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dontlookheswatching · 21 days

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Okay here are the doodles! They all feature Ben, in ways that can be seen as either friendship or as a ship, I dont mind what you see it as although a few I did make specifically to be seen as a ship, because while they aren't a canon couple in au, my god they are so adorable and I can't help but draw them anyways-😭

There will be some lore underneath the pictures, and also I'll discuss a little more about the relationship chart and character refs im working on afterward

Okay, lore time. Im not a big pokémon fan. Nor am I big on the pokepastas, which seem, to me, to have honestly spiraled into their own mini fandom on the sides of creepypasta, which is actually pretty cool, I'd love to explore more of it, but again, im not big on pokémon, I've only played like two or three games throughout my life, and I just can't find the interest to do it. My sincere apologies if my lore for Silver upsets anyone who is super big on Pokémon or pokepastas for not being accurate, but then again, that's what headcanons are for, things that aren't canon. I've tried doing little research and the closest thing I could come close to developing lore for Silver was 'Snow on Mt Silver'. Im not sure if its the same character or something entirely different, so bare with me as I say im merging the two ideas from each into one. Now, lets get this mess over with because I have no idea what I'm doing im kinda revamping my own lore as I write this😭

If anyone noticed, on the birthday chart I have, next to Silvers name, in parentheses, is the name;

Jae-Ing.

It doesn't sound like an American name, now does it? No, thats because, im my lore, Silver had a life before death, he isn't just a glitch in the coding and what not. He was Korean. Throughout the more I explain, the more resemblance you'll see in Ben's story, thus why they get together well, because they share a somewhat same experience.

Going to a private high school in Korea wasn't easy. At all. 'Jae' didn't have it eady, either. He had to have a job ontop of all the schoolwork he was required to do to help his mother pay off the payments for attending a private high school. His father is out of the picture, having died before Jae was even born. He and his mother were extremely close, and even though they struggled at times, they never let their bond break.

Jae was 16 the year he died. He was a big fan of Pokémon, owning every game possible and knowing every small detail. He was harassed and bullied for his interests, and was always considered a nerd, barely having any friends. He was considered an outcast, and was always excluded of things other students did. He was very intelligent though, and did well in school.

Of course, that didn't matter to the other students.

Nearing the end of the year, staff had presented a field trip, one that would last three days, to hike Mt Hallasan. It was winter, however, so the mountain was covered in snow, so students were told to be extra prepared and to be cautious and stay within their assigned groups and to NOT leave the trail.

Jae wasn't going to go, but his mother had insisted on it, saying it would be a fun experience, and that he deserves a break anyways. So he went.

Not having any friends is why the whole trip backfired on Jae's side.

He was paired with kids who had commonly made fun of him, and being on an exciting field trip was no excuse. They'd constantly steal his things, such as his small console he kept with him in which he'd play his favorite games on. Or sometimes jackets or blankets he so very needed.

He was miserable and wanted to go home, but it was too late to turn back by the time the though occured to him.

On the second to last night, when their group had finally managed to reach the top, they thought it'd be funny to fall behind their supervisor, to walk with Jae, who walked behind all of them, to suddenly act like friends, forcing them all to walk slower and slower until the supervisor was far enough ahead to where he didn't notice one of the girls start pushing him as they resumed their bullying tactics. She kept pushing and pushing, trying to get him to fight, but Jae wasn't the fighting time.

She got angry, and kept pushing, until, before someone could say something, she pushed him over the edge of the trail, down a steep hill.

They ran off.

Didn't look back, didn't bother to try and help him. Instead, they ran, not wanting to be caught at the scene.

The impact left Jae scratched up and bruised. One arm was broken. He couldn't get back up to the trail, especially with a broken arm. He tried to find a way down the mountain, a way to find help. But night fell quickly and made it impossible to see. The temperatures dropped. His limbs began to freeze as he got colder and colder. He kept his bag close, scared. Scared, alone, nearing death. He kept going until he physically couldn't. Until his body gave out and left him a lying heap in the snow.

He died. Cold. Frozen, black limbs. Alone, scared, wishing he stayed home with his mother. Oh, and how the news broke her when her sons body was eventually discovered.

His soul was sucked into his console, into the very game world he loved, due to dark magics of some sort that I might explain in another post.

He lost any memory of his former life. He didn't know why he was so sad, why he was always scared, why he didn't like the cold. He didn't have the answers to his questions. He still doesn't to this day, even after exiting the console by the force of Slenderman and with the help of Ben.

He is yet to remember his past. But perhaps for now its a mercy that he doesn't.

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ANYWAYS yeah that's my take on Lost Silver. Its kinda shitty and definitely not canon but it's whatever.

Moving on, I finally have the icons done that I'll be using for the relationship chart!

All I have to do now is digitalize them, make the chart, and boom, it'll be done. FinaLLY. so expect that MAYBE later today or tomorrow, we'll find out and see which happens first.

Now, about the character refs. I plan on doing them for Ben(which is done), Jeff(Hes next), Toby, Liu, and EJ, as they'll probably be the most frequently seen on the blog.

I would like to mention the fact my ref for Ben was a total flop. Its quite saddening especially since I spent more than a day on it, but its in the past, and can't control everyone's preferences. Hopefully the ones in the future will be more appealing, and if not, oh well, that just means I've got work to do and revamping and redoing them, because there's always room for improvement. I'd like to thank everyone real quick for the support I've already received so far, because even if the ref was a flop, im still extremely grateful for everything else!

Anyways thats the end of my super long post thank you goodbye im going to sleep this was too much writing

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ben drowned #art #creepypasta art #gaymer ramble #gaymer art #bendrowned #Lost silver #Ben drowned #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fanart

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 6 months

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Top 5 songs?

this is a painful question. i have to choose only 5? hmm. well i have a very wide range of music taste but for this i'll keep it to music with words (ghibli soundtracks my beloved). you also need to understand that my taste in music changes for different things. i have dance music which is more rap/pop/anything snappy and then i have calm schoolwork music and then i have music for certain vibes when i'm drawing/reading/writing. so that may be reflected here idk

i think i'll give you my top right-now songs. but literally my answer will probably change every day

big god by florence + the machine -- something about it Gets me. like. tears me apart and makes me want to lay in a warm pond and feel the world shake and ripple around me. i'd also just. recommend everything by florence + the machine in general. it all makes me want to like. drown in a lake but be a lesbian about it u get me?

calm me down by mother mother -- i love all mother mother but i feel this is one of those songs that has always meshed well w me. same w/ drugs by mother mother. and. all of mother mother. i cannot stress enough that i love mother mother

sick and twisted affair by my darkest days -- i love my darkest days. started listening to them about a year ago and i was like. it's wild that i haven't come across them before they're like. exactly one of my favorite music vibes

touch-tone telephone by lemon demon -- and everything by lemon demon i love lemon demon i love everything by lemon demon do you understand that i like lemon demon it's almost cringe how much lemon demon is my vibe but we can ignore that because lemon demon goes hard u know?

my name is by yanagamiyuki -- i just really like this one. it fills me with joy. i could dance all day to this shit tbh. my name is my name is my name is

honorable mention to one more night by maroon 5 it has been what i've been needing to dance to all day and crab god which is a crabrave/eminem remix. which i love. immensely

anyways i have a lot more music that i love but for my current state, this is what i give u :)

for this

#ty for the ask <3333 #ask game #i have very good taste in music i hope you understand

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aviculor · 2 years

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My gout flared up and ruined my weekend, but I was already slowly chipping away at remodeling my bedroom over the course of the week.

When I moved into here 8 years ago, I had to make a lot of tough choices regarding my old possessions. For instance, I trimmed a lot of fat from my childhood library, but I still wound up with a huge stockpile of books that just continued to collect dust in my closet. But I'm ready now. The time has finally come to pull them out and ask my niece if she wants any. I'm going to see if I can try donating some of the ones that aren't falling apart.

Rearranging trays and end tables allowed me to take the other shitty little tray and put it next to the first one, literally doubling my kitchen space. My air fryer is still in a different spot, but it really needs a different outlet because of how much energy it draws. I've already had electricians in here setting up new circuits, but I still can't run the air fryer and the microwave at the same time. I can run the microwave and air conditioner at the same time now, though.

I also drastically cut my reserve of acrylic containers. I hoarded them as if my tarantula collection was going to keep increasing exponentially. And a lot of them were ruined anyway by soldering too many holes and soldering holes too far down. You see, this was before I began using top soil so I was trying to keep coconut fiber from growing mold (impossible challenge). I was going to put the remaining containers in my garage, but I found room in my now-mostly-bookless closet.

Speaking of my closet, my wardrobe...I'm always donating old things I've hung onto because, like the books, I wasn't emotionally ready to get rid of them yet. So that's not really part of the remodeling, that's like an ongoing thing. But I will be making a trip to the donation bin as soon as my gout lets up. My dressers are now next to one another which is incredibly efficient, but my shorts and flannel shirts are still in cubbies in my closet. I guess strictly speaking I can live with that because they're only priorities for half the year at most. I kind of hit bedrock with space in my dressers anyway. And since I can actually get into my closet now, that still made accessing the shorts and flannels easier. As for all the coats in there...as I said, I need to be ready to give something up before I actually do.

Under my bed is where I keep my mobility aids and spare pillows, so that's fine. There's also the sculptures I made in high school, which I plan on moving to the garage...along with some old schoolwork, once I can get it down from my loft.

What's funny is that after everything I've done, I still couldn't find the remote control to my air conditioner.

#personal

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bvannn · 18 days

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Weekly Update April 12, 2024

This week was awful. I’ve been bogged down with homework, surgery sickness briefly returned, my congenial illness was flaring up the worst I’ve seen in since my 2022 surgery, and to top it all off I still have 3 lab reports and a paper and presentation to do this weekend. It’s fine but it does mean I am a bit limited with my art stuff. I’m still doing what I can though.

Comic progress: page 1 is completely done, page 2 needs some backgrounds and lettering and it’s good to go. I probably could do those tonight and maybe if my mood improves I will but for now I’m taking it slowly. The third page will probably also be pretty quick, as from what I remember it didn’t have a lot of panels. Progress is going as fast as I can handle with my situation. I’d like to think it’ll pick up once I graduate but I’m anticipating I’ll need a break. When I graduated high school I slept for 25 hours straight (unless my clocks were wrong or I misinterpreted, which is possible), I anticipate doing the same again for Uni. After that I’m hoping I’ll pick up the pace.

Animation: my limited time has put the animation in a weird spot because I don’t have enough time to draw storyboards, but I have had time in waiting rooms and waiting for things to cook in lab, and I’ve been writing out a plan for what shots I want where and when, so I’m still making progress. I just need there to be a span of time where I have the free time and my body is in a state where I can draw well enough for the storyboards. Admittedly I’m really bad at storyboards and everything gets cleaned up with animation after, but I haven’t decided yet if there’s enough shots with the type of movement to justify making a puppet rig. I anticipate one for a profile view but am unsure if it needs to be a complete rig or if I’ll need the other angles. Again I’m not as worried about it right now, since that’ll be dictated by the storyboards.

Other songs: In addition to the cover I’m sitting on right now I’m also close to done with another, plus almost done with that instrumental medley. Also got more lyric work done for the two originals I’ve been sitting on. Last night I tried some piano to try to relax, and to practice melody writing. On a good night I can write a single melody line in 20 minutes, which I think is pretty good, and now I have a couple more I’m sitting on, which I’ll likely turn into OC themes, but only after everything else is finished. I’ll try to time myself on the rest of the music making process so I can be more consistent, but again I’m waiting on free time.

The other thing I did this week was writing. A bit of OC story writing, and a bit of TTRPG writing. I’m still a little stuck with the third chapter but I got through the worst of it, just need to come up with some thematic encounters and on to chapters 4 and 5. I’ve been back on a low level of epithet erased Brainrot since I’m finally trying to read Prison of Plastic, so I’m hoping I can channel that into writing, but it’s mostly been theorycrafting about the future of the OG series. The more I think about it the more sure I am that Sylvie is going to join Bliss Ocean and be a villain. Anyway I’m writing that campaign, good chance it’s a ways off yet but it’ll presumably be done during a time where I have more free time anyway, so I’ll just write it up proper then. Other writing thing I’d want to put more effort into would be a pitch comic for my secondary OC story since people really seem to be interested in those characters, but outlining the overall story will come naturally and from there I’ll find the most natural starting point. I’m not thinking too hard, I’m very bad at thinking.

Next week my objective is going to be to survive. My body is having a lot of problems and schoolwork is piling up (two events that are probably related but it’s fine that means they’ll go away around the same time) and anything else I can do will be comic, finish second cover song, and storyboards, in that order of priority, while lower effort projects will be storyboard planning, lyric writing, and story/TTRPG writing, in that order of priority. I’ll still try to have enough small drawings to post but looks like you guys are getting tired of those so I’ll try to space them out a bit better. Thank you for being so patient, I promise it’ll be three more weeks most of this slump before I pick up and really get working again!

#weekly update

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taiblogcomics · 4 months

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Lordy Lordy, Look Who's 40

Hey there, the Hall of Dangling Onions or Possibly It's Garlic. All right, it's not my usual update day, but we're not doing soda. It's only a day late, I can set my own schedule! I didn't expect to be out of town, and when you get a look at this thing, there's no way I was typing this up on my phone. I was holding onto this one because I wanted to do it as close to Decemberween as possible. MLP has done holiday specials before, but this one's not. But I think thematically, of the issues I have in my backlog, this one fits best here. I hope you'll agree~

Here's the cover:

Yeah! Can you believe that? My Little Pony is forty years old. Think about that a moment! Like, Ghostbusters won't be 40 until next year. The NES won't until 2025. I'm only 37 myself. (I'm 37, I'm not old!) That's wild, huh? Anyway, what's more on-theme for the holiday than kids receiving toys? Like, I think the only MLP toy my sister ever had as a kid was a Christmas one. (It was a G1 Merry Treat, if you were curious.) It just feels on theme. Man, though, I hate to say it, but I do not like this cover. These are some ugly little girls. Like, I don't necessarily like to insult the art styles for these, but maybe stick to drawing horses.

So we open on some rather static poses of some G1-style ponies. Butterscotch announces that Ponyville is in trouble. In fact, the world is ending. They debate this for a while, with Cotton Candy worrying this might be a problem too big for ponies. In G1, this might be so, but by the time of FiM, it's practically a daily event. But it's not an issue, because if there's one thing consistant for every generation of ponies: when they're together, they're unbeatable! Also, they have a secret weapon: this is all being made up by a little girl.

Yeah, the rather static poses and expressions is cleverly foreshadowing that these are all toys, and the scenario is all the imagination of our actual protagonist. She owns two of these figures, Snuzzle and Blossom. Cotton Candy and Minty belong to Tiffany, Butterscotch is Melanie's, and Blue Belle is Kelly's. Refer back to the cover. Starting from top left and going clockwise, you have Melanie, Tiffany, Julie (our protagonist), and Kelly. I hope you're getting all this, because there's absolutely a quiz on it later.

But indeed, this isn't a story about ponies. It's a story about the little girls who love them, which is a really neat idea for the 40th anniversary. Anyway, as you might expect from a group of pre-middle school girls who play ponies in Julie's basement all summer, they're also real horse girls. The lot of them are driven out to a barn where they hang out with some real ponies. And also being girls who are about to enter middle school as summer wanes, there's some angsting among them about remaining friends in the face of this new stage in life.

Now then! Given the G1 ponies, names like "Tiffany", and some of the dress sense, I think it's fair to say it's the 1980s in the comic. Maybe the early '90s at worst. So what's missing from this plot? How about a greedy man in a business suit threatening the continued existence of the farm~? Yes indeed, Julie overhears Mr. Pine in his office, discussing something on the phone. Tiffany sneaks off to the other line and hears the conversation: Grogar Developments (get it?) is planning to bulldoze the farm and build a mall. Oh good, you're almost in middle school, girls! You need a mall to hang out at!

The group resolves to let nothing happen to their favourite hangout, even forming a pinky promise over it. But the very next week, school starts up. The others give Julie their ponies so they'd always have a reason to return to her and to give her some extra courage. Alas, though, real life sets in and the friends begin to drift anyway, with the rigors of middle school both in and after school keeping them apart. Kelly in particular is being kept busy with her schoolwork while her parents glare at her from ten feet away. Even with the Asian stereotypes aside, no pressure, huh~?

Tired of waiting for her friends to call and also just tired in general, Julie drifts to sleep. Upon waking, she's siezed by an idea. In the middle of the night, she slips out and heads to the farm, which is indeed proposed for demolition. She finds a mysterious book under a haystack, and reads out a Latin phrase. Roughly translated (and by "roughly", I mean "I ran it through Google Translate"), it's something like "by the virtue of the universal knight this creature would send the life of addseer into his house". As usual, it probably loses a little something in translation.

The effort of casting a magic spell from a book she knew was hidden in the barn through a dream she had takes a lot out of Julie, and she falls asleep on the hay nearby. When next she wakes, she finds herself surrounded by… ponies! The six ponies that were once her and her friends' toys have been brought to life, expanded to full size. They've heard her plea, and have transported themselves over from Equestria to help her in her time of need. Honestly, this is a lot. Even knowing what franchise I'm reading, I did not expect this angle~

Julie tries to call her friends, who aren't willing to skip school to meet her at the barn. Are you sure they're your friends? Or even real kids, at that point? Before she can follow that up, Julie's surprised from behind and everything goes black. We cut over to the other three friends, who split up despite clearly riding to school together on the same bus. As the day goes on, though, they notice Julie is absent, and they decide to fake being sick and go after her. Oh, so skipping school entirely's a no-go, but ditching it early is just fine?

Upon arrival at the barn, they find Julie tied up and gagged, which is the second time I've had the "I did not expect this comic to go there" feeling. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. Before they can help their friend, she indicates what's behind them. And they bear witness to their ponies come to life, just as she had. And here's where the third nickel drops: also behind them is Mr. Pine. He's a magician. And what I mean is that he's actually magic. It was his book that Julie found, and while he was content to just open a shopping mall, he'd be even more jazzed to open a portal between dimensions. Sure, we all would!

So, long ago, he was a wizard from Equestria, where he likewise planned to build a shopping mall. I mean, far be it from me to criticise one's magical ambitions, but… I think he could be shooting a little higher. Ah, but here's his grand plan as of now. With the kids in command of the ponies, perhaps they can persuade the tricky equines to open their portal and let him return. Where he can then open two shopping malls! Imagine! Slow down, we got a badass over here. But the girls refuse, telling him they don't control the ponies. They're friends with the ponies.

Cue a two-page spread of Magic Mr. Pine and his goons (yes, he has uniformed henchmen) fighting the girls all riding their magical ponies, all in front of a rainbow backdrop. Fantastic. The power of friendship and the strength of equine legs beat up the villains. And Magic Mr. Pine ends up sealed inside his own book. Victory!

And then Julie wakes up. Yep, it was all just a dream. No Magic Mr. Pine, no portal to Equestria, no book of Latin under the hay, and no talking horses. She never even left home. Before Julie can suck herself back into despair, her mom comes in to give her some good news. Seems the contractor decided to pull out of the deal and not demolish the farm. And even better, all three of her friends are here to cheer her up! They just heard the same news about the farm, and it's this good news that's pulled them together to apologise for their lack of communication lately.

So that was one story! Would you like another?

Well, we celebrated the G1 ponies. Let's leap to the other end of the timescale and do a G5 story! We open at the Brighthouse with Hitch helping to lift a heavy box to a higher level. With some strain, he manages to raise it, collapsing in a heap afterwards. Inquiring what the heck he just hauled, Sunny explains that it's books! It's her dad's old research into previous Equestrian societies. Izzy pokes through some of them, wondering what kind of place Fillydelphia was. Sunny replies that her dad believed they had magical sunshine every day. Oh, ha ha.

One of the dustiest books Sunny finds, however, is called "Tales of Dream Valley". The fun part of this is that, down to the font choice and rainbow banner, it really looks like an old G1 storybook. They find a page of character profiles, running commentary on each of them. Once again we're dealing with Butterscotch, Minty, Blue Belle, Cotton Candy, Snuzzle, and Blossom. This one also correctly names the G1 setting as Ponyland instead of Equestria. Izzy also notes that none of them are unicorns or pegasi, so maybe pony segregation has always been a thing.

The book then immediately contradicts my joke by focusing on Dream Valley, stating that Dream Castle was home to earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, flutterponies, seaponies, grundles, and bushwoolies. Hitch wonders what bushwoolies are, and boy am I glad some things never came back for future series. Meanwhile, Izzy goes nuts over the concept of seaponies, deeply wishing to call upon them. Sunny points out that all of this could be just stories, and they should do more research. Let's go tell Zipp and Pipp about it, and maybe use the library at their place. This story ends as quickly as it began, with a dedication thanking MLP for being there for so many years and so many stories.

So that was another story! Would you like one more?

We open on a perfectly ordinary suburban-looking home. Like, a human-looking home. And indeed, first thing we see is a human woman coming downstairs to check on a young girl named Bonnie, who is watching an episode of G5 MLP on TV. Aunt Vicki can tell, but she questions why she has so many other screens also. Which Bonnie explains as also having the wiki open on the laptop, and using a tablet to look at MLP comics. She also has her phone out, to talk to her friend Kristen, who's watching at the same time. This kid is incredibly valid and relatable.

Suddenly a storm knocks out the power. While Aunt Vicki goes to check the breaker, Bonnie checks the status of her electronics. Like a fool, she's been running them all unplugged despite being at home, and the battery is at zero for all of them. Man, have you ever had three devices that all ran out of battery simultaneously? That's kind of impressive. But not very helpful for Bonnie's entertainment. Vicki comes back, noting the power's out all over the neighbourhood. So Kristen is probably powerless too, which doesn't cheer Bonnie up.

Aunt Vicki gets an idea, and hauls an old box out of her attic. Inside the box, they find Vicki's old G1 ponies. Minty and Butterscotch, who seem to be universal constants, are here again. Vicki also has a G1 Applejack, leading to Bonnie's confusion about the lack of hat. Vicki laughs at the differences between generations, remarking then that she also once had a Twilight. Not Twilight Sparkle, and not a book about vampires either. And then Vicki enters a lengthy flashback as she remembers her toy.

Way back in 1983, Vicki looked remarkably like her niece. She also had a friend she had an argument with. See, Jessie (her so-called best-friend-forever) went to a sleepover with Caroline and Chelsea and didn't even tell Vicki about it. Jessie points out that Vicki couldn't have even come, she was spending the weekend at her grandparents' house anyway. And she only got invited because her mom is friends with theirs. And turns out, they're pretty nice. So… what now? Is she gonna be their best friend instead?

This is also what Bonnie is wondering. What happened next was: nothing. Turns out you can be friends with multiple people, and the amount of friendship you spread around doesn't actually get smaller! Who knew~? As an apology, Vicki writes Jessie a note declaring this, gifting her Twilight as well. And this is basically the same story with Bonnie and her friend Kristen. Kristen went rollerskating with some other girl, and they fought about it. Bonnie wants to apologise, but can't because her phone's out. Vicki shares something else with her from the past: a land-line phone.

Yeah, I don't buy it. First, Vicki's not that old to still have a landline. If she was a kid in '83? Like, my mum doesn't have a landline, and she's at least 10 years behind that. Vicki's at most mid-40s. Nobody less than 70 has a landline anymore. Secondly, if the power went out, even the landline phones aren't working. That's how it always was when I was a kid. But despite reality, Bonnie calls up her friend and spends a merry time chatting with her, even missing the end of the storm and the beginning of a rainbow. And the comic ends with the power's return, while Vicki sends a photo of Applejack to Jessie, who sends back a pic of her with Twilight.

Well, as an anthology, we should react to the stories individually, yes?

Despite my criticisms, I do like the first story a lot! The premise is fun, and I'm a big sucker for the various '80s/'90s cliches and story beats. But with fair criticism, the art is amateurish at best and bogs the thing down. There's a lot of wasted space, empty backgrounds, and more than a few pages are huge splash pages that could be condensed. I don't think it ruins the experience, but it does dampen the whole thing. The ending is also kind of rushed. Once it dips back into reality, everything just kind of congeals to a finish. If the story had been paced a little better and less padded, it could've been really great.

The second story being set in the G5 universe is a fun spin on the formula, cheekily poking at the differences in the franchise between then and now. Both the art style and the oldness of the book are re-created perfectly. I only wish it was longer, and maybe had some sort of more definitive conclusion.

The third is very nice as well, with a more focused story about the differences in generations--and the things the same about them that bring them together. I like that this one at least brings up FiM a little bit, it seems a bit criminal to celebrate MLP's 40th anniversary and not mention the fourth generation, the one that had the most impact on the franchise's popularity and longevity. You think there'd even be a comic book for your 40th if it wasn't for Friendship is Magic? Highly doubtful. Anyway, Bonnie is relatable as heck with her ADHD screen spread, and she is right to be incredulous about Aunt Vicki's landline.

All in all, as a way to celebrate the franchise's 40th anniversary, this was a great idea. Not just stories about the ponies, but stories about the people ponies were meant for--both then and now.

#comics #reviews #My Little Pony #My Little Pony 40th Anniversary Special #Taiblog

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sowerrr · 6 months

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The ‘cocooning’: A new clothing brand’s orgin story.

TW: depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation.

Hello! Hope you are having a great day. If you’re new, my name is Kennedy Harris, and I own the latest fashion brand: SOWER. In today’s article, I will discuss how the ‘cocooning’ was my most significant catalyst for starting SOWER. I will strive to answer questions like “What does SOWER mean?” “Did you even like fashion before the ‘cocooning’?” “What is the ‘cocooning,’ and why does it even matter to the brand’s creation?” So buckle up, get your tissues ready, and put on your blue light glasses, because this is gonna be an emotional one. Enjoy!

So now you might be asking: what was so crucial about sixth grade? Well, sixth grade was the first time that school did not come easy to me. I had just finished the best school year of my life (and that opinion still stands as I write to you in the 12th grade), and immediately once I entered middle school, I felt a very negative shift within myself. So many new changes were happening; I was going through some of the most pivotal changes that puberty had to offer, I was being separated from my peers, and, most notably, doing the schoolwork that my teachers gave me was actually hard.

These things led to a steady decline in my grades, and I couldn’t have been more distraught. Admittedly, I’m a bit competitive, so I wanted my grades to be high, and it felt like I was letting myself down. But, what really put the nail in the coffin for me was thinking that I was letting my family down, letting my mom down. And I couldn’t deal with that.

Anyway, before I knew it, my room was a mess, my sleeping patterns were ridiculous, I was exhausted all the time, and I cried every day after school. I knew that what was happening to me and around me wasn’t normal in the slightest. On top of that, I was also realizing that I didn’t trust anyone to know about this information. I thought that if I told my family how I was feeling, I would be burdening them, and I wouldn’t tell my “friends” because they were all gifted kids and seemed to be able to handle everything.

As I said before, I try to find ways to fix my problems, especially when I am in a bind and feel like I have no one else to turn to. So the first thing I figured was, “I need to earn money so I can get a therapist. And maybe, just maybe, I can go back to being my old self”. That goal wasn’t strong enough to rid me of my suicidal thoughts, however, and I continued my downward spiral. My grades were getting worse, my relationships were getting worse, my mom was expressing more and more disappointment in me, and I was getting closer and closer to the point of not being able to take it.

But one day, a particularly bad progress report graced my mother’s home screen. I had been lying to her about my grades. I mean, she still knew I was doing poorly, but she didn’t know that I was doing this poorly. And I thought to myself, “This is it; she’s going to give me a spanking.” I had never gotten a spanking before because of my good behavior and grades, and to think that my mother was finally going to give me one, really made me feel like I was a no-good, lowlife scum who was better off gone. I had finally driven the woman who meant most to me to the point of hitting me, of punishing me.

But she didn’t.

She gave me mercy. She believed in me and my ability to pull myself back up. And at that moment, when she told me that, I figured that I could do this, I could live for her. I can live, I should live, because someone actually believes in me. Once that was over, I started to hone in on finding a true purpose for myself instead of just living for my mother. I didn’t find it, however, until about the 7th grade.

I was still depressed during the seventh grade, so I couldn’t work on it in full force, but bit by bit, I started building a brand around the lemon drawing. I made descriptions for the first collections, I drew up a few sketches, and I could even vividly picture in my head how I wanted everything to go. I chose SOWER because it’s ‘power’ with an ‘s,’ and I thought it would be too on the nose to call the brand ‘sour.’ When the pandemic hit, I started taking SOWER more seriously by drawing up more mockups and establishing characters. Things were really starting to come together. However, the first year or so of me putting more force behind it didn’t bear any fruit. But I hope that this third year is really the charm!

Welp, that is all from me today! Hope you have a great rest of your day. Sorry, I didn’t get to talk about my new brand mascot today; I promise you that I’ll have all that information in my next article. Stay tuned!

Remember to be kind to yourself and accept yourself for everything you are and may be. Kennedy, signing off!

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crashtestdummy1003 · 1 year

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This is a shit ton of venting, pls scroll past (literally just need to yell this into the void)

I'm not afraid of meeting people. That was never an issue.

I'm afraid of them meeting me. I'm afraid they'll start to know things about me, my interests, my hobbies. And I'm afraid it won't be good enough. What if they just pretend to be okay with me?

I know I'm kind of annoying. And a little cringey. But thats fine, I've embraced the cringe and annoying parts of myself. But when I have to tell someone about something I really, genuinely care about, I always play it down. They can't know that I'm super invested in it because then they'll be able to ruin it for me.

I'm thinking about making a fursuit? No, I'm just a fan of the creativity.

I want to make animation my career someday? No, its just a hobby.

I have comfort characters that literally mean everything to me? No, I just like their designs.

Its worse with feelings. None of my friends know how much I don't tell them. Because if I do ill be that one person in the chat that brings the mood down, ill be the person that makes everything about them. The one that takes everything to heart.

I am so afraid of being myself that I genuinely don't know where the persona my friends see ends, and where the real me begins. I'm kind of terrified that maybe, I'm doing all of this for nothing. These things might not even matter to me on the future.

Even something stupid, (like my posts that are kind of down bad about fictional men, heh) whenever I share it with my friends I immedeitly regret it. I know when they say "Crash, nooo..." they're just joking, but hearing any kind of negative feedback makes my heart feel like somebody is squeezing it until it bursts.

I haven't had anything postive said towards me in a while. I don't want to fish for compliments from my friends, but id like them to notice things about me. My outfit, or my makeup, or even my fucking work. I try so hard with my schoolwork, with my hobbies, things that nobody even notices because I feel like if I go harder, if I do the best I can and outdo everyone else, then somebody will finally notice me. Somebody will say, "Hey, Crash, good job! You did well with that specific thing!"

Figure skating, swim team, drawing, academics, cleaning, work, I just want to be good at SOMETHING. But I feel the harder I try the more I get looked over. Now people only notice when I slip up, but when will they notice me working myself to death to try and stay at the top?

I want to cry, but if I cry then its not going to help anything, is it? I just want to go home, but I really don't know where that is. I am home right now, but I can't even feel safe with my feelings here. I live with people that make it impossible to feel anything without guilt seeping in.

I don't think im okay

And I'm scared. I'm so scared. I'm not even an adult yet, but I'm almost there. I'm so scared.

I want something, but I don't know what it is.

I want to cosplay, go to furry conventions and wear a fursuit!! I want to post my art and have it be seen!! I want to be HAPPY with myself for fucking once. I want to be able to take criticism without CRYING. I want to not feel guilty when I take space from my friends. I want my friends to treat me the way I can never ask them to.

I want more friends. I only have like 3 that would consider me friends back. Everyone else is too cool, too nice, too functional. Trying to talk to them is overwhelming. I WANT to, but if I say anything its never good enough. They don't say it, but I can feel it. And it hurts. I'm not good enough for them.

I want to be normal, I want to be nuerotypical and not be hylerfixated on FNAF and Mario and my own ocs.

I want to be able to clean my room and keep it that way, to be motivated.

I want to practice my craft and learn about myself as a pagan.

I want my parents to show me they love me

They say it, but i don't ever see them show it.

I want a hug.

I want to go home. I want somewhere to call home. My house is my home, but sometimes I don't feel safe. Its not abusive, my parents and siblings never hit me, its not abusive. But I don't feel like I can have my own emotions. I feel guilty. Everyone else is going through something, I'm just getting through highschool.

I'm so scared. I don't think im okay. And I don't know how to fix it. Can I fix it? Am i stuck? Im terrified that im going to feel lile this forever.

Im not suicidal and ive never hurt myself, but id do anything to make this stop. I want to stop existing for a bit. Not die, im scared of dying, but i just.. want to observe. Not feel anything. But i feel SO MUCH and i want it OUT of me. I just want it out and gone. I feel like im full of some kind of liquid, like im going to overflow. Heavy. My mouth is full of sand and my eyes and holding back gallons of emotions. My body is restless but i csnt get evough sleep for it.

I dont wsnt to say i hate myself. But i dont know how else to phrase it.

I dont know how to end this. I doubt anyone's read this far besides myself. Im not posting this for pity, or fame or whatever the fuck. I just CANNOT hold this in anymore. I really cant. Only one person whos ever known me irl follows me here, and he probably wont read this far. He probably wont read this at all, which is fine. Thats why the dni tag is here. I just want this post to drift through time, forever. I'll come back to it eventually, maybe

Or maybe ill delete it.

I feel a little better. Not much in the grande scheme of things, but i feel good enough to sleep, or at least rest without crying.

Goodnight, I guess. Im tired.

#vent #i dont think im okay #dni please #yelling into the void

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blazingemeraldau · 2 years

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Update time (and bit of rant)

I have a bit of an important announcement and update for you all.

You may have heard this term before, used by many other people who experienced this before.

I am experiencing burnout.

Over summer I should have been enjoying myself. I wasn't.

I wasn't really happy with what I had been doing (which was absolutely nothing. Instead of being productive all I did was draw comics) And on top of that, school is coming soon. Like in 5 days or so.

I am stressed due to drama in my family, schoolwork, and I feel like I am not motivated to do anything except wake up and try to be alive like a normal functioning human.

It's hard for me to do that. When I was around 14, I woke up in a good mood and was just a bundle of joy. Now here I am, just this miserable... thing.

I feel like I need to live up expectations that are not really there. If I sleep in, I get mad at myself and say I am lazy.

I have a lot of these false expectations. I have an entire fucking list.

If I sleep in or even take a day off from drawing, I get mad at myself and say I am lazy

If I draw something for myself and not for others, I get mad at myself and tell myself that I am just taking requests and never do any of them because *laziness*

If I ask for help on anything I get mad like, I am supposed to know this stuff. Thousands of people at my age know this shit. Why is it so hard for me to figure out.

If I ask for support I'm afraid people think I am just attention seeking or faking it.

I fucking hate A N X I E T Y

Somedays I can't even get motivation to pick up a fucking pencil and draw a circle. I just want to sit and watch as all of my problems get fixed magically.

But it can't.

I'm stressed.

I'm tired.

And I'm taking a break. I don't know how long this will be. Chances are I am going to be inactive for a bit.

I'm gonna post the page later today. Hopefully. I don't know.

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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moiyume · 3 years

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More Yandere!Izuku headcanons, pls? He's so fluffy and soft, he was one of the few Yandere I liked.

YANDERE!IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS ♡

A/N: Hello my angel! I have a crush on Yandere!Izuku too... so I made this with great care, I hope you like it. ♡

Warnings ⚠️: yandere themes, mentions of stalking, delusional behaviour, insecurities and kidnapping.

Pairing: Yandere!Izuku Midoriya × GN!reader.

Words: 470.

Masterlist. ♡

Type: careful obsessive, passionate delirious, observant stalker.

Izuku is an avid collector of objects, that's a fact, we can see this better when we enter his old U.A. dorm room, there are several action figures, posters, figurines and all kinds of trinkets related to All Might. So when he falls in love with you, he sets up a little temple in his house filled with your stuff. Photos, pieces of clothing stolen from your laundry room, strands of hair, bows you wear, your old crayons, your schoolwork, your drawings, your stuffed animals, literally anything that belongs to you.

Our dear green boy has a vivid imagination and this contributes to his delusions. Sometimes he imagines himself dancing with you in the living room at home to the sound of a song he heard and remembered you to, sometimes the hallucinations are so real that he believes you were really there.

Izuku has a great power of observation. He knows everything about you, without joking or exaggerating. He has several notebooks containing notes on things you like and dislike, your routine, your quirks, your qualities and your flaws, your favorite books and manga, your clothing style, your favorite music and even your computer history.

Midoriya usually follows you home to make sure you arrive safely, getting rid of any scum that threatens you. Got a guy stalking you? An ex-boyfriend bothering you? A neighbour who looks at you in a strange way? He'll put an end to them all.

He will take a little time to kidnap you because he is afraid of rejection. He has been rejected, mistreated and humiliated all his life, having only recently gained the respect and admiration of others, so just imagining you rejecting him gives him chills. Izuku will try to approach you at work or at university, he will try to get as close as he can to you, in some extreme cases he will get you into dangerous situations just to save you, and to have the pleasure of holding you in his arms and being your hero. However, if that doesn't work or if you take too long to realize you're in love with him, Izuku will kidnap you take you home without a second thought.

Unlike the other Yanderes, Izuku will leave you in a baby-proof room with all the things you like, the restraints will be made of a soft material so as not to hurt your wrists, he wants you to feel comfortable and at home. He will bring you your favourite foods too and will give you space if you need it. If you cry or squirm too much, he will comfort you, give you hugs and kisses on top of your head and tell you that everything will be okay, that you are safe now.

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slytherwrites · 3 years

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Dedicated Interest - pt 1

Costume Innovation

The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.

You’ve seen her fight—you’ve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero students’ costumes—particularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.

The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isn’t hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, you’re able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls she’s walked in with is the hard part.

But you don’t stop. In fact, you just go for it. It’s now or never, afterall.

“Yaoyorozu,” you ask, “can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” She replies, “don’t wait up for me guys. I’ll be there shortly!”

You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but it’s muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.

“Have we met before..?”

“Not formally,” you reply, “I’m one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.”

You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes that’ll support her instead of the heeled boots she’d been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts aren’t halfway out all the time anymore and it’s all in her original color scheme.

“This is…” She pauses. You can’t tell what’s on her mind.

“Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!”

“This is ingenious!” Momo replies, “Tell me, when do you think you could have this made?”

“Oh umm… I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing new’s being innovated, it’s just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thing…”

“Sounds great.” She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, “I need to get to lunch but I’m free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!”

“I will!” You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.

===

You immediately added Yaoyorozu’s number after lunch and now you’re getting a ping from it.

Yaoyorozu: Hey, I’m free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?

You look at your clock now. 4:30’s coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isn’t so busy that you wouldn’t bring in another person—that’s only when Hatsume’s working, as she’s a safety hazard in and of herself.

Y/N: Now’s fine! I’m in the 2-H workshop. It’s in the east wing.

The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. You’ve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/N?” Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, “Oh, hi Yaoyorozu!”

You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozu’s skin tight outfit. She certainly isn’t uncomfortable in her skin.

“You like my outfit? It’s designer—part of Mount Lady’s recently dropped workout line.” She replies, “I thought I’d wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.”

“Oh yeah. That’s smart. Let me grab my tailor’s tape and a sticky note!” You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, “Here it is! Now we’ll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.”

“Sounds perfect.” Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. She’s obviously done this before.

As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You don’t notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of it’s racing thoughts.

“So… what were you working on?”

“Schoolwork, nothing much.” You admit, “Just some back to school safety briefings—as if most of us didn’t come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”

Momo proves you wrong, “What other projects do you have going on?”

“Oh uh… well, Power Loader’s gave us a robotics project to work on and I’ve been specializing in costumes so I’ve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. You’re the first I’ve actually been able to do hands-on work for though… That’s for this, by the way!”

“How could I refuse?” Momo asks, “Your improvements and overall design is better than what I could’ve come up with on my own.”

“I guess…”

“May I ask,” Momo says, “How did you come up with this design?”

“Mostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.” You repsponds, “Most female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but don’t have any sort of knee protection—which I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And I’d advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you… I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, no! It’s fine.” Momo replies, “I find this fascinating. Please continue!”

“Well… I’ve noticed that in a pinch that you’ll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save… materials as well as use that space for other things.” You continue with a laugh at yourself, “I don’t really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will work…”

“I convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.” Momo explains, “but I think your idea will work.”

“Let’s see.” You reply, “Well, I think that’s all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.” She tells you, “Text me anytime!”

“Oh uh, cool.” You tell her, “I will.”

She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you don’t leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.

#yandere class 1a #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere momo yaoyorozu

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horrorxweasley · 3 years

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Can you write a George x sub female reader with them starting as enemies and just very kinky

Hi lovely, of course

Warnings: Smut, Swearing! Angst, Slight bondage, spitting, spanking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Sir kink, Praise kink!, Oral (male and female receiving)

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @love-peachh @georgeweasleysbabe @girl-writer7 @rosietoesy (ASK/MESSAGE IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED)

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: George and Y/N are known round the school to absolutely HATE each other, constantly arguing, George pranking her and one time she actually slapped the red-head across the face. All this hate that they show for one another on the outside, contrasts greatly with the feelings they actually have for one another.

Masterlist

I hate you, I love you

George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Y/N L/N and George Weasley, known to hate each other more than anything on the planet. Their hatred for one another was extremely clear to all students attending Hogwarts. They constantly argued with one another, shouting at each other down the halls. Y/N was always the number one victim for George’s pranks, once she had gotten so filled with hate and anger towards the tall red-head she slapped him across the face for throwing dung-bombs at her and covering her in a green coloured slime, which took days to get out of her hair.

Today was the same as any other day for Y/N, she woke up, got dressed, and went to class. She didn’t have many friends to tell the truth, so most of her time between classes were spent in the library reading some sort of fictional book, god forbid she was ever seen with a textbook in her hands. She would never ever admit it, but she was very similar to the Weasley Twins, she didn’t care for schoolwork nor did she think she would use her academic skills in any sort of important wizarding world job. She didn’t want to be a healer, she had no interest in being a teacher, or auror or to work for the ministry. Many would say she had no where to go after Hogwarts, Y/N on the other hand had plenty ideas, she always wanted to work in one of the little shops in Diagon Alley, serving nice customers some even nice products.

She was soon cut from her daydream of her future however, by the sounds of laughter and shouting.

‘Weasleys’ she thought to herself, why was it always those two that would disturb her peace. And then, in they came, smiling goofily at one another, probably proud of some prank they just pulled on another student.

Looking back down at her book to continue reading, she didn’t even notice the one particular red-head walking up to her, his wand drawn reading to pull some sort of spell of her. Before she knew it, she was soaked in water, her shirt turning see-through and the pages in her book completely ruined.

Gasping, she looks up to see the tall twin laughing his head off. Slamming her book shut she stood up scowling at him, her face turning red with rage but also embarrassment as you could now fully see her bra underneath her shirt.

“You complete arse George Weasley, why did you feel the need to do that? Look I know you hate me and everything, but you really didn’t think this one through did you. Look at my top!”

George’s laughter dies down as he looks down at the now skin coloured transparent shirt sticking to her skin tightly. His eyes widen, she was breath taking, why was he thinking like this, why was he, George Weasley, finding her Y/N L/N attractive? He can’t stand her, yet in this moment he can think about all the things he wants to do to her, he can feel his trousers getting slightly too tight for his liking.

“You can see my bra and everything Weasley, next time you want to stupidly soak me in water, check at least to see if I'm wearing a jumper!”

And with that Y/N stormed out of the library, trying her best to cover herself with her books to draw away the eyes of horny teenagers as she made her way back to her dorm to get dressed again.

During dinner, Y/N had well calmed down from the day’s earlier events, she of course was now fully covered wearing a jumper. The events playing on repeat in her mind, well, more like the way George looked was playing in her mind.

How could he look so handsome? She had never realised before just how attractive he was before she was sitting down looking up at him, the was he towered over her even when she was standing, did something to her. Made her feel things she would never in a million years dream of feeling towards George Weasley.

George too, was replaying the events in his mind, more so how Y/N’s body looked under her soaked shirt, but still none the less he was thinking about what happened. Did he really fancy her? The more he thought about it there more he started to believe that maybe he did actually have a thing for Y/N and all these years just covered it up with the help from Fred by pranking her 24/7. He wouldn’t admit it but he did often eavesdrop on the conversations Y/N would have with other students, and he had to admit she was pretty funny, he even found out she was into some of the same stuff as him. God, why could he be so stupid, she probably hates him.

Y/N felt a pair of eyes staring at her from across the hall, when she looked up she was met with the beautiful brown eyes belonging to the Weasley she was supposed to hate. Suddenly Y/N had a huge wave of confidence, she found herself giving a small smile to George and waving her hand slightly.

George snapped out of his staring when he noticed Y/N had caught him, did she just-did she just wave at him? Before he could notice he returned the smile and wave to her.

Seeing George actually smile at her gave Y/N butterflies. She looked back down at her plate and continued eating, before heading to bed for the night.

The next day Y/N was sitting in a particularly boring lesson of Potions, she was barely listening to a word Snape was saying, mindlessly drawing on some parchment with her head resting on her hand.

She was brought back to paying attention to her surroundings however when she seen something pass by her head and land on her desk. A piece of parchment crumpled up into a ball. Putting her quill down she picked up the parchment and opened it to reveal a letter scribbled on the inside.

Y/N

Meet me outside the Room of Requirement after dinner tonight :)

G x

Y/N smiled down at the letter, looking across the classroom to see George Weasley, pretending to do work, before looking right at her winking as he went back to “doing his work”. Chuckling slightly biting her lip, Y/N turned back around wondering what it was George wanted to see her about.

Her mind however, pushed all positive thoughts to the side, filling her mind with dread and fear. What if all of this was just an act and that what he really wanted to do was embarrass her with a humiliating prank, just like he always did. She forced herself to look on the bright side however, a small amount of hope that he really felt the same way about her that she felt about him.

Dinner finally arrived after what felt like forever, neither Y/N nor George was able to focus in any of their classes, their minds focussed on the excitement and also a tad bit of dread as to what was to come later that night.

George barely ate anything, he wasn’t even listening to what Fred or Lee were talking about as he swiped his food round his plate, his chin resting in his hand, deep in thought.

Y/N was the same, she barely ate either, although she didn’t have anyone to ignore so she too continued to be deep in thought playing with her food.

The clocks ticked forward and the corridors slowly emptied as dinner came to an end. Y/N made her way out of the great hall, and walked through the corridors to the point where it was said the Room of Requirements was hidden. She couldn’t see any sign of George so she decided to wait.

Soon enough she turned to see the familiar red-head walking towards her.

“So, what is it you wanted to see me about”

“I’ll explain once we’re inside”

Big wooden doors started to appear on the brick wall covering most of the stone that was once sitting in front of them.

George grabbed Y/N’s hand an led her inside to a room with a double four poster bed sitting against a wall. The room even had a fireplace. Did the Room of Requirements always look like this on the inside? was it just a spare dorm for students to get peace and quiet in? Her thoughts were interrupted by George clearing his throat.

“So, uh, I don’t really know how to say this but um. Look I know it seems that I hate you or something, because I always prank you and annoy you. Truth is though”

Y/N felt her heart beat quicken before he spoke again.

“I’ve uh, always liked...you, as in...I like, like you” he admits looking down, rubbing his neck nervously.

Y/N could feel butterflies in her stomach, an instant smile appearing on her lips. She steps closer to the nervous boy, taking his hand in hers.

“I like you too, George. I don’t know why I was so mean to you for years, I reckon I was just trying to hide the fact that I actually liked you”

George looks into her eyes, not sure if what was happening at that very moment was real or not.

“Can I kiss you?”

Y/N nods her head, biting her bottom lip.

George slowly leans in, their lips only millimetres apart, both their eyes flutter closed as the gap between them closes, their lips meeting in a soft, loving his. Their lips more in sync as the kiss becomes more heated and desperate. They break away for air, looking deeply into each others eyes. Y/N can see that Georges eyes have darkened with lust as she leans back in capturing his lips with hers, this time running her tongue across his bottom lip, asking for access. George parts his lips granting her access to explore his mouth with her tongue, them battling for dominance.

Y/N wraps her arms round George’s neck, pulling him down closer, deepening the kiss. Moaning slightly into his mouth as his hands slip under her shirt caressing her bare skin. Y/N moves her hips into his, grinding on him, feeling his dick harden, causing a tent to form in his trousers. George’s hands make there way down to her ass, grabbing it harshly.

“Jump” he growls onto her mouth.

Y/N does as she’s told, wrapping her legs round his waist continuing to kiss him hungrily as he carries her towards the bed laying her down, hovering above her. Y/N hands working on the buttons of his shirt pulling it off his shoulders, he doing the same to her. Licking his lips George dives down attacking Y/N’s neck with open mouthed kisses. Y/N moans at the sucking sensation, scratching his back slightly, George however, groans at the sensation of her nails digging into his skin. Looking up, directly into her eyes again.

“Fuck Y/N look so pretty” he smirks kissing her again.

His fingers wrap round her skirt pulling it off of her, he bites his lip at the sight of her. Her bra and panties are black lace, she looked absolutely stunning.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer Weasley”

George looks up at her, his expression changing, his eyes darker.

“Don’t be cheeky to me darling, only good girls get treated nicely” he growls

This however, turns Y/N on even more, she decides to test the waters.

“Oh yeah? and what if I am a bad girl”

“Then you’ll need to be punished” he says ripping her panties and bra off of her in two quick motions.

George sits down on the side of the bed.

“You going to keep being a bad girl?” He asks, Y/N rolls her eyes.

“That’s it, over my lap darling”

Y/N doesn’t move, chewing on her bottom lip, rubbing her thighs together to get some relief.

“Now” George yells, making Y/N jump, hurriedly lying over his lap.

“I think you deserve 15 spanks for being so cheeky, don’t you?”

All Y/N could do was nod her head, she was so incredibly turned on she couldn’t even form proper sentences. She would never have guessed that George Weasley would have been into this sort of thing.

“I want you to count with me, and thank me after each slap like a good girl” he says rubbing her ass preparing her for her punishment.

SLAP “One, thank you sir”

SLAP “Two, thank you sir”

SLAP “Three, thank you sir”

This went on until the total amount of hits to Y/N’s now raw bum, was 15. After he had finished George leaned down pressing a kiss to each now irritated cheek.

“Good girl, were so polite taking your punishment so well”

George helped Y/N sit on his lap, straddling him, before pulling her down to a sloppy kiss, Y/N ground down on his crotch, a low groan coming from George’s throat.

“Please can I make you feel good sir?”

“Of course darling, get on your knees for me”

Y/N obliged, not wanting anymore spanks she decides to follow George’s orders from now on. She watches drunkenly as George unbuckles his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock springing free, hitting his stomach, her eyes widen at the size of him, she could feel that George was big, but not that big. The sight made her mouth water.

George took his cock in his hand, stroking it a couple times.

“Go on then darling, make me feel good, show me what that pretty little mouth can do”

Without hesitation Y/N took George’s member into her hand, lightly stroking it as she kitten licked his tip before taking him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks, bobbing her head up and down, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck” George moaned, his head falling backwards in pleasure, as he looked down at the sight of Y/N’s lips wrapped round him turned him on even more. He grabbed a bunch of her hair creating a make shift pony tail, guiding her down his dick at a pace which he deemed fit.

Y/N looked up at George as she sucked faster, moaning around his cock at the sight of his face, his mouth hanging open in pleasure as the vibrations of her moan edged him closer and closer to release.

“Fuck darling, I'm gonna cum, and you’re going to swallow each and every last drop of it”

Within a minute George came down Y/N’s throat with a loud moan, her managing to swallow all of his cum, gagging slightly as the tip of his dick his the back of her throat.

George pulled Y/N off of his dick, grabbing her chin forcing her to look up at him.

“Open” he said, Y/N instantly opening her mouth showing him that she had swallowed all of his cum. George smirked before spitting directly onto her tongue.

“Good girl, now swallow”

Y/N done as she was told, the feeling of his saliva going down her throat, causing her to become even more wet. Her cunt now throbbing for some form of release.

“Think it’s only fair if I return the favour darling, after all, you were such a good girl taking all of me down your throat. Get on the bed and lie back”

Y/N crawled onto the bed, lying on her back as she was told to. George moved so he was on top of her looking down at her, before he began to trail kisses down her body, leaving marks as he went. Stopping just before her heat, moving to suck and kiss her inner thighs. Y/N squirmed in anticipation, wanting George to kiss her where she needed most.

Finally she felt George lick a stripe up her folds, moaning and bucking her hips into his face. His strong hand however, holding her down.

“ah ah ah, darling, stay still for me”

He went back down, kitten licking her clit, sucking on it ever so gently, Y/N becoming a moaning mess beneath him, her hand moving to his hair, pulling on it causing George to moan onto her, the vibrations going straight to her core.

George’s tongue began to move swiftly in and out of her entrance as his thumb drew circles on her clit. The sound of Y/N’s moan making George hard again, he removed his tongue from her, replacing it with two of his fingers, moving them in and out slowly as he focussed his mouth on her bundle of nerves. The sensation of George’s fingers curling up inside her, hitting her g-stop each time, causing her to become closer to her release, moaning loudly as she felt pressure build up in her stomach.

George could feel her walls clenching round his fingers.

“You gonna cum darling? I can feel you clenching round me, go on, cum all over my fingers darling, be a good girl, taking my fingers so well”

He goes back to sucking her clit, sending Y/N over the edge with pleasure, she almost screams as she releases all over his fingers. George removing them to slurp up all of her juices. Making his way up to kiss her deeply, Y/N can taste her own release on his tongue, turning her on even more.

“You ready for my cock now darling?”

“yes sir, please, need your cock, need it so bad”

“alright darling, you’ll get it, but first, need to tie you up, can’t touch me while I fuck you darling, I'll only let you if I feel you’ve been good enough to deserve it, is that clear?”

“yes”

“yes, what?”

“yes sir, I'll be good”

“alright then”

George pulls out some rope from the drawer sitting next to the bed, grabbing Y/N’s wrists and tying them together, before tying them to the bed above her head. Y/N pulls against the ropes but George slaps her thigh causing her to stop.

“thought you said you were going to be good”

“sorry sir, couldn’t help it, won't do it again, promise”

“okay, I believe you, but one more wrong move and you won’t get to touch me at all, got it?”

“yes sir, I understand”

“good girl”

George lines himself up to her entrance, sliding his dick through her folds gathering up her juices as lube, before slowly pushing inside her with a moan. Y/N can feel herself being stretched open, George filling her to the brim.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking tight”

“mmmm fuck George, so big, can feel you stretching me out”

“yeah?” he groans as he pulls out slightly before thrusting back inside her. He picks up his pace slightly, both of them moaning with each thrust. George slams into her harder causing Y/N to moan out louder, he presses his hand on her stomach, pushing down slightly making sure she can feel all of him.

“So tight I can see myself destroying you” he smirks thrusting faster and harder.

“P-please George, n-need to touch you-u, please been a good girl”

“yes you have darling, been taking my cock so well”

He reaches up, untying the ropes around her wrists. Y/N instantly wrapping her arms round George’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply, their tongues fighting against each other, them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Y/N’s head falls back against the pillow, her nails scratching as George’s back.

“F-fu-uck” she moans, feeling herself become closer and closer to her release.

George can feel her clenching round his cock, making him twitch inside her.

“You close darling? me too, cum together, yeah”

His thrusts become sloppier as he reaches his release

“Come on, darling, cum with me, cum all over my cock as I fill you up”

Y/N releases all over him with a loud moan as George too, fills her up with his cum, moaning into the crook of her neck, biting down on her sweet spot, before pulling out of her lying down beside her.

Both panting trying to catch their breath.

“That, has to be, the best sex I have ever had” George says between pants.

“Me too, I never would have guessed you’d be that kinky though” she giggles

“Yeah, I'm full of surprises, darling” he chuckles wrapping his arms round her waist, kissing her shoulder.

“M’sorry for pulling all those pranks on you over the years”

“And I'm sorry for slapping you across the face, although, you got your revenge tonight, my ass still hurts” Y/N laughs

“Yeah, sorry bout that”

“Don’t be, it was hot”

George continues to place soft, gently kisses along Y/N’s collar bone, she can feel her eyes become heavy.

“Y/N?”

“yeah?”

“I should have asked this before, but, will you be my girlfriend?”

Y/N turns so she is looking at George, before smiling.

“Of course I will George”

She kisses him softly and passionately, before they both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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weebswrites · 3 years

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Hello! You probably have a lot of requests right now so I apologize for adding on to it.

Would it be possible to request the brothers (+Solomon) comforting an MC that’s just super stressed with school and just life?

Recently, school for me has been..to say the least, mentally exhausting and there are just countless nights of crying or pulling all nighters cause I’m so behind (2nd quarter cause I started school rather late, it’s complicated). I’m so sorry for ranting about this. But yeah could I just request it to be super fluffy? If you end up writing this, thank you so much! Stay safe <3

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Comforting a Stressed MC

Lucifer

• He wasn’t sure how to comfort you when you first arrived in the devildom, but after a few weeks spending time together he picked up your comfort activities and items

• So when he heard you crying in your room late one night, a night he knew was the night before a big exam you’d been studying like crazy for, he knew what to do

• He went to the kitchen and grabbed a comfort snack and your favorite drink, stopping by his room to get a blanket that smelled like him before gently opening the door to your room

• You sniffled and wiped your face, turning to see who it was

• “Lucifer, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up”

• “You didn’t, my love. Here” he wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and placed the kitchen Items on your desk, close enough for you to reach them but far enough if you couldn’t eat then you wouldn’t feel forced. He then walked to your bed and grabbed your favorite stuffed animal, placing it in your lap and kissing the top of your head

• “What can I do to help” his voice was soft, and the two of you spent the night cuddled in bed, sitting against the wall as he quizzed you on facts until you both fell asleep (he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss your exam, don’t worry)

Mammon

• Gift-giving love language, despite his constant urge to sell your things

• So whenever you’re stressed over schoolwork, he picks up an extra shift at Hell’s Kitchen (secretly) and brings you a coffee / your energy drink of choice and a little trinket he saw that made him think of you

• Your desk has accumulated quite a pile of these little gifts, and when you look up at them it fills you with a familiar warmth that only his affection can give you

• He has the best timing with these too, whenever you feel yourself getting overly frustrated you hear a knock at your door or see your D.D.D. screen light up with a text from him

• He also gives incredible shoulder massages? You had no idea, but when you’re hunched over one night and feel his hands straighten your back and start kneading the sore muscles in your neck you swear your soul left your body

Leviathan

• He’s a great listener and will let you vent to him any time, anywhere

• He doesn't sleep much anyway, so when you text one night that you’re coming over because you need to blow off steam he likes the message and prepares a blanket and stuffed animal for you to squeeze

• Bonus: he got a stuffed animal just for you to take your anger out on, a little bit so you wouldn’t squeeze one of his Ruri-chans, but also because he loves you

• He greets you with a hug, every time. Nights that you were especially fed up you’d collapse in his arms, crying or yelling or anything to just get the frustration out

• He holds you close and once you get it all out he whispers words of affirmation in your ear, always knowing exactly what to say to comfort you

Satan

• If anyone knows how to relax, it’s Satan

• So whenever you need to cool down you head to your favorite brother’s room (or the library. usually the library.) to seek refuge from your work

• The two of you are like soulmates, so whenever he sees you he can instantly tell how you’re feeling and what you need

• And no matter what it was, a hug or space to just be alone or literally anything, this man will get it for you

• He helps you study a lot too, the two of you worked well together so having him quiz you or help you come up with ways to remember things always made you feel more confident about what you were learning

Asmodeus

• Will draw you a warm bath whenever you’re too overworked, filling it with soap of your favorite scent and lighting a few candles for around the tub

• He gives you space if you need it, but if you want to keep studying from the comfort of the bath he’ll help you

• Unless he notices that you’re too overwhelmed and working yourself past exhaustion. Then, he bans you from studying while you’re together (which he promises won’t be long, but he always makes sure it’s long enough for you to rest)

• Pulls out all the stops to make you feel the comfort you need and deserve, even giving you a gentle scalp massage as you fight off falling asleep in the tub

Beelzebub

• Food is the way to his heart, but he understands that isn’t the same for everyone

• So he takes time to learn about what things make you happy, what things to avoid, and more

• When you drag yourself to his room late at night, exhausted from studying late and crawl under the covers with him, he knows what will help you

• He kisses the back of your head while pulling your body softly against his, and hums one of your favorite songs from the human world until you’re asleep

• You wake up the next day together, and he treats you to whatever you want for breakfast, making sure you eat enough to fuel your body for the day

Belphegor

• Knows the power of a nap better than anyone

• So when your head is falling over your textbook, he doesn’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you to bed

• “Belphie! No, I need to study. I’m good I promise” you reassure him, but the yawn that follows instantly negates everything you’d said

• “Sure, MC. Then for me, let’s nap together. It’ll be so nice” he lays you in bed and cuddles you, “all warm and comfy in bed, how can you not love this” but you can’t even respond because you’re already asleep

Diavolo

• mfer would just excuse you from the class /hj

• But if he couldn’t, he’d take you to his office and pamper you with anything you wanted

• Or if you just wanted to collapse in his bed and sleep for more hours than he thought was possible for a human to sleep, he’d absolutely let you

• Anything at all for his favorite human

Barbatos

• Knows how to comfort Diavolo, but when it comes to humans at first he doesn’t know what to do

• So you tell him what you need when you’re drained, and he remembers

• You knock on his door late one night, mid-yawn as he opens the door

• He wraps your tired body in a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer, and pulls up your comfort show. He turns on your favorite episode and snuggles next to you on the couch

• “Let me know if you need anything, MC. I’m here”

• “Thank you, Barbatos”

Solomon

• Like Levi, he’s an amazing listener. So whenever you need him to be there, he’s listening actively and making sure you know your frustrations are heard

• But he’s also good with distracting you from your studies, so sometimes you take a break to watch a movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for a while, or get lunch somewhere

• You get to pick, unless you want him to, and no matter what you do he makes sure you completely forget about the books waiting for you back home

• Lets you sleep in his room whenever you want, and most exam weeks you basically move into his room. It’s a win win situation, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you’re giving your body what it needs, and you get a home away from home to study in (and the company of your favorite human)

Simeon

• When you need a break from your studies, Simeon will read you a bit from whatever writing he’s working on

• His voice is possibly the most comforting thing in the world to you, and hearing him tell stories he’s written just for you gives you a sense of comfort that could cure anything

• If not that, then the two of you hop in bed and turn on whatever you want to watch to take your mind off your studies

• But your favorite thing to do was to tackle him into bed and cuddle, tangled together and just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t school

Luke

• You bake something together or go to the park, or anything really

• As long as it’s fun and lighthearted, and with Luke, you know he’ll bring a smile to your face and help you forget about your stress for a bit

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A/N: Thank you for sending this in anon, and dw abt ranting <3 If you ever need to get it all out feel free to send me a message or anon ask and I’ll just delete it or whatever you’d prefer. I’ve been super drained recently as well so writing this was really therapeutic :’) I hope you’re having a good day so far and that this helps you feel better

Also sorry if some of these were shorter than others, I too am struggling with burnout

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