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neesieiumz · 2 years ago

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basorexia: chapter 2; a devotion

professor!Shouta Aizawa x teaching assistant!reader x professor!Keigo Takami

series warnings: 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary: Living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

Chapter summary: you meet up with your cousin for lunch, a glimpse into your study group, a faculty meeting, and a night that ends in bliss... or does it really?

Chapter warnings: smut. 18+ soft/service-dom!aizawa. cunnilingus. praise kink.

wc: 4.2k

The restaurant was a hole-in-the-wall type of place, a small restaurant/pub that’s been passed down from generation to generation. Rumi, who most people know as Miruko, took you here when you first arrived in the city, all the way back during the beginning of your undergrad. Your mothers were sisters and the two of you basically grew up to be sisters, which was why when you got into Yuuei University, it was an easy decision to move in with her. While you pursue a career in neuroscience, she had a tenacity for exercise, making her up as a celebrity personal trainer, helping the top within the entertainment industry. She was constantly traveling, so even though you moved in with her you would barely see your cousin which was what made this lunch even more special to you.

Opening the door, you waved over to the bartender on duty, an older man who’s been here since before you arrived in the city. You glanced around the room seeing the familiar long platinum-white hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Rumi was looking down at her phone before she noticed you approaching. She smiled, standing up and walking to meet you halfway, She wrapped her arms around you, with you doing the same, enveloping you in a tight hug. She smelled of blackberries and soft vanilla. The two of you let go of each other, before settling into your respective seats. You took your jacket off, placing it on the empty chair beside it along with your bag. Immediately a server walked over to you, placing straws down and asking about drinks. Rumi ordered a Shirly Temple and you ordered a simple Sprite.

“So, how long are you back in town till the next celebrity?” You asked her after seeing what you want, placing the laminated folder down.

Miruko sighed, leaning back into her chair, “I’m taking a month off, I’ve been running ragged going up and down the country these past five months.”

You raised an eyebrow, “wow, last time you took a break, you only took a week off. Is there something else going on?”

She shook her head, pressing a hand towards her temple, “nah, just looking out for myself before i have a mental breakdown.”

You nodded your head, but before you could say anything, the server came back with your drinks. You thanked them before they asked if you were ordered. You ordered one of their spicy chicken sandwiches, your usual when you came here with loaded fries. Miruko ordered a big ass burger, also with loaded fries as well. The server smiled, before walking away to put your orders in. Once they were gone, you looked back towards your cousin, concern etched around in your eyes.

“Is everything okay, Miruko?”

She nodded her head, “I’ll be cool, just overdue for a well needed break, You know how I can overwork myself.”

She suddenly slammed her hands on the table, the bereaved look on her face disappearing, “enough about me! How about you? Anything new? Anyone new?” She wiggled her eyebrows on the last part, making you roll your eyes.

“Nothing new going on in my life,” you fibbed, glancing around, “just been going to class, being a teaching assistant, nothing new.”

Miruko didn’t accept that, leaning in closer to you, eyebrows curling up.

“Come on, you can tell me,” she nudged you, full on smirking at this point.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile still showed up, “there’s no one new, but if there is, you’ll be the first to know.”

She didn't believe you, judging by the way she looked at you but she dropped it, instead changing the conversation to your work during school. Your food soon arrived, the plates still steaming hot from the stove and oven. The two of you indulged into the food, conversation easily flowing between the two of you. You spent up to two hours there with your cousin, reminiscing on the old times when you two were growing up together.

The time went past the two of you, and you both had separate appointments to get to. Your cousin didn't want you to take the bus, so she dropped you off on campus. You had a study group to get to, with other people in your class in the library. You said bye to your cousin before heading off, seeing her luxury car speed away. You headed inside the library, walking past the receptionist at the counter towards the elevator. The study/project group was with some other people in your class, who were in the same master program as you as well.It was only five of you, including yourself.

Walking down the hall, you turned a couple of corners to get to the study room, the same one you had been using all year as well. You opened the door, smiling at the rest of the groups who seemed to have gotten started without you. You placed your things down before wrapping your arms around the person beside you, who immediately hugged you back.

“Oof, I’m glad you could actually make it, that teaching assistant job of yours as you are so busy!” One of your peers and someone who you could call a friend, Akira.

You shook your head, “sorry guys, things have been really hectic, but I’m finding a balance!”

Another one of the group, Takamori, who most just call Mori, shook his head, “don’t sweat it. Despite not showing up for a couple of weeks, you still get more work done than good ole Zenko over here!”

Mori slapped Zenko on his neck, who hissed and yelled a “hey!”, rubbing at the sore spot. You shared glances with Akira, before rolling your eyes at the same time.

You sat down in your seat, glancing over at the last person in the group, Hikari, who kept mostly to themselves. They looked up from their computer, seeing you and giving you a wave. You waved back, with a smile before looking up at the tv which was hooked to Hikari’s computer, containing your currency 35 slide PowerPoint. You took your jacket off, putting it on your chair before grabbing your laptop and iPad out of your bag. The air soon settled amongst you all, getting into a working mode to hopefully finish the rest of the representation. It wasn't due for another three weeks but you all would rather not have to worry about your hectic schedules.

Time passed once again as conversation flowed, a rhythm you all found while working together. You only had the room for two and a half hours, which gave you thirty minutes before the faulty meeting you were required to go to.

You said goodbye to everyone, giving hugs and kisses to Akira and making plans to hang out next weekend should your world allow it. You split ways, with you headed right back to the swanky new science building. You entered the building, going up the long stairs and turning away from the main lobbies to the hallway where the huge conference rooms were. The meeting consists of all the sciences faculty, including teaching assistants. Aizawa was the only teacher teaching Anatomy so he was expected to be here. You were his lone teaching assistant, you couldn't help but smile at that, this meeting was also required for you to be here.

Arriving at the conference room, you waved to some of the other professors, taking your seat in the furthest corner in the back of the room. Towards the front, you could see that familiar mess of dark hair, sitting alongside a blond man with long hair. The two of them were speaking, whatever it was you couldn't hear. You immediately pulled out your phone, and scrolled through your phone, looking through Twitter as the rest of the science professors filed into the conference room. Once all the professors filed into the room, the head of the science department, a very sweet lady by the name of Kayama, began to speak, flicking through the PowerPoint, focusing on the details of this semester and next semester.

Jumping, you felt a pinch at your backside, turning around only to be staring into golden-brown eyes. Hawks winked at you and you gave him a small smile and wave before turning around and continuing to pay attention to the meeting. Professor Kayama continued on with her presentation, with other professors chiming in as well. You kept quiet, taking notes on things you needed to do for the rest of the semester and what was to come next semester.

“We’ll also be introducing a new grading system next term, and we want to prepare you all for it!”

You took bullet points on everything you saw, listening to all the different questions other members were having. The meeting took well into the night, considering that today was Friday and they would like to intrude on people’s quality time with their families or loved ones.

Soon the meeting ended, and you walked out of the building, heading down the street to the nearest bus stop. As you walked down the street, a cold breath blowing right in front of you, a car slowly came to a stop right beside you. The horn caught your attention, turning toward the car only to find Shouta parked right beside you. Blinking, you took a few steps towards him, leaning into the rolled-down window.

“Can I help you sir?” you asked him, sticking your head into the window.

The car was dark, dark leather, the dashboard and everything dark matching the seats. It was decently clean, save for a few things in the back seat but that was probably things from the job. You looked back at him, cocking your head to the side a bit. Aizawa glanced over one time, before jerking his head to the side, motioning for you to get in the car. You stepped back a bit, opened the side door, and slid inside the car. You threw your bag into the back seat, buckling up before Shouta zoomed off into the night, probably towards his house. Relaxing into the chair, rolling your neck, releasing all the tension.

“How was lunch with your cousin?” He asked you, taking a left.

“It was really good, I hadn’t seen her in so long despite me living in her house,” you said, a soft smile appearing on your face.

He huffed, “hope she doesn’t mind me taking you away for the night then.”

You laughed at that, “stealing me away for the night? Should I be scared?”

You looked towards him as he huffed out a laugh, “yes, you most definitely should be scared.”

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face as you reached in the back for your phone, pulling it out of your tote bag. Unlocking it, you pull up your messages with Mirko.

Spending the night at a friend’s place, be back tomorrow.

M: I knew it. Just a “friend” huh?!

You rolled your eyes once again, placing your phone in your lap and looking straight ahead. The two of you soon arrived at his home, a small three-bedroom home out in the suburbs of the city, away from all the bright lights. He pulled up into the driveway, using the garage remote attached to the sun visor of the car. Shouta pulled up into the garage, immediately closing it after he did. Then you got out, with you grabbing your bag from the back seat. You entered his home through the garage door, following right behind him. The garage door entered an area right beside the kitchen and the stairs to the second floor of the house. You placed your bag on the counter right side of the door, to the left, slipping off your shoes as you did. Shouta put his things on the island of his kitchen.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been in his house, so you knew most of where everything was. You followed the tall man into the kitchen, seeing him pull out different ingredients from the kitchen. You came up right beside him, seeing all the different ingredients being pulled out.

“Help me out here,” is all he said before you went into gear.

The two of you entered into a flow, with you working with the cold ingredients while he focused on actually cooking. It was quiet between the two of you but a very warm silence, as the two of you worked. The idea was a red pasta with pan-fried chicken. Cooking together was probably the second-most intimate act between the two of you, other than sleeping together. You smiled to yourself, seeing his hand place a wet towel down as you grabbed an onion to chop up.

As he finished cooking, you prepared the dining table which was also in the kitchen. You grabbed the re-corked bottle of white wine and placed it on the table, along with two of his wine glasses. Using the tool, you pulled the cork out. As you sat, pouring the wine into the glasses, Shouta began walking over, holding two plates in his hand. He placed one in front of you while taking the other one in the space right beside you. Thanking him, the two of you soon began eating.

Soon after dinner, you grabbed the plates, taking them over to the sink. Shouta went to the bathroom as you began to clean up, washing up the glasses as well. Focusing on the items in the sink, you didn’t notice the footsteps coming up behind you until you could feel hands suddenly wrap around your waist. Gasping, you were suddenly turned around, facing Shouta who pressed you against the sink. His hands sunk down, grabbing you underneath your thighs and pushing you up, so he could wrap your legs around his own waist. Giggling, you reached behind you, turning off the water tap before placing your arms up around his neck and shoulders. Nails weaving into his hair, pushing his head down towards your own.

He pressed you against the sink counter, lips roughly pressed your own. Your grip on his hair was harsh. You whispered a ‘fuck’ as he let go of your lips. His hands went from your waist, grabbing the bunched-up fabric of your dress, slowly peeling it up. Shouta tasted of wine and tomato sauce, you probably tasted the same. Lifting your arms up, you allowed him to take the rest of your dress off, leaving you in only your thong. He threw the fabric in some obscure corner, hands coming right up to your breasts. Your hands left his hair, going down to his black shirt. As you began to lift his own shirt up, he started to leave kisses all along your neck. He moved his hands, allowing you to get his shirt off before slowly throwing it somewhere. He attached himself back to you, his mouth moving to your titties.

Gasping, your nails dug into his back as he sucked away at your nipple, his other hand squeezing and holding the other one. You choked on your own spit, intensity overwhelming at a rapid pace. His touch and actions were familiar yet had you going senseless every time. God, you’ve never met a man like Shouta Aizawa, you doubt you ever find someone that makes you feel intense passion. From the moment you met, till now, your life has been a set trajectory with his every touch leading the way.

“Shouta,” gasping, hands basically ripping down his back.

You could feel him smirk against you, taking in every detail of you. He soon let go of your breasts, leaving a wet kiss along your stomach to your abdomen, and soon reached in between your thighs. His hands slid down your things, slowly sliding the pink velvet thin cloth off your body. As it pooled on the floor, he kneeled right over, face right there in between your thighs. His hot shaky breath caused sent trembles up your body through your spine. Moving his hands to your inner thighs, he separated them placing his tongue right on your clit.

You screamed, hearing yourself echo through the otherwise silent kitchen. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering up the onslaught of moans that were coming about. Almost immediately his hand left your thigh, flying up to your covered hand moving it from your mouth before diving in deeper.

Backing arching, you shook against the counter from his actions. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking away endlessly. Bracing yourself, you could feel the cold of the metal sink as he pushed back against you. The way he commanded your body, in just a few months you two knew each other. The way he paid attention to every gasp and shiver, the way you moved within his hold.

“So good, oh my god,” the last word extended as you could feel him sink two fingers into your wet, glistening heat.

He kept going on and on, your rash movements and thrashes unmoving to him. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and you can feel him smirk against you. Shouta took pride in the way he manipulated your body, and that moment was one of many that confirmed that. As Shouta continued, you could feel your lower abdomen begin to shake, your legs shaking with it. That titillating, familiar beginning to rise and rise quickly. Shouta kept his pace steady, inserting an extra finger inside of you as well.

Holding yourself was too strenuous, your head and shoulders falling into one side of the sink. You screamed at him that you were almost there, that you were gonna come soon. Your hands could no longer reach over to him, the limbs falling right by your side.

With a final moan, back arching once again, you reached your peak, everything crashing all at once.

Gasping heavily, you lifted your head up as Shouta stepped away from you for a moment. He gave you a single moment to reprieve, before picking up your body with ease. Immediately you latched yourself around him. In between the time he pressed me against the counter to now, he had lost his sweatpants. Legs wrapping around his waist, you pressed your lips against his own, indulging in your taste. As you kissed him, his one hand held you up as the other lost the boxers he was wearing. He pushed you up, angling your body well. Gasping as you felt that familiar pressure, throwing your head back as he pressed himself into you. Letting go of the kiss, you pressed your cheek against his shoulder as he lowered down further and further.

“So, so soo big, fuck,” panting, tongue out and drolling as he stretched you out, filling you to the brim.

His deep raspy chuckles rattled your body, his mouth right near your ears, “just a little more, angel.”

You could let out shaky moans, nodding your head whilst laying it down on his shoulder. With one last thrust, he was all the way in. With little to no remorse, start lifting your body up and down with an intoxicating speed. You braced yourself within his hold, curling within his touch as he continued to hold you up and move within you. Your eyes were drooping, overwhelmed by his movements, your ears, and your mind buzzing with white noise.

“Keep your eyes open, baby, look at me.”

Gasping, pulling yourself out of the trance, you moved your head to be able to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah that’s it, keep your eyes right on me.”

Your body was sticky with sweat, the atmosphere was heated all around you, and you could barely breathe as he rocked you. You tried your best, your hardest to keep your eyes right on him. The grunts resonated in your ears as he picked up his pace, continuing to reach deep within you. He was dangerously close to your cervix, pressing just closer enough for it to hurt just right.

“Shouta,” you convulsed in his hold, body twitching with euphoria.

He says nothing as he continued to fuck you, finding his fast pace and sticking to it. Gasping as he leaned in close to you, placing wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder. The sudden closeness caused him to penetrate deeper inside you.

“‘s too deep, fuck so deep Shouta,” you cursed, head thrown back.

Your body began to quiver and shake, choked sobs making their way up from your throat. You were close, so painfully close. His movements and thrusts forced your back to arch, curling more and more into the impending climax.

“Gonna come, fuckfuckfuckfuck gonna come.”

He smirked, continuing his brutal thrusts, with no intention to let you up.

“Go on, cum for me baby.”

With those words, a final single cry erupted out of your lips, you writhed in his hold, pussy dripping all over him, dripping right onto the floor. Heaving, letting out a heavy gasp, your body went slack, all muscles within your body unresponsive. SHouta'’s grunts became louder and rougher, his thrust becoming erratic. However, you could barely even process anything that happened after you came, his hands being the only thing that's holding your body up.

With a final thrust, Shouta came deep within you, not even bothering to pull out like other times before. It was silent except for his heavy breathing and your slight pants. You were floating, your mind, it was out of this world, like many times before. You could feel your body moving, him slowly pulling you off of him, the sullen feeling with the sudden emptiness. You could feel all that was happening all around you. Shouta carried you within his arms, moving you around to carry you around like a bride. He left your pile of clothes in the kitchen as he walked up and out the kitchen, up the stairs to his bedroom. Doors opened and creaked as he stepped in, sudden light flooding your closed eyes.

He took a few steps, before kneeling down slightly and reaching for something, resting you against his thigh. A rush of water, his bathtub, you could slowly deduce within your state. He waited for a moment, for the water to be a bit sallow and warm enough before slowly placing you inside. As the water fills, the heat brings your mind back to earth a bit, boring your eyes to look up at your lover. You gave him a weak smile, pulling your hand out of the water to feel for his face. His scruffy beard and the familiar scratchiness brought a weak smile to your face as you pulled him down, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

As you let him go, he gave you his own soft smile, before getting up, and going over to the small basket of body care he leaves near the bathtub. He grabbed it, walked back over to you, and placed it right near the tub before getting in himself, lifting you up before sitting down and placing you right on his lap. Together, the two of you cleaned each other up, rinsing off the sin of the previous activities.

As soon as you were clean, you were more grounded, following after him to the two towels he laid out for you. The two of you dried off, you get dressed in one of his thin t-shirts, and him getting into another pair of sweatpants before guiding you out of the bathroom. You climbed into his bed, with him following in right after you. The two of you got under the covers, snuggling right near each, his arm right on top of your whole body. Taking a deep breath, you smiled, easily falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

You woke up with a gasp, the sudden feeling of pressure within your bladder, and no, not the good kind either. Grimacing, you pushed away Shouta’s arm, holding your stomach as you pushed yourself off the bed. He was an extremely heavy sleeper, not waking up as you walked around the bed, and towards the bathroom. Glancing to your left, you noticed a familiar bag sitting against the wall near his nightstand. Smiling to yourself, he must have gotten up and gotten it as you were asleep. Then you were reminded of the impending danger that was coming. Quickly, you grabbed your phone out of the tote bag before heading right inside the bathroom.

Scrolling through Twitter as you did your business, cleaning up and washing your hands. You were about to head back outside when you noticed two email notifications come in at the same time to your phone, one addressed to your personal and your school. You ignored the personal one, you could see that one tomorrow, but you checked the school one, making sure it was that one professor that constantly got back to you at odd hours of the night.

Your heart stopped. Blood went as cold as a snake.

Your ears began to fill with white noise, and your heart raced faster and faster as you scrolled through what you were seeing. Tears were welling right in your eyes,

On your phone screen, were pictures of you and Shouta, not only from today but from days, even a date night he surprised you with a month ago in a whole new city during a school break.

At the end of the email, was the only words within this world-shattering email,

I know your secret Angel… ;-) <3

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ryuichirou · 2 months ago

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Some replies! One about drawing, another one about Ortho, and then some other TWST ones.

Anonymous asked:

Hello Ryu! I hope you and Katsu are doing well. I wanted to ask you: how do you manage to post daily? what motivates you? I just admire how you manage to post quality content every day, I enjoy everything so much! and another question: how do you fight hand pain? I do draw daily, but I end up with hand/wrist cramps and it's worrying me, what would you recommend? Amazing art as always!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for your kind words.

I actually talked about our motivation and the ungodly amount of sketches (lol) that I produce here! But in short, I’ve always loved drawing, and I spend the majority of my time drawing. Not everything that we post daily is new stuff: we have a big backlog of sketches, and Katsu helps me to manage it. Since I can focus on drawing and Katsu takes care of posting, it’s actually feels easier.

As for the second question, the most important main thing is PLEASE don’t overwork your hand! The moment you feel wrist cramps, take a break immediately, or if the pain is too much, better stop for the day, even if you really want to continue :( I am lucky to have pretty good stamina when it comes to this, but this is also partially because I stop immediately if I start to feel tired, plus never draw after my lengthy timeslot dedicated to drawing is over.

Here are a couple of more things that could possibly help:

Pay attention to the way you move your arm when you draw. Prioritise moving your elbow and using your entire arm instead of just moving your hand and wrist. Also try not to squeeze your pen too much, as it tends to make muscles tenser, at least in my experience.

Take short breaks every once in a while to stretch and do exercises for your wrist. These work nicely, but I also love to just… not do anything with my hand at all for like 5 minutes, to let muscles relax a bit.

If your muscles are tense after drawing, warming them up also makes it feel better. I just hold my wrist under warm water lol But there are better ways to do it.

Oh, and check if you do something else with your hand that might also put pressure on it during the day. If you use PC, for example, and sit in front of a desk, then your elbow should be on its surface (the reason for that is in my first point of this list), otherwise you strain your wrist muscles with that position. This is just an example, but it might help to find other reasons why your hand can be tired even before you start drawing. If not, that’s also fine! Drawing is hard enough to do that kind of damage on its own.

If nothing helps and you still feel cramps, you should of course talk to your doctor about it. Maybe they’ll have better advice than I do. Please be very careful with your hand, these muscles are not the ones that should feel slightly sore after a workout unlike a bunch of others, this strain (and pain) can do irreversible damage to your hand and should not be treated lightly. It’s better to take frequent breaks and draw later than to lose the ability to draw (and do other everyday things along with it) at all.

Take care of yourself, Anon <3

Anonymous asked:

wow a whole shroudcest ask post!!! kissing each of the askers consensual and platonically on the mouth, i love that y'all in this fandom. also agree, Ortho should use his beams as a treat when not allowed to join mature content that has first years, it makes me really sad for him!! Epel is super small and he gets to join????? sometimes he's even ''aged up'' (and stays short and small, i see that) lmao like what, Ortho can't be aged up too? the double standards are staggering

sometimes i assume he's just hard to draw, it's fair when mecha and armor are difficult for some people and i often see those two in won't draw lists in commissions, but also?? you don't have to draw when writing?? at least in writing, he should show up more, i'm doing my part at least in the orthoreader and orthooc tags on ao3. his crotch being bare is a feature, not a flaw.

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I am so happy and shocked that so many people wrote such long and lovely messages!! Everyone GETS IT…

Yeah, Epel also gets to join all the time, but somehow Ortho isn’t! This absolutely isn’t fair lol He would be super pissed about it.

I agree with you though that it is related to his design. Of course, the majority of people who complain about Ortho don’t even attempt to draw him as they aren’t artists, but I think a lot of aspects of his appearance are somewhat… “off-putting” to them? It feels like it’s a very strong word, but: his height, his “heels”, the waist and crotch parts of his gear, plus he isn’t very manly and ikemen-like, instead his appeal is that he is a cutie and sometimes a “kusogaki” type. This is why some people just don’t like him at all, and some people don’t like him and cover it up by saying “awww nooo he is just a baby, look at him, he is a kid right?”

I am happy you’re providing people with written Ortho-related content, Anon 💪 He would be so proud and grateful!

Anonymous asked:

Your chibi lillia just looks so adorable, he looks so chewable

Hehehe thank youuu!! Please chew on his chibi cheeks.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Have you seen the new design that was announced? (Trying to keep it vague in case people don't know which character it is, I don't want to ruin the surprise lol) From an artist point of view, what do you think? I was kind of disappointed by it… I'm not sure if it's Yana's design or not, her characters have so much personality but this one looks just… so generic? Love his suit, the glasses are a great touch to represent this character's eyes (orlackthereof) but everything else feels so uninspired in my opinion. I know this is the pretty anime boy villain game but this one is just too much of a pretty anime boy and I hate this fluffy pretty anime boy hair...

I have! And I will spoil it so please don’t read my reply if you don’t want to know who it is lol

To be completely honest, I am not sure what to think yet; I kind of want to see the full design and also to see him in action. He does feel very different from Rollo and Fellow&Gidel, and maybe this is one of the reasons why he might feel underwhelming: those guys have very colourful designs and a lot of accessories, plus somewhat clearer silhouette (Rollo’s hat is iconic, Fellow also has a hat and fox ears, and that makes them very distinct right away), and the new guy… it’s hard to tell yet, but I think it’s kind of difficult to make a skeleton design work on the same level both in terms of his monochrome colour scheme and the fact that he is, in fact, a skeleton-like creature.

I know there are a lot of jokes about Gojo that people make (I am one of those people), and I think that some people aren’t as excited for the new guy because of that (the feeling that we’ve seen him around a lot already, because young!Gojo was everywhere very recently). But I do agree with you: the glasses are indeed a very good touch and a very smart addition design-wise.

I am also personally excited to see Undertaker vibes from him, but that’s personal lol

So yeah, I’m not sure for now. I really want to see more of him before making proper judgment. I absolutely see your point though. I think if he turns out to be a fun character, his design elements will also become fun and enjoyable, just in a different way.

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microwave-core · 2 years ago

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Weeping Athena

Eri x Fem! Reader

You want to get stronger. Eri is the paragon of strength and is far too kind to turn away anyone that comes looking for help.

You were originally weary when the members of Team Star returned to the academy, as were most students. You understand that they were the victims of bullying and were just trying to make their situation better, banding together for a better chance at fighting back but… Some of them were really intimidating.

In particular, Eri scared you. She was massive and built like a truck. She could pick you up and snap you in half if she really wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little scared of her upon seeing her for the first time? But even if she scared you, you at least made an effort to be kind to her given, well, everything.

It’s funny, in retrospect, given that she is easily one of, if not, the sweetest, most gentle people you’ve ever met.

Originally, you had approached her, quite some time ago at this point, because, despite being a little put off by her outward appearance and physical strength, you wanted to get stronger. And according to every rumor you’d heard, she was the one responsible for training every member in Team Star.

You desperately attempted to keep yourself together, afraid to come off as rude, but you quickly found that you had no reason to be scared of her. That meant the only thing you had to worry about was how attractive she was.

Taller than six foot, muscular as hell, incredibly kind, and the odd combination of wrestler and princess in her outfit? How were you expected to not be into her?

Honestly, it’s kind of unfortunate that she’s so sweet. When you asked her for help, she instantly accepted, and that means you had to see her consistently, which, on one hand, was great because you were into her, but on the other hand it sucked because you had to keep it under wraps.

And now here you are. Stuck exercising every other day with the girl you were really into while desperately trying to conceal that fact.

“Hey! Are you doing alright?” Eri, ever so sweet, had stopped in her tracks and turned to you. After running a few laps (something she considered to be a warmup), you flopped onto the ground to take a breather. Of course, while you were stuck catching your breath, she continued to run.

Obviously, you took the opportunity to watch her run, admiring her form from across the field. It’s nothing new, you do this every time you work out together, but normally you avert your eyes before she gets too close, unwilling to get caught.

Unfortunately this time, you were in too much of a daze to notice her getting close.

“Oh! Um, yeah. I’m fine. Just a little, uh, winded still.” Real smooth. “Oh, I was going to get some weights ready but if you aren’t feeling too well, we can take a break!”

“Weights? Yeah, let's get some weights! Actually, why don’t you sit here and I’ll get everything set up for us?” “But I thought you were still out of it-” “Don’t worry, I’ve got it!”

You weren’t lying, you were still a little out of breath, but you couldn't bear to sit in her presence after getting caught staring.

Even though it was your legs that were overworked, getting weights out was proving to be a challenge. Mainly because Eri uses stupid strong dumbbells. It’s incredible that she could lift them effortlessly one-handed while you could barely carry one using both.

“Here, I’ve got it.” Holy shit when did Eri sneak up on you? If she hadn’t already taken the dumbbell out of your hands, it would have toppled to the floor, if not your foot. Your face now feels unnaturally hot.

“Hey… are you sure you’re alright? We can stop if you want.” The way she cares about your own health makes your heart throb painfully. If only she knew the kinds of things she did to you��

“N-No! I’m alright-” Before you can even get your half-assed excuse, she’s placed the back of her hand against your forehead. “You're burning up! You should have told me before! I don’t want you to push yourself like this!”

“Hey, hey! It’s fine, I’m fine, honest. I’m just a little worked up from running, that’s all!” If she wasn’t so dense, you’d be so screwed. “Heh, you’d think that after all this time I would have more stamina, huh? Kind of pathetic of me-”

“That’s not true at all!” Eri’s sudden outburst almost knocks you off your feet. In an instant, she grabbed your hands with her own, staring you dead in the eyes.

“You’ve come out here just about everyday because you want to improve yourself for the better. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’ve improved much yet, because you’re trying!” She was so genuine it hurt.

“Besides, I think you’ve improved so much! It might be hard for you to see but I can see it well!” Tears seem to form in her now glassy eyes. “So don’t… don’t say such terrible things about yourself, please…”

“Eri, I…” You what? What could you say at this moment? Should you embrace her, wipe away the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, apologize, or all of the above? The answer should be obvious, but your brain is completely scrambled. Every thought completely fizzles out.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t just stand here and listen to someone I love put herself down. I care too much about you to let you say those things.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to say-” Eri cuts herself off. For a moment, it seems like she is going to pull away. You want to pull her back in, keep her close. Maybe pull her down by her tie. Let her feel the heart drumming in your chest. Thankfully, you don’t have to make that decision, as she decides to pull you into a full embrace, wrapping you in her strong arms.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out this way, but… I really do love you. Seeing you out here makes me so happy. The fact that you asked me to help you makes my heart jump, but I’m always worried that I push you too hard.”

“You’ve never pushed me past my limits! I come out here to work with you because I know you would never let anything like that happen to me. You're always so kind to me, Eri, so sweet… Whenever you express concern for me, I… my heart can’t help but race!”

“Wait so you-” You can’t see her face, but you can hear the smile in her voice. “Yes, I like you too, you dork!”

“Oh! You make me so happy!” Suddenly, you are swept off your feet, as she lifts you high into the air and spins you around. You wished you could see her whole face in this moment, but the glassiness remaining in her eyes, so overjoyed that you returned her feelings, tells you everything you need to know.

Eventually, your feet hit solid ground as she holds you impossibly close, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. You never expected that the girl of your dreams would care so much about you, and you especially didn’t expect that girl to let it slip and hold you so close when you were both somewhat covered in sweat, but you wouldn’t trade this moment, or Eri, for the entire world.

#pokemon x reader #eri x reader #fem reader #don't think too much about the title #eri my beloved

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fallingsatellive · 2 years ago

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This is that essay I mentioned in the tags on the semiverbal post yesterday: An extended metaphor to explain my struggles with speaking as a verbal autistic person. If you’re allistic, I know it’s long but please open this and read it because it’s something you should understand-- autistic people cannot easily be sorted into fully nonverbal and hyperverbal, no matter how a million infographics make it seem. Maybe also open this and read it if you’re autistic and consider yourself “fully verbal” because it might make you realize something.

Most people can run, right? Most people are capable of running. You might run out of the building when you’re late for work and then walk the rest of the way. You might even run all the way to work and you’d be pretty spent but you could manage it. But you wouldn’t run everywhere. You would get tired pretty quickly, you’d hurt your body, and soon you wouldn’t even be able to walk anywhere.

Speaking is like running for me. Walking is like writing or typing. I could run to work every day but it wouldn’t take even a week for me to be so drained and hurting that I couldn’t even walk. That is to say, using words at all, typing, writing, would all become very difficult. I would have to drive next time I wanted to go somewhere (that’s like, say, using an AAC app), but there are problems with that; it’s expensive, not as safe, and you have to learn how to do it first. And let’s pretend I can’t afford gas prices right now, let alone a car, and that I don’t know how to drive yet. For the hell of it let’s also say that I worry about my safety on the road, which is mostly threatened by other people.

So I try to conserve energy for walking. That’s why I sometimes avoid social situations that require speaking. Not because I’m depressed or anxious or shy. Just because I’ve spent the past week running everywhere.

Sometimes, also, the terrain makes it very difficult to run. For me an example is Zoom calls. I can do my best running up a hill so steep for so long but by the end I’m gonna be too tired to walk home, so it’s in my best interest to quit early. Different terrains are more difficult or less for different people. For some people it’s oral presentations. That’s not difficult terrain for me, but it is like a marathon, which you can’t do without getting some rest afterwards. And sometimes, you know, you get an injury that prevents you from running or even walking. I remember times when I’ve been surprised with difficult conversations that made it very hard to write, or when I overworked myself, or dissociated, or there were fireworks outside, you get the idea. But “injuries” are just temporary.

And, y’know, sometimes walking is fun. I like to go for walks by the lake and get some exercise. I like to write poetry and short stories. In fact it’s kind of my aspiring profession. So I would rather not run everywhere, because I don’t want to be too tired for a nice walk. I would rather use text-to-speech or sign language when it’s possible because I don’t want to be too spent to write important papers or my poetry.

But like. Now imagine that everyone around you runs everywhere, all the time. Or that everyone in your life is an Olympic sprinter and/or regular ultramarathon runner. They can’t understand how on Earth you get tired after running for only an hour! That’s unthinkable. Because running doesn’t require any energy for them. It’s as if, they can just glide along and they don’t even have to think about what muscles they’re using and their brain doesn’t have to manually move their legs. Mine does-- it’s not automatic for me, it’s a conscious effort. I cannot turn on autopilot for speaking, it is stuck on manual. And the way I run and how I run so slowly and I can’t keep up, that’s weird and unnecessary to them too.

But when I ask very politely if maybe I can walk somewhere, they don’t want to have to wait for me, and I can run, so I should have to. Then of course, they get frustrated that I don’t run the correct way. Wouldn’t you start to quietly wish you’d just break your leg so you wouldn’t have to run at all? I used to be ecstatic when I got sick enough to lose my voice and people were ok with me writing to communicate, and I wished it would happen more often. I’d get jealous of people who got surgery on their throat -- I genuinely had no idea why they were upset that they weren’t allowed to talk for several days. It seemed like a dream scenario to me. I didn’t know speaking didn’t require effort for them. I even wondered briefly if I had BIID because I wished I couldn’t talk at all.

I know that all sounds ridiculous but that’s legitimately what it’s like. I can speak, so there is never any reason whatsoever I should be allowed to use text-to-speech or sign language when I don’t “have” to, and the people in my life who know I can “run a marathon” when I have to will never allot me any sympathy or lenience.

#I have had this written out for a LONG time #not even in my drafts‚ in a google doc #I was that nervous to post it #but that post inspired me #autism #disability #mental

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straykidsnerd255 · 2 years ago

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Hi I Was Wondering If You're Still Doing Match-Ups?

If So I Would Like A Match-Up, If That Is Alright? (Saint Seiya: Lost Canvas)

☺️ I'm A Virgo, ISFJ ~

Long black hair, light brown skin, deep brown eyes, 162cm (so quite short), birthmark above my lips.

I'm Often Described As Quiet, A Bit Timid, Noble, Loyal, Honest, Responsible And A Little Sensitive. (I Used To Be Bullied Which Is Why I'm A Little Sensitive) Also Can Get A Little Anxious & Stressed If I Overwork Myself.

I Like To Read, Learn Languages(Right Now Learning m: Chinese & Japanese), also write, take walks and sing though I am a bit shy about my singing voice, also trying to stay fit. 🙈

Anonymous asked:

• Hi It’s The Person Who Just Asked For A Matchup I Forgot To Add That I Am A Female And That I Could Request The Matchup With Either ( A Golden Saint Or Bronze Saint) ~ Sorry For The Inconvenience 😭

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Don't worry about it and here you go! I hope that you enjoy it and sorry that it came out late, and I apologize if it's short as well!!

I match you with El-Cid!

He may also be quiet but he is very observant. He loves to hear you speak in different languages. It amazes him that you are so patient to even learn a new language. When you had told him about how you had been bullied, he was pissed. He refused to let you go anywhere if he wasn’t there with you. When someone gave you a weird look or went to say something extremely rude to you, El-Cid would be right there next to you and staring down at the person. “What did you say to her?” His aura was quite intimidating if you didn’t know him.

He can sense when you are overworked. He knew that you grow anxious and stressed when you overwork yourself so he decided to just cuddle with you and watch your favorite movie. He talked with Athena and was able to get two days that he could spend with you to help you relax. He’s a cuddle bug and you can’t tell me otherwise. When he was training with the newer bronze saints, he noticed that you were doing your best to exercise and decided that he would exercise with you.

“You don’t have to do this.” You said, as you were working on sit-ups. El-Cid smiled at you softly while he held your feet down. “I like to help my girl out.” He whispered. This man loves to do hair and you can’t tell me he doesn’t. He has you sitting on a chair as he brushes out your hair and begins to braid it. He’s so gentle with you that you feel like you are gonna fall asleep with how gentle he is. El-Cid has caught you a couple of times singing and has been in love with your voice since then. You tell him that you are actually quite shy about your singing voice but he smiles and tells you that your voice is absolutely adorable.

On lazy days, the two of you just sit back and do whatever you like to do. For a little bit, you lean up against his chest reading a book while he has his eyes closed but after a while, you gently tap his shoulder and ask him if he would like to go on a walk with you. He agrees and the two of you go outside to go for a little walk. You were holding his hand while he has a lazy smile on his lips. He loves everything about you and will tell the whole world how much he loves you.

#Match-up #Saint Seiya lost canvas #fluff #Anon #cute #El-Cid #Capricorn El-Cid #enjoy #requested

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brandnewnyla · 16 days ago

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Taking A Break!

Ambiance: Breathe by Maverick City ft. Jonathan McReynolds

Written: circa 2020

Y’all, I struggle with resting well. Anybody with me? Even as I type this, I can hear my friend Caitlyn’s words ringing in my ear. “Nyla, we were built for 24 hours on rest ever week. A day of nothing.” I have to talk myself into rest. I stand in the bathroom mirror and say affirmations like, “I am a vessel for the transformational power of the word of God when I exercise regularly, REST EFFICIENTLY, and eat well.” and “I show gratitude for the fullest extent of the activity of my limbs by strengthening my body through consistent exercise, RESTING when necessary.” Biblical reminders like Leviticus 19:30, Jeremiah 17:20-25 and Matthew 11:28-30 often convict my heart, imploring me to rest, respecting God’s provision of solace for His children.

It has to be bigger than my preference for me to heed the need for efficient rest. I must be reminded that regularly regimented, effectually efficient, plotted pauses bring me closer to who God has created me to be. Why? Rest shows God that I’m not solely reliant on my works to bring forth His promises for my life and, if I’m honest, I lose sight of that sometimes. I forget that the world’s “grind or die” mentality counters God’s best for His children. We are His children and rest is His gift to us. Did you know that? I have to be honest in saying that I often forget sometimes that rest and peace are included in the promise that He died to ensure we access and experience.

I have missed the mark in trusting that when I rest, it is best. That weight of exhaustion is heavy. We will miss what God is doing if we don’t take time to stop, take inventory, recalibrate toward purpose, and then begin again. If I am burnt out and overworked, I’m just not as effective in the assignment that is supposed to be drawing me more toward the ultimate goal, which is being a beacon of light toward Heaven for those around me. I’m not reflecting the design of the covenant that is given to us through Jesus if I’m not resting well. Sheesh! That just got me all the way together while typing it.

Let’s take inventory together! Are there moments where you felt the need to rest and pushed through anyway? Why? Did you feel the pressure of your occupational superior to get it done? Was it the pride that you knew you’d feel once you finished? Could you have worked smarter and not harder in that moment? Would the outcome have been better had you rested when necessary and came back to it?

Let’s commit to resting well together. Maybe we should schedule rest like we do every other activity. Would that help you to put it in the calendar? Do you need 10 minute meditation periods throughout the day or wide pockets of rest at the end of the day? Do you need a full rest day of just you and God time? Exercising my “no” has helped me too. Do you overcommit and regret it sometimes? Been there! Pray over your schedule this week and ask God to illuminate some things that can be eliminated or even just rearranged to ensure that you are maximizing divinely crafted rest.

It’s bigger than a nap here and there. We need to know that real respite is a radical expression of reliance because it is opposite of the norm. Cultural rhythms of nonstop performance and production directly conflict with how we are supposed to limit labor for maximum kingdom usage. We are called to function differently. Our unhurried stride toward success must include space for standing still and, in the stillness, God does His best work.

“Now then, stand still and see this great thing the Lord is about to do before your eyes!

1 Samuel 12:16 NIV

#rest #takeabreak #christian #jesus #rhythm #rhythms #conflict #slowdown

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art-of-manliness · 5 months ago

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I Started Taking a Walk Every Morning. Here’s What Happened to My Health

Since March, I’ve been waking up earlier. Before that time, I’d typically go to bed at 11 p.m. and naturally wake up between 7:00 and 7:30 a.m. Then, for some reason, regardless of what time I went to bed, I started spontaneously waking up between 5:30 and 6 a.m. Consequently, I moved my bedtime earlier, too. I’m not sure why the shift happened; maybe it’s my circadian rhythm changing in middle age. When I first started waking up early, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I mostly read and took care of admin work before the rest of the family woke up. But then at the start of May, I decided to take a two-mile walk right after I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn. Why? I don’t know. It was something to do mostly. Also, I knew I needed to walk more. I’ve got a pretty dang sedentary job as a blogger/podcaster. I’m on my butt reading, writing, and answering emails for hours every day. I’ve had plenty of guests on the podcast who talked about the research on just how bad being sedentary is for your health — even if you make time for regular, strenuous exercise every day like I have for over 15 years. An hour of dedicated exercise each day can’t make up for sitting on your butt for the rest of your waking hours. So, I figured I’d use my newfound time in the morning to move more and get my steps in. I had zero expectations or specific health goals when I started the daily walking habit. But I could soon tell from both personal observation and the fitness trackers I use (the Oura ring and the Apple Watch) that it was creating some positive changes in my health. Here’s what happened after doing a month of my morning walk routine: My daily steps increased.My daughter Scout likes to check my Apple Watch stats each night when I tuck her in. >Back in March, she looked at my daily steps and saw that they were consistently in the 4k to 5k range. “Dad, you really don’t move much during the day,” she’d observe. “You’re kind of a lump. Convicted! Ever since I’ve started walking every morning, I usually get 12k to 15k steps a day. Much better. The boost hasn’t come from my morning walk alone; that habit has also had the unintended benefit of getting me moving more in general. I’ll intermittently take 10-minute walking breaks during the day just because I like how it feels to walk. I also get the Scout vote of approval each night when she looks at my watch. Winning! My resting heart rate dropped.Resting heart rate has been shown to be a good indicator of overall fitness and cardiovascular health. A lower resting heart rate means your heart is working more efficiently. Higher resting heart rates have been associated with cardiovascular disease. A normal resting heart rate for adults is between 60 and 100. Well-trained athletes have a resting heart rate closer to 40. Before I started walking in the morning, my resting heart rate was usually between 60 and 55. Not terrible. But after a month of daily walking, my resting heart rate started hovering around 45 — closer to elite athlete level. And I got there just by leisurely walking for 35 minutes every morning. My heart rate variability increased.Heart rate variability (HRV) is the variation in time intervals between consecutive heartbeats, reflecting the autonomic nervous system’s regulation of the heart. You actually want a lot of variation in your heart rate. High HRV indicates a healthy balance between the sympathetic (fight or flight) and parasympathetic (rest and digest) systems. Individuals with a high HRV are less stressed and more resilient physically and emotionally. You’re able to perform better physically and mentally when your HRV is high. Low HRV indicates that your body is under stress due to factors like fatigue, dehydration, overwork, or illness. Physical exercise, like walking, lowers your HRV by enhancing the parasympathetic (rest and digest) activity of your nervous system. Physical activity also helps your body manage overall stress levels and improves blood flow, two factors that contribute to a lower HRV as… http://dlvr.it/T8Y5rN

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miajolensdevotion · 2 years ago

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Serving with the Strength God Supplies | Saturday SOULfood

Happy Saturday, Mia melanie.

Today I invited Samantha Decker to share three biblical truths for when your spiritual life lacks energy. I especially love number three! -Sarah Koontz

With sagging shoulders and tired eyes, I watched as my kids literally ran circles around the backyard.

They weren’t playing a game or intentionally exercising; they were just...running.

The thing is, my kids run everywhere, all the time.

Multiple times a day, I find myself thinking, "I wish I had their energy!"

On the other hand, I'm wiped if I have something scheduled in both the morning and the afternoon.

Everyday tasks like folding a basket of laundry or unloading the dishwasher used to feel easy, doable, and quick, but now feel daunting and exhausting.

Motherhood has changed even the smallest of chores.

Chores are no longer just chores; they are tasks with interruptions and "helpers" and questions and complaints.

Not only has motherhood affected chores, but in many ways, it’s affected my intentional time with the Lord.

I often feel like I lack energy in my spiritual life, too.

My quiet time is lethargic, my disciple-making is slow, and my evangelism is sluggish.

Recently as I sat down to soak up a short, fleeting, quiet moment in my house, the Lord was so good to remind me of exactly whose energy and power fuels my ability to fulfill my calling: His.

In Colossians 1:28-29 NIV, Paul writes, "He is the one we proclaim, admonishing and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present everyone fully mature in Christ. To this end I strenuously contend with all the energy Christ so powerfully works in me."

Paul knew how big our mission of "admonishing and teaching everyone" is. But, Paul also knew that we can’t and shouldn’t serve "everyone" in our own strength.

God supplies the power, energy, and strength necessary for His work.

But how are we supposed to toil with His energy when we have to make dinner, respond to emails, clean the bathroom (is anyone else potty training?), and make it to baseball practice on time?

Here are three biblical principles to help you serve with the strength and energy God supplies:

Keep an Eternal Mindset (2 Cor 4:17-18)

An eternal mindset is this: thinking, implementing, and dwelling on the commands of Christ above the demands of this world.

It’s so easy to get caught up in our day-to-day life that we forget it’s all temporary. Hours, days, and seasons come and go, but tasks like discipling our children, sharing the Gospel with our neighbors, and serving the local church will last.

Once we recognize and live in this truth, we can depend more fully on the Lord’s strength and energy. He has called us, and He will equip us for the eternal work at hand.

Know and Use Your Gifts (1 Pet 4:10)

As believers filled with the Spirit, we’ve each been given spiritual gifts and a role to fulfill. It’s only when we each do our part the work is accomplished. Knowing our gifts grants us the freedom to fulfill our calling.

We don’t have to do it all! As a wise woman I know says, "stay in your lane." Or in other words, use the gifts you’ve been given and allow others to do the same.

This type of obedience is not only pleasing to the Lord, but it also prevents us from becoming overworked and stretched too thin.

Rest in the Lord (Gen 2:1)

Yes, we have work to do. But, if the Creator rested, shouldn’t we? It’s no question as to why we lack energy when we refuse to stop working, overextend ourselves, and never slow down.

Maybe this doesn’t mean we complete everything on our to-do lists with absolutely nothing left to do, but instead, we work for an allotted time with the energy God supplies. Then we stop and refresh, recognizing that our best efforts bring glory to God.

Working with an end in mind helps us to depend on the Lord’s strength. Resting acknowledges the Lord’s sovereignty and ability to work even when we are not.

If you’re feeling sluggish in your spiritual walk and could use some renewed energy, take some time today to remember just Who the source of your energy is.

We may not run everywhere like our kids, but with the Spirit’s strength, we do have the energy we need to complete the mission at hand.

"Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfecter of our faith…" - Hebrews 12:1b-2a HCSB

- Samantha Decker

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jiyi-jiyi · 3 years ago

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Brothers when they see Mammon holding a slipper

Lucifer

He immediately puts down his pen, he goes to change into his pyjamas and prepare for bed.

He is not risking his life for paperwork.

Has the most experience with Mammon’s slipper because of how he overworks himself.

Mammon with a slipper means two things, either he’s there to hit Lucifer for overworking or he’s looking for one of the younger brothers.

The amount of power Mammon has when he throws the slipper is overall terrifying.

Lucifer says that he’s not scared of Mammon but if he ever saw his younger brothers running, he’s running with them.

“What do you want- oh, would you look at the time, it’s time to go to bed!”

It’s out of character but who wouldn’t be afraid?

Leviathan

RUN.

HE IS RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE.

HE DOES NOT CARE IF HE HAS DONE SOMETHING WRONG, HE IS RUNNING

The second person to have the most experience with Mammon’s slipper.

Got hit before for not sleeping and staying up late playing games

Got hit for a lot of things.

It’s scary because Mammon never misses

No matter how fast Levi runs, the slipper will always hit his head

“Mam- oh no. OH NO. AHHHH-”

Satan

Favourite child number 2

Never got hit by the slipper but has come close.

Was once walking down for dinner and a slipper came flying past him. When he saw how the slipper got stuck in the wall, he swore to never make Mammon that angry.

Has seen Lucifer running away so that’s pretty funny until Mammon looked at him and asked him in the most terrifying voice on where Lucifer was.

Ratted out Lucifer many times

“Lucifer is at the attic, Levi is in the common room.”

Asmodeus

Has been hit before but not as much as Lucifer or Levi.

Got hit for going home late

Got hit for bringing too many people home

Runs with Levi when he sees Mammon with a slipper.

It’s very scary.

Mammon never misses and his shots are always fast and dangerous.

Could kill someone.

When Mammon holds his slipper it’s like Raphael with his spear.

Could they be twins?

Was once sneaking someone home when a slipper came flying past and destroying a vase. Swore to ask for permission after that.

“Mammon…hey…I got lost in time and- NOPE NEVERMIND IM RUNNING.”

Beelzebub

Favourite child number 3. (Luke is the first)

Never got hit but same as Satan, almost got hit.

Usually hides either Levi, Asmo or Belphie. Sometimes all three.

Casually watches Levi get chased while eating.

Has watched Asmodeus get chased while eating.

Hid Belphie

Has watched Lucifer running away from Mammon before.

Sometimes it’s like a comedy show but at home, live.

Was eating when a slipped came crashing at the table. “Where is Levi?”

Beel was forced to snitch on Levi. But can you blame him?

Mammon was basically those math questions with speed.

“Hi Mammon. I…have no idea where Belphie is…I’m sorry.”

Belphegor

Got hit the least. But he still got hit.

Got hit when he overslept for a brothers day out.

Got hit by accident too (poor dude, he just wanted to sleep)

Basically gets hit whenever he overslept for any important events.

Usually Lucifer or Levi picks him up and runs. Sometimes Beel also run with them, for exercise.

Pretends to sleep when Mammon has a slipper in his hand but still gets hit.

Geez, who gave Mammon such good aim?

Was sniped by Mammon when he was sleeping on the rooftop.

Usually is asleep when Levi gets chased, unless he’s involved.

Hides behind Beel most of the time and gets away with it. Why? Beel has a favourite brother pass.

“I don’t like the favouritism you display.”

“I thought the youngest is usually favoured?”

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raynnawrites · 2 years ago

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Slight Changes

Synopsis: When your husband starts to act different and hide his body, naturally, you worry.

You and Erik’s shared Los Angeles home was your temple. The home you dreamt of constantly, a place where you could express your love and appreciate each other with no one to criticize or ruin your love for each other.

The home you paid off as soon as you could, the home that had been witness to your individual growth, as well as your marriage. You and Erik had been together for almost 10 years, having known each other since high school. You knew each other almost perfectly. Key word… Almost.

Your beloved home would bear witness once more to one more phase.

For the past month, your husband had become a stranger. Hiding himself from you. Erik had shown some signs about being self conscious about his body. What could have possibly given it away? His constant urge to hide his stomach behind cushions, wearing oversized clothing, barely letting you see him shirtless or in shorts, not using the pool he insisted on building.

The man had always been proud of his body, loving himself and taking care of it. He had always loved his body. He would always be shirtless or wearing wife beaters, even walking around in only boxers. Erik would sleep shirtless, eat shirtless, almost walk around naked around your home. This was completely new to you. He would barely let you touch him.

Hugs would be short, kisses were now quick pecks and hand holding had almost come to a halt. Naturally, as his wife, you worried. What could he possibly be hiding? Was something wrong? Was he in pain? Did he need something specific? Were you even right about him being self conscious about his body? Maybe this could be a new phase for him?

All of these questions, and whenever you tried to ask, as gently as you could, he would quickly shut everything down.

“Girl, no. It’s just… I don’t feel like bein’ shirtless.”

Erik would always say. And you, wanting to respect his body and wishes, stopped everything and changed the subject entirely. But a new observation had been made by you that had triggered your worry once more.

He would barely eat. His food portions were too small, his water intake was too high, his exercises too long and brutal for him. Every time he finished at the built-in gym and returned to your master bathroom, you saw how red his face was, how sweaty and exhausted he would be.

He would overwork himself.

Erik had always been athletic and had an absurdly high stamina. But he would never get this close to almost passing out. You wanted to figure out what could be wrong with your husband. You walked into the living room and saw him as he sat now.

Man spreading with a cushion over his stomach and on his phone. Wearing an oversized shirt and baggy jeans.

“Erik, baby… we need to talk.” You began softly, walking over to the sofa and sitting at a small distance. Far enough where he felt comfortable, but close enough to still be able to properly look at him. “What?” He asked you, seeing you take a deep breath and exhale. Trying your best to not seem angry or upset, you gathered your thoughts.

“Okay, Erik,” you began, “I’m worried about you.”

Your husband scoffed and offered a small smile, “why?”, he questioned.

“You’ve been distant. We barely hold hands, you don’t hug me anymore and you don’t kiss me. Whenever I wanna love you, you push me away and I would really like to know why.” You replied, seeing his eyes soften up.

“Another thing, more important than this.”

Erik’s eyes locked on yours, paying close attention.

“I’ve noticed that in the past few weeks you’ve been overwhelming yourself. With workouts, you aren’t eatin’ right, you come back from the gym exhausted and dizzy, about to pass out… I wanna know what’s goin’ on. I wanna help you. Let me help you.” You continued as Erik sighed and stood, having you follow him into your bedroom.

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. I’m fine. I’m just workin’ out, as usual.” Erik replied as he went to the edge of your bed.

You scoffed. “No, not as usual. Erik, you’re wearing oversized clothes, you don’t walk around shirtless, you barely touch me when we sleep and you’re always covering your stomach.” You pointed out as Erik’s face hardened. Shame and embarrassment became evident over his features.

“Erik, is something wrong? Did someone do something to you? Are you goin’ thru some shit that I just don’t know about?” You asked, sitting next to him and going to grab his hand, only to have him snatch it away from you.

Erik stayed quiet. But you noticed tears welling up. His lip quivered as he took deep, frustrated breaths.

“If I tell you, you gon’ be disgusted with me. You gon’ make fun of me.” He told you, standing and wiping away his tears, rubbing his eyes. Standing and following him, you kept your distance.

Your face contorted into confusion, surprise and even more worry. What could he possibly have to say or show?

“Erik, you know me. We’ve been married for almost 4 years, do you really think I would be that big of a bitch to make fun of you? Yeah I tease, but that’s it. Just like you tease me.” You asked him, seeing him turn to face you, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He quietly and softly took his shirt off. Instead of his “usual” body, he revealed a softer one, less muscular and toned.

His abs were replaced with a small amount of soft plump, his chest wasn’t flat, now rounder and not as chiseled, his v-line was gone and his arms were thicker, as well as his legs. His thighs were meatier. Erik dropped his head in shame and went to cover himself as you quickly grabbed his hand.

“Erik, what am I supposed to see here?” You asked him, seeing his eyes lock with yours.

“What do you mean?!” He barked, throwing his clothes across the room. You jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Look at me, Y/N! I’m fat! I’m fucking disgustin’, I look like a fucking pig!” Erik cried, wiping his cheeks roughly.

“I don’t know how the fuck this shit happened, I’ve been tryna lose the weight and I can’t! This shit just won’t go away! I can’t run without feelin’ some jiggle, I can’t even walk up the stairs without getting outta breath! I hate it! Every time I look in the mirror I see the piece of shit I turned into!” Erik continued to cry.

“I don’t know why this happened. I tried to lose weight normally, but it wouldn’t work! I’ve had to stop eatin’ and started drinkin’ a fuck ton of water because nothing works! Every damn day I go downstairs and sit on the sofa, just to look at any remedy to lose weight! This shit’s never happened to me before. Never!”

Erik kept crying in shame until he dropped to his knees. It broke your heart to see such a strong man crumble before you. Softly and slowly walking to your husband, you knelt down in front of him.

“Erik, look at me… please.” You cooed softly, cupping his face, which you noticed was the slightest bit rounder.

“You are in no way disgusting or ugly. You are not a pig! This can happen to anyone! You are human and we change all the damn time. But starvin’ yourself and almost killing yourself just so you can be skinny again ain’t it!” You told him, gently wiping away his tears.

“Listen to me Erik. If you really want to, we can get professional help. A dietitian to help us with your weight loss or even a personal trainer. There is no shame in that, whatsoever. Or you can stay like this.” You continued, seeing him calming down.

“I will always love you no matter what. You’re my husband I’mma be by your side no matter what. Unless it’s harmin’ yourself! Baby, let’s get some help. A good dietitian, a good workout plan and slowly makin’ progress.”

Erik seemed to calm down completely and held your hands. He removed them from his face to give you sad and frustrated eyes.

“I miss my body, Y/N. I know there ain’t nothin’ wrong with extra pounds but I miss my body… it’s like… I don’t recognize me anymore…” he told you, standing up. You stood along with him and stayed close.

“Then if you’re up for it, I’mma book us an appointment with a dietitian- a good dietitian and get help. But you didn’t need to hide yourself from me like that. As for the world, fuck them.”

Erik sighed and hung his head in shame.

“I just thought you wouldn’t want me. I’ve always had abs and shit. Suddenly having my body change made me think you would change too.” He explained.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around your husband in a much needed embrace. You felt his arms wrap around you and squeeze. You squeezed just as hard, or tried to, having missed physical affection from your husband.

Erik looked down at you and placed his lips on your own, quickly deepening it. The kiss was passionate, full of love and affection. Arms wrapped around each other and not a care in the world.

Parting the kiss, you looked into his softened eyes and smiled.

“You know, I kinda like you like this too. Before you were all hard and stiff, now you’re all soft and plump… this shit’s amazing!” You laughed, getting to touch all of his body.

Your hands traveled to his chest and stomach, softly rubbing the new extra skin and went back up to his face. You noticed his cheeks rounded up too. Your bright smile never ceased.

“I really do like this new body of yours. I got a new seat for whenever I sit and ride that sexy ass face.”

Erik burst into laughter. Hearing his laugh after his sobs and rough past month was refreshing and much needed. You missed his laugh.

“Shit, girl. But for real… let’s go look for help. But yo’ ass is gon’ be at every damn appointment. Don’t you dare leave me alone.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

Smiling, you nodded and hugged your man again, “obviously. In and out of the office. I don’t want bitches with skinny men wanting to touch you. This body mine.”

Erik smirked. “Shit, Y/N… I can’t walk up a flight of stairs but I can still fuck yo’ lil’ ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Really? Let’s see if it’s true,” you smirked, kissing him as deeply as you could. Your hands traveled his whole back and slowly made their way over to his ass. You gasped and stopped the kiss.

“Boy, turn around.”

“What? Why?” He asked you, thinking the worst. Thinking you changed your mind.

“You got more ass than me! What the fuck? Look at all this ass! Erik, holy shit!” You laughed, smacking and touching his cheeks.

Erik could only blush and laugh.

“Damn, I’mma miss this body. I know I said I love you no matter what, but I’mma miss this jiggle!” You smiled as you touched all of him.

Your husband only grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. He kissed you once more and held you close to him.

“Thanks, Y/N… I think I might not lose the weight after all… I mean, yeah I gotta get new clothes and shit but… it ain’t that bad if it gets you to touch me like that.” He told you, watching your smile grow.

“I stand by you. There’s a really good boutique on Instagram where I can order clothes for you! I just gotta figure out your size.” You replied, feeling another kiss be pressed on your cheek.

“Thank you, babygirl. Thank you for lovin’ me.” He almost whispered as you kept rubbing him down. “Of course. I’ll always love you. Especially when I’mma sleep even better. Ya’ chest is my new pillow.”

“I might have to lose weight then.” Erik said as you gasped and looked at him in disbelief and anger.

He laughed, “I’m just playin’. I’mma have to learn how to love myself like this now. But you gon’ be with me every step right?”

Nodding, you picked up the thrown clothes, got under the covers of your bed and had Erik’s arm wrapped around you while you searched for the boutique. Now, while having him give his opinions on his new clothes, you could only admire your husband.

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Heyyo!! Um, I’m kinda in desperate need of some comfort fluff, and I can’t really find any lmao…

And this is a more general request, but I mainly simp for Denki, Kirishima, Sero, and Midoriya, so there’s your choice of characters you could possibly choose from! So, I recently had a pretty crappy week, and I ended up overworking myself due to the stress of midterms. So, I was wondering if I could have some headcannons, or maybe a one shot where someone comforts me with this stuff?? Idk, just a thought.

And regardless of what you decide to do with this, I really do appreciate your work!! Anyways, I how you enjoy your day or night~!

Hi!! I am sorry to hear about your week, I hope you are better now! Please don’t exhaust yourself and take care, your mental health matters the most! 💞As someone whose week also ended kinda miserably, your request really made my day better, so I hope I can make yours!

How the MHA boys would comfort you after a bad week

genre: comfort fluff

warnings: talking about the physical and mental effects of stress

ft: Denki, Kirishima, Sero and Midoriya

a/n: this is somewhere between hc and drabbles

Denki

⤷ He knew that you were exhausted from the moment he looked at you. The poor boy was a little scared: what should he tell you? how could he comfort you? what if he says something wrong? But if someone knows a lot about comforting yourself after a bad day, it is him. Given his quirks drawbacks, he was able to recognise some of your symptoms: the poor short memory, indecisiveness, the way your anxiety ran through you basically freezing you in place... So he decides to walk up to you and simply starts talking, joking around hoping you would crack a smile. And you do, you do smile a lot and even laugh at him wholeheartedly, taking your mind of your problems. Even though Denki usually feels like playing an act - the jokester - with everyone , around you it just feels right. Your happiness becomes his goal and he succeeds. Even if it is for a short period, you are more relaxed now; it is obvious (and his heart bursts with pride knowing he pulled you out of that dark place). He continues to talk to you, sometimes about nonsense, sometimes about really deep things, just to keep your mind off that overwhelming feeling of stress. Since he is also a touchy person, he just keeps either hugging you or playing with your hair (most likely tangling it). But, at the end of the day, you feel more relaxed and loved.

Kirishima

⤷ He is very observant, for sure. He also knew that you ended up overworking yourself. Again... Even though in the last days you avoided contact with others, saying that “you needed to study”, he couldn’t let you drown in your negative thoughts and fears. So, he decided to lift your morals up by sharing one of his favourite activities with you : working out! Might seem surprising, but he knows that sport makes you feel happier and more detached from your problems (he also started to work out more, so he could feel less anxious and it went very well with him!). At first you are hesitant - why should you go? But he insisted until you accepted. Even if you are or are not a sporty person, spending time with him always made you feel better, so being in his presence already made you a little calmer. He ended up showing you all his routines and taught you how to do certain exercises. When the two of you left the gym it was already dark outside, but you couldn’t care less. Kirishima was walking by your side, holding your hand and softly intertwining your fingers. You were also feeling better, hungry, but better. All the way to the dorms, the two of you kept talking to eachother, smiling and laughing, free from the stress of earlier.

Sero

⤷ The first thing he noticed was your change in appetite. You were either not eating at all, or binge-eating unhealthy foods. And when you ate, everything was extremely sweet or salty. However, there were days, you barely ate your breakfast and were really faint, not being able to concentrate on your work. He then got an idea. You were more than surprised when the next day, during lunch, Sero pulled out two bento boxes out of his bag and asked you to seat beside him. “Who is that for?” you asked. “You, of course! You seem to have lost a lot of weight since our midterms began...” he bluntly answered. You didn’t need to respond because you were interrupted by your stomachs growls. He laughed “See? I knew you needed this”. You were in a trance like state, looking at Sero, with glassy eyes. He just smiled, so dumbly in love that he could do anything to see you happy and content. You took a bite out of the food in the bento box he gave you and then little tears started to fall from your eyes. Seros face dropped “Are you ok? It tastes bad, isn’t it? I’m so sorry, I-“ he mumbled, being interrupted by your strong hug. “Thank you” you whispered to him. Let’s just say that his face turned a very bright shade of red and that he kept making an extra bento box for you daily.

Midoriya

⤷I think we can all agree he would be just as stressed as you or even worse. He overworkes himself to exhaustion on a daily basis, so he knows that having a little “me time” from time to time is the solution. He will notice how bad you feel and try to comfort you, even if inside he is basically numb from anxiety and worry. Will definitely praise you for how amazing and smart you are, all while comparing to how little he thinks he does. “I wish I would be more like you. You are so smart and hard-working...I could only try to be as good as you...” I think in his case you will need to reciprocate the comfort and if you do, Izuku WILL MELT. That would make Midoriya realise how a break is needed for the both, soo.... movie night! Lots of cuddles, snacks and deep night talk in his dorm! He will treasure every moment spent together and try to make both of you as comfortable as he can! After all, you have had a rough week and you deserve all the love in the world right now!

Hope you enjoyed it! :)❤️

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