#Energetically very coherent. Well done.

[theamityelf]

I was thinking about your Mini's au while I was making som fanart if it and I was wondering how UDG/V3 would be able to work with the concept.

I'm totally sure with Udg with V3 minis (that just seems like...not great lol) However V3 with UDG characters seem a little more fun and can we could get more creative with it instead of having just either THH or GBD as their mini senpais (although it's kinda funny to think about there being a DOUBLE amount of senpais to take care of.)

Theres kind of a lot of ways we can go with this. We could just have the main characters (WOH, Komaru and Toko) and only them. Which could result in the pairing (or more) of the V3 characters to take care of 1 of the 7 minis. (I'd say Shuichi and Kaede take care of Komaru because it's adorable. Imagine Shuichi with 2 very energetic enthusiastic girls. He'd die + Naehara maybe who knows ooooooh~)

But we could also go the route of including other characters from the game such as Yuta, Taichi, Hiroko, Izuru perchance, and even Shiro and Kuro Kumas. Add in Byakuya for some spice That would bumb us up from 7 to 11 ( bears cause I'm not totally down for it. And izu could be done differently) It makes pairs easier to divide!!

For more fun we could include Hajime and Makoto from the demo!! It evens out the characters much well and they could accompany Kaede as they did in the demo but now we have a Protag squad (yaaaaay) Additionally it allows for some good sibling bonding for Makoto and Komaru!

I was imaging that for Trial 1 they disappear halfway and nobody would be able to find them afterwards (referencing the end of the demo because it just cuts off mid trial) which adds some drama for the V3 students that were assigned to them. In a similar light, Hajime and Izuru switch places mid trial and Makoto is still nowhere to be found. Allows us to include all UDG characters present and even more issues!!

For the pairings it would be hard to say but I'm working on a chart at the moment and if interested I'll totally share it in the next ask! (I work better with charts it's unfortunate 😞)

I dunno hehe, It's really a 4 am idea it might not be coherent lmao but I had fun writing this out. Thanks for letting me get my ideas out lol, I hope you enjoy reading this!

(Btdubs I'm still working on that mini rp server, I'll get back to you when it's up and running >:D)

(Awesome!!! So exciting!!)

(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)

I really, really like the idea of the V3 cast having to pair up to care for Mini UDG cast. I would definitely love to see your chart, if you do make one. Right now, my thoughts are:

Komaru, Toko, the Warriors of Hope, and Yuta makes eight minis for the sixteen participants.

Kaede and Shuichi can share custody of Komaru, like you said. That works great, for the reasons you said.

Himiko and Tenko can maybe share custody of Yuta, because that would be challenging for both of them for different reasons, and I find that kinda funny. They would have to adjust in cute ways. Himiko is exhausted just watching him, but he fully buys into her magic stuff, and she becomes amenable to being more active.

Kokichi and Kiibo share custody of Monaca, but Kokichi is too un-trusting to actually share custody. (The rules are still that you die if the mini you're caring for dies.) This means that, if all else goes the same (which it of course probably wouldn't), then Kiibo wouldn't be around Monaca almost at all until Chapter 5, and then he loses his antenna. Monaca would understand the significance of the antenna so quickly. Honestly, she probably clocked it long before he even lost the antenna, and she mentioned it to Kokichi early on.

(I thought about having Kokichi paired up with Gonta, but I think not doing that shows off how special it is that Kokichi trusted Gonta with some of his plans.)

Kirumi and Maki share custody of Kotoko. It would be mostly Kirumi at first, but it would bring out a very cute side of Maki.

I'm torn between having Kaito and Angie share Masaru and having Korekiyo and Angie share Jataro. But I already have a fic for Kiyo, Angie, and Jataro, so actually maybe Rantaro and Angie could share custody of Jataro. They would be so supportive and patient.

Korekiyo and Gonta share custody of Toko. Because bugs and serial killers and the arts; it just feels like it would be a cool match in a lot of ways. Toko sits on top of Gonta's bug catcher. Also, Gonta casually picks up Toko's author vocabulary. Also also, I like the idea of these three spending time together.

Kaito and Miu share custody of Masaru? They would get so parental about it so quickly. Like, they would genuinely talk to each other like divorced parents. "Has he eaten?" "You're giving him a lot of screen time." Miu has a clear willingness to be maternal at the drop of a hat, and Kaito would match Masaru's high energy and need for attention really well.

Tsumugi and Ryoma share Nagisa? Ryoma having someone to care for would be a big deal for him, and the shared mental illness would be out of this world. Tsumugi might craft a tiny Nagisa Shiota cosplay.

Again, these are just the initial brainstorm matchups, lol.

But having the participants share a mini-person goes well with the rule where two people can survive together in this one (and also maybe parallels the Monokuma-and-Monokubs dynamic, but I digress). Plus it allows the potential for drama, because it seems like it would be a no-brainer that, if you were to survive with one person, it would be the person you share a mini with, but some characters feel differently.

Maybe Kirumi is the one who cares for any minis who lose both caretakers (if that ever happens).

And maybe part of Angie's new rules, once the student council stuff starts happening, is something about sharing the minis communally as a protective measure or even turning them over to her so they're all protected in one place, but then someone points out that doing this would mean that Angie could kill anyone without consequences by killing their mini. Angie wouldn't actually do that, but whether the unspoken threat of it is intentional or not remains unclear. She doesn't end up getting everyone's minis, but maybe she gathers a few together, from other student council members. Having a lot of minis in one place has the potential to prevent one's self from being murdered.

The downside to this is that I'm now realizing that the Mini Classmate AU's are arguably more fun without plot, lol. A part of me kind of just wants these characters to hang out in the situation rather than doing a Danganronpa. But also. It's fun either way. 🤣

[midnightechoes]

Okay, so My Adventures With Superman was everything I hoped it would be and more! Clark is a fun, charming, earnest himbo. Lois is a driven, confident reporter with a knack for finding a story and not really thinking of the trouble it'll get her into. And Jimmie is an eager conspiracy theorist who's ready to uncover the truth with his friends.

I honestly love this version of the main trio. They're funny, energetic, and lively and they go together well. And most of the background characters are fun so far. Perry is fantastic as their perpetually tired and fed up with their bs boss. This Ma Kent is FANTASTIC. And this version of Livewire is an interesting (and hot) take on the character.

And I love how immediately into each other Lois and Clark are. Their obvious crushes on each other is refreshing and done really well, leading to a lot of cute moments just in the first two episodes.

So okay, when I watched this, my first thought, after just "holy shit this is great!" was that WOW, for a completely straight show, it just kind of feels gay. Like, it has a very queer vibe to it. Somehow, despite Lois and Clark being a het relationship it kind of feels sapphic as hell in the way it's done. And I'm sorry, but this version of Livewire was designed for lesbians:

So I looked at the credits, and yep, it made sense.

The show was developed by Jake Wyatt, who worked in the animation department for the Duck Tales reboot and Steven Universe. Josie Campbell is the co-producer, who was a writer and story editor on She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. The first episode was directed by Jen Bennett, who directed 17 SPOP episodes, including Princess Prom, Promise, and Save the Cat. And the second episode was directed by Diana Huh, who was a co-director and storyboard artist on SPOP, and a storyboard artist on the Duck Tales Reboot, Infinity Train, and DC Superhero Girls.

My point is that there are a number of SPOP alum working on this show and it shows because somehow, someway, this silly little (so far) completely het show about one of the oldest superheroes and America's boy scout, feels fresh and gay as hell.

And who knows, maybe there'll actually be some queer content down the line. I mean, Kara is supposed to show up at some point. 😏 A girl can dream, can't she?*

My Adventures With Superman feel fun, fresh, and very anime-inspired and I 100% recommend checking it out. It airs on Adult Swim and HBO Max, and the first episode is free to watch on Adult Swim's Youtube page.

Also, I want you all to know that I worked really hard to make this a decently coherent post and not just a lot of squealing about how great this show is and how adorable fucking Clark and Lois are.

*For real, if, against all odds, this show was somehow the show that pulled off Supercorp, I would LOSE. MY. MIND. I know, there is a 0.0002% chance of that happening, but again, a girl can DrEaM!

[coriander-candlesticks]

I've been trying to figure out how to incorporate religious practice into my life & trying to get over the fear of being...annoying? If that's the right word? It feels a little like tugging on the gods' sleeves when I make more than one offering a day to them even though I know I'm not, like, being rude by *checks notes* giving them things or dedicating time/activities to them. Today I made a dessert in preparation for tomorrow's Pathfinder game and dedicated that time spent baking to Hestia and Aphrodite, and it was really nice! I feel like I'm starting to find my footing despite my worries. I'm also trying to make sure I take time where I'm not thinking about religion at all so that I don't start to ruminate/spiral. It's happened a few times already to varying degrees and it's! Not fun!

It's possible it's hindsight/confirmation bias, but I do think the vibes of my tarot deck changed when I started reaching out to the Greek deities. It makes sense: I was using my deck to reach out to a completely different deity/deities before I started exploring Hellenic polytheism. And it's definitely not in a bad way, just more energetic and...light? When before it was heavier (in a comforting way). I've gotten consistently coherent pulls, too, which is nice.

I've been trying to remember to pour a libation to Hermes at certain street corners when I'm out & about, but I have to make a game plan for when other people are also in the area, even if it's just psyching myself up so I don't look awkward while I do it. I have a pendant that I keep in front of his altar/shrine jar that I try to remember to take with me when I travel, and it's been cool having something in my pocket that's consistently reminding me of him because I check so often to make sure it's still there. There were some...issues with my commute on Monday (a true comedy of errors on the city's part) but the change in routine was a *lot* easier to handle in the morning. Of course, the unusually cool temperature helped, but I do accredit the smooth transition to Hermes because I wasn't stressed at *all* for the vast majority of my commute when I usually would have been wiped from the mental/sensory strain of having to pivot & kinda just hope I guessed right on what to do next. The commute home was a nightmare but I didn't have a whole-ass work day ahead of me after that so the stress didn't matter as much (and I was able to get through the last bus ride & walk from the stop which I wasn't sure I'd have the mental fortitude for).

I'm almost done with the statue of Hermes I've been working on, and I finished a set of alphabet oracle "stones" (squares made from air dry clay...would that technically be closer to potsherds?) tonight. I'll share a picture of them once I finish their bag- I have some leftover green cotton yarn from a recent project that I think will go well with them. We'll see how well they hold up, though I'm not planning on doing the "shake them until one falls out" method so hopefully they'll last a while. I worked on them in the living room this evening, instead of in my room. I'm getting more comfortable showing little elements of what I've been exploring to my housemates; it was nice to be able to sit & paint & listen to the iliad while my friend did his own thing next to me on the couch.

I'm still trying to figure out how to gauge each housemates' potential reactions. It'll probably be fine: friend 1 actively has an altar-esque space and uses tarot cards and a pendulum and friend 2 is friend 1's wife. I'm a bit worried about friend 3 being weird about it, at least at first, but considering he was experimenting with witchcraft-esque things a few years ago (I distinctly remember charms & him discussing which of the wheel of the year days he wanted to observe) I think I'm overthinking things. He's an atheist & his view of witchcraft was, at the very least, *similar* to the psych model, which I think is where the hesitation has been coming from on my end. I have therapy this weekend so I think I'll start bringing things up then. The office my therapist is in openly advertises all sorts of alt/witchcraft things so I think I'll be safe there lol

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@shxtodxroki : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Nishinoya Yu

-> As boisterous and friendly as he normally is, he completely clams up the first few times he tries talking to you! He can’t help it - talking to cute girls, especially if he doesn’t know them, causes him to just freeze up (and then he’s mentally kicking himself for looking and sounding stupid). The first coherent thing out of his mouth (immediately after a greeting) is a compliment on your bright pink hair - it totally caught his eye, and he loves how the color looks on you and how it contrasts nicely with your green eyes. It does make him feel a little bit better that you also seem to be struggling to move the awkward, stilted conversation forward, though. Of course, this is all temporary - both you and Noya are friendly with a knack for connecting with others; the initial awkwardness will dissipate soon enough, and then the two of you will be yapping all the time.

-> For all your overthinking and worrying over problems big and small, Nishinoya brings a straightforward, simplistic approach to any concerns you might have. For him, if it’s out of his control or if it’s something that ultimately isn’t going to bring about great consequences, he simply makes it a point to not worry about it. Sure, he has his worries just like everyone else does, but as long as he does all that he can and faces his issues head-on, he has no choice but to see how it all plays out. Noya, being close friends with Asahi, has seen many times the stress and anxiety that comes with overthinking. He lets you vent as much as you need - and though he doesn’t have any magic solutions to your worries, he tries to remind you to just focus on the here and now, and to let go when a situation is truly out of your control.

-> Noya isn’t the most creatively-inclined, but he’s your biggest hype man. It doesn’t matter if whatever project you’re working on is in the planning stage, halfway done, or completely finished - he loves to see it, and always has supportive, genuine compliments. And, really, all that matters to him is that you have an outlet where you can express and enjoy yourself. Volleyball is his passion (obviously, given the amount of blood, sweat, and tears he’s poured into practicing and becoming skilled) and he would prefer it if his partner also had something they were passionate about, something they loved doing on a regular basis. It’s easy for him to relate to someone like that, even if his area of interest is different from yours. Besides, whatever is important to you is important to him by extension. He wants to support you (and expects that you will also support him), which includes learning all about all the different types of art you engage in.

-> Your patience and reserved nature tempers Noya’s more excitable, impulsive one. He can get pretty fired up - in both a good way and a bad way. Yes, he’s quick to become eager and energetic, but he has a pretty quick temper on him as well. (On the plus side, Noya is more than willing to help you stand up for yourself, or even step in and handle the conflict for you… though he might not solve it very peacefully). There are a lot of spikes in his emotions - the relationship would work best if his partner understands that expressive is a core part of who he is, and they’re willing to extend grace to both his positive emotions and his negative emotions. Thankfully, Noya doesn’t mind if your energy doesn’t match his 100% - and really, he’s liable to get carried away around people who feed off his energy and throw it right back. Your quiet enthusiasm is still just as apparent to him, and he just claims that he has more than enough loud energy for the both of you.

-> And ultimately, the two of you aren’t so dissimilar in the way that you’re both very emotional, expressive people. Each of you have your own forms of expression, prone to different moods, but your emotionality is a strong bonding point for you two. You’re easily moved to tears, be it from happiness, sorrow, frustration - and it’s something that Noya finds surprisingly endearing. Funnily enough, he never considered himself much of a crier… Until he got together with you. He can’t help the misty eyes he gets when the two of you are sharing a particularly tender, heartwarming moment together, or the tears burning his eyes when something has upset you to the point of tears, his heart aching for you. If he notices your eyes tearing up while the two of you are watching a heartbreakingly sad scene in a movie, he pleads with you. “I swear! If you cry, I’m going to start crying!”

-> He’s not sure how to react to your silly, lame jokes that you like to crack here and there. Perhaps it just depends on what exactly the lame joke is. Sometimes you catch him off guard and he’s cackling at your wit. Other times, he scrunches up his nose at the ridiculous pun that just came out of your mouth (he claims he hates puns and dad humor, but he just doesn’t want to be seen thinking such dorky humor is actually funny). Well, you’re probably having fun regardless, even in light of his more lukewarm reactions to your humor. And really, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Noya loves your humor, and he likes being silly in turn, adoring your smile and laugh. He’s big on exaggerations - exclamations, big reactions, intense expressions on his cute face.

-> Both in light of your own personal preference, and how excitable Noya is, movie nights are best done at home. You love how it’s much more cozy and personal compared to a theater, and there’s less pressure to be quiet and respectful of the dozens of others who may be watching the same film (especially considering Tanaka once mentioned how noisy and rambunctious Noya gets when watching action films…) Noya is often in charge of buying and prepping the snacks while you get to pick the movie and set up the living room or bedroom. Regardless where the two of you set up, he insists on snuggling… though, he’s very much the type to squirm, tense up, and scoot to the edge of his seat during suspenseful scenes. You definitely get him to branch out in terms of genre - though, he’d really rather not watch any more horror films… he will politely ask you to spare him.

-> Luckily for you, Nishinoya is very open about his adoration and affection for you. And he’s not shy about it at all (until you do something especially cute - such as sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug, for example - and he malfunctions for a moment). He’s more than happy to be the one to cuddle up to you in bed, or beckon you over when he��s hanging out on the couch watching something. Noya is very sweet when verbally expressing his affection for you, too, using little nicknames, complimenting you, saying how lucky he is that you’re in his life… You won’t even get the chance to doubt his feelings for you! Initially, he pouted a bit when you would hesitate to initiate any sort of physical affection with him, but he’s quick to understand that it’s because it makes you shy, rather than the possibility that you don’t like him enough to allow physical contact.

-> He adores the gifts you get him - and his reactions are always the best! He gets so excited to see what you got him if you’re teasing the fact that you have something for him but that it’s a surprise. Tasty snacks and beverages are always exciting (and very much appreciated when you bring him something after he’s done with practice!), little knick-knacks are proudly displayed, more heartfelt gifts tucked away safely so he can look at them intermittently, his heart warming because each gift is a sign of your love for him. He likes to reciprocate the gifts when he can, though he often feels a bit clueless about what to get you - sure, he knows what you like, but what if you’re not in the mood for your favorite dessert, or what if you already have an overstock of paints? But, as he graduates and decides to travel instead of continuing professionally with volleyball, he gets really good at gifting you with thoughtful, endearing souvenirs (regardless if you’re on that particular trip with him or not).

runner up…

✦ Sawamura Daichi

-> Daichi is mature, level-headed, and happy to be your rock, providing support whenever you might need it (and even when you don’t). It would be a calm, steady relationship, the type that blooms slowly and makes you feel warm and loved from head to toe. The type of relationship that feels like coming home, a deep sense of comfort settling in your chest. He’s great at listening and communicating, and he’d be quite the conversation partner when you want to share whatever new topics you’ve been learning about. He’s got a good head on his shoulders and is skilled at looking at things from multiple perspectives, and he finds it to be quite the fun exercise to go back and forth with you about nuanced, difficult topics. Daichi is also a very good choice for someone who might struggle with anxiety and overthinking - he’s very good at providing comfort, knowing just what to say to soothe some of your worries while acknowledging that you can’t always help how your brain never quite shuts off. Stable as he is, however, your relationship with him would lack the dynamism and potential for growth that would be present with Nishinoya. It’s simply a different vibe, a different pace, but still just as enjoyable.

[thedickgraysonrp]

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do.

100 Random Character Development Questions

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

I would like to think that, at times, he is still ashamed about the time he killed the Joker due to his lack of control over his anger. That he just kept punching until the man was dead, and he felt absolutely no regret—that, in a way, he let Joker win. Joker found the most vulnerable spot in him and pushed his buttons so far that Dick flew into such an unstoppable frenzy and became, if only for a moment, his own worst enemy.

028. What makes them laugh out loud?

A lot of things! All kinds of jokes told by his friends, family and acquaintances, pranks of his doing that manage to work, pranks that are done on him but are entirely all too hilarious not to laugh at, silly things that happen in the spur of the moment, etc. He's not someone to hold back his laughter to himself when he's in good, trustworthy company. I would also like to believe he's ticklish. Find the right spots and he cracks like an egg.

030. Do they believe in the afterlife?

With everything he's seen and experienced in his lifetime? Yes, I'd like to believe so. He is not lacking in certain superstitions too, and I'd like to imagine he believes in an afterlife. Maybe something like a reincarnation or the likes of it.

049. How does your character feel about growing old?

It's... Interesting to him. I think that he considers himself as young as he feels, and he is very energetic and spirited. On the other hand, he enjoys the maturity aspect that comes with growing old; the "growing wiser", as they say. It's growing on him as he's growing old, perhaps.

058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

After spending the night patrolling successfully in whatever he had encountered, he gets a decent rest until the late morning or noon hours. He wakes up, eats a healthy, full meal and starts his day. The day may include: Hanging out and/or visiting his friends and family, volunteering, working his occasional job, exercise, self-care time (that doesn't include exercise). Everything will be done until late evening hours, which he will dedicate to his loved one by going on a date or staying indoors, whatever they pick. Once that's done, preferably after some sexy times, he'll go out to patrol again. Yes, they may sound like an extremely packed day, but Dick is a high energy guy.

095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do.

Cook. Everyone thinks Dick is a terrible cook because most people see him eating only takeouts and bought food, but he has more than adequate skills in the kitchen. Handle alcohol. Dick is rarely seen drinking, but he is not a lightweight. He knows what he can drink and how much of it, and even if he does get drunk he's more coherent than one would expect. He also worked as a bartender for some time in Bludhaven, so he's got the basic knowledge of it. Go to therapy. Dick may seem to most who don't know him as well as this goofy, lovable and all around Golden Retriever guy, but he has a lot of issues. It took him a long time to come to terms with the fact he needed help, and even longer to seek it. He is trying to get better day by day, buy he knows he'll never be perfect—and it's something he's coping to come to terms with.

Thank you for the questions!

[thechembow]

(2/2)Also wanted to know if Ken Rohla is a reliable source of information that I could also supply for those who can't read coherently. I think, even though its the wrong side of Geoengineering, just the fact that so many kids and their parents are talking about it (the simpletons/npcs) just shows me that 1) we are winning 2)they are scared 3)i feel like we are so close to breaking this wall of illusion, as long as we rely on what we know, not what our phones and televisions know.

I learned a lot from Ken Rohla back in the day. I owe trying orgonite for the first time to his explanation of how it worked, since all the orgonite proponents previously were unscientific, fruity, new agers. The thing is, although he understands orgone energy very well, he to this day buys into the government sponsored narrative that "they" are "spraying" us with heavy metals. We have learned that this is not the case, but we have done extensive field work and recorded it all (on this blog and of course the book). We have learned that this war is all energetic, not chemical, and that "chemtrails" are a visual byproduct of this energetic warfare, not the source of it.

For those who don't like to read, we do have an extensive collection of videos here: https://rumble.com/user/TheHumanFrequency

You can also go to my website for links to our other video platforms, including my old Vimeo page where I used to post weather videos until that platform started getting too buggy. The videos are still there: vimeo.com/thechembow

Our website: https://www.thechembow.com

Thanks for the news of people starting to wake up, and for your understanding and hopes of helping others to understand as well.

[joanshan]

What’s Wiser – Your Head Or Your Heart?

When making important decisions, we typically try to think through all the options, straining our brains to come up with the best solutions. In the process, we often stress, overthink, and become anxious. We rely on our heads to figure everything out. But in doing that, we make a grave error because our brains are not everything they are cracked up to be

We have been told that all our intelligence resides in the brain, but that is not accurate. The entire human body is a system of intelligence that communicates with us all the time. We learned that our head is in charge, and everything else should be subordinate to it, but that is not true. Our brains are capable of collecting, sorting, and filtering information, as well as analyzing options and predicting outcomes. Our heads are capable of a lot, but they are not in charge. Our hearts are much more powerful. The hearts speak the language of the soul, so when we hear our hearts, we can hear the truth.

Because the brain communicates linearly (words strung into sentences), we find its messages recognizable and easily acceptable, believing it is the only thing that makes sense. The heart does not speak a human language; it does not produce thoughts. It communicates through emotions and sensations that can then be translated into human speech. This type of communication is unfamiliar to us, and so we naturally tend to misunderstand and dismiss it. But as comfortable as we are with the thoughts in our heads, leaving the heart out of the conversation is a serious mistake.

Based on the research done by the HeartMath Institute (https://www.heartmath.org/), the heart is about 60 times greater electrically and up to 5,000 times stronger magnetically than the brain. As a result, more signals are sent from the heart to the brain than from the brain to the heart. Our heads house powerful “computers” that process a lot of input, but the brain of our operation, pardon the pun, does not reside there. It lives in our hearts.

Learning to communicate with the heart is a skill that can be easily developed by anyone. Energetically, the heart center is located in the center of the chest, not in the physical organ. That is the place to tune into when you want guidance and sound decision-making. Try this. Sit down quietly, and slow down your conscious thoughts. Focus on nothing. Let sensations come to you. If you have a specific question, ask it in your mind (ex: Should I do X?) or imagine yourself doing X. Then shift your focus to your heart center. How does it respond? Is there warmth or a sensation of comfort or safety? Do you get any other sensations in your body (like a chill or tingling)? Do you get a sense that you know the answer even though you can’t quite put it into words yet? All of these are things to pay attention to, and the more you do, the more comfortable you will become with the responses, and the clearer they will become.

We have been taught to believe that listening to one’s heart is a weakness, but this just served to separate us from the only true guiding system – our spiritual connection. So I say, listen to your heart! Let it guide you! Let it give you solutions! And then allow your head to figure out how to implement them. When our heads and our hearts work together, we come into a state of coherence or order, and that is a very powerful state indeed.

Source : What’s Wiser – Your Head Or Your Heart?

[awakenedhypnosis17]

What’s Wiser – Your Head Or Your Heart?

Photo by Corey Dupree: https://www.pexels.com/photo/calm-woman-meditating-on-beach-6591291/

When making important decisions, we typically try to think through all the options, straining our brains to come up with the best solutions. In the process, we often stress, overthink, and become anxious. We rely on our heads to figure everything out. But in doing that, we make a grave error because our brains are not everything they are cracked up to be

We have been told that all our intelligence resides in the brain, but that is not accurate. The entire human body is a system of intelligence that communicates with us all the time. We learned that our head is in charge, and everything else should be subordinate to it, but that is not true. Our brains are capable of collecting, sorting, and filtering information, as well as analyzing options and predicting outcomes. Our heads are capable of a lot, but they are not in charge. Our hearts are much more powerful. The hearts speak the language of the soul, so when we hear our hearts, we can hear the truth.

Because the brain communicates linearly (words strung into sentences), we find its messages recognizable and easily acceptable, believing it is the only thing that makes sense. The heart does not speak a human language; it does not produce thoughts. It communicates through emotions and sensations that can then be translated into human speech. This type of communication is unfamiliar to us, and so we naturally tend to misunderstand and dismiss it. But as comfortable as we are with the thoughts in our heads, leaving the heart out of the conversation is a serious mistake.

Based on the research done by the HeartMath Institute (https://www.heartmath.org/), the heart is about 60 times greater electrically and up to 5,000 times stronger magnetically than the brain. As a result, more signals are sent from the heart to the brain than from the brain to the heart. Our heads house powerful “computers” that process a lot of input, but the brain of our operation, pardon the pun, does not reside there. It lives in our hearts.

Learning to communicate with the heart is a skill that can be easily developed by anyone. Energetically, the heart center is located in the center of the chest, not in the physical organ. That is the place to tune into when you want guidance and sound decision-making. Try this. Sit down quietly, and slow down your conscious thoughts. Focus on nothing. Let sensations come to you. If you have a specific question, ask it in your mind (ex: Should I do X?) or imagine yourself doing X. Then shift your focus to your heart center. How does it respond? Is there warmth or a sensation of comfort or safety? Do you get any other sensations in your body (like a chill or tingling)? Do you get a sense that you know the answer even though you can’t quite put it into words yet? All of these are things to pay attention to, and the more you do, the more comfortable you will become with the responses, and the clearer they will become.

We have been taught to believe that listening to one’s heart is a weakness, but this just served to separate us from the only true guiding system – our spiritual connection. So I say, listen to your heart! Let it guide you! Let it give you solutions! And then allow your head to figure out how to implement them. When our heads and our hearts work together, we come into a state of coherence or order, and that is a very powerful state indeed.

Source- What's wiser: your head or your heart? It's a timeless question, as reason and logic guide the head, while emotions and passion drive the heart.

[thefanficmonster]

Hello! May I request sfw (and nsfw if you’re comfortable with that) general dating hcs of Asher and Connor from htgawm?

Hi dear! Sure thing!

Since the people in question are fictional characters, I will write some vaguely NSFW headcanons below so beware of that before proceeding. Love, Vy 💕

Asher Millstone (aka my underrated baby I love him so much)

Dating Asher is more often than not the equivalent of dealing with a hyper energetic kid

That can range from fun and adorable to annoying within a second

Or depending on your mood really

All in all, that boy only aims to put a smile on your face and hear your laugh

You know, brighten up your day regardless of if it's gloomy or not

And you appreciate it greatly but sometimes, all you need is a breather

Luckily, all you have to do to accomplish that type of understanding is communicate to him that, unlike his permanently caffeinated ass, you get worn down some times more easily than others

That's been proven enough to install a sixth sense into Asher so he can practically feel your mood change based on simply your posture or the way you look at him

On those days when you aren't feeling 100%, he's always there to offer you anything you could possibly need (including solitude, he's gotten better at leaving you alone when you need him to)

Even though he's a lost puppy without you

He's a cuddler, no one fight me on this

And a mother-hen type, but only with you so no one, especially no one from the Keating 5, would believe you if you were to tell them

He's a very affectionate guy, physically and verbally alike

But he can also tell you so much with nothing more than a simple look from across the room

That's been scientifically proven to be the one thing you can't not blush at

And luckily for you, he finds your blushing adorable

I would've said a turn-on if this guy wasn't horny 24/7

Everything you do can be a turn-on to him, but he only acts upon his desires after making sure you had done whatever it is you did on purpose to seduce him

Speaking of acting on desires...

In the bedroom, he's the polar opposite of who he is outside it

He takes his sweet time with you which can either be pure heaven or teasing hell for you

He sometimes even has the audacity to 'scold' you on your lack of patience which only gets you more frustrated

But how could you possibly stay mad at this teddy bear for long?

All in all 10/10 would definitely date this man

Connor Walsh

Oh you two are something special

With his personality, you're either on the same page or but heads like petty five-year-olds

All in good fun....mostly

For someone who strives for maximum professionalism (except when he used to sleep with every second guy he'd run into) he's rather immature at times

And you love sticking it to him

You, on the other hand, hate it when he compares you to Michaela when you supposedly start drama or become hot-headed over something

He's a very laid back guy, there's no doubt about that, but there's a certain degree that you'd argue is crossing the line

His view of you is the same, but flip it around

He's pointed out to you the fact that you're a control freak countless of times and, although you're willing to deny it blood and fire, you know he's right

And he knows you know he's right, which makes that smirk that appears on his face all the more infuriating

But there's a silver-lining to your frequent bickering: the way it ends

*ahem* more often than not with passionate love-making *ahem*

Much like I mentioned with Asher, Connor too likes to take his time with you, his main goal being to relax you but he's never been opposed to something of a more intense pace

After the act is when you can catch him at his cutest, being the little spoon in your embrace and babbling semi-coherently with his face more than half buried in the pillow what he wants to do after graduating

How he wants to make you proud and wants to see you succeed with your career goals as well

Now, if you were to record that, you could legally use it as evidence to prove what a softie he actually is

But you never would, of course

What happens in the bedroom stays out of the courtroom

[etherrreal]

“when you pass out at practice”

Pairing: tsukishima x reader ; kyotani x reader ; aone x reader Genre: comfort-fluff ; drabbles & headcanons Summary: the reader hasn’t been taking care of herself which leads to her passing out at practice  Word Count: 2295 Warnings: fainting, or passing out, from sleep deprivation/not eating/heat exhaustion, some explicit language because i’m an adult A/N: thanks for the fun request! i took a little bit of artistic liberties with the scenario to keep it from being so repetitive so I hope you don’t mind! -Luna

it was rare that you had a beautiful sunny day on a weekend with no chores to attend to or work to complete

so when your boyfriend Tsukishima texted you and asked you to come join him for casual volleyball practice outside, you decided to take him up on that opportunity

however, not even a cap and some cold water could stave off heat exhaustion

Despite it being 95°F and so humid that the air feels thick when you breathe, it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is completely clear of clouds; the sun is shining directly on you as you, your boyfriend, and Yamaguchi head out to practice at the open field nearby Karasuno. The change of scenery was refreshing and even with it feeling just as hot as it usually does inside the school gym, the occasional breeze and lack of sweaty stench was a huge welcomed change. 

There’s very little shade provided by the trees, but you lay out a small blanket under the nearest one anyway. You become the bag and bottle keeper when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hand you their items, your boyfriend dropping it haphazardly onto the blanket while Yamaguchi delicately places it down with a ‘thank you.’ 

You usually don’t get to see Tsukishima practice, seeing as his normal practices run until the dead of night, so it was fun watching them set and serve the ball back and forth. When the occasional ball lands by your feet, you get the chance to enjoy setting it back to them, even if it often falls short or misses the target completely. 

“Thank god you’re not on our team,” Tsukishima teases, as he watches the ball you set fall 6 feet away from him.

“Yeah, because I’d kick your ass. I know I’m a threat, and you should fear me,” you retort sarcastically. Before he turns away to retrieve the ball, you see him crack a small smile at your tomfoolery. 

However, after a few hours of getting up and down repeatedly to send the balls back under the beating sun, your head starts to pound. Your body is radiating so much heat it makes you want to remove your skin. You know it’s just a matter of time before you start feeling physically ill, as well. You loosen your cap and drink some cold water in hopes that it will relieve some of the tension, but you just feel the same.

You decide to lay down on the blanket, cap laid over your face to block out the sun. You don’t know if you passed out or if you simply tuned out everything around you for a bit, but you jump when you suddenly feel something wet and cold touching your neck.

You reach up to swat it away, thinking it was a bug when you hear Tsukishima’s voice. “Stop that. I’m trying to help you, dummy.” 

Relief washed over you to know that it wasn’t a beetle crawling up your neck but instead your stoic boyfriend pressing his plastic water bottle there to cool you down.

“Yamaguchi thought you died,” he brought up suddenly. “He actually ran to the store to get some more water after I told him to stop overreacting.”

You chuckle, picturing Yamaguchi already mourning over your body just because you were lying down with a cap over your face. “It’s sweet that he cares though, in his own weird way.”

Suddenly, the sky and Tsukishima’s crouching figure are in full view as he flicks the hat off of your face, feeling annoyed that you praised his friend and not him. “What do you think I’m doing, huh?” 

“Aww, do you want me to tell you how you’re the bestest, sweetest, most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and that I’m so grateful that you’ve graced me with your help?” you whine in a sarcastic tone, making grabby hands at the tall blond hovering over you.

He slaps your hands away, knowing that if you get your hands on him, you’d squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his hair like you always do. “Well, that’s the last time I ever take care of you.” 

You know he doesn’t mean it and that, if you were ever in some form of peril, he would casually stroll rush to your rescue to make sure you’re okay. You hope that when you look up at him he can see how much you appreciate his efforts.

“Thank you, Kei,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah, whatever.” He sounds dismissive, but you can tell by the scrunched eyebrows and soft look in his eyes as he gazes down at you how much he worries about your well-being, and you’re genuinely grateful to have him be your unofficial nurse. 

you heard from some classmates that your math teacher was seen printing out math quizzes

*cue studious panic*

 you decided to completely skip lunch and use that time in the library to hit the books hard

your stomach was rumbling, your head was hurting, and your vision would become spotty if you stood up too quickly

you completed your quiz at the end of the day, but by then, you were starving and ready to get something to eat

in your panic, you forgot that you were supposed to meet kyotani after school so you could force him to go to practice that day (or else Iwaizumi would have your ass)

he heard your stomach make monstrous noises and when you let him know you hadn’t eaten, he looked more upset than usual to see you not taking care of yourself

“Let’s skip practice and get some food,” he suggests.

“What? So you can skip out on one of the few practices you go to? Absolutely not!” you reprimand.

“But you need to eat.”

“Look at you being a sweet boyfriend who cares,” you tease, watching him roll his eyes like he’s annoyed, but the pink hue dusting his cheeks says otherwise. “I’ll be fine. I should have an extra granola bar in my bag somewhere.” 

"Whatever, if you say so." He turns his body diagonally, a gesture you know means 'walk with me.' Kyotani has never been keen on PDA, but one thing you have noticed is that he prefers for you to walk directly by his side at all times. To others, it may look like he’s uninterested in you, but you can tell by how often his arm brushes yours that it’s his way of showing affection. 

You stroll across campus together, enjoying a quiet conversation with Kyotani about your day thus far. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the gym entrance, already hearing the balls slamming against the ground inside. You both switch out your shoes before walking in, him going to join his teammates and you finding a seat on the sidelines, seeing Iwaizumi give you a thumbs up for your job well done. 

You take a moment to search through your bag for that granola bar you mentioned earlier. After sifting through books, loose notes, and forgotten pencils and pens, you realize you have no snack to tide you over until the end of practice. 

The market is just down the road. I could probably go pick something up and be back quickly.

You wave Iwaizumi over, figuring you’ll tell him your plans while Kyotani is distracted so he won’t follow you out. You see his back turned to you as Oikawa speaks to the rest of the team, gesturing wildly with a volleyball in hand. 

As Iwaizumi gets closer, you stand up and immediately begin to sway. Your vision grows spotted, and your head feels like it’s floating. 

You hear Kyotani yell out your name before everything goes black.

When you wake up, the lights are beaming overhead as you lay in some sort of bed. Once you’re coherent enough, you sit up, looking around to see that you’re in the school nurse’s office. You pick up your hand to hold your still aching head when you notice a very angry Kyotani attached to it, already glaring at you.

Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not quite knowing what to say after you just passed out in the middle of practice.

"I told you that we should've gotten something to eat," he starts, growling out each word.

You shrink into yourself, feeling embarrassed that you've upset him and couldn’t even take care of yourself properly. "I'm sorry, Kentaro.”

He notices you plucking the lint off your shirt to avoid direct eye contact with him. His eyes close as he collects himself, realizing that now’s not the time to lecture you for something you couldn’t have predicted.

He sighs, standing up slightly to lean over your slumped figure, laying a kiss on your temple. He mumbles a quiet apology against your skin, feeling bad for snapping at you when he should’ve been more kind. He’s working on that, slowly but surely.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” he says, holding your hand while you stand slowly from the bed. You wobble slightly, Kyotani quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you. You give him a nod when you’re firmly on your two feet.

“From now on, if you’re hungry, tell me.”

You agreed reluctantly, not exactly wanting him to worry so much but knowing he wouldn’t let you leave without your compliance. 

From then on, he always makes sure to check on you to check if you've eaten or if you need one of the many granola bars he now carries, and while sometimes it's annoying to have him acting like a mother hen, it's also very heartwarming to know that he cares about you that much. Not to mention, he’s saved your ass many times when you have to study overtime for another intense math quiz. 

the end of the semester was coming to a close and you were scrambling to get everything done on time

there weren't enough hours in the day to study for finals, finish projects, complete homework, and also take care of your human needs, like eating and sleeping

so, you just didn't sleep one night, opting to stay up with some caffeine to power through all of your work

at the beginning of the next day, you felt energetic and peppy, but as it went on, the sluggish feeling started to settle in

by the end, you were feeling absolutely exhausted and ready to drop at any moment

however, you still wanted to accompany Aone to practice that day, as it was your favorite part of your week

aone initially insisted that you head home without him, but he realized it might be safer to go with him after practice, just in case you fell asleep on the train

It feels like it takes ages, but eventually, practice begins to wind down, soreness seeping into each and every team member’s muscles after hours on their feet. A few of them are still practicing quick attacks with each other, but Aone is one more move away from passing out from exhaustion.

He walks over to you sitting on the sidelines, watching you take longer and longer between each blink. Yet, when he gets close enough, you still manage to give him a small smile that kicks his heart into overdrive, his face, no doubt, resembling a tomato because of the gesture.

He sits on the creaky folding chair beside you, taking gulps of his water to try to cool himself down. He almost chokes when he feels your head press up against his shoulder, hand resting on his forearm gently. Sitting still as a rock, he tries to take his mind off his cute partner cuddling up next to him.

"We should stop somewhere and pick up some food on the way to the train,” he suggests, doing his best to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Do you want anything specific?"

You're silent beside him. At first, he thinks you're contemplating what to eat, seeing as you're very particular with your cravings. But when two minutes pass, and there's not even a peep from you, he looks down carefully to find you knocked out against his shoulder, face squished uncomfortably and mouth parting with each deep breath you take.

Aone never pictured this happening to him –mostly because he didn't think he'd ever have a partner who'd feel comfortable enough around him– so he didn't quite know where to go from here. He could wake you up to at least bring you home, but if this is the first time you've slept in over 24 hours, he didn't want to deprive you of more necessary sleep.

The only way Aone can think of bringing you home is to carry you all the way to the train station and... Well, that's as far as he manages to get, but future Aone will figure the rest out.

He asks Futakuchi to gather his things for him because he doesn't want to risk waking you. After some light teasing, he hands Aone his packed duffle and helps put on his jacket with minimal stirring from you.

Aone thanks his friend with a nod before turning to you and slipping his arms under you, one beneath your knees and the other behind your back. He freezes when you begin shifting around, but relaxes once you settle into him.

Aone waves at his team on the way out, with what movement he is allowed, and begins his trek to the train station nearby. 

His arms are aching after hours of practice, but it doesn’t matter, because you nuzzling into his neck with an adorable sigh gives him enough strength to carry you halfway across the country if he needs to. 

Written by: Luna

[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜hey is it possible to request a nsfw (making out) hc scenario for kyoya from ohshc x male reader, where they get caught making out in the club room by the rest of the host club?〜♡

Kyoya Ootori x male reader

Kyoya would never let this happen but for the sake of fic let’s go. Honestly, I don’t want to write a full making out scene atm so..

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 730

Warnings: making out

“(y/n)...” Kyoya breaths out. His tone tells you he wants you to stop, but his hands push your head further against his neck.

“Yes?” You know consent is important, so you pull away from him; a little part of you did so because you wanted to see the marks on his neck.

“You know I put time away for moments like these.” God, he has a schedule for anything. If it’s not a schedule, it’s a vague yet coherent thought of what he wants to do after doing this other thing. He gives you a look, while he meant it to tell you that you should stop, it tells you the opposite. He wants you to continue, but he still thinks you shouldn’t.

“These moments,” You take his hands in yours, hoping it changes his mind; that is for planning out ahead for certain things such as these. “are not meant to be scheduled.”

“Alright.” You’re about to question what ‘alright’ means when he brings you in for a kiss.

Making out - spontaneously - had always been this way with him. He gets lost in it for a second, then tells you that you should reconsider the moment and finally gives in to his urges.

Though they’d never gotten interrupted before.

“Yo Kyoya!” Hikaru stumbles into the backroom rather loudly. It was clear he was looking for him. “You’ve been taking a long time in here.”

Soon enough, he rounds the corner and finds you just about pulling away from each other. Not that the action would have mattered anyway, since the hickeys, disheveled hair and swollen lips would’ve given it away.

“Ha.” He lets out a weird laugh that sounds sorta sarcastic but then bursts out laughing. In the blink of an eye, he runs out of the backroom, screaming, “GUYS YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!” He’s back in a matter of seconds.

Kyoya can do nothing but fix his hair with a comb he got out of nowhere and accept his fate; he offers you the comb when he’s done. For a man that is about to suffer, he’s awfully calm.

“What is it?” Tamaki is the first in the room. Obviously with Hikaru hollering that loud, there had to be something interesting back here. The king looks like he’d ran over here.

When his eyes land on the two of you, he gasps dramatically; then again, he does everything dramatically. “Mommy, what are you doing here?! Who is this man?!” He knows the fact that you're dating very well.

“I’m sorry but we’re getting a divorce.” Kyoya plays along. You gotta entertain Tamaki or else bad things happen.

“I heard divorce!” Next is Kaoru, who jogs in. He stares at you two before he looks at the fake-sobbing king. “Mom and dad are getting a divorce? Absolutely preposterous.” It’s sarcastic, you can tell.

“What?” Honey walks in, closely followed by Mori. Mori, as always, is nonchalant; though he seems to smile a little at the situation. “Does that mean no more cakes?”

“Well, the funding all came from me,” Kyoya states, which seems to make Tamaki sob louder. “but it’s most likely that custody will fall onto me.”

“What is this, roleplay?” Haruhi looks tired, though you can really blame her. This club and its energetic members are utterly exhausting at times. Everyone looks at her, expecting her to cooperate; which miraculously, she does.

“Alright,” She sighs. “Who’s our new dad?”

“What do you mean who’s ‘our new dad’?!” Tamaki shrieks, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. “You’re my daughter! You’re staying in my custody!”

“By the way you’re grabbing her, I don’t think so.” Kyoya says, reading from a manila file folder he’d brandished out of nowhere. Peeking over his shoulder, you can see that they’re papers about the club, but you know that they’re pretending they’re something like divorce papers.

“Yeah, ex-dad!” Kaoru chimes in, pointing his finger at Tamaki as if he were making a Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney accusation. You’re not sure if ‘ex-dad’ is a word though.

“Stop grabbing our sister like that!” Hikaru continues. He, quite roughly, pulls Haruhi away from Tamaki’s grasp like a ragdoll; though she looks like she’s used to it.

“Anyway, who’s our new dad?” Honey asks.

“Him, of course.” Kyoya points his thumb in your direction. 

You’ve never felt so betrayed in your life.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

I Love You | Quackity

Requested? No but I did 

Warnings? None just really wholesome and chaotic Quackity 

Summary: You tell Alex you love him for the first time 

Word Count: 1,653

“WE POPPIN OFF CHAT!!” Alex yells excitedly and you giggle from his bedroom upstairs.

Your boyfriend Alex was going to be streaming practically all night long. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to be streaming and playing video games with his friends all night while you relax in his room.

You often turned on his stream, listening to your rambunctious boyfriend scream to his friends about god knows what and thanking fans for various subs and gifts. Tonight, he was playing Five Nights at Freddy with George and Karl, and then George picked skribbl.io, and then Karl was going to host Jackbox.

You never mind Alex streaming as much as he did, Alex loved streaming and he always left you laughing for hours. Not only that, his friends were your friends so you loved listening to them as well. It closed the distance you all were feeling incredibly these days. 

You hear Alex thank his chat for subs for a bit and just as he greets George and Karl into the stream, you decide to try and get some work done. You and Alex were both still in school, working on your respective majors, and had millions of little study sessions together. 

You loved spending time sat across from each other on the couch, work spread out around you, and neither of you doing any of your homework for long. Whether it be Alex getting distracted, sitting on his phone for a bit before coming to bother you, nudging his face into your neck. 

Or, you get distracted. Flopping yourself down into your boyfriend's embrace as he giggles cutely, running a hand through your hair before kissing you softly. 

You both did get your work done though, helping each other to push through difficult finals and assignments. You were always there for each other. 

Tonight you were focused on an important essay that was due in the next few days. You were hoping to get a good portion done while Alex was streaming but it was proving to be difficult without your boyfriend but also with your boyfriend streaming.

As you finish your first page of the night, you check in on the stream, watching George yell loudly at Alex to press the button in FNaF. You giggle lightly as the boys continue and you decide to leave it on as you continue to mindlessly write your ideas hoping they sound somewhat coherent for when you go back to edit them. 

As you type, your phone suddenly dings with Alex’s text tone and your eyes scan the text. He tells you to come downstairs and your head tilts in confusion as you hear him over stream tell Dream to repeat the same thing over again. 

“Let’s just play GTA,” Dream responds and Alex and George gasp dramatically. You roll your eyes as you know exactly what Alex is getting at so you head downstairs before anything happens. 

When you knock on the door to Alex’s streaming room, his face lights up at the sight of you. 

“Babe!” Alex greets before turning and making grabby hands at you. 

You make your way over to him and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into frame. You wave to the camera and listen as you’re greeted by the boys. 

“Baby? Ask Dream what he just said.” 

“Dream what did you just say?” you ask now confused that Alex and George are harping on the same question. 

“We’re gonna play GTA,” Dream repeats uncertainly. 

Alex presses play on something and suddenly his voice starts to play over the speakers. Your smile widens and you start to laugh uncontrollably as Alex stands and stretches his arms wide. 

“Where are the askers my friend?” Alex sings over the speakers and you’re on the ground laughing as your boyfriend chants excitedly knowing he got Dream. 

“WOOO!!! NOBODY ASKED!!” The boys yell and Dream is silent making you cackle even harder. 

“Baby thank you for the help,” Alex says helping you up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“Glad to be of service. And Dream, nobody asked,” you mention before leaving the room. 

“That’s my baby!! Dream! Dream!” you hear Alex yelling as you exit the room. 

You giggle uncontrollably as you head back upstairs and sit down at your desk. Moments like those, practically any moment spent with Alex reminds you why you’ve fallen head over heels for the energetic boy. 

He kept you on your toes constantly, you never knew what was going to happen next whether it be him streaming, you two studying, out in public, whatever. His intense personality kept you entranced and you loved that. 

You loved that he was sweet to you. He was known for his loud voice and meme culture but with you it was soft touches, sweet words, encouraging smiles. Every little thing made you fall in love. 

Neither of you had said it to each other despite being in a relationship for over 6 months. You felt it in the deepest part of your heart all the way through your body whenever you were around Alex and you knew he felt it too. You weren’t scared that Alex wasn’t going to say it back, but you were nervous to say it first. 

A few hours pass as you continue to work and get over halfway done with your paper when you decide to check in on stream and take a break overall. You stand, stretching a bit before grabbing a sip of water and heading out to the kitchen for a snack. 

When you’re back in Alex’s room at his desk, you realize that it’s almost 2:30 am and everything is starting to wear on you. You definitely needed to get some sleep but you were almost finished with this paper and you knew you could finish it tonight and get some sleep the next day. 

As Karl’s stream now plays in the back and you listen for your boyfriend’s voice, your smile widens hearing him talk and yell with his friends. 

The boys had just finished their first game of quiplash and Alex was starting to worry about his girlfriend. He knew you worked yourself to the bone most days and he wanted to make sure you were taking breaks or at the very least heading to bed soon after writing practically all night. 

“Boys I’ll be right back,” he tells the guys before dipping from his setup. 

When he gets upstairs, the scene before Alex is nothing short of adorable. There you were, Karl’s stream still playing in the background as you snoozed lightly on your hands. 

Alex smiles at the sight, heart filling up with love instantly as he walks over to you. He grabs your phone first, turning it off before working on cleaning up the rest of your stuff surrounding you. 

Once finished cleaning up, Alex bends down till he’s looking up at you. He places a hand on your knee, shaking you awake lightly and you groan in response. 

“C’mere beautiful,” he says. 

Alex maneuvers you so you’re facing him before pulling your arms around his shoulders. When you have a good enough grip on him, he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs and lifts, pulling your legs around his waist and his chest is flush with yours. 

You snuggle into his warm embrace and while he takes a second to steady himself, he places a kiss to your temple. He finally moves, walking over to his bed and carefully places you upon it, and wraps you up in the blankets. 

“I’ll be back up soon,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your head. 

“Alex, I love you,” you tell him sleepily. 

Alex stops dead in his tracks, his heart beating a million miles a minute. He had loved you the minute he heard your laugh. The second you had said a word to him. He couldn’t believe you had told him you loved him first. It was perfect for the two of you. 

“I love you too baby.” 

He leans down, gripping your chin lightly before pressing a kiss to your lips that’s basically all smiles from the both of you. Alex giggles, unable to contain his happiness as he leans down, pressing kisses all over your face and you return the same laugh and try to squirm away from his touch but to no avail. 

“I love you so much,” he says again before kissing you. 

He practically runs back downstairs, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs that you had just said I love you but when he gets back to stream, all he can do is smile. 

“Quackity?” Karl asks noticing the younger boy is back but hasn’t said a word. 

“You alright?” George asks knowing something's up. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex says in a dreamlike state. 

“(y/n)?” Karl asks. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex repeats again like it’s the only thing he’s gonna be able to say or think about for the rest of his life. 

“Oh my god!” Karl yells

“Congratulations!” Sykkuno responds sweetly and in between the noise, Alex realizes he needs to go be with his girl. 

“Hey guys? I gotta go,” he continues. 

“Go get her!” Karl yells. 

Alex signs off, shutting everything off quickly before racing back upstairs. He finds you still half asleep on the bed and his heart melts all over again. 

“Baby!” he yells before running and jumping into bed. 

He partially lands on you, making you groan in response but when he pulls you into his embrace, laying on top of him and you see him beaming up at you, you know you’re the reason he’s hyper tonight. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you.” 

“You know I’m gonna say that all the time now right?” he asks. 

“I hope so.”

[peralta-guaranteed]

After that Jake-Mac-Rosa fic, you dropped this queen: 👑 Next time, a Jake-Mac-Holt piece?

Oh dang, THAT's where I left it. Thank you for that. 🤪

Grandpa Holt is always a pleasure to write, but let's try for some Dad Holt too...

"Is everything alright, Peralta?"

Jake has been sitting off to the side of the group for a while now, so Holt finds it necessary to inquire. He's not used to the eager detective being so closed off and quiet unless something is wrong, and nothing he can think of right now strikes him as 'wrong': they have been celebrating the end of a rather arduous case for Diaz and Boyle, and Peralta had been as helpful as he could be as a tertiary, which was not his preferred position at all. The first round at Shaw's had been paid by himself as Captain, obviously, and the next by Diaz, so Boyle has promised to shoulder the third, were it to happen. Ergo Peralta could not be thinking about his usual money problems, which have lessened anyway ever since Santiago took over his budgeting.

That means something else entirely must be 'wrong' in order for Jake to keep out of the conversation, only reply when he is mentioned by name, and drift off to a corner of the bar while the other congregate around the various game options of the room.

"I'm good, Captain, thanks." Jake answers with a smile and an obvious lie, so Holt doesn't even bother replying, just raises one of his eyebrows a quarter of an inch, which he knows usually gets him results with Peralta. The ensuing sigh shows that it is still working.

"It's just..." Jake shrugs and rubs the back of his neck, another tell of his discomfort. "This is my first night out alone since the baby."

"Indeed." Holt replies. "I remember your phone call to Amy to inform her you would be back late today."

"Yeah." His hand is still on his neck, the other one clutched around his half empty beer bottle. "She told me to have fun. But..uh... I still kinda feel like I shouldn't be here."

"Do you think having a child robs you of autonomity? I know I am not speaking from experience, here, but it does seem to me like you are allowed to enjoy time away from your family, especially if your spouse insists you do."

"Getting drunk at a bar while my kid might be crying at home doesn't feel like the responsible thing to do, is all."

"Ah, I see." Holt nods, and he does see - he actually sees a lot more than what Jake might be trying to imply in his statement. He remembers how he used to self-medicate with alcohol in the past, after ending his relationship with that defense attorney, or even before, while feeling heartbroken over Santiago. He also remembers anecdotes about his father's drinking, not from Peralta himself, obviously, but from the rest of the squad, whenever Jake would cancel on a promised night out after Roger Peralta's visits. As much as Holt hates idioms, one of his most despised is probably 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree', and Jake seems to fear it as well.

"Here is my solution, then, if you are willing to listen." Jake looks up at Holt as he's standing in front of him, and his hand drops from his neck. "You make the beer you are currently drinking your last for the night, and spend some quality time with your colleagues instead, enjoying a few parlour games, and then you head home at an agreeable time and still see your child before he falls asleep."

Jake grins and takes a sip of his beer.

"Sounds like a plan, Cap." He nods, and Holt doesn't ignore the fact that Jake has been using this shortened nickname for him a lot lately, and how eerily similar it sounds to 'Dad' in his voice.

(An hour later, he receives a picture on his cellphone from Peralta: The man himself, asleep on his couch, with his infant son equally asleep on his chest. Santiago must have commandeered his phone, and Holt is glad for it.)

-*-

"Grampa!"

The sound of that little voice echoes through the hallway as loudly as the ensuing footsteps, and Holt feels something warm and solid wrap around his legs.

"Hello, McClane." He smiles down at the little boy currently clutching his knees, and he smiles back before raising his arms in an obvious demand to be lifted up. Holt obeys it immediately.

He notices Mac looks surprisingly tired for an otherwise very energetic two year old, and Amy, who's now following him to Holt's side, looks equally exhausted.

"Good afternoon, Captain. I'm so sorry, I should've messaged you that I have to bring Mac in for an hour, the babysitter cancelled and the day care couldn't keep him longer than-"

"It is quite alright, Santiago. McClane knows how to behave himself at the precinct, right?" He gives the little boy in his arms a look, and receives a strong and eager nod in reply, the curls on his head bouncing back and forth. If anyone were ever to question Peralta's parentage, that alone would classify them as an imbecile. "I can watch him for the time being, if you have paperwork you need to get in order before leaving for the day."

"God, Captain Holt, would you- that would be so- I was going to ask Rosa, because I know she's at her desk-"

Amy seems far more frazzled than usual, and Holt realises that her regular schedule must be in quite a disarray, considering she has been a single parent for about a week now. Mac must not have been making it easy for her, either, nor must the baby currently growing in her stomach, which has started to show about a month ago, at which point they finally informed the squad about it (when everyone had already figured it out just like last time).

"RoRo!" Mac yells, happily, almost leaning out of Holt's arms, but he quickly hugs him tighter.

"Your aunt Rosa is working, McClane, and we should not interrupt her. We can spend the time in my office, and you can draw if you would like."

"Roro working." He echoes like a little parrot. "Like Daddy."

"That's right." Holt has learned from the parenting homepages he's visited that you are to encourage a child trying to talk and string together a coherent topic, no matter how long it might take.

"Daddy's working away." Mac continues, and out of the corner of his eye Holt sees Amy's forehead wrinkle in worry.

"Yes, your father is in New Jersey for the week to work on a special case." It's not a dangerous case at all, rather a boring standard task that happened to involve some out-of-state suspects, but Jake had still been trying to hand off that trip to anyone who might be willing to help him out. Seeing his son with bags under his eyes and his wife with stresslines around her mouth and her hand on her belly, Holt understands why.

"He comes back." Mac says next, and it is a statement, but the look in his eyes makes it a question, and Holt is quick to answer. He's glad that he has a definite answer to that, instead of the empty promises and assurances he sometimes has to make as the head of a police department.

"Yes, your father will be back soon. In two days, in fact."

Mac holds up two grubby little fingers, and Holt nods with so much fervor it surprises himself.

"Very good, that is two. Only two days and two nights until your father is back home." The worry in Mac's eyes seems to dimish a little at that as he stares at his own fingers. "If we go to my office, we can check on the calendar exactly how long that is." He barely waits for another nod before taking the diaper bag out of Santiago's hands, who whispers a quiet, but relieved "Thank you" to him. He understands again that it means far more than to thank him for taking care of the child for an hour so.

(If he uses that hour to assure Mac several times that no matter what, his father will always find a way back to him with far more emotion in his voice than he'd usually use, well, no one needs to know. Peralta certainly seems happy about the picture he sends him of Mac with his captain's hat behind his desk.)

-*-

"Congratulations." Holt's hand on his shoulder is heavy, but not uncomfortably so, and it gives a quick squeeze before dropping.

They've done the whole customary introduction to the newborn baby, the apparently necessary picture round, and now Kevin is having an amicable chat with Amy in her hospital bed. They've waited two days for their official visit, to give the new parents a chance to get at least a few of their bearings. (Holt was there merely an hour after the birth, of course, with the rest of the squad, but that was a moment of joyful chaos and many voices.) Now the room is filled with an almost serene quiet, Amy's and Kevin's voices low and comfortable in the background as Holt watches the man he truly considers a son hold up his new granddaughter.

"Do you want to hold her again? I know you already did for the photos but-"

Holt only nods and takes the infant out of his hands with perfect ease. He's more used to a wriggling toddler now, but he still clearly remembers the days when Mac was equally quiet and frail in his arms. The little one in them now is asleep amidst all that is happening, her tiny mouth open just a fraction, and he feels her arm bump against his chest while she seems to be having a dream.

"She is as perfect as her older brother, Jake."

"Yeah." Jake smiles, and there's nothing of that boisterous, loud, cocky detective grin left in it that he used to know. It is soft and kind and full of love, and it might be one of Holt's favourite expressions. "Amy did a superb job again."

"As did you."

"I'm sure I don't gotta explain this to you, Cap, but I didn't really do much." Jake jokes, and Holt can tell he's trying to divert the attention to a simpler topic, but sometimes things must be said.

"You do a lot, Jacob." He continues, then. "Far more than a lot of fathers do. Far more than many would expect of you. And you do it all perfectly right, with heart and determination."

Jake nods, swallowing down a lump in his throat, it seems, and it might be a step too far for his already emotional state, but Holt feels like it needs to accompany his accolades.

"I am very proud of you, son."

Jake is very obviously fighting back tears as he replies.

"Thanks, dad."

The little girl in Holt's arms stirs right at this moment, and Jake seems to want to interject immediately in fear that she'll start crying, but she simply stares up at Holt with impossibly big, brown eyes for the first time. And he realises, just as he did two years ago when Mac's little hand tightened around his finger for the first time, that there is a child in this world that he would literally do anything for. There are four of them now, even if two of them have not fallen under the category of a child for several decades.

"Hello, Maya." He says to the little face that seems to be inspecting him. "I'm Captain Raymond Holt. Your grandfather."

He looks up at Kevin and Amy, who've stopped their conversation while Amy is lifting her phone in their direction, and then at Jake, who's looking at Maya as well with shining eyes. Then he looks back down at Maya, stretching her arms out of her swaddle as if she's reaching for him.

"You are a very lucky little girl."

[dreamy-writings]

Cuddling with them

Bakugou Katsuki He’s not a very cuddly baby on the outside, no, but when you get to know him? God, he’s like a cat. He loves spooning, and on some nights, he’ll even be the little spoon.

Will hug you close to him, leaving soft kisses on your neck and collarbones, and once he’s done, he’ll bury his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.  “Hey, get offa me.” He says, as he wraps his arms around you anyway. A little tsundere cat, but cuddle him, he needs it. Todoroki Shouto

He’s so touch starved, he needs hugs and cuddles and all the love you have to give. He’ll be awkward and stiff at first, will shiver at your soft gentle touches, poor baby’s not used to this. Eventually, when gets used to it, he’ll be demanding.  “Love, can I have a hug please?” And who are you to say no to his puppy eyes?  But be careful, once his arms are wrapped around you, there’s no escape for a few hours. He’ll give you feather light kisses, play with your hair, and would be pleased to just have you in his arms and see the smile you have on your face.

Will sit on your lap if you’re doing homework, and won’t get why your face goes red. Might fall asleep due to your warmth, he’s like a newborn kitten. He’s adorable.

Midoriya Izuku

A baby, the cutest one on Earth.

He’ll get so blushy and shy when you cuddle him, he’d stutter nonsense because he’s too shy to form a coherent thought in that adorable little brain of his.

Loves to be both the little spoon, and the big spoon. He just wants to keep you warm and safe in his arms, but also loves to be held and you and drink in all of your love.

If you pick him up and cuddle him, then he’s gonna pass out. Handle with care. Shinsou Hitoshi He’s an actual cat, really, and that’s the only reason why he and Aizawa get along so well. Cuddle him at night, and he’ll tell you that you’re soo needy, but he’s just as needy as you are. Will fall asleep as soon as he’s in your arms, no doubt about it. Loves to bury his face in your hair, and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.  He’s actually shy at first, and blushes a lot, but he’s good at hiding it. Conclusion? Hug him as much as you can. Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki is...difficult.

He’s unsure about everything, hesitant about every touch. Not only is he touch starved, but the thought of him hurting you haunts him. And he can’t brush it off. Eventually, he gets braver, but will be slow and so so careful about it. 

It all starts with small kisses on your cheeks, then slowly, gentle arms wrapped around your waist, but his hugs are always too short. He won’t fall asleep hugging you, too anxious to do so. He’ll sit on your lap, rest against your chest as your hands play with his hair, and that’s the only time he lets his eyes close as he relaxes against you.  Treats you like a spun glass. Dabi

He’s not a cuddly person, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be. Until...you hugged him.  Your warmth, and gentle touches drew him in for some reason, and ever since then, he’d been feeling weird. He didn’t know he liked hugs, if anything, his default emotion towards anything was hate, so for him to be so drawn in to your hugs, and even crave them, was strange. Will get irritated if you go too long without cuddling him, but will never openly request it.

He won’t wrap his arms back around you for a while, but when he does, you’re delighted. Eventually gets used to it, and only hugs you to fluster you, and it never fails. Will put you on his lap as he and Shigaraki play a match on an online game. Kaminari Denki

He’d hug you from behind every morning, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he kisses the back of your neck, until Iida tells him that he should stop and that he shouldn’t do this in front of everyone. Loves to be the big spoon, and loves the feeling that he could make you feel safe and protected and warm as he wraps his arms around you, and tells you about anything and everything that comes up in his mind. Sometimes, when you two are cuddling, he’d start tickling you, and he’s merciless. A good boy. Tamaki Amajiki

He’s so so shy, but he’ll go out of his way to hug you. You’re the one to initiate the hugs most of the time though.  He’ll be shy, but instantly relaxes once he feels you against him.  If you kiss him, he’ll get so flustered, and would hide his face in your neck.  Loves to be the little spoon, but also likes to be the big spoon sometimes. He’s so cute, cherish him. Kirishima Eijirou

Will cuddle you a lot, he’s very affectionate.

Gives you kisses sometimes if he’s feeling extra affectionate, but he’s mostly content with simply hugging you and hearing you talk about your day.

He’s the big spoon, because that’s manly...but he’s too shy to admit that he also likes to be the little spoon sometimes. You notice, however, and let him, and he always blushes when you do that. His hugs are tight, safe, and filled with love. If you wanna feel energetic and happy, just throw yourself into his arms and he’ll charge you up with all the love and positivity he has, and it’s a lot. He’s so precious, love him.

[glowingbadger]

Thirsty Libra anon here again. Thank you. My thirst is both sated and reawakened. (Guess you could say I had an Awakening? lol sorry.) If I may, may I request a nsfw fic with him? Maybe a "together for the first time" type thing? Thank you so much in advance!

Thirsty Libra Anon, blessed are you among Anons xD I actually do have a reader x Libra fic on AO3! It's one of my older ones, so there's a few things about it I don't 100% stand by, but the link is here if you do wanna check it out. If I had a dime for every time I wrote a fake prayer to a dragon goddess for priest-kink smut I'd have two dimes, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that that's happened twice

In the meantime, let's play around with something new for our beautiful priest~

Libra (FE: Awakening) x GN Reader - first time

NSFW 18+

It's easy to get carried away chatting with Libra these days. It had taken you both long enough to make your mutual attraction known to one another, and longer still for your relationship to regain the easy, comfortable familiarity it had prior to confessing. So it was an immense relief that today had felt so natural. You'd passed the afternoon in energetic conversation, trading ideas about some of the more fascinating and obscure scriptures he'd introduced you to (they never talk about the really cool stuff in sermons).

And because you'd had such a lovely time together, you couldn't risk letting him know that a part of you wanted more.

Of course simply being with him was absolute bliss- you'd never thought you could be so lucky. He's a private person, and so elegant, ethereal even. It's hard not to feel downright unworthy sometimes. So thoughts of those battle-calloused hands across your body, and golden hair spilled across your pillow would simply have to be stowed away in the back corners of your mind.

Now, the sun is setting outside the confines of Libra's tent among the encampment, and you've no doubt that he would find it improper for you to stay past dark.

"Well then, I should leave you be for the night I suppose. Wouldn't want people to talk!" it's an awkward joke at best, as you straighten your clothes and prepare to leave, "not- not that you would have any interest, I mean-" you add, refusing to meet his gaze.

Libra speaks your name cautiously, and when you convince yourself to look up at his eyes, he's leaning towards you and his brow is deeply furrowed.

"Have I... caused you to believe that I don't desire you?" His hand gently brushes your cheek, which you can already feel warming up.

"Well, uh, not you per say, but I just assumed that-"

With both hands now woven into your hair, Libra pulls you close and kisses you deeply. Your breath hitches in your throat. His tongue pushes between your lips. You feel dizzy, fuzzy, like you're floating, but he doesn't let up until you're breathless and your heart is pounding against your chest.

"Please, Y/N," he murmurs, his breath hot on your skin, "Allow me to repent for this grave oversight. You should never have cause to doubt that I long for you."

It takes you a moment for your mind to catch up, but once it does, you say,

"What... kind of repentance did you have in mind?"

Without a word, he directs you onto your back on his bedroll, and the moment he's above you, he's kissing you again with that same new fire. Your arms drape across his shoulders and his strong hands wrap around to your back and pull you flush against his body. Sometimes you forget how hard and muscular his body really is underneath those conservative robes, but you can hardly think of anything else when the friction between you two is so wonderfully impassioned.

"Libra..." you whisper out his name when he releases your lips to focus his instead at your neck.

"Can you forgive me, my love?" he says against your neck, his lips and teeth grazing your skin as he speaks, "I am prepared to worship each and every part of you that I adore if it will convince you of my earnest desires."

"I'm already pretty convinced, but don't let me stop you," you mutter, the words hardly registering in your own mind. All you can think of is those beautifully soft lips on your skin and his touch down your back. He sets to work removing your clothes; he's methodical about it, taking time to observe and openly admire every inch of flesh bared to him. His long eyelashes almost hide the hunger in his gaze, but not quite. You've never seen that expression on him before, and you're transfixed. Somehow, an edge of passion only highlights the gentle beauty of his features.

With clothing discarded, you're finally exposed to each other in full. Your eyes meet for a moment, but you can't remain idle for long. When he kisses you now, you can tell he's done holding back. You never knew he had this in him, but the way his tongue pulses against you as he nips tender love-bites to your skin is rousing something in you as well.

He spends a good amount of time at your chest. With one of his large hands cupping the outer contour on one side, his lips tend to the hardened nipple on the other. You whimper out his name, your back arches up to him as he sucks and nibbles at the little nub. He groans with raw and unabashed lust, circling it with the tip of his tongue. Then, his kisses trail lower, never easing in their intensity as he travels a path down the center of your torso. You feel him rutting against your inner thigh, his manhood warm and stiff as he says, low and husky,

"Naga forgive me, your body is gorgeous, Y/N."

Before you can make a coherent reply, you feel his fingers at your entrance, massaging gently into you. You inhale sharply, barely restraining your hips that desperately want to buck towards him. One digit pushes inside of you, with the second soon to follow. He maintains a slow pace at first, but his fingers curl up towards him and mercilessly stimulate your most sensitive nerves. Tension winds in your gut already. You're panting softly, and he comes to nuzzle the crook of your neck.

"Relax, my love, allow me to show you the extent of my affections."

"What... what about you...?" You gasp out, leaning into him with the golden curtain of his hair beside you.

"For tonight, do me the honor of allowing me to focus on your pleasure."

He's using that firm-but-kind tone that you recognize from the rare occasions he delivers public sermons, and so you know there will be no arguing this point with him. Instead, you kiss his lips tenderly, and then softly say as his fingers work within you,

"Then please, Libra... please take me for real..."

He takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. Then, his fingers slowly pull out from you, and he positions himself between your thighs. You gaze up at him- at the fair skin punctuated by scars, old and new. At wisened eyes that worship you in the mere act of looking. You give him a shy smile and brush his hair behind his ear.

Libra takes a breath, and you feel the head of his cock pressing to your opening. You've been a bit impatient with him, urging him to enter you without much ceremony or foreplay; still, he's achingly hard, and you can feel his length throb at the mere contact of his body against yours.

Then, he's pushing into you. Your first thought is that his manhood is incredibly thick- a deceptively impressive symbol of masculinity to pair with such a lovely face. A whimper of both need and fulfillment escapes you as he spreads you apart around his girth, driving into you until his hips are held firmly against you. You both take a breath in unison, then, he his lips are on yours once more as his body begins to move above you. The veins up his shaft grind along your inner walls, only enhancing the incredible sensation of his cock pushing and pulling against you, and with each thrust of his hips, the thick head presses to your deepest point.

Libra makes love like in a salacious novel- the kinds of novels that court ladies claim to enjoy for their romances, rather than for their intensely lurid contents. He's tender, focused, passionate, very nearly obsessed. Your thighs squeeze around him, subconsciously urging him closer to you, deeper within you. The entirety of your bodies are joined, intertwined, and you know your climax won't be long.

"I have wanted this since the moment I understood my feelings for you," he whispers to you, a ragged edge to his voice as the pace of his thrusts picks up, "I never dared to dream that you wanted me in this way as well... Nngh..." you reflexively clench around him in response to his words, and he groans deeply, his head dipping down onto the pillow beside you. Your hands cling to his sturdy body, your thighs lift around him just a bit, allowing him to fuck you more deeply.

"Of course I... want you, Libra..." you half-moan, "I adore you... mm! You feel so good-!" His cock throbs and swells, and you feel a tingling rush up your spine. A shudder wracks your body as you cry out his name. You couldn't have expected that this would cause him to snap his hips towards you with far more force than before. "Yes-!" you gasp out, your eyes dazed and unfocused as he chases his own pleasure at last. One hand steadies him beside you while the other wraps under you, holding you to him so firmly that you're practically lifted up from the bedroll. He has incredible stamina, fucking you hard and deep until your eyes roll back and your thighs tremble around him.

And then at last, he holds himself deep within you, only shifting his hips enough to rub the head of his cock against your core. Then, he pulls away. You hear him gasp out your name, and you feel the heat of his release as he spills across your inner thighs. He lets out a truly remarkable amount- which you distantly think that you should have expected, since it's not likely he allows himself this pleasure very often. By the time he pushes himself up from you, panting softly as he regains himself, he poured out all of his cum onto you, though his cock is still twitching in the wake of his climax.

Once more, he holds your hand in his and places a kiss to the back,

"I dearly hope that you can forgive me, my love."

You give him a tired, yet obviously skeptical grin,

"For what?"

"For giving you any cause to believe that I would not desire you. In truth," he goes on, his eyes leveling on yours, "I would have you each and every evening, were you amenable."

Your eyebrows raise, and the pink flush returns to your face.

"That... could be arranged, perhaps."

[unqualified-critic]

I’d like to start off this review with the reminder that these people put their heart and soul into their work. They work countless hours, while I sit on my ass and type on a blog. I have no film experience, or writing skill, yet plenty of opinions.

I was initially very excited for the series, I love Loki as a character and Tom Hiddleston always does a fantastic job playing him (I actually wish they had him write the character instead of giving him minimal input) However, I wish I didn't watch past episode 3. The directing and writing felt sloppy at best. Loki felt extremely out of character. The development he goes through feels overnight. Remember this is the same Loki that ripped out a guys eye and the next day is in the TVA.

We see Loki go through great change in Dark World and Ragnarok (I get it we can’t all be Taika Waititi) despite the limited scenes featuring him. I’m the movies we see his transition from evil, but he is still the god of mischief, first and foremost. Those movies were maybe 5 hours together, yet better translated the characters depth, than the entire show about him. If it really was about Loki... the series felt as if Loki is back seat to a long monologue filled with plot holes.

There is a severe lack of action. At one point it is addressed that magic cannot be used in the TVA; but Loki is still witty, a good fighter, and has super human strength. We see none of that here and he is reduced to a powerless shell of himself. The few over the top “super hero” effects used, were produced beautifully by the cgi and film crew. The TVA set was well produced and fun with the retro “DMV” feel. The simple costume design with neutral colors and progressively darker lighting, could've paired nicely in contrast against Loki’s character. He’s typically sarcastic, quick on his feet, egotistical, and energetically self absorbed. This series he didn’t even feel broken or exhausted, just bland. Hey, you should always have artistic vision and change material. But characters can only be changed so far, and so quickly without any sustainable reason. It felt almost like a fan-fiction written from the writers ideas, and not the source material.

One of my biggest issues and final straws was the relationship. The relationship felt very forced and wrong. Slyvie and Loki are essentially twins, due to the same parentage. A love interest is not necessary in every series, and it took away from this one severely. I found myself dreading the finale due to the obvious upcoming kiss. The director, Kate Herron, addressed that it was to represent self love...however if you have to explain why it's not incest, it's probably incest. I understand some people don't mind because Slyvie doesn't feel like a Loki (Maybe it's the fact that she looks like and is named after Enchantress rather than lady Loki...not very creative guys) But it made me very uncomfortable. The director is a LGBT woman herself, yet I feel she was locked in a very male gaze, heteronormative, direction. A woman can co-star without being a love interest. An example of this done well is Loki’s friendly relationship with Verity in the comic Agent of Asgard. They met and became friends in only a matter of comics, with better tangibility of relations. In the comics we also see as a version of Lady Loki, and expression of gender-fluidity; without feeling forced or “woke.” On that note, if Loki is established as gender fluid in the MCU, why is there only one female variant of him. The other variants even express surprise of there being a female variant.

Slyvie lacks depth and felt “gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss.” Sophia Di Martino plays Slyvie well and I have no qualms with the castings. I was very excited for a female character with more story than Black Widow, but it was never given. It’s been confirmed that Sylvie isn’t Enchantress, however for the sake of character design, continuity, and incest...I hope she is and that they’re just keeping it a secret.

With a second season coming, I’m glad a new director will be taking the reins. As bad as I feel saying it. Disney has the budget to do better, and not use a “well let’s see what they make” strategy.

I’m not sure how a series can feel so rushed and so empty at the same time. As if it was drawn out to waste time and tell us nothing.

I also found the secondary characters like Owen Wilson’s Mobius and Wunmi Mosaku who plays hunter b-15 likable but underused. Something that left a bad taste in my mouth was how all the characters played by POC were bad guys or killed off. For those unaware this is a trope often exercised by “progressive” creators, usually attempting to include black or Hispanic characters but promptly killing them off or reducing them to a villain. This all just contributes to an absolutely messy series.

No, I didn’t think they’d reverse Loki’s death, give us gender shifting Loki, or Lady Loki as she is from the comics. However the lack of coherent writing (not that I’m one to talk,) contrast of Loki’s character, and rushed emptiness, was a major disappointment. If you love this character, don’t go past episode 2. Feel free to let me know your thoughts both critically and enjoyability at face value.

TLDR: good acting, casting, special effects. Poor character development, weird incest relationship, empty “progressiveness” and lack of action.

Wouldn’t watch past episode 2 if I could go back in time