#giver of brain damage

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❦Rdr What Are They Like In Bed?❦

❦18+ MDNI❦

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!!, the reader is afab but if you want an amab let me know

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I tried to do as many characters I could think of, even some that I've said I won't write for (except Micah, Micah can die a virgin)

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Arthur Morgan

He's 100% a giver, all throughout and very big on praise. I mean he isn't gonna turn down if you want to suck on him but if he had the choice, he would spend his days content and happy between your legs. He just loves to pepper kisses against your body and your tits while his fingers are deep inside of you, watching you moan and squeeze around his fingers as you get close. He loves more teasing the tip of his dick against your hole, just barely going in as he whispers in your ear, "you gonna be a good girl? Do you deserve this?" Of course, he can't keep his hands off of you so even when he's teasing you and trying to edge you as long as he can go, to take his time with you, it will always end with your body pressed against his, words of praise spewing from his lips and him emptying his load into you. One of his biggest no's is degrading though, he hates degrading you while enjoying your body, he'd rather be telling you everything he loves about your body and how good you feel around him

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Dutch Van Der Linde

Unlike Arthur though, Dutch is big on degrading and loves to receive. I mean he won't ask for it and he loves to give as well, he just likes a healthy balance of the two; sometimes at the same time if you're comfortable with it. Super big on cockwarming, especially while he's trying to read so its a healthy mixture of him getting to enjoy a nice book as well as a nice warm hole. Another one of his favourite things to do is have you in front of him in the mirror, have you watch yourself in anticipation while he plays with you, his hand squeezing a little more and more on your throat the closer you get to your finish. Of course, if you had a bad day, he has no problems being slow and taking his time to enjoy you. He's the perfect balance of gentle and rough. Although one of his biggest no's is anything to do with knives or guns, it's not that he isn't confident that he won't hurt you, its more he doesn't like the fear in your ears even if its all an act

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Hosea Matthews

Where do I even start with this man? You would think with his age, Hosea would be a little rusty but you would be wrong; he's actually very skilled with your body and knowing exactly what you need and where you need it. He is an absolute fan of cockwarming and it doesn't even have to be sexual, just the thought of getting to hold you so close to him and in such a vunerable but romantic manner just makes him so happy. Although he isn't opposed to having you on his lap with his dick inside of you and just suddenly thrust his hips up to hear the small moans you make with each thrust into your pussy. He absolutely hates anything that's too quick, he enjoys to take his time. His absolute no is quickies, he prefers to spend hours just enjoying you

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John Marston

Boy my god is this man crazy when it comes to dirty talk and degrading, I mean if you need praise he's happy to do that but this man can degreade and dirty talk till the cows come home. While Arthur is a fan of finishing inside of you, John prefers to finish on you, painting your skin white in his cum just to watch you scoop it with your finger and stick it into your mouth. He can and will eat you out for as long as he wants, even when you've finished over and over, he's not stopping till he's happy. He loves to wrap his tongue around your clit and do tiny circles against it, his fingers exploring ever inch inside of your person while your fingers tug tightly on his hair. He even loves eating you out more while you're on the other side of him, his dick hitting the back of your throat. His biggest no however is anything that requires him hurting you such as slapping

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Abigail Marston

She's not a very touchy person, especially after Jack was born, she didn't spend much time with you in bed. Abigail has had her fair share of being treated like a sex toy and she doesn't want that with you. She wants to be cared for, tendered, she wants to be held against you and feel you absolutely love her. Sex at the shortest can last an hour, the longest you two have gone is seven hours. She's like Hosea, she hates anything that is quick. If you wanna take control of her than she's happen to give you the leash, she doesn't mind laying back and feeling your lips against her; on her neck is where she's most sensitive. But if you want to have her take control, she also loves that. She loves to have your hands smooth through her hair and your grip tightening on her hips the closer you get while you two are rubbing yourself against her scissoring. Of course she hates anything that's too quick but another one of her pet peeves is being fingered, she just doesn't care for it all that much

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Charles Smith

Charles is a sweet heart and gentle, his favourite thing is your tits though. He loves how fuzzy you get when he takes his time. Slowly moving down your body, worshipping praises on your tits and pulling your nipples with his teeth lightly. He loves to kiss you so slowly and take his time, making sure your tits know his love for them and praises. Working his kissing down till he gets to rub his nose against your slit, leaving kisses against your clit till he flips you around and fucks his load into you. He can go for hours, round after round with barely any breaks unless you need it. Although one of his no's is having you give him pleasure, precisly letting you suck him off. He doesn't find much pleasure in having you take the control or having you choke around him. He prefers to have full control of your pleasure and to have you suck on him, he doesn't feel much control

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Sadie Adler

She's the dominant one, there's not much denying that. Her absolute favourite thing is when you're the only one exposed fully, she just loves how in control it makes her. You gotta remember this was a woman who felt like she didn't have control for a lot of her life so her need for control does leak into the bedroom life. Whenever you sit on her lap it almost always escalates from a makeout session into something more, especially if she's drunk which just makes her even more needy to feel your juices against her tongue. That's her favourite thing, getting to eat you out. While she's not much for fingering, she prefers to have her thumb rubbing on your clit while her tongue fucks your hole or having her mouth swap between the two. Her absolute no is being the bottom, she loves you but she's not gonna be the submissive one, she's 100% a stone top

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Javier Escuella

I'm sorry to say this, or maybe I'm glad to say this, but this man has a knife kink. He absolutely is infatuated watching the cold steel graze your warm skin, its such a contrast and high it makes him almost bust right there while having the knife against your throat while he's buried deep into you. Javier is a masochist but also a sadist, either he wants you to have the knife in your hand or have it in his, it really depends how you're feeling. He's fine doing either role. He's happy to be on his knees praising the flesh between your thighs while you hold the knife to him, threatening to cut him if he goes against your wishes. He's also happy to trace the tip of the blade against your nipples, watch you shiver due to the cold of the metal. Despite having a knife kink, Javier's big no is blood. He'll threaten to cut you yes but he's not gonna actually do it. He just doesn't think that blood should be brought into your bedroom fun with him; he sees enough of it in his everyday life

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Lenny Summers

Oh this boy is absolutely a soft dom, although during your first time he's so awkward that its adorable. He's just worried to do something wrong, he hasn't been with many people so he's not very experienced but with the way he fucks you? You would think he came out of the womb a master fuck machine. Especially when Lenny is drunk, he loses all of his awkwardness and knows exactly how to woo you with just a few words that make you get all giddy, the flesh between your legs quiver and throb, your legs crossing to get any kind of friction till he drags you from camp to care for you. His absolute favourite thing is receiving, he loves giving but he loves to watch you gag and see your beautiful look up at him while he's deep in your throat. He loves the little licks you give the tip before you deepthroat him, making it hit the back of your throat while you gag, moaning at the same time making his dick vibrate. His big no is any kind of pain though, he hates to see you in any kind of pain so he keeps sex as pain free as possible

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Molly O'Shea

Molly is actually quite vanilla, sex is almost like aftercare with her. She's definitely a pillow princess, not that you're complaining; she's heavenly. Molly's favourite thing to do with you is when she's sleeping and gets woken up by you between her thighs, she usually has to cover her mouth because you're at camp and she doesn't want anyone to know what you're doing between her thighs although the occasional whine or moan comes from the Irish girl. At this point, she ends up closing her legs around your head on instinct. Given how many times you've eaten her out before it's not that odd that she'd have a few dreams about it too; and when she gets woken from those dreams by you between her thighs, it makes her go all tingly. Her no though like I said before, she's a pillow princess so she's not much for giving. She prefers to just let you take control of her; not that you'll ever complain because she's delicious

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Karen Jones

She loves to act all sweet and innocent but Karen is truly a kinky woman who knows exactly what she wants which makes her a huge brat. She can and will put up a fight over anything, even when she knows she won't win the fight and it will most likely end with her muffling her moans behind her hand while you devour her. Karen has a loud mouth, she isn't afraid to show or tell how much she wants you in public or around camp, most people are just used to it at this point. At campfires when she's drunk, she will purposely follow you around to where the boys are, sit on your lap and whisper in your ear how much she needs you, slowly grind herself on your thigh when no one is looking. She'll keep it up till you get too frustrated with the teasing and drag her to your tent. Her big no is going on top, she's not a fan of it. She prefers to be on her knees for you, praising you and begging for your attention and kissing at your fingers. She doesn't want to be the dominate one

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Josiah Trelawny

This man is never short when it comes to sex with Josiah, it's almost always a guarenteed thing after a fancy date with him. Especially since Josiah can only be around so long at a time, he tries to make sex with you as special as he possibly can so it can be as romantic as he can makes it. Much like Arthur, Josiah is a gentleman so he's 100% a giver than a receiver, he actually really dislikes receiving oddly enough. When he's making you receive it makes him feel bad because he's not showing you pleasure. He also hates degrading, he doesn't see a point in insulting you while you feel so good squeezing his dick with your walls. No he much prefers praising you, telling you how good you feel, how beautiful you are, everything. Owning you though is his favourite, leaving marks along your body as he goes so he can see them next time he's with you. Covering up the almost totally healed ones with brand new bruised ones

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Mary-Beth Gaskill

She's very shy but when you do break her out of her shell, she'll tell you exactly how she wants it and how she needs it. She reads a lot of novels, some of them including the more erotic side of things so she's rather experienced in the bedroom, she's down to play either roles when it comes down to it. But if Mary-Beth had to choose, she would prefer the more vanilla side than rough. Mary-Beth is very touch starved so sex is more like just a way to be even closer to the person she loves. She loves to praise your body, kiss every inch of skin she can and treat sex like cuddling. She loves the feel of your skin on hers, pressed so close to her that nothing can come between you two. She hates to admit it, but she loves to be reading her novels while your face is in her thighs or on her nipples, sucking slowly and passionately at the flesh while she lets out tiny moans every now and again, her eyes going from the words to your eyes peaking up at her between her thighs. Her no oddly enough is having any kind of clothes on during sex, she loves the sight of you naked and feeling your skin against her

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Sean MacGuire

He hates to admit that he's a bottom but he totally is, he especially loves it when he's overstimulated. Handcuffing him to the bed as you take full control of him, all he can do is curse in his Irish accent at the pleasure of your throat bruising or your hole squeezing around his dick. He especially likes to be choked, the feel of your hand squeezing tighter and tighter on his throat while you ride him harder and harder could make him bust right there; especially inside of you where he loves to finish the most. One of his big no's however is inflicting pain on you, on him he has no problem with but he couldn't imagine ever hurting you even in a sexual way. He just loves the power that it gives you over him, he loves to have you straddling him and rubbing yourself on his dick while he begs for you to just let him in

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Tilly Jackson

Sure she acts innocent but we all know she isn't and that innocent little attitude follows to the bedroom. She's 100% a brat, definitely a "make me" girl. Tilly knows exactly what she's doing when she start stroking your thigh under the table while you're eating dinner with the rest of the gang. Surprisingly she says that she isn't hungry, yet chooses to sit beside you anyway, the rest of the gang doesn't seem to notice but you definitely do. When you drag her to your tent, it's no mercy when you pin her down to the bed and edge her for hours, only letting her finish when you are sure that she's finally learnt her lesson about interupting you from dinner. Tilly's big no is anything that has to do with holding her down so rope, handcuffs, stuff like that. She likes being able to touch you so anything that keeps her from doing that she just doesn't want. As much of a brat she is, Tilly has her moments where she is good and only wants to be held and cared for after a hard day

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Kieran Duffy

Much like Molly, he's a fan of being woken up by you giving him oral although he's a lot more whimpery and anxious when you do. Kieran would be a little spooked but not because of what you're doing but more out of fear of someone, specifically Arthur, catching you two. Gods know none the camp would ever let him live it down. After a little convincing, most of which is done by you kissing and sucking along his cock he can't help but lay his head back onto the pillow, his hands gentle threading through your hair, encouraging you to keep going, nice and slow, he wants to enjoy this wake up call for a good, long while. He hates to leave you hanging though when he does eventually finish down your throat so after that, you're usually met by him laying you down against the cot and him tenderly eating you like he's gonna break you if he goes too rough

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Mary Linton

Mary is a 50/50 person, it really depends how you want her. If you want her tied securely down to the bed while you have her legs over your shoulders and face buried into the gold between her thighs than she'll happily oblige with praising and moans. If you want her to bend you, your ass in the air as she holds a crop steady in her hand ready to strike your skin red, she's happy to oblige with a tend kiss on the cheek before she strikes it. She loves getting to caress and love on your body whenever she gets to, kissing down to your chest is her favourite since she gets to love on your breasts while another hand snakes down to your lovely pussy, hearing your breath hitch when her finger meets your clit. Mary isn't a fan of when you try to keep yourself quiet, what's the point of pleasing you if she doesn't get to hear your lovely voice cry out for her.

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Bill Williamson

You wouldn't think that this man could go for hours but he certainly can, three hours minium for him to be precise, he lost count of how long maxium is though. This man has so much energy that it usually ends by you having to tap out, there's yet to be a time between you two that he's the one to tap out. The fact that he can go for so long is also a good thing with his breeding kink and obsession with filling you to the brim with his cum, he can go for rounds and round filling you over and over again. His favourite thing is when he does finally pull out, he gets to watch it spill out of your pussy. Some still on his dick which you make short work of by getting on your knees after, cleaning him off as his hand runs in your hair. As said before, his big no is pulling out. As risky as it is, maybe that's what turns him on more.

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Thank you for reading, please reblog because this took me a long time

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[coffin-ramblings]

I have talked about Leyley in Andrew's dream a while ago, so it's time to talk about Ashley there.

Very obviously, she is a worse person than Leyley with the dismissive attitude towards the corpses in front of her, particularly glaring for the lady from room 302. Interestingly, Andrew is happy to see her, but unlike Leyley where he is the giver, he expects Ashley to give him something, which are the eaten arm of the cultist and to come out for his pleasure. But when she asks him to call her Leyley like he did in Episode 1, he says, "I'm asking for Ashley". Ashley refuses to come out at that, and he notably gets sad, a totally opposite reaction to him being able to try to kill Leyley and telling her she doesn't exist and should die to her face.

While this demonstrates Andrew's insistence for Leyley to die, I think that it goes further in that he believes that by "growing up", it includes cutting off his empathy and nurturing aspects to survive in their awful world and situation. He may also be convinced that in order to quell Ashley's constant distrust of him, he has to kill for her to prove his love for her, shown with her being surrounded by those he killed to protect her (hitman and warden) or perhaps make her happy and prove his loyalty (302 lady). The other option is to show the true depths of his own love and fully reject normalcy, one Andrew is afraid of being spurned from by Ashley and punished by society.

I think that Ashley asking him to call her Leyley in the dream is his brain warning him to be a more of giver to Ashley in the relationship and not cut off the nurturing and empathetic parts of himself, or else it'll damage his relationships and interactions with people. However, in Andrew's point of view, to be more of a giver and keep these aspects around risks death, imprisonment, and/or a major loss of his relationship with Ashley. Tragically, Andrew not understanding his psyche's Ashleys and giving his true devotion to Ashley the person leads to these exact possible outcomes in Decay.

[comphy-and-cozy]

Glittery - Andrei Svechnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Summary: The holidays are an important staple in your relationship, and this year, you’re at the top of Andrei’s wishlist.

Word Count: 4.7K

Author’s Note: This was originally inspired by another hockey, but fits everyone’s favorite Russian winger all too well. Title by Kacey Musgraves, but definitely listen to this song for additional inspiration (s/o to @suitandtys for this discovery). Feel free to use your own imagination for the necklace/lingerie, but if interested, here and here are the links to what inspired them.

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY) & fluff. Hastily (and poorly) translated Russian, Christmas-specific celebrations/themes (minimal but still referenced), swearing, unprotected sex, choking, oral sex (m + f receiving), brief size kink, creampie. A few very poor holiday-themed puns that I will not be apologizing for.

Masterlist / Moodboard

December in Raleigh isn’t quite as magical as in Russia, or even further north in North America. There’s no snow, and the air is a balmy 60 degrees, which makes it very difficult to get in the holiday spirit.

Naturally, Andrei is busy, but when you started dating he’d made it a priority and a tradition to deck out his (now your shared) apartment to make it feel like more festive, even if it didn’t feel that way outside. Every year, he brings out the garland, the tinsel, the festive snowmen to place around the house, and, of course, going to pick out the perfect tree — and decorate it — is an all-day affair. He does it for you, to keep things feeling warm and cozy even while he’s away, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t remind him of home with his family and brother.

Gifts quickly became a staple for the holidays, too. He’s a giver, always purchasing small little souvenirs for you from his travels, and he loves to shower you with gifts for holidays, birthdays, and really any celebration. Growing up with very little, Andrei knows how it feels to receive next to nothing, and now that he has the means, he wants to make sure that none of his loved ones ever have to go without a gift ever again. 

So, it’s safe to say that your gift exchange day is all but sacred within your apartment. He insists on both of you wearing matching pajamas, with holiday music playing through the speaker and the only light in the house coming from the string lights hung up all over the place.

This year, he’s gone all out, purchasing you a lounge set, a new purse, some books, and no shortage of skincare from your Sephora wishlist. He never fails to make you feel completely pampered — something you’ve long since insisted isn’t necessary, despite the fact that he is a multi-millionaire now.

The hot cocoa on your coffee table has gone cold, the marshmallows floating in the liquid melted into what’s left in the bottom of your mugs. There’s a trash bag full of torn open wrapping paper, an equally large stack of boxes of each of your open gifts beside it.

“I have one more for you,” Andrei smiles, reaching for a small box tucked away underneath the tree. It’s neatly wrapped – certainly not by him – with a small white bow on top.

The package is light, and while your fingers carefully tear the paper, not wanting to damage the elegant design, your mind is running with the possibilities of what could be inside the box.

Your brain registers the dark navy of the box before the gold ‘HW’ that’s stamped into it, and you gasp when you realize. Inside the box is a gorgeous diamond choker, sparkling brighter than anything you’ve ever seen, and you are helpless to do anything but gape at the jewelry sitting in your lap.

“What do you think?” Andrei probes, a smile flitting on his face as he watches your reaction.

“Andrei, this is — a Harry Winston is —” you swallow, suddenly nervous to even be holding the box in your hands lest you damage the necklace inside. The box alone surely costs more than what you pay in rent, and you shudder to think how much he’d dropped on this. “It’s so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about the price, baby,” he says. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s the least I can do to show you.”

You can feel the tears welling up before you see them on the rims of your eyes, watery and emotional and overwhelmed. Carefully, you set the box on the table before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckles, the sound deep in his chest, rumbling against your own as the gratitude falls in droplets down your face.

“Andrei,” you whisper. “This is so… so generous. You — I — it —”

There’s a pause as you let out a sob, letting his hand rub soothingly on your back.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, kisa,” is all he says back, his arms pulling you in to squeeze you tighter. 

He’s patient, allowing your sniffles to subside before he pulls away, smiling warmly at you as he wipes your happy tears away. Leaning to the table, he picks up the box and looks at you as he picks the necklace up out of the grooves to keep it in place, holding it toward you. “Want to see it on you.”

“Drei, I have my pajamas on,” you remind him, gesturing to your flannel set, far from complementary to a diamond necklace that’s worth a small fortune. 

“I don’t care. You’re still beautiful.”

With a bashful smile, you turn and gather your hair, allowing him to place the piece around your neck, fastening the hook in the back. It’s heavy as it rests against your chest, and when you look down, all you can really see is the brightness from the way the Christmas tree lights reflect in the diamonds. 

When you turn around to show him, Andrei’s lips curl into a grin, wide enough that you can see the missing tooth that you love so much. His eyes are warm, falling to the sparkle on your neck, before he looks back up into your eyes. “You look so beautiful, dorogoy.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, shy, your fingers gently touching the diamonds. Leaping up from the couch, you dash into the bathroom to look in the mirror. It feels entirely out of place in your regular bathroom and your dinky pajamas, but the sparkle makes everything else around it less vibrant. It’s beautiful.

“I thought you could wear it to the holiday party,” Andrei’s voice says from behind you. He appears in the mirror before his arms slip around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he admires your reflection.

“Of course, Andrei,” you agree with a smile. “It’ll be perfect.”

Soon enough, the party day arrives. Your dress is hanging neatly on a hanger in the closet, carefully steamed by you the day before. It’s green, satiny smooth, falling at your mid-thigh and hugging your curves in all the right places. When you step out of the bedroom all done up, Andrei has to stop in his tracks to stare. 

“Malyshka…” 

Heat rises in your cheeks under his gaze, his eyes roving over your legs, up your body, over the deep red on your lips, finally coming to the Harry Winston necklace laying beautifully on your décolletage. The sound that leaves his throat is a combination of a groan and a whimper, speechless at the sight of you.

“You are fucking stunning,” he finally manages, his own cheeks tinged pink. “You look so beautiful.”

You step forward until you’re standing in front of him. Your hands find his tie, Windsor-knotted neatly around his neck, the deep green matching your dress almost perfectly. His breath hitches in his throat when you run your hands along the material, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips, admiring your man and how nice he cleans up.

Ghosting his lips with yours, you dodge him when he presses forward to kiss you, smiling when you hear his whine. “My lipstick is still drying, Drei. Don’t want you to get red all over.”

Andrei’s grumble is low, murmuring something like, ‘want you to get red somewhere’ that has you stifling a giggle. 

Eventually, though, you do grant him a kiss, a chaste one against his pretty lips to ensure not smudging your lipstick or getting it on his face. And as much as you’d love for him to smudge it and take off the dress you’d just put on, duty calls, and you begrudgingly put your desire to the side as you follow him out the door.

The party itself is festive and fun, string lights decorating the room that’s filled with a softly-playing Christmas mix. After a few drinks, Andrei does finally take his hands off of you, though he never strays far, finding your eyes over the sea of heads and offering a wink or a dimpled smile that never fails to melt your heart.

Before long, though, the gathering dies down as the consumption of alcohol increases. You and Andrei bid your goodbyes, unable to deny the desire to get home and take off your heels — along with all of Andrei’s clothes. 

When you step back into your apartment, he helps you shrug your coat off to hang it in the closet. Before you step too far into your living room, you turn to him with a smile.

“I have one more gift for you,” you purr, enjoying the intrigue in his eyes, lit up like the Fraser Fir standing in the corner of your living room. “Wait here.”

The way his eyebrows furrow is endearing, confused at your mystery, watching you disappear into the bedroom. The look on his face when you emerge a few minutes later is even more priceless, jaw dropping in shock at seeing your body encased in red silk, the lingerie doing very little to disguise your curves. Ribbons wind up your torso, culminating in a large bow that’s nestled between the swell of your breasts. On your neck lies the necklace, glittering against your skin while you’re wrapped up like the best present he’ll ever receive.

“Merry Christmas, Drei.”

Andrei exhales slowly, breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. He doesn’t know where to look, can’t get enough of your skin and your curves and the way the diamonds look sparkling underneath your smile. His breath is shaky, broken, as he rises to his feet to meet you, swallowing thickly against the collar of his dress shirt.

“Malyshka, you – wow.”

A large hand extends out to you, and you slip your own into his palm, allowing him to twirl you around for a full view of your backside that’s barely covered by cheeky lace and more silk. You can hear the growl that leaves his throat before you return to face him, his eyes darkened as he watches you.

“All for me?”

Your lips, painted red, curl into a smile. “Always just for you, Drei.”

His hum is a satisfied one, and suddenly the anticipation is fully palpable, practically tangible in the air, as he pauses and waits for your cue. It isn’t until you gently tug at his hand, pulling him away from the door, that he smirks, backing up until the back of his thighs hit the arm of the couch.

His smirk grows even wider as he watches you sink to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. The twitch he gives as your gaze moves toward his belt is involuntary, as is the groan that he emits as your hand runs along his length through his dress pants. 

“Is this my last Christmas present?” you ask cheekily, and he can barely choke out a laugh at your cheesy joke. He’s almost too focused on the warmth of your palm to give his own cheeky reply — almost. 

“This package is too big to gift wrap.” 

If it wasn’t for the way he throbs in your hand, you’d smack him playfully for the stupid pun, but instead you just laugh and roll your eyes before returning to your task at hand. After all, he isn’t entirely wrong. 

Andrei doesn’t breathe as you work on his belt, the smooth sound of the leather slipping through the belt loops, the buckle clinking as it falls to the floor. Your eyes glitter when you tug the zipper down, allowing him the space to hastily kick the slacks the rest of the way off. Before long, his sweater joins the pile of clothes on the floor, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned, green tie hanging loosely over the cut lines of his abdomen. 

You can’t help the way your hand itches to run along the firm muscle, feeling each ridge beneath your fingertips and admiring his body. While you’ve certainly done your fair share of complaining when he’s up at 6am to workout in the summer, you can’t deny that there’s a very clear benefit that you take plenty of advantage of. 

When your hand trails back down his stomach, your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, pausing with a teasing smile. His erection is tenting in the front, more than ready for you to touch him, a small wet patch on the fabric that you yearn to kiss. So, you do, seeing the way his hands clutch at the duvet out of the corners of your eye. 

Eventually, though, your need outweighs your desire to tease, and you shed his boxers, too, feasting your eyes on your favorite appendage of his. It’s tall and proud, weeping at the slit in a silent beg for your mouth. 

The sounds Andrei makes when you take him between your lips are always otherworldly, usually a strangled groan or a sharp intake of breath. Today’s no different, with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth when your jaw hinges to take him deeper. He’ll never know how he got so lucky, to be able to call the beautiful woman who gives the best blowjobs on planet earth his. 

Your lips close around his length, working up and down in a practiced rhythm. If you like the sounds he makes, he loves the sound of you gagging on him, the wet sound of him hitting the back of your throat and the way he slides against your tongue. It’s sinful and sexy and never fails to make his balls tighten.

It takes all of his willpower to do it, but Andrei eventually nudges you, pulling you off of him with a grunt. He can’t afford to finish early, not tonight, when you’re looking so sinfully beautiful and dressed up just for him, literally wrapped underneath the Christmas tree.

When he shifts to sit on the couch, tugging you quickly into his lap, his eyes are hungry as they gaze up at you. You’re so close to where he wants you, and you can feel him — and yourself — throbbing at the proximity. 

His expression quickly changes, though, when your arms reach up behind your neck to remove the necklace, not wanting to damage it before the real fun begins, but Andrei’s voice stops you. “Leave it.”

Freezing, your eyes shoot to Andrei’s, frantic. “Andrei, we’ll damage it —”

He pulls you closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies and suddenly you’re distracted by the heat radiating off of his body and the darkness that’s swallowed his normally beautiful hazelnut irises. His hand moves toward your neck, fingers brushing delicately against the diamonds, feeling the way the glittering stones glide beneath his fingertips. Then, he repeats, “Leave it.”

Swallowing, you lower your hands obediently, sensing the shift in the dynamic with just two words muttered around a thick Russian accent.

Andrei’s hands continue their path over your collarbones, down your arm, sliding over your sides before coming to rest on your hips, a trail of goosebumps following. He’s gentle, like you’re a sculpture made of porcelain, a stark contrast to the rough hands he knows you love.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands move over your neck, coming to cup either side of your jaw, and you shiver when his lips ghost over yours in the same way you’d teased him earlier. “M’the luckiest man in the world.” 

When he finally presses his lips to yours, you can’t help the sigh that escapes your throat, the feeling of relief almost overwhelming as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue is quick to find the seam of your mouth, delving into it with the passion you awoke in him as soon as you stepped out in your party dress tonight.

His arms hold you, hands roving over your curves, feeling the smoothness of the silk in his hands. Painstakingly, he tears himself away in favor of looking at you. His eyes dart over your body, admiring the piece one last time, committing the sight of it to memory, before one hand reaches forward to slowly tug at the end of the bow on your chest. The material is soft, slippery, sliding apart with ease to reveal your cleavage.

Andrei grins, tipping you backwards gently until you’re on your back on the couch. The vibration in his chest transfers to yours when he hums, his lips pressed to your sternum. He plants kisses all along your chest, dotting along the hem of the bra — if you can even call it that — reveling in his ability to make you squirm. 

Warmth, followed by goosebumps, floods your skin in the path of his lips, your nipples pebbling. His lips itch to touch, torn between continuing their path south and attaching themselves to your breasts. He opts for the latter, wrapping his lip around a nipple while his tongue flicks at the bud, his hand massaging your other breast gently. 

Andrei’s mouth explores your chest, paying equal attention to each bud, before trailing his lips over your rib cage, your stomach, your hips. He leaves a wet trail, coolness overtaking each spot on your skin where the air touches it, a sharp contrast to the fire that burns inside of you.

The next thing you know, Andrei’s hands are roughly flipping you around, tugging you into a kneeling position with your hands resting on the arm of the couch. You’re exactly where he wants you, bent over, your lingerie half undone while he stands behind you admiring the view. 

His lips work their way up your calf, thumbs stroking the muscles in your legs until he finally reaches the place where your ass meets your thigh. He grips your ass in both hands, fingers running along the seam of the lace that barely covers your modesty. His mouth returns to his hands, pressing more kisses along the globe of your ass, and you whine impatiently. 

“Patience, kisa,” he murmurs. “Aren’t you going to let me unwrap my gift? My pretty little vixen.”

It’s only when you feel the bow at the base of your back loosening that you whine again. Both of his hands holding tightly onto your hips make you deduce that he’s using his mouth to tug at the fabric, teeth pulling the satin smoothly until the ribbons fall at your sides. He’s torturing you now, his warm breath cascading over your back causing a heavy throb between your legs.

All that’s left are the strap of your bra and the flimsy lace of your panties before Andrei gets to the gift he really wants: your molten center, dripping just for him. He can’t help but salivate as his fingers drag the material down, slowly, giving himself a last show before he gives into his desires.

Your pussy is glorious, he thinks, perfect and glistening as it’s revealed to him. He swears he can see the reflection of the lights on the tree in the wetness of your folds, and his dick twitches at the sight, itching to be sheathed inside it. 

“So fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, tongue darting out to taste.

“Andrei,” you moan. Your brain is fuzzy, trying to find the words to desperately beseech him to keep going. 

He does, because he always knows exactly what you need, and being the generous boyfriend he is, never fails to provide. It is Christmas, after all.

The sounds of his mouth slurping against your core are nothing short of filthy, grunting into your center at the taste of you. His tongue delves into your folds, probing you with the perfect amount of pressure, never forgetting to grant your clit the attention she desperately craves. Large hands grope and pull at the globes of your ass, holding you open for Andrei’s face to make its home between them, groaning against you.

It’s like this that he makes you come first, aided by two fingers that he plunges into your sopping core. Your cries are muffled by the cushion of the couch, which he doesn’t like, so once he’s let up, he’s quick to flip you around and pin your arms over your head.

“I want to hear you,” he murmurs, the remnants of your orgasm glistening on his chin. You taste it when he kisses you, messily, his tongue covered in you as he pushes it into your mouth.

Andrei shifts on the cushion, his large hands pulling apart your thighs so that he can gaze at his handiwork. Part of you thinks the rest of your tryst would be better suited in bed, but the seconds wasted moving into the bedroom are not worth sacrificing the opportunity to have him inside you now.

You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips when he lines up with your center, dropping a heavy wad of saliva onto your aching clit. His eyes are glittering when he looks back up at you, smirking. 

“Don’t even need it ‘cause you’re already dripping for me, Malyshka,” he breathes roughly. The swollen head of his dick probes at your entrance, teasing you, before he’s rutting between your folds with a groan. An obscene squelching noise sounds from the contact of his skin against your soaked slit. “Hear that, dorogoy? That’s how sloppy your pretty little cunt is. All for me.”

A whine bubbles in your throat at his words, your hips rolling to try and catch him, desperate to have him inside of you. His muscular forearms strain on either side of your head, silver chain dangling loosely on his chest, and you grip the cool metal in your hand to tug his mouth to yours in an attempt to goad him. He plays your game, kissing you back, humming into your mouth when your tongue desperately seeks him out, but he ignores the way your body rolls.

“Andrei, please,” you whisper, your eyes looking up into his, the warm brown in them now a molten chocolate. “I need you.”

“You want it, kisa? Need it?”

“Please, Drei.”

“Say it,” he demands, his voice firm but soft. It’s velvet, almost soothing when he runs the pad of his thumb over your lip. “Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give you whatever you want, malyshka. You just have to tell me.”

Your voice is shaky, though the ardor in his eyes gives you the courage to speak confidently. “Fuck me, Drei.”

Andrei smiles then, handsome in a way that would melt your heart if you weren’t throbbing for him. He presses his forehead to yours, a sweet gesture despite the lewd position he has you in, his breath puffing out over your lips while he runs his length over your entrance one more time. 

When he presses into you, all air in your lungs is quickly pulled out. You’ll never get used to the feeling of him, thick and throbbing, stretching you out in the most delicious, toe-curling way, one inch at a time until you’re stuffed completely full of him. He loves it, too, muffling his grunt in the crook of your neck as he holds himself still for a moment, like he’s hanging on by a thread.

You’re patient, taking the time to wrap your arms around his broad and muscular back. Savoring the feeling of his muscles beneath your fingertips, you admire how big he is – in all aspects of the word. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, warmed by Andrei’s love and heated under his touch.

Andrei begins to move without warning, your walls gripping him tightly as he pushes in and out. The action alone is enough to render you speechless, your entire body fluttering when his thumb brushes your cheek, his lips ghosting against yours. His breath is warm, as are his eyes, pulling moans from you with the finesse of his hips.

One of his hands slides down your body, his steady rhythm never ceasing. With ease, he tugs at your legs until they’re resting over his broad shoulders, then presses forward until you feel the stretch deep in the back of your thighs. He’s deep, almost deeper than he’s ever been, lodged completely within your snug walls.

Soft murmurs in Russian are whispered against your jaw, nonsensical fragments of a sentence that drive you wild. He knows you’re close by the way your hands clutch tightly onto his shoulders, leaving marks for you to admire tomorrow. 

He says something in Russian, then chokes out his own translation. “Come for me, Malyshka.”

You do, his words the final bit of permission you need to fly into your own bliss. Andrei grunts, feeling the way you contract around him, working you through it like he does every time. He grins, pleased with himself.

“So pretty.”

“Drei,” you sigh, not ready for him to part from you just yet. “More.”

For once, he doesn’t argue or make you beg, probably too desperate himself to bother. The way he can maneuver your body so easily will never not be hot to you, his muscles barely working to tug you back into his lap. He twitches against your center when his eyes latch onto the diamonds onto your neck. 

“Ride me, dorogoy.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice, your body scrambling to sink down onto his waiting length with a sigh. His hands flex on your waist, encouraging you to keep going, though his eyes never leave your neck. 

Your body moves up and down, hips moving so that his tip strikes just the right spot that has you throwing your head back. A low growl leaves Andrei’s throat, his hand moving to wrap around yours. Though you can’t see it yourself, you know the contrast between his large hand next to the dainty necklace is powerful, judging by the darkness that has seeped into his eyes. He’s never been particularly possessive, but he does show small flashes — particularly in the bedroom — that drive you wild.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters under his breath, accent making him barely comprehensible. “So perfect. All fucking mine.”

Andrei’s other hand grips your hip while his mouth latches onto your breast. He’s all over you, completely invading each of your senses and surrounding your body in everything Andrei. He curses in Russian, the vibration of his voice shooting through your body as you ride him harder, seeking out your crest that’s just over the horizon.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, unwilling to move his hands from your body to do it for you. “Make yourself fall apart all over me, kisa.”

You’re helpless to obey, hand falling between your legs and brushing at your clit. His grip on your throat tightens, and it’s the squeeze of his fingers that send you flying over the edge, vision going fuzzy as your body shudders on top of him. 

You’ve barely had time to recover before he’s finally moving his hands to grab onto your sides, holding you in place while he thrusts his hips upwards, rapidly, seeking out his own release. The red silk ribbons dangle from the bra that’s haphazardly tugged around your middle, forgotten as they ripple from his forceful movements. Involuntarily, moans fall from your mouth as he pounds into you, wordlessly encouraging him.

With a loud, forceful grunt, he stills when he’s buried completely inside of you, twitching as his release floods your center. His hands are still holding tightly onto your sides, forehead resting against your chest as he catches his breath. In an effort to soothe him, you allow your hands to run through his hair, earning a purr against your sternum.

“Ya tebya lyublyu, dorogoy,” he murmurs, the words falling from his mouth like he can’t be bothered to speak or even think in English. You’re still learning, Andrei teaching you when he can, but you know enough to know what he’s said, and you smile softly as you gently pull his head backwards in favor of pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, Drei. Merry Christmas.”

[whochromatic]

I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

[writing-for-life]

I live for violence! How about #2 and #19? (*gleeful giggle*) Sandman, obvi.

Oh, my partner in crime, you’ve come to the right ask box (not that you didn’t know, bwahaha!)

2: a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

You might, just might (!), be aware that I recently completed an over 4,000 word strong… erm… essay entitled “On the Nature of Pleasure”. And I kid you not, that’s the actual chapter title, at least while it’s a WiP. I like the ring of it though, so it might stick. Should I use stick in this context? I don't know...

Naturally, I need to make this about our boy, because… of course I would. So, in no uncertain terms: There is no compelling argument why he would never top or bottom, because he would do both with abandon. And everything in between and outside of what our puny little minds are able to grasp. In that department, he epitomises, shall we call it… service? Unless you wanted to use the very limiting definition of "top" as "giver". Then he'd be totally that. But his brand of giving would also include being a bottom if you're into it, so, back to square one. He would do everything because *you* are into it. It’s never for him, it’s for you because *you* fantasise about it. Which somewhat makes it his fantasy, too. Sort of tricky enmeshment there, but it is what it is. And he might *think* it’s for him because *you* think it’s for him, but therein lies the rub. 

Did I just say rub? Well, that’s an entirely different topic. If you’re into watching, he’d be into it and would probably get off on it, too. Doing it for himself though? Oh, we found the sore spot. Not a thing in its own right. And even if he could be convinced: Fine line, fine line. There’s pressure relief (I mean, major case of the horrors--it's worth a try), and there’s self-love. That's a hard nut to crack, or bust (soz!), but if we did, we might be on to something...

19: you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I don’t know, people might have gathered at this point that I’m not easily horrified or ashamed. I’m really trying to think hard here. Should I be horrified that I am part of the unholy conglomerate that brought “Murphy and his cool hat” into existence? Maybe I should, but I’m afraid to say: I’m not. That *might* change once I write that fic. Because the ideas are definitely… manifesting. And they’re not pretty. But then again, we never said they would be pretty or sparkly, did we? The question is just: Will I ever be able to erase it from my brain after the deed? And will I ever be able to watch the TV show again and not hear Cthulhu’s whispers? I might have irrevocably damaged myself, so yes: Maybe it’s the helm that horrifies and compels me in equal measures...

[go-to-the-mirror]

@a-mag-a-day

(taking the quotes from the official transcripts with all "John"s changed to "Jon"s because it's more reliable and... stuff. there's also cws at the top of them)

Anyway, this is mostly a stream of consciousness ramble as I listen to the episode, featuring being sad about Jon Sims, talking some more about how the fear entities work, some Lines that I am very eyes emoji towards, and Lorell St John defending.

Also here's a meta that I really like that is sorta related to this episode. Here is is on the wayback machine, and here is the previous meta.

"iT wAs SuPPosED tO bE a GlOriOuS dAY" sorry ive heard this ad so much-

I like Georgie, I just wish that she liked Jon. Like, I understand why she left, but it just makes me really sad, like couldn't she just give him a chance?

ARCHIVIST (weakly) That's a very good question.

HE MAKES A GREAT ENTERANCE! DRAMATIC BASTARD :3

ARCHIVIST Six... Uh, the others? T-Tim, is he...? ... Oh.

:(

ARCHIVIST Honestly, I, I think I'm alright. (Georgie sighs deeply) ARCHIVIST I mean, that's... good, right? I- GEORGIE After a six-month long coma? No, it's not. This isn't how it's supposed to go, Jon. ARCHIVIST I- What? You'd prefer I was brain damaged? D-Dead? BASIRA Jon... ARCHIVIST What? BASIRA Georgie, could you give us a minute? There are some things we should probably discuss? GEORGIE (Irritated) Fine. ARCHIVIST Georgie, I- GEORGIE Jon, if this really is a second chance, please try to take it. But I don't think that it is. ARCHIVIST Georgie, I don't--! GEORGIE Take care of yourself. (The Archivist sighs and attempts to speak.) [Door opens and closes as Georgie leaves.] ARCHIVIST What about you? Disappointed to see me alive? Basira? BASIRA We can deal with it later. ARCHIVIST Yeah, okay.

HE WOKE FROM A COMA LESS THAN FIVE FUCKING MINUTES AGO-

Like, this is my worst fucking nightmare, two people I'm reasonably close with saying or heavily implying that they'd prefer I was dead what the fuck. Just the way he sounded like he was yk, making a joke asking Basira and she doesn't respond, and he asks again and she just says they'll deal with it later and-

WHAT THE FUCK ITS BEEN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES. I-

[Image ID: A drawing of someone leaning forward in a chair, horrified. /End ID]

ARCHIVIST (The Archivist takes a deep breath) Statement of, uh... uh... Lorell St John, regarding, uh... (small chuckle) zombies. Original statement given 1st February 2015. Recording by Jonathan Sims, the Archivist.

I remember I LOST MY MIND at that part, at him calling himself the Archivist, but I didn't message anything to my friend, and I didn't share it on my story, but I was VERY abnormal about that. Oh boy. Just um. OH BOY

People always used to tell me I was solipsistic. They said that I never really engaged with other people, never acted like they really existed or mattered, at least not in the same way that I did. And I suppose in many ways they were right. It’s hard to explain without sounding stupid. Obviously other people are real, obviously the, the way a building is real or my watch is real. They exist. If people weren’t real, I’m, I’m sure I would find them much less of a chore. So no, I don’t “not believe in other people”. I just find it very difficult to feel for others. I can’t understand them and they’ve always seemed… Well, there’s no tactful way to say it, they’ve always just seemed a little bit pointless. I know what my pain feels like, and I know what my joy feels like, but when I see those same things on the faces of my friends or my enemies, I feel… Well, that’s it, isn’t it? I don’t really feel anything

Like... same. Yk, low empathy. Just... makes you feel more distant. And it's fine, it's not a bad way to be, it's just a way to be. But... yeah I mean. Yeah. I relate to the statement giver. Lorell St John defense club. She did a lot wrong, but she isn't... a terrible person, she just did some stuff wrong. She hurt people, but like, she isn't irredeemable and... I like her. Like okay, if we're going to defend Jon even if he's hurt people knowing full well they'd be terrified, relying on them to be terrified, then I'm pretty sure we can defend Lorell for hurting people who she didn't think were people. I have feelings about her.

I like the idea that they are actually real but that her fear of them not being real manifested in something actually not being real and, in her mind, confirming that she was right, that she's the last real human out there.

There's a lot of stuff here that can point to different fears because Smirke's 14 isn't ,the end all be all, yada yada, gender. Maybe The Spiral, because she thinks she's the only one that can see them which could have led to her doubting her own perception of things, but she doesn't. Could be The Lonely, because she sometimes found herself alone, in a room only with those zombies, similar to MAG 108 - Monologue, which is similarly iffy on its placement in Smirke's framework. Word of God says it's The Stranger, which it could very well be, things that are not human infiltrating society, that's pretty Stranger. I have also seem the interpretation that they're The Extinction. Fear of humanity being gone, and something else in its place. I... I think that it's a mix of The Lonely, The Stranger, and The Extinction, but there are plenty of different interpretations, and the author is dead, so take its placement in The Stranger playlist as canon or not, your choice.

I first saw him in the street. It wasn’t difficult to guess what he was, half the people around him were just as hollow and soulless, but there was something else to him.

This could point to all the other "zombies" being just Lorell thinking they were zombies, and not actually being soulless. Perhaps.

Had he taken Norma’s self, her, her soul? Or had she always been a zombie, cramped into her little open plan desk, patiently listening to client complaints, and I just hadn’t noticed?

I can see why The Spiral could be an interpretation of this. Not trusting her own perceptions, could Norma have always been a zombie? Can Lorell trust any "real" people if she didn't notice that Norma was a zombie?

They’re all like that now. You’re all like that, I suppose. I have no reason to believe anyone will read this who would be any different, no reason to believe you’ll be able to read this, that you won’t simply stare blankly at this page before performing your response, your artificial opinion. There is every chance that I am the only one left, and the whole world has fallen to a soulless horde, devoid of life and feeling.

And here's where The Extinction comes in. Is she alone in like a different world, a domain of The Stranger, Lonely, Extinction, or whatever? Just surrounded by the empty shells of humans just like she feared. He fears manifested by The Fears, and turned into "[her] own private hell" (bonus points for anyone who knows where that's from). And that leads me on to the point of... well, Avatars aren't the only ones who can shape The Fears. Her fear of being alone surrounded by empty soulless husks seems to have manifested into being alone surrounded by empty soulless husks. I think that's really interesting.

Even so, thank you for pretending to care.

This line just makes me sad. She knows -- or believes -- she's completely alone, and the only interactions she can get are from things she knows -- or believes -- aren't human, aren't even alive, not properly. I'm just... really sad about Lorell St John. God, get her a hug, and a real life human friend, and some actual help from a real life human person... But it's too late for that, isn't it. Either they're not real, and she's in the real world, and she believes wholeheartedly that no one around her is real -- which is actually the better of the two situations -- or she's in a different world, surrounded by people who aren't people, and... well, her fear at being the last one left, her fear of the people who aren't people surrounding her, her isolation... well, I'm sure it's a feast for The Fears. I don't think they're likely to let her go any time soon.

It can be hard, though, sometimes, other, other people. Feelings. I-I’m trying to focus, trying to make sure I’m the same me as before, but how can anyone really remember that? How do you know you’re the same person that went to sleep?

Low empathy Jarchivist rights?

This gets me thinking about the whole teleportation thing, and not being the same person, just being killed and reconstructed exactly the same. What makes you you? Is it your memories? The actual, physical stuff that makes up your body? Is it something else? Is it just a feeling? I like thinking about stuff like that. Metaphysics is interesting.

ARCHIVIST I don’t… Music. Everything was wrong. Gertrude was there and then… dancing? I think? Then… pain, and I was somewhere else. Dreaming

You were somewhere else you say. Interesting. I'm sure that turn of phrase won't come up ever again. /s

To transcribe from messages to Jay Mapleejay (follow owl pls ty)

KILLING AND MAIMING "Somewhere else" EE And that's like his spooky dream hellscape Obviously you know, you've listened to the same podcast i have AND THEN LIKE OBVIOUSLY THE SOMEWHERE ELSE IN EPISODE 200 LIKE 👀UHH UH UH UH

So, that's interesting in a completely normal way.

(Oh funnily enough in an earlier message on that topic I said "I'm gonna make a tumblr post about this. At some point." so. yep)

Oh and some other thinking about the first 3 episodes about season 4 things:

what RIGHT did the first three episodes of tma [season 4] have to be: 1. Emotionally damaging 2. HAVE UH THAT??? THAT??? [referring to the somewhere else thing] 3. *dying in parallels* 4. low/no empathy character <3 she's just like me fr 5. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM THE BRAIN THINKING HAHAHAHAHAH L

Jay said "relistening to tma is a form of torture /hj" and I have to agree tbh. I'm in emotional pain.

ARCHIVIST (Darkly) What did he do to Martin?

*points* GAY

Well, I guess we should probably let one of the nurses know I’m awake. I’m sure they have all sorts of tests to do, make sure I’m not a zombie or a…

Or a what Jon?

ARCHIVIST (Calling) Oh, or a cup of t- ... Okay.

AND HERE WE END, VERY SAD, JONS HAVING A BAD TIME, SOMETHINGS GOING ON WITH MARTIN, AND NOTHING IS OKAY! Perfect start to season 4 :) depression, the season.

[awellboiledicicle]

the fun thing about rereading Eldritch Bingo to get back into writing it is that April and Michael pack bond through 1 phone call.

April because he's the first one to sound like they GENUINELY believe them. Michael because that man will get an emotional connection with a sock if pressed. Ok no, its because he's very well aware SOME of the ookie spookies they look into are 100% legit and even if April was just having a series of mental problems, they're still experiencing these emotions and its exactly what Ryan dealt with through his short life. He's inclined to get attached to most statement givers, but he often doesn't see the aftermath in action, so to speak. Even field work follow ups generally get someone acting a lot more closed off than April is by the time they talk on the phone.

And then they leave their final words--as far as he knows-- to HIM to do something with instead of like... a friend or family member. He's emotionally involved over here.

Meanwhile Eric Delano, resident Bitter Old Man is just like "this is literally not on you" "But i oculd have helped!" "no u couldn't" "BUT MAYBE"

Meanwhile x2 April just. gets eaten by the fucking distortion and chooses violence. gets vomited up for later chewing on. goes to hospital. sells soul for job with dental. As you do.

Elias really does just have emts scrape them off the floor and decide to study them under a microscope, annoyances be damned.

Man really paid to legally [cough] import an american with Peter's credit card just because they were weird. Covered in spiral slime and marked up like a school gym floor.

you see i like looking back on my fic like i didn't write it because in most cases my brain's dumped all info about it in a corner until i reread it and it really feels like i'm getting someone else's fic. its fun, but also means i die of psychic damage when i find a typo. so win lose

[acoustic-eel]

in no way shape or form is this an original thought *but* in planning my next writing project i'm thinking so much about how michael shelley and gerry keay, my beloved narrative tools, show the power of putting a face to something

like do we love them and hate gertrude robinson because fandom (in general) loves a Sad Pretty Boy and hates women? maybe! probably! i'm not trying to discount that. but also, michael and gerry are people with thoughts and goals and the ability to suffer, and Oh Boy Do They. we can latch onto and identify with them, we can think about their place in the world and the lives they could've had, if only— . meanwhile the whole idea of a cosmic horror is that it's beyond comprehension, we can barely conceptualize the damage that even one Fear could do at its full power, let alone all fourteen of them.

(and even though we do see what happens when all of them run rampant, it's still in smaller more digestible vignettes, often through the eyes of a statement giver or through the Eyes of jon himself)

so on paper, sacrificing one Sad Pretty Boy to save the whole world from The Horrors sounds like a great deal, and gertrude robinson is absolutely right to do it. but the threats she's saving the world from are inherently faceless, and so is 'the world' as an idea— we care about them in an intellectual, conceptual way, but the way we care about people with faces is so much more visceral and primal than that. the brain vs. the heart. like how it's easy to grow numb after a long description of wartorn fields and cities, until you read about the ash-covered doll left behind by a child or the scrawny dog scavenging a burned-out deli market. you know?

[thespoot]

Reading Challenge Update - #20

Book number 3 goes to spot #20 A short story, one with less than 5,000 words. I read the whole collection of short stories, Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang, which certainly contained stories under 5000 words lol.

Why this book: This was part of my sci-fi language wishlist for books that use linguistics/language as a central theme or plot point. When I realized this had the story that the movie Arrival was based on, I was even more excited to read this collection.

Why this category: Last time I did this challenge, I got really hung up on trying to figure out how many words various books had. Kinda not caring as much this time, haha. Are there short stories? Sweet, probably under or about 5000 words I bet.

What did I think: This was an excellent collection of stories. I had two favorites. First, Division by Zero. Short stories are such magic - so few words and I care so much about Renee and her work and Carl and his poor choices lol. Second, Hell is the Absence of God. Good world-building, I easily identified with the main character and his ambivalence towards religion and belief. The ending of this, *chef's kiss*. I always enjoy a good ironic story about how cruel love/devotion can be.

Stories of Your Life was also great. I enjoyed Arrival, but I liked what the short story focused on instead of creating some wild threat to humanity. I also liked that there were more humans who understood the alien writing system - and more humans therefore who were going to experience this new way of seeing the universe with this "simultaneous consciousness."

My least favorite was probably 72 Letters - neat idea with industrializing the golem. But I felt like it got really bogged down in building the world and explaining the minutiae of making golems. It's a short story, you don't need to spend that many words suspending my believe. Let's hear more about the Kabbalist, the cultural impact of the golems, and what the elite British wind up doing when the plan comes to fruition. Overall though, great collection of stories and definitely recommend.

A quote or two:

"What he insists on is that they not love God under a misapprehension, that if they wish to love God, they be prepared to do so no matter what His intentions. God is not just, God is not kind, God is not merciful, and understanding that is essential to true devotion." ~ Hell is the Absence of God

"-'No one could actually experience such a thing; it's like believing six impossible things efore breakfast.' -'How would you know what I can experienced?'" ~ Division by Zero

"Brain damage is never a good idea, no matter what your friends say." ~ Liking What You See: A Documentary

Next books: On my Discworld journey, I finished Jingo and started Last Continent. I'm excited to see how many categories I can shove Discworld into lol. My kiddo recently started The Giver at school, and I finished that during a long night at the hospital. I had never read it before. I also still have Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky in the wings.

[priyushneuro]

Is spinal surgery high risk?

Spinal surgery is considered a high-risk surgery because the spinal cord and its components and the surrounding tissue and organs are sensitive and body structures. It is the longest part of the skeletal system of humans. At the same time, it contains the spinal cord – an essential component in the nervous system. It enables the flow of signals between the brain and other parts of the body. Hence, it is indisputable that any intervention in the spine area is always dangerous to some degree. However, depending on the particular type of surgery, the general patient condition and the surgeon's qualifications the possible risks might be different. Such risks are affected when selecting the best spine surgery hospital in Jaipur, Rajasthan.

Here, I would like to suggest one of the best spine surgery hospitals in Jaipur, which is Priyush Neuro &  Super Speciality Hospital. It was run by one of the top neurosurgeons in India - Dr. Yogesh Gupta. He is a renowned neurosurgeon who can handle all kinds of critical cases, whether spine surgery or brain surgery. He has expertise in all neurosurgeries and uses the best and latest minimally invasive procedures to obtain the best results. 

Types of Spinal Surgeries

Spinal surgeries or the operations can be simple, like the discectomy and laminectomy. And complex, like the spinal fusion and vertebral column resection. Generally, minimally invasive surgeries are associated with a lower risk because they require small cuts, minor blood loss, and less time for healing. However, when the surgical procedure is more complex, possibly requiring significant reconstruction of the spine, then the surgery has more risks associated with it. It includes infection, blood clots, nerve damage, or adverse anesthesia reactions.

Which factors influence the risk of spine surgery?

Several factors can influence the risk level of spine surgery:

1) Patient Health: It is important to note that patients with pre-existing conditions like diabetes, heart issues, or being overweight will have increased risks to their surgeries. Furthermore, the patient's age may also play a role. Patients of a higher age usually experience more complications.

2) Type of Surgery: As pointed out earlier, most minimally invasive surgeries are associated with less risk when compared to complex reconstructive ones.Though there is a huge role of a hospital and Doctor also. You have to go with the best spine surgery hospital in Jaipur, and with the best neurosurgeon in India also.  

3) Surgeon Experience: This also makes it very important because the team of surgeons who perform the operations is essential in reducing risks. The team should be of the best neurosurgeons in India. Like we can take an example of Dr. Yogesh Gupta, he is an renowned neurosurgeon in India at the best spine surgery hospital in Jaipur.

4) Hospital Facilities: The general standard of the hospital and the facilities it has in place also influence the risk. Spinal surgeries usually require specialized equipment and experienced healthcare givers; hence, hospitals that deal with these surgeries usually will have better results. When selecting the best spine surgery hospital in Jaipur (Rajasthan), these factors are most important.

Conclusion

Genuinely speaking, spinal surgery is not without risks, but with today's technology and surgical procedures, the risks are mitigated. Contemporary techniques are more accurate with fewer side effects. Patients are likely to recuperate in the shortest time possible. Nevertheless, applying strict criteria for selecting patients and spending adequate time on operation preparation for spinal surgery is successful. It comprises extensive assessments to confirm that surgery is needed and appropriate to the patient's condition. It was advised that patients in Jaipur and Rajasthan should consult the Priyush Hospital, one of the best spine surgery hospitals in Jaipur to receive proper treatment. The selection of a health care centre should be a careful one. With a super speciality of spine surgery hospitals in Jaipur, Rajasthan, the patients get services from qualified surgeons besides enjoying advanced hospital equipment. Priyush Hospital has neurologists, orthopaedic surgeons, and physiotherapists for the patient's convenience. Hence, making it easier to coordinate in performing surgeries has enhanced post-operation patient results. The hospital needs to have a good record of the outcomes of spinal surgeries and adequate follow-up care after the surgery to ensure a proper recovery.

[filomenasezinsights]

Hate Destroys Our Health....

Hate has no benefits for the giver or receiver. Hate floods our circulatory system with stress hormones. Hormones that clog arteries and damage the heart. Hate’s by-product anger elevates blood pressure and destroys the digestion system. Thoughts of revenge prevent the brain and nervous system from resting and recharging. Love is a nurturing behavior that benefits the giver and receiver. Love…

[what-do-bunyips-look-like]

I think its important that people also recognize that all these are early 20th century eugenicist talking points. There was a time when "The Giver" style dystopias were genuinely seen as the ideal state of humanity among a certain kind of "progressive" intellectual. Which is especially scary knowing that what finally made this line of thinking unfashionable was uh, World War II.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman (yes of The Yellow Wallpaper) goes into all of this in tedious detail in her "utopian" novels:

Eugenic control of the human population:

"Idiots, hopeless ones, we don't keep any more[.] The grade of average humanity is steadily rising; and we have the proud satisfaction of knowing we have helped it rise."

"We killed many hopeless degenerates, insane, idiots, and real perverts, after trying our best powers of cure."

Human control of all ecosystems, elimination of all predators and inconvenient species:

"As a matter of fact, I don't think there are any [tigers] left by this time; I hope not." "Do you mean to tell me that your new humanitarianism has exterminated whole species?" "Why not? Would England be pleasant if the gray wolf still ran at large? We are now trying, as rapidly as possible, to make this world safe and habitable everywhere."

In Herland there's a whole section about the extinction of insect species and how this is great and part of caring for nature:

“It was a butterfly that made me a forester,” said Ellador. “I was about eleven years old, and I found a big purple-and-green butterfly on a low flower. I caught it, very carefully, by the closed wings, as I had been told to do, and carried it to the nearest insect teacher [...] to ask her its name. She took it from me with a little cry of delight. ‘Oh, you blessed child,’ she said. [...] ‘This is a female of the obernut moth,’ she told me. ‘They are almost gone. We have been trying to exterminate them for centuries. If you had not caught this one, it might have laid eggs enough to raise worms enough to destroy thousands of our nut trees—thousands of bushels of nuts—and make years and years of trouble for us.’ “Everybody congratulated me. The children all over the country were told to watch for that moth, if there were any more."

We even have elimination of ageing:

"Of course, you don't know what we're doing about age—how differently we feel. As a matter of physiology we find that about one hundred and fifty ought to be our natural limit; and that with proper conditions we can easily get to be a hundred now. Ever so many do."

(This is not even getting into the elimination of captive and domestic animals, that veganism is the only moral way to eat, the implication that slavery is a good thing, that sex should only be for procreation, that the world would be saved if specifically white women were in charge, etc.)

On one hand I find it reassuring to know that people have had this exact kind of brain rot before and that its not a sign of the fall of humanity. But these ideas did a huge amount of damage and caused unimaginable amounts of suffering the first time they were in vogue (and one could argue they're part of why our ecosystems are destabilized in the first place), and if left unchecked they absolutely will again.

I have to say it does make me really depressed and even more worried for the future that any human being is actually capable of thinking we should eliminate all forms of violence from all wild animal species. The first time I saw someone saying this I thought they were satirizing PETA or something, inventing an extreme conclusion to animal rights as a joke. Now I know it's a real philosophical movement increasingly popular with a bunch of rich tech people who go around giving speeches at universities about how we should just flood the natural world with GMO's to try and "herbivorize predators," wipe out all parasites, cure all disease, eliminate aging and remove just all forms of pain or even competition from all ecosystems. "But that will just DESTROY those ecosystems" you say. Yeah they know and they want that too. They call nature things like "The Darwinian House of Horrors" and dream of a future where the entire planet is a tightly controlled, deathless biotech zoo. "But we shouldn't worry because that's impossible anyway" yes, yes it is, but it's entirely possible to release genetically altered organisms into the wild and these people already talk about "starting small" with CRISPR experimentation. There's already corporations testing GM mosquitoes that can't bite anymore. As soon as any of these fuckoffs get access to enough money and backing they're going to attempt that with an eagle or a shark or a big cat, and they're probably going to find out the hard way that their idea won't work the way they want it to but in the meantime they'll quite possibly cause an extinction or two, and then they're going to just keep trying it again. This is in their little ted talks and thinkpieces. They think everything's already doomed anyway and that if they accidentally wipe out a species it just won't matter because extinctions are natural and at least that species is no longer suffering. They call their movement things like "compassionate biology" and "effective altruism," in case you're wondering what to look out for. They've got all sorts of web communities for it, like this one. but before you go thinking they're just animal rights fanatics, DON'T WORRY! They do in fact include humans in their plans! They think gene editing should also be put towards the eradication of all disability, neurodivergence, or maybe even "capacity for cruelty" in humans! They sit around wanking all day about their eugenicist dream zombie utopia :) :) :) did I mention lots of them are actually rich with actual corporate and academic connections lololol

[muttsmischiefacademysblog]

Audio YouTube link - https://youtu.be/_oTR1zbtaYM?si=pxQjEV_2k45ooXxY

Whenever I work with clients struggling with an adolescent dog it is really quite simple. What were you like as a teenager? Were you a ray of sunshine and enjoyable company? Or were you a pain in the butt, didn't listen, ran off, blasted music? Refused to eat? Perfect in front of your peers' parents?

Teenage humans and teenage dogs are not too dissimilar to one another. Many parents struggle to speak to their teenage children just as they do their teenage dog.

The following research I will be discussing is based upon the research of 70 potential guide dog bitches. So these dogs are not your typical pet dog. (1)

Through research we understand that the less secure the attachment to the caregiver the more negative effects we see and changes in physiology. Dogs are likely to enter into early puberty, experience heightened conflict and bitches can become reproductively ready earlier than they should be biologically. It was also found adolescent dogs could not follow cues owing to the insecure attachments with their guardians. (2)

We have to understand that the dog as a species undergoes massive hormonal changes and brain reorganisation just like a human teenager. Motivations change as dogs enter into puberty just like humans. (3)

So scientifically from research it was found that securely attached dogs entered into puberty earlier just like humans and there was also more conflict for human teenagers who were insecurely attached just like dogs.

Researchers could not understand the reason as to why dogs who were insecurely attached to their guardians wouldn't follow cues from their guardians but did from trainers and also individuals with no knowledge of training. So this demonstrates that the dogs only followed the trainers with much better skills and reward delivery.

Adolescence is a sensitive period of the development of life for most mammals including rats. It is believed from the evidence available that this is due to the brain development and changes in the neural circuitry. (4)

It was also found that dogs who were insecurely attached and distressed with being left alone were unable to follow cues even more so. It was also found that these dogs' levels of training were poorer when compared to other dogs. (5)

It could be that the adolescent conflict is in fact a survival strategy for the dog in securing their environment just as teenagers test their parents to feel safer and secure a secure attachment. Care givers, parents, guardians are essential for survival. (6)

We have to remember that as human-like as dogs are, they are a species that is designed to exist and survive. All mammals are programmed to survive. Dogs need a secure attachment, children need a secure attachment, it makes common sense logical thinking on the dogs part to test the parameters of the attachment just like human teenagers.

Adolescence is fleeting and a passing time, at the time of the experience of adolescence you may feel that your dog doesn't love you, doesn't want you, doesn't want to interact with you, is a complete and unmanageable nightmare. But this time is fleeting. Just as with a human child you need to stay the course to enjoy such a beautiful relationship when this time passes.

There is data which shows the damage to dog welfare through punishment based methods and relinquishment to shelters as this is the most common age that a dog is relinquished. (7)

These dogs then remain insecure because their secure attachment was taken away from them and we know that dogs who experience this struggle to form secure and healthy attachments with new potential guardians and we see many dogs return again and again.

So do you have what it takes to stay the course? Can you battle through adolescence and accept it for the fleeting period it is? Can you fulfil your dog's needs to feel securely attached to you? Are you ready to embrace a beautiful journey with your dog?

For anyone struggling with the puppy blues I have made a free Webinar and slideshow which you can access here: https://youtu.be/FGELvIQuZYI?si=lAOIoW6PdGYicxLq

You can also get support directly from our community group

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Of course you can also reach out to book a consult at: www.muttsnmischief.com or muttsandmischief@gmail.com

References

Asher, L, England C. W. G, Somerville R, Harvey D.N. 2020. Teenage dogs? Evidence for adolescent-phase conflict behaviour and an association between attachment to humans and pubertal timing in the domestic dog. Biol Lett. 2020 May; 16(5): 20200097. Doi: 10.1098/rsbl.2020.0097

Romero T, Nagasawa M, Mogi K, Hasegawa T, Kikusui T. 2014. Oxytocin promotes social bonding in dogs. Proc. Natl Acad. Sci. USA 111, 9085–9090. ( 10.1073/pnas.1322868111)

Sisk CL, Zehr JL. 2005. Pubertal hormones organize the adolescent brain and behavior. Front. Neuroendocrinol. 26, 163–174. ( 10.1016/j.yfrne.2005.10.003)

Harvey ND. 2019. Adolescence. In Encyclopedia of animal cognition and behavior (eds Vonk J, Shackelford TK). New York, NY: Springer.

Allen JP, Land D. 1999. Attachment in adolescence. In Handbook of attachment: theory, research, and clinical applications (eds Cassidy J, Shaver PR), pp. 319–335. New York, NY: Guilford Press; See http://psycnet.apa.org/psycinfo/1999-02469-015.

Cooper ML, Shaver PR, Collins NL. 1998. Attachment styles, emotion regulation, and adjustment in adolescence. J. Pers. Soc. Psychol. 74, 1380–1397. ( 10.1037/0022-3514.74.5.1380)

Weiss E, Slater M, Garrison L, Drain N, Dolan E, Scarlett JM, Zawistowski SL. 2014. Large dog relinquishment to two municipal facilities in New York City and Washington, D.C.: identifying targets for intervention. Animals 4, 409–433. ( 10.3390/ani4030409)

[preparefirstaidtraining]

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) provides lifesaving emergency care to someone experiencing cardiac arrest by manually pumping oxygenated blood to their vital organs. Rapid CPR can dramatically increase the chance of survival for the victim. However, CPR is only effective if administered properly and immediately when cardiac arrest occurs. This underscores the importance of widespread CPR Training Winnipeg to equip both medical professionals and the general public with the skills to perform CPR when the need inevitably arises.

Understanding Cardiac Arrest

Cardiac arrest simply means that the heart has unexpectedly stopped beating. This cuts off blood circulation to the brain and other vital organs, quickly leading to death if blood flow is not restored immediately. Cardiac arrest can be triggered by various heart conditions or events like a heart attack, electrocution, drowning, drug overdose, or physical trauma. When cardiac arrest happens, quick action through CPR is imperative to prevent permanent organ damage or death.

The Chain of Survival

Emergency medicine identifies a “chain of survival” for optimizing the chances of recovering from cardiac arrest. The steps include:

Early recognition of cardiac arrest and activation of emergency response.

Immediate CPR to restore some blood circulation.

Rapid defibrillation if needed to restore a normal heart rhythm.

Advanced life support and post-resuscitation care.

The goal is to minimize any interruptions in oxygenated blood reaching the vital organs, especially the brain. CPR is the critical second link in this chain of survival. The precious minutes waiting for emergency responders to arrive may be too late. Immediate CPR can make all the difference.

Who Needs CPR Training Winnipeg

CPR training should extend beyond healthcare professionals to also encompass:

First responders like police, fire fighters, and EMTs to provide emergency CPR while transporting victims to the hospital.

Lifeguards, coaches, teachers, and others in roles protecting the public.

Employees in workplaces and industries with higher risk of accidents and cardiac events.

The general public, including parents, care givers, and good Samaritans who may be called upon to administer CPR in an emergency until help arrives.

Comprehensive CPR Courses Winnipeg improves competency in the proper techniques and protocols recommended for maximizing effectiveness. Periodic retraining is also important to maintain skills as guidelines evolve. Widespread CPR certification translates into saved lives.

CPR Training Components

Complete CPR training addresses:

Assessing unresponsiveness and recognizing the signs of cardiac arrest.

Safely positioning the victim for CPR.

Administering effective chest compressions at the proper pace and depth.

Assisting ventilation through rescue breathing techniques.

Operating an automated external defibrillator (AED) if available.

Following universal precautions against disease transmission.

Coordinating with emergency responders upon arrival.

Managing emotional stress and continuing CPR until advanced help is available.

Practical skills development on CPR training manikins simulates real-world experience to build confidence. Many courses now also incorporate virtual reality scenarios. Staying current through online CPR refreshers and skill practice is key.

CPR in Action Saves Lives

While cardiac arrest survival rates currently average only about 10%, effective bystander CPR can double or triple the chance of recovery. Real-world examples demonstrate the power of CPR training:

School staff certified in CPR saved a student who collapsed during basketball practice.

A hotel guest survived sudden cardiac arrest thanks to quick response by CPR-trained staff.

Performing CPR kept a heart attack victim alive for 15 minutes until paramedics arrived.

Lifeguards performed CPR on two drowning victims who walked out of the hospital neurologically intact.

Rapid CPR sustains oxygenated blood flow to buy precious time for advanced interventions that can ultimately restart the heart. Empowering more people with proper CPR skills through certification training will save many more lives. Along with CPR training, it is better to get AED training Winnipeg as well. It will contribute a lot more towards the knowledge you have and offer much-needed assistance with saving more people.

Final words

Cardiac arrest can strike without warning. Having members of the public trained and ready to perform CPR can make the difference between life and death before emergency care arrives. CPR Training Winnipeg should be encouraged for professionals and non-professionals alike to expand the community network of qualified responders. Widespread CPR knowledge and skills will help more victims survive.

Saving Lives Through CPR Training Winnipeg

[thanksitsatraumaresponse]

What is C-PTSD?

C-PTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) is a condition where an adolescent is exposed to relational trauma hundreds if not thousands of times. They are forced to grow up in a hostile environment where there is little to no chance of escape- because it is the child’s parent, care giver, and/or loved one which they cannot escape from.

The adolescent then learns an unconventional set of social survival skills, including being stripped of their identity and personality. They often grow up thinking that they are worthless. Eternally bad. A waste. A mistake. This expresses itself as depression, anxiety, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, psycho-somatic disorders, and more. C-PTSD has been linked to impaired memory function as well as other brain impairments… yes that means brain damage. Trauma causes brain damage.

Most times, these children grow into highly functioning adults… too highly functioning. Our brains work on overtime looking for potential re-traumatizing situations. Sometimes, they even create them through their words or actions, purposefully sabotaging something good before it inevitably turns into something that hurts them. They have an immense fear of failing or having no worth or purpose, so they push themselves into stressful situations to make sure they avoid failure or avoid their trauma.

Trauma masks itself very well and then unveils it’s sneering face at the worst of times. It can take years for it to re-surface, but trust me, it always does.

But there is hope! C-PTSD is environmentally NOT genetically caused. Which means… we can change. We can choose for ourselves who we want to be. How we want to be. The things we like and don’t like. What we choose to tolerate and most important, what we choose not to.

Love yourself because you made it this far ✨