his life. Brahms thought he was about as bitter and angry at the world as he could get, yet here he was. If he could've moved he thinks he would have torn the mansion apart by now, or perhaps even left (he knew he'd never do that, he was as stuck with this broken home as he was with his broken face). He had just settled into a comfort spot in the walls when he heard the unmistakable creaking of the front door. This terrified him, thinking that Greta may have come back to make sure he was dead or had brought the cops to take him away. He groaned and gathered his strength to start towards the front of the house, stopping near one of the fireplaces to grab another weapon. He slowed as he reached the front, both due to exhaustion from his injuries and an attempt to be covert. Brahms, expecting to see Greta or unfamiliar men busting through the house, was properly surprised when he saw you instead. You had closed the front door while he made his way to this part of the house, and had stopped when you reached the shards of the doll. He rested a moment to see what you would do, as well as to catch his breath from the mad dash through his wall labyrinth. 

“I think I can fix you little guy, hm? You know where I can find some superglue or porcelain? Why don’t we go looking around,” you hummed to the doll, having gathered all the pieces of its poor head. Brahms was shocked for the second time tonight, seeing you interact with the doll. He hadn’t interacted with many people, but he was certain that most wouldn’t stop for something that simple. They wouldn’t bother to even think of fixing it. He wanted so badly to go to you, to beg for some sort of help or comfort, but the recent betrayals kept him in the walls to watch as you started to wander through the halls of the house. Brahms passed by the mirror he burst through earlier, but his head started to spin. He tried so hard to stay upright, but the combination of emotional and mental turmoil of the night and his injuries made it impossible; he felt like he was watching himself crash to the floor before his sight finally faded to blackness. 

You, on the other hand, jumped when you heard the noise. You had thought you were alone in the house; you had seen no cars out front or lights on in any of the windows. You carefully set the doll down and started back towards where you thought you heard the thump come from. As you cautiously rounded the corner, alert for possible assailants, you spot a large humanoid shape on the ground. The mirror was broken, like the person had fallen through it. You were quite properly terrified, but unfortunately for you, you had a kind heart. You could see the blood and bandages on what you determined to be a man, and you knew you had to help him. You slowly crept towards him and slid the fire poker out of the way, deciding you could pick that up in a moment. You rolled the man over onto his back, catching sight of some poorly applied bandages and plenty of blood smeared around his chest. It seemed pretty apparent to you that the man before you had no clear knowledge of first aid, or at least not enough to deal with whatever had happened to him. You had also noticed the cracked porcelain mask adorning his face, which was admittedly a little weird, but who were you to judge? I mean you had technically broken in and invaded his home, so you were certainly in no position to critique anyone. 

You decided to look for some supplies before messing with the injury underneath all those bandages, You went back towards the kitchen, grabbing the fire poker before you went (no sense in giving him a way to hurt you when you just wanted to help. You riffled around in the kitchen cabinets, trying to find anything that looked like a first aid kit, or hell even some bandages. You found nothing, huffing as you arose from your knees and started walking back towards where you left the man. You rounded the corner just as the man shot up. His breathing was ragged as he whipped his head over to you, his eyes boring into you through his mask. You slowly set the fire poker on the ground, raising your hands above your head to show you meant no harm. The man flinched backwards anyways, starting to look around wildly for an exit. His current state was unstable as it is, and you didn’t want him to further hurt himself. 

“Hey! Hey hey hey I won’t hurt you. Let’s calm down a little alright? I’m sorry to startle you,” you said, keeping your voice low and not moving. He started staring at you again, still heaving with heavy breaths. It wasn’t a lot, but you took it as a positive move. “My name’s Y/N, what about you?” He continued staring at you, thinking over whether to tell you. He was scared, he was unsure, and he was hesitant to trust anyone right now. You were going to start talking again, figuring he didn’t feel comfortable telling you any information. Just as you opened your mouth, the man before you opened his. 

“My name is Brahms, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man before you spoke softly, his voice closer to a child’s than an adult’s. His manners stuck with him, despite his fear. Your heart melted, seeing him deflate with fear and defaulting back to politeness. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Brahms. Is this your house?” you said, trying your best to be gentle. The child-like voice also didn’t phase you much, either, as you had friends that would age regress. You were also more of a ‘go-with-the-flow’ sort of person, figuring to let people do what they wanted as long as it didn’t hurt themselves or anyone else. 

“Yes, I’ve lived here my whole life,” Brahms responded to your question, surprised yet again by you. Most people were terrified when they saw him and heard him, their posture stiffening while they tried to back away. But he didn’t notice any of that with you; your breathing didn’t even change. 

“Well Brahms, it’s a lovely house from what I’ve seen. I’m sorry to intrude, I didn’t know this house was occupied. I couldn’t help but notice you were hurt, can I help you with that?” Oh, you were so genuinely concerned for him. His eyes were tearing up, he didn’t think anyone could genuinely care for him, let alone a stranger. Meanwhile, you swear you could hear your heart break as he answered, “Please,” in such a scared, tired voice. 

“Alright, thank you Brahms. Do you know where I can find some supplies? A blanket, some washcloths, a first aid kit?” You had lowered your hands by this point, kneeling down but still keeping a good distance away from your new friend, because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. You could tell this was a lot for him to handle at the moment. Brahms pointed to the broken remains of the mirror as he informed you, “There’s a first aid kit in the walls, just go straight left until you see it.” While you were a bit surprised to hear him telling you to walk in the walls, you figured it wasn’t the strangest part of your evening thus far. You promised him you would be right back and climbed up through the frame of the mirror, starting left just as he told you. You reached the kit in just a few minutes, glancing at the blood wiped along the walls. Why was there not a single soul to help this man when he clearly needed it? What had even happened in the first place? You filed these questions away for later as you slunk back the way you came. You had one hand on the wall, careful to go straight ahead through the darkened halls. You quickly came back to where the lights from the living room cast through the broken mirror, and you just as carefully made your way back out of the walls. 

Brahms was dragging himself towards the couch about two [yards/meters] away, and it made you feel in your bones that this man was full of bad ideas and stubbornness. You hustled over to help him, saying to him, “Brahms! I could’ve helped you. Oh please be careful-” He’d made it to the couch, and only then did he turn to you and ask if you could help him onto the furniture. You let him use your body as a crutch as he lifted himself onto the cushions. He released you and sunk back into the softness of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his breathe. You briefly moved to the kitchen to find some sort of cloth to wet and clean up the mysterious man with. Brahms’ eyes were open by the time you returned. 

You gently settled into the cushions beside him, opening the first aid kit to see what you had to work with: gauze, painkillers, medical tape, suturing equipment, a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, butterfly strips, and some antibiotics. You prepared yourself, and decided you should probably warn Brahms. You mumbled, “I have to clean it, and I might have to put some stiches in. Is that okay, Brahms?” Another surprise, being asked if it was alright for you to touch him. He had a feeling that you were just one big string of surprises, but interestingly enough he wanted to see what you would do next. He nodded his assent, and you set to carefully removing the dressing he had applied earlier. It was a relatively small hole compared to what you were expecting, but it still looked rather deep. You started by lightly scrubbing at the dried blood, cleaning up his skin before moving on to the wound itself. You found some cotton pads in the kit and dabbed some of the hydrogen peroxide on to it. “It may sting a little, Brahms, I’m sorry. But It’ll help keep it clean and healthy okay?” you informed him, your brow furrowed slightly. “It’s alright, I understand. I’ll be a good boy,” he whispered back to you, his tired mind and body aching to be good, to be taken care of. You nodded and returned to the task at hand, carefully pressing the cotton bad to the hole in his chest. He hissed as it burned, but he stayed still like a good boy. You winced with him, knowing it felt awful. Finally you pulled the pad away, blotchy with watery pink spots. The man next to you breathed a sigh of relief once you pulled the pad away. You examined the wound closer, trying to determine if it needed stitches. It was a pretty small surface area, but it seemed deep enough. It’s also important to mention that you weren’t a certified medical professional, and you had no idea what qualified for stitches. 

You remembered the butterfly strips, deciding that would be a good compromise. You grabbed the antibiotic tubes, using your (thoroughly sterilized) finger to smooth the jelly over Brahms’ wound. After that was taken care of, you used a single butterfly strip to hold the wound closed, then covered it with a bandage. You stood up and stepped back to critique your work, deciding to deem it passible. “Alright Brahms, I think that’s the best I can do for now. Good job for sitting through that,” you praised him, and it certainly helped him to feel better. “Thank you, Y/N,” he offered, his voice still high but not quite as high as it was before. You sat back down next to him, and he turned to watch you. A few moments later, your broke the silence to ask, “Do you mind telling me what happened here?” 

//Finite. Squeeee I hope y’all like it!! Looking at the gifs of Brahms getting stabbed made me sad, but also made me remember how attractive he is. I really want him to kiss me :((((

Sorry if there are any plot holes, or inaccuracies in either how the events happened compared to the movie or in the medical care. I plan on going into forensics and homicide investigation, and that usually involves more dead bodies than live ones. Also sorry it took me so long, I wanted to make sure it was good!! I gotta put that whole slashussy in there. <333

[messy-nonbinary]

Little Girl in Training

Chapter 8 - Run.

TW: Dark!Natasha, forced age regression, guns, mentions of blood, shooting, stealing, manipulation, mentions of past kidnapping, lemme know if there is more needed!!

Paring: Dark!Mommy!Natasha x fem!reader

Summary: Your one and only chance to escape. Do you take it?

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n - Ummm sorry?? But there’s only a few chapters left!!

“You’ve been such a good girl, lately. I think you’re ready to go out to the park.” She said, pulling out an outfit from your drawers.

She dressed you in a frilly pink skirt and white tee with a pink heart on it. After placing a pink paci in your mouth, she picked you up and took you out to her car. Natasha placed you in a car seat and buckled you up before booping you on the nose. “I’ll be right back.” She said, closing the door and heading back inside.

You looked around and didn’t see much in the car. You leaned forward in your seat and noticed a bag laying in the passenger seat. As you craned your neck, you saw that there was a gun in the bag. Lex told you to grab it. Use it on Natasha then drive out of there; she had left the keys in the ignition.

You didn’t know how to use a gun. Sure, you’d seen plenty of those crime shows but that didn’t mean anything in a real life situation. What if it wasn’t even loaded? Or what if you missed?

She’s an assassin. She can easily take it from you. ‘Just take it!!’ Lex’s voice mixed with the one in your head and you unstrapped yourself from the carseat and grabbed the gun.

You got out of the car quietly and hid around it. Thankfully, the windows were tinted so Natasha wouldn’t notice you weren’t in the care till she opened the door.

Shit shit shit! Was all you could think while you heard Natasha exit the house. You heard her approach the car and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you holding when she opened the door.

You ran around the car, about 7 feet from her, and pointed the gun at her. “Don’t move!” You yelled and she frantically turned around. When she saw the gun, she raised her hands.

“Love bug, what are you doing with Mommy’s gun?” She asked, slowly walking towards you. You gritted your teeth and shot the ground in front of her, mainly to prove to yourself that the gun worked. “I said don’t move!” She froze in place. Probably due to the fact that she didn’t think you’d actually shoot.

You took a few steps back and to your right, motioning for her to walk to your left. The two of you circled each other till you were near the car door and she was opposite you. “Sweetheart, what do you plan on doing?”

“Getting as far away from you as possible.” You said, opening the car door, but not taking your eye off Natasha. “You were doing so well. Just put the gun down now, and you can go back to being Mommy’s little girl again.” You shook your head. “No! I’m not going back in that house! Just to be treated like- Like a child!” You yelled and you saw Natasha take one step closer, clearly trying to use your anger as a distraction. “Stop! Moving!” You yelled, grasping tighter on the gun.

“You aren’t going to shoot me, Lovebug.” You tilted your head and looked to the left, spotting Lex. You took a deep breath and they disappeared. You finally accepted that this was not the life you wanted. Sure, having someone taking care of you was nice but you also wanted to have your own independence. And that was not something Natasha was going to give you.

“I will! Stop moving!” You noticed that she continued to move closer, despite your warnings. It was now or never.

Killing someone was not something you could ever bring yourself to do. So, you shot Natasha in the thigh, both of you were surprised that you were able to shoot her. But you were definitely glad you did. “Fuck!” She yelled, grasping at her leg. She didn’t waste anymore time and she tried her best to get to you faster but you shot her again, in the shoulder this time. She fell to the floor but wasn’t giving up. “Y/N!! Don’t you fucking leave me!”

You didn’t want to give her any more chances and you quickly got into the car, closing and locking the door. You frantically turned on the engine, setting the gun in the passenger seat before reversing the car. You witnessed as Natasha tried her best to stand, but with the amount of blood she already lost, she gave up and took out her phone, no doubt calling an accomplice about your escape.

You knew what you had to do. You had to run. You didn’t know where you were or where you were going but you knew you had to hurry. And you had to ditch this car. There was probably a GPS in it somewhere. “Fuck!” You yelled, hitting the car wheel. You followed the road, no doubt homemade, that led away from the house the two of you were staying in.

After almost 20 minutes, you finally found some sign of civilization.

A street sign..

Only a few minutes later you saw other cars. You could almost shed a tear at your first sign of people in- wait- how long were you even there for? While continuing your drive, you saw a gas station and drove in. You parked and took a deep breath.

It’s not over yet.

You searched Natasha’s handbag and found about $200 in cash and some gum. You sighed, shoving the gun in the handbag, and grabbing it, and getting out of the car. You were weak, but you were able to make it inside the gas station without issue. You bought water, a prepaid phone, a hat, sunglasses and a sandwich. You put on the hat and sunglasses before leaving.

You looked around, noticing a man getting out of his car and walking inside, most likely to pay for gas. You walked up to the car, it was older, so most likely didn’t have a GPS and the guy had left the keys in. You huffed, not believing that you were about to do this.

But you pushed down all of your doubt and got in the car, driving away before anyone would notice you. You looked at your new phone, checking the date. You had been there for almost 2 months now… The thought almost made you sick. For the first time in 2 months, you felt freer than ever.

Even if you had to spend most of your life running, you were free.

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That anaversary aizen looks absolutely fabulous, he looks like a figure skater xd.

I heard along time ago the last arc of the anime was being animated finally bc they pulled a 90s sailor moon were the last season was not either animated or dubbed untill decades later.

I recall near the end of the current 366 episodes there was an episode were the creapy demon ppl woke up in hell and we're all bitter, and there was the other guy who was like, iM cOmEiNg FoR u IChIgO, but then is never mentioned again after and I'm like,why? Why is lt there just plopted randomly into a different arc that seams unrelated.

And locking aizen up underground seems ok, but It deff won't hold, and he will. Escape, and he will kill, you either need that one spell from star, dubbed, the darkest spell of moon the undaunted, a powerfull dark spell that killed immortal beings, that came from best character, eclipsa, the queen of darkness.

We need that.

Or stick him I'm crystal like eclipsa was in star. Is there no one who could trap him in ice or crystal for all eternity.

How about throw him into the centre of a volcano trapped and caged , forverr being killed by heat?

I assume there's space travel, send I'm into a black whole, were a black whole don't fuckin care if your immortal or fat, you will die

:3

Yes, I love anniversary Aizen. His original octopus-butterfly hollow design was ugly so I'm glad he's back to being the fashion icon he is.

Locking Aizen up underground once is one thing, doing it twice after saying he got more powerful by just sitting there, and he escaped to battle the Quincy Soul King God... is another. I think he should have escaped at the end of the Quincy arc. That is the only feasibility.

I heard the anime is coming back for the Quincy arc as well, but because of COVID its probably going to be delayed. (I'm not gonna watch it until the Rain section of the arc then I'm dipping out. I'm only here for Zangetsu)

and funny that you mention that hell scene in the manga :)

-> spoilers for the new BLEACH 73 page anniversary chapter / thoughts/critique on it

So hey you had a premonition! Syazel .... returned? And his hole is outside of his body??? for some reason???

(I didn't understand the explanation or why / how that happens and what that means for the hollow)

And my friend and I were laughing because out of ALL the things. Kubo could do in this anniversary. He gave Syazel his dick back after going to hell. That is iconic. (that's where his hole was located, and now that its not on his body ... well...) This is the funniest thing Kubo has EVER pulled. Kudos to you, sir.

The entire internet is freaking out over Ukitake being in hell. Honestly Kubo has done far worse, and we've established that Soul Society is a corrupt system that hasn't changed, so I'm not surprised he would pull something like this.

At the same time, Kubo 1. cheated his audience. 2. continues to prove me right that he cannot bring himself to kill his characters

1. Hollows who have commit murder in their human life are sent to hell. Syazel and Aaorniero are two of these hollows, and yet, when they are killed, there is NO gates of hell scene. We see them there later in the hell chapter (which was more of a promotion for the fourth movie and I didn't believe it would hold any merit)

But the same goes for Ukitake. We never see the gates of hell take him. What, was hell late? Did hell's gates get lost like an uber before picking him up? It's bull. Withholding such vital information from your audience, not showing the gates of hell when they should pick up this soul IMMEDIATELY is ... I mean its a lie. Kubo lied to his audience.

2. Now we are told powerful shinigami are sent to hell when they die. First of all that sounds like a security threat. Wouldn't shinigami want revenge for that? Or attempt to escape? Why would they still hold loyalty after being sent to a prison of eternal suffering?

Also "Yhwach and Aizen" were the only ones keeping Hell's gates closed is way too convenient and doesn't really make any sense. I feel like Aizen should have deliberately gone to hell to retrieve powerful shinigami / hollows for his army instead of keeping it /closed/.

This is definitely a Kubo-doesn't-know-what-he's-doing-and-is -making- stuff-up-as-he-goes, but it might have a pinch of merit because of previous plot lines.... but either way, there's some big plot holes here, but again, its Kubo, so I expected nothing less.

Again, he can't kill off his characters. He introduced zombification, he introduced immortality through the hougyoku, he has Orihime and Hachigen's reversal / rejection abilities. He brought back Luppi, friggen.... a character who's entire upper half of his body was incinerated. Like.... come on. No. He's dead, you can't bring him back like that. That's a cop out and just weird. You're taking away consequences and grief.

(Also Yamamoto and Unohana deserve to be in hell far over Ukitake, they've done some fcked up stuff in their pasts unlike him)

Also Kubo's favorite character is Mayuri, which.... you're allowed to have a favorite problematic character. But Keeping said character alive and bared from the consequences of abusing his daughter, murdering innocents, and experimenting on your own squad members? Nah. Nope. Kill him, Kubo. Kill this dude.

(his weird attachment to Mayuri is probably why he keeps bringing Syazel back, since Syazel is Mayuri 2.0, but Syazel is the bad guy who does face consequences for his actions while Mayuri is not)

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Also, I'm certain Kazui and Orihime are going to be THRILLED that their precious husband/dad is going to hell when he dies :)

(I just... Rukia teased Ichigo about leaving Orihime at home. She teased him about having a house wife who he leaves all the chores to. Orihime had two panels. She checks on her son who promised he would be at home and sleep. Kazui fcking breaks his promise like it never mattered to him and JUMPS out the window after pretending to sleep in front of his mother. ... An 8 year old... alone... in the middle of the night.)

Orihime is abandoned. She is not invited to SS, she is not informed of what is going on, her son leaves her.... I...

Orihime is a side character. She doesn't matter anymore. She hasn't mattered for a long, long time.

A part of me is glad she had little screen time, since she tends to waste it, but another part of me is embroiled with rage.

I've even see people try to defend this. "Orihime and Ichigo can't be together ALL the time, that's an unhealthy relationship!" and I'm like guys... that's not the point. The point is Orihime is not part of Ichigo's other life. Any shinigami stuff from now on is none of her business. She's going to stay at home while Kazui and Ichigo go off and save the world. Ichigo is going to be fighting by Rukia and Renji while Orihime watches from the sidelines, or worse, doesn't even know what is going on with her husband and son. Orihime is going to be uninformed and abandoned, because she has not proven she is capable of fighting by their sides(go on, @ me. I will fight this. She's a failure.), and also because she prefers a human life over a dead one. Which is ironic, because she married a dead man. Ichigo is a shinigami, and he will be one forever. god forbid she ever meets his Zanpaktou. She would tremble in fear at the monsters her husband harbors in his soul, especially when she realizes they don't care about her and would rather see her dead. (Zangetsu would absolutely kill Orihime. Not sure about Kazui, but Orihime has not accepted Zangetsu, she does not like either of them, and the feeling is assuredly mutual.) frick now I want to make a comic about this

Also still frustrated over Zangetsu's shikai / bankai regression. Kubo once again lied to his audience. Ichigo has no bankai. How ridiculous is that? The main character of BLEACH doesn't have a bankai. Insulting.

(RIP to Chad. He doesn't exist anymore. He's just gone. No mention, no cameo. Gone.)

Kazui is a demon child. That character from the novels? Hikone? They're the same character. Literally same personality, same power level. Its worse because Kazui is a liar. He constantly goes behind his parents' backs. He can summon creepy fish and creepy eyeballs and open portals like is ANYONE aware of this? How has SS not kidnapped Ichigo's son and experimented on him / locked away his powers yet? All substitute shinigami require a reiatsu controlling / spy badge to keep them in line. Where is Kazui's? Or is he just a weird fullbringer?

I was worried Kubo was gonna try and pull a knock off Boruto but luckily he kept the focus on Ichigo and the others. But that being said, Ichika and Kazui are now just... sort of there? Kazui was kinda just.... having his own adventure that doesn't matter to the plot at hand, and Ichika had some nice characterization at first but she just hid behind her dad the whole time.

I have a feeling Kazui is gonna step in at the last minute or do some major behind the scenes thing that indirectly interferes with the main plot so no one will realize how powerful and dangerous he actually is. Its sad because Ichika is the superior character in personality and likability, but she clearly is not going to have a bigger part in this.

Ichigo having a normal life after everything still feels extremely boring and uncomfortable to me. Everyone's like 'I'm still bLEACH!" but.... BLEACH just... doesn't feel like BLEACH anymore. It hasn't for a while now.

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There's two new shinigami characters. Didn't care for the girl, but the Sign Language kid who talks to animals is adorable ... however... he just reminds me of Chad, and I just... it hurts knowing Chad has essentially been deleted. Chad and Orihime are officially benched. They have chosen the human world, and Orihime has given Ichigo his spawn so she has no more use/purpose to him anymore... ////sigh

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Also. This is claimed to be a new "arc". So is the BLEACH manga coming back? What is happening. I thought Kubo was tired and didn't want to do BLEACH anymore. I thought Shounen Jump cut him off. People made so many excuses for Kubo and why the past two arcs have been so badly written the past 6 years and now almost everything they've attempted to defend him with has been revoked.

BLEACH is going to continue to screw up its plot lines and characters, so Its probably best for it to stay dead but I've seen a lot of Kubo stans drooling over this content, they're desperate for BLEACH's return, but its already given out all its possible revelations. There's really nothing else to top here. It's just going to make things up as it goes along ,and I'm not really here for half-assed writing like that, especially since the damage of rushing the previous manga has already been done. Kubo and Shounen Jump are riding off a money nostalgia. None of this was planned.

Honestly though.... overall feeling of this chapter, not as bad as it could have been.

Syazel stole the spotlight, and he's my friend's favorite character, so that's all that really matters.

[bestpsychicincalifornia]

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