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You are a firm believer in men 👏 getting 👏 pegged.👏

had a verrrrrrrry slow day at work yesterday, so here's a doodle i cleaned up and colored. been too long since i've drawn my dumbass otp

Discord sleeps a lot, surprisingly. This is due to 1.) his powers, while nearly infinite, burn a shit-ton of energy, and his body and mind need time to recharge to avoid strain, 2.) he's composed of several large predators, which spend most of their time sleeping, and 3.) he is an old man. So in between sowing strife into the lives of mortals, Discord spends much of his time (anywhere between 18-20 hours a day) dozing, in a variety of strange positions and locations. Sometimes in an active volcano, sometimes on Neptune, sometimes atop the cushy pillow of Celestia's throne, where he'll naturally pretend to dig a little hole, circle a few times, and curl up. Celestia used to rlly fuckn hate this, but has come to secretly enjoy how it unsettles the nobles.

Twilight, comparatively, doesn't get enough sleep. She's spent far too many nights wide awake studying, pouring over lesson plans and legislation, and generally fretting over too many cups of coffee. Discord has developed a sixth sense for when Twilight is sorely in need of a nap, and takes measures to encourage her to do so. Perfectly friendly gestures, like swapping out her coffee for a cup of warm chamomile, giving a soothing wing massage, and also trying to wrangle her into bed with a lasso, like a cowboy with a furious longhorn. Results vary, but when Twilight can be coaxed to bed, she gets some of the best sleep of her life wrapped round her living body pillow. Discord very much enjoys this, he's touch-starved as fuck and likes to be held.

and pegged

related notes from the ebullient :

Colbyr: lop you really said bottom rights huh

Me: Discord tried to teach a course called “Bottom Rights” at Twilight’s magic university, but his proposal was rejected on the grounds of “being an affront to common decency” and “excessive thottiness”

Colbyr: this, of course, only served to heighten the need for a 'Bottom Rights' course - after all, the audacity! the sheer nerve! his only loving wife, suppressing bottoms everywhere! - and so, with no small amount of persuasion (in the form of back rubs, probably) and trickery, the university started offering the course, once a week at ten PM, open to 18+ students. half the town joins. mayor mare wears a wig that fools no one. discord is overjoyed and twilight will never hear the end of this. (she will also never admit it, but twi is impressed at the thought and effort that went into the course.)

more of my twicord tomfoolery

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Description

You are a firm believer in men 👏 getting 👏 pegged.👏

had a verrrrrrrry slow day at work yesterday, so here's a doodle i cleaned up and colored. been too long since i've drawn my dumbass otp

Discord sleeps a lot, surprisingly. This is due to 1.) his powers, while nearly infinite, burn a shit-ton of energy, and his body and mind need time to recharge to avoid strain, 2.) he's composed of several large predators, which spend most of their time sleeping, and 3.) he is an old man. So in between sowing strife into the lives of mortals, Discord spends much of his time (anywhere between 18-20 hours a day) dozing, in a variety of strange positions and locations. Sometimes in an active volcano, sometimes on Neptune, sometimes atop the cushy pillow of Celestia's throne, where he'll naturally pretend to dig a little hole, circle a few times, and curl up. Celestia used to rlly fuckn hate this, but has come to secretly enjoy how it unsettles the nobles.

Twilight, comparatively, doesn't get enough sleep. She's spent far too many nights wide awake studying, pouring over lesson plans and legislation, and generally fretting over too many cups of coffee. Discord has developed a sixth sense for when Twilight is sorely in need of a nap, and takes measures to encourage her to do so. Perfectly friendly gestures, like swapping out her coffee for a cup of warm chamomile, giving a soothing wing massage, and also trying to wrangle her into bed with a lasso, like a cowboy with a furious longhorn. Results vary, but when Twilight can be coaxed to bed, she gets some of the best sleep of her life wrapped round her living body pillow. Discord very much enjoys this, he's touch-starved as fuck and likes to be held.

and pegged

related notes from the ebullient :

Colbyr: lop you really said bottom rights huh

Me: Discord tried to teach a course called “Bottom Rights” at Twilight’s magic university, but his proposal was rejected on the grounds of “being an affront to common decency” and “excessive thottiness”

Colbyr: this, of course, only served to heighten the need for a 'Bottom Rights' course - after all, the audacity! the sheer nerve! his only loving wife, suppressing bottoms everywhere! - and so, with no small amount of persuasion (in the form of back rubs, probably) and trickery, the university started offering the course, once a week at ten PM, open to 18+ students. half the town joins. mayor mare wears a wig that fools no one. discord is overjoyed and twilight will never hear the end of this. (she will also never admit it, but twi is impressed at the thought and effort that went into the course.)

more of my twicord tomfoolery

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enjoy my content? Please consider supporting me on Patreon! It has rewards, sneak peeks, secret doodles, and early viewing of finished art for patrons! Also, for each funding goal met, I produce a new promised art and story reward!
Support on PATREON!