#Undead Andy / Reader

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[sweetimpurity]

HIS HANDS-

SFW

When you’re in the kitchen- his big hands appearing on your shoulders, at first, his thumbs gently kneading into the tense muscles at the back of your neck. His lips soon following and grazing your neck from behind. Sometimes he forgets his strength, or maybe your muscles are just so tense all the time. He presses a little harder and it almost hurts. Hurts in such a pleasant way. He presses firm and deep, trying to relieve you of all the physical stress you carry around. Or his hands coming around your waist, splaying out flat on your tummy, running up your abdomen, his mouth moving to kiss the side of your throat, feeling your pulse beneath the soft skin, and his arms wrapping all the way around. You’re all wrapped up in him, engulfed in his embrace as he persuades you to leave whatever task you’re doing and come to bed.

When he’s driving- and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, watching the city pass by. Could be date night and his fingers dance along your inner thigh, or rest on your knee. The veins in his hands prominent, his fingertips rough along your tender skin. His thumb running over the curve of your thigh. And when he’s bold, maybe stopped at a red light, he’s sliding his hand up a bit further. Only stopping when you grab his wrist, scolding him softly about how you haven’t even made it to the restaurant yet. He’d pout his lip or roll his eyes, driving along once the light turns green, just waiting until this torture can end and he can finally be all over you. 

When you’re playing with his hands- across the table, the center console, or just laying around the house. Spreading his long fingers out and pressing your palm to his. His fingers each a good inch longer than your own. Your digits weaving between his, softly grasping and his fingers following suit, squeezing your hand in his. Holding one of his big hands in two of your own, absentmindedly rubbing and massaging his palm. He watches your face with a soft smile. You don’t even know you’re doing it. Focused on something else maybe but he can’t help smiling knowing you can’t help touching him. 

When you’re married- playing with the ring on his finger. Hearing your rings clink together as you lace fingers. Every time you just think back to the wedding, to the promises you made to one another, the way you cried and the way he held you that night. Knowing that when other people see it, they’ll know he’s taken. That he’s yours.

When you’re angry/pouting- and he squishes your cheeks in his hand. Making you even more mad, maybe earning him a gentle smack on the arm or the silent treatment for the rest of the night. 

When you’re hugging him- and he always holds the back of your neck, under your hair, his hand wrapped around and keeping you so close, so safe and supported. Like he won’t let you go until he knows you’ll be okay when he does. His other arm wrapped around your waist, letting you bury your face in his shoulder; in his neck.

When you’re getting dressed- for date night or something having to do with his work. And you’re dressing elegantly. He just can’t keep his eyes off, waiting for that magical moment when you call him over to help with the zipper or the corset in the back. When your sweet voice calls to him, he’s like a dog, coming in to help and his fingers itching to touch your skin. The backs of his knuckles dragging up your spine as he works the zipper up the fabric. Running his hands back down once it’s done and kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

NSFW

When he’s pinning your hands- to the bed; to the wall, above your head. Attacking your neck, your chest, with kisses, sucking marks into your skin all while keeping your hands away. His hand is big and strong enough to hold back both of your hands at once. Slotting his hips between your thighs, his body over yours, lacing his fingers with yours against the mattress so you can’t use them. You can’t touch him. He has total control. 

When his fingers dig in- to your thighs, your ass, your calves when your legs over his shoulders. Slapping your ass, smacking your inner thighs when he’s got you spread and sprawled on the bed. Taunting you with husked words and working you out. “You like that?” “You want more?” “So fucked out, baby- look at you…” Grabbing your cheeks when you’re losing all control, forcing you to look straight ahead at him, in his dark lust lidded eyes. “Don’t look away.” 

When he fingers you- all the way to orgasm. Maybe you’re in a place he can’t fully make you his. Maybe he’s driving as he does it. But there are too many prying eyes, so his hand disappears under your skirt/shorts and he’s pumping knuckle deep inside, curling his fingers at just the right spot, pressing the heel of his palm to your clit. His big thick fingers stretching you out, making you wetter, dripping onto your underwear that he’s practically ripped to shreds. Sometimes you think wearing no panties is the better move when going out with him because he’s ruined more pairs than you can count with those strong hands of his. He’ll finger you under the dinner table if no one can see it happening. And no one would know it’s happening because he’s so good at hiding what he’s doing to you. “Shh baby… can you be quiet for me?” “Be good and I’ll let you come.” “Be quiet or I’ll stop.” He says when your squirms or squeals threaten to give it away. 

When he’s holding your head down- against the pillows, ass up and face shoved in the fabric, one of his hands in your hair and the other holding your arm behind your back, pumping his hips into you, his pelvis knocking into your ass. Forcing the tension to build inside you, not letting you wiggle your way out. The sounds of sex filling the room along with your whines and the soft growls under his breath. This position always has you begging. For what, you’re not exactly sure, but you’re begging him “please please please!” and he drives into you harder, deeper, pushing you further into the pillows and slapping your ass raw. His deep voice mumbling about your perfect pussy, how pretty you sound, how well you take him, how much he needs you as he’s coming hard. 

When you’re on your back- his hips pumping, thrusting between your thighs. One leg over his arm and the other wrapped around his waist. His hands all over you, on your hips, your stomach, your thighs, until his fingers come to your chin, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Suck.” He commands. Your eyes lock with his, taking the digit into your mouth, his thumb curling over and pressing on your tongue. His chest heaving and sweaty from multiple rounds, flushed to the tips of his ears, his eyes hazy and fucked. You suckle on the tip of his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around like you’re trying to read his fingerprint. He feels himself getting closer watching this, closer to coming for the umpteenth time. His dick swallowed and kissed by every sweet spot in your gushing perfection. Over and over again. “That’s it…good girl…” “Suck it, baby, suck on it…” He pants. His thumb comes out with a small pop! shoving his pointer and middle finger into your mouth and you instantly latch on, your hands grasping at his forearm, both gasping as you come together. 

MIGUEL, NANAMI, TOJI, Satoru, ANDY, Suguru, Sukuna, your fav <3

kinda hate this tbh but it's still hawt :/

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Andy Yandere Headcannons

Been in love with Undead Unluck lately, and Andy and Fuuko’s dynamic is so funny it hurts. So what would Andy be like if he was a yandere?

Andy can’t die, no matter what. It’s been his dream to finally rest in peace, but after accidentally bumping into you on a street, his whole perspective changed. Maybe being undead isn’t so bad after all, if it means he can spend eternity with you.

Andy is the total protective type. Cooking? Let him handle the sharp cutlery. Going out? Let him tag along to protect you from any brutes. If he’s on a mission? You’re absolutely staying behind, and if you have to tag along you can bet your ass he’s next to you 24/7.

He’s super touchy too. He loves holding you in his arms, holding hands, wrapping his arm across your shoulder, and giving warm hugs. He won’t admit it, but having you close to him always has his heart go crazy. You’re like a drug he can’t get enough of. His reason to live after having none for so long.

If you’d let him, he wouldn’t mind going all the way with you.

Not really the jealous type. He’s confident no one can bring you happiness like he can, and if he has any rivals — hey, he can just take care of ‘em, can’t he? He’s strong for a reason.

If he sees you with another guy though or a girl too friendly with you, you can bet your ass he’ll be grilling you about who they are, how you know them, and what they are to you. If he doesn’t like what he hears? You’re in for a doozy. He’s lived longer than you have so he knows the true nature of people. Anyone he deems unsafe to be around, you can’t hang out with.

He’s so loud and brash, you frankly can’t ignore him. Try to give him the silent treatment and he’ll just kidnap you and hold you hostage in his arms until you give. He doesn’t play that way.

Definitely a stalker, but real conspicuous about it. He knows where you live, where you work, who your family is, what your hobbies are. He’ll straight up tell you he’s planted a tracker on your phone (for protective reasons) and that he’s installed security cameras around and inside your house. Ya know, for safety. Can’t have you getting kidnapped now.

[isu-desu]

Daily Andy! Day (95/100)

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Cheering Up A Depressed Andy

(Slight) Andy X FemReader

Ratings: T+

Warnings: Drinking, insults, mentions of death, slight spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) I am obsessed with Undead Unluck right now and I had to write a self indulgent Andy fic! I do ship him and Fuuko really hard but Andy is too perfect not to crush on. So while I have a ship I still want to enjoy some reader inserts with this handsome and unhinged dude! So this happened as I was so excited about a little of Andy's past getting animated! I had a little too much fun with the dialog too but I hope you all enjoy it! Until next time happy reading!

~Countess

Being a bounty hunter had it's perks though it was one of the toughest jobs offered in the growing country you live in. You had met your fair share of folks and about took out as many as well. The types of people you hunted, weren't like the upstanding citizens in normal towns you passed through. So they really weren't missed and kept their would be victims safe another day. You had just gotten finished with a particularly large bounty, so after collecting your reward you made the decision that you deserved a much needed break. Heading over to the next town, you carved yourself a place for the next two weeks or more.

After a week into your relaxation a stranger blew into town you never met before. He was a quiet character and it seemed like trouble drew to him like flies to a carcass. He was aloof and refused to speak much. Questions were answered with simple answers and he never gave more information than necessary. Even renting a room in the tavern/inn you were occupying had become awkward as he refused to answer the majority of the owner's questions. Only made worse when he was a coin short of the payment to stay. Without a word you dug into the pockets of your well worn pants before flipping it to the owner with amazing accuracy. He pocketed the man's payment quickly and the stranger turned around taking in your feminine form as you downed the rest of your glass and tipped your hat. Standing from the chair you made your way up the stairs, ignoring the jeers from the men below, your curiosity piquing the more you stayed close to the gray haired man.

A few more days passed by and still the gray haired stranger occupied the same space as you. He kept his distance, though he acted indifferent you could tell he watched his surroundings with an attentive gaze. The card in his forehead was a mystery that was driving you crazy. And even though the numerous tavern girls seemed to flock to him, he had no interest. The only thing he seemed to enjoy was the brawls that would break out, the majority of the time it was men starting arguments with him. The fights didn't last long and he always came out on top. He didn't joke. He didn't laugh. He rarely said a word. And despite yourself you found yourself sitting closer and closer to him every night. He was a mystery and you could feel the sad loneliness rolling off of him in waves. You should have ended your reprieve then and there. Left town and went back to what you were good at. But something deep inside nagged at you. You couldn't leave this man alone and part of you dreaded that you were going to pay a steep price for your curiosity.

The next night after finishing your meal, you went to the bar ordering two drinks and paying for them. The heavy glasses not the only weight as your heavy heart pounded in your chest. The enigma of the man sitting in his normal spot, pushing around the scraps on his plate. He didn't even jump or look up as you thudded the glass before him. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat, loudly. You didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when you were doing a good deed. Those were rare and if this man had any sense he would be grateful.

He looked up, blue eyes dull and full of caution. It made you suck in a breath as he looked handsome far away, but up close he was stunning.

"Drink," you asked and he grunted in reply. Knocking the chair at his side back with your boot, you parked yourself right next to him throwing your slender legs up and crossing your ankles on the table top. Knocking your glass against his hard, you took a loud long guzzle. You sighed before gazing at him, waiting for the same.

"Not very ladylike are you," he asked simply.

You shrugged, "Not particularly. Can't afford to be in my line of work. Are you going to drink that or not? I paid for it and I won't let it go to waste."

He chuckled, though the mirth didn't make it to his eyes. He finally picked up the glass giving it a healthy swig.

"Good boy," you cooed and he glared.

"You buy drinks for men often?"

"Nope," you picked at your nails. "Even sad puppy dog eyed men get ignored by me. So you should feel very special. You tugged on my dried up heartstrings."

"They're not that dry then," he scoffed.

"Keep talking and that beer will disappear."

"Yeah," he took another drink. "Down my throat anyway."

You glared harder taking your feet off the table to lean in closer, "I may just shove that glass down your throat too while I'm at it."

He bared his teeth, "I'd like to see you try."

You shot upwards, snarling at him before quicker than a flash, he hooked his foot on your chair leg tugging it forward. The sturdy wood hit the back of your knees, crashing you back down into the seat. You sat stunned for a moment, unused to people gaining the upper hand on you.

"Simmer down I was joking," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do for a living sure did take your sense of humor."

"And here I thought the sad washed up sap no longer had one," you retorted quickly.

"I may be lost in thought but I can keep up with the best of them," his gaze darted back to you. "Just remember that."

A few tense moments passed by and the patrons that had watched the exchange between you both, started to relax. Even the owner had been tense as he didn't want his establishment wrecked by a fight between the two of you. With your glass empty, you stood to go get another one, when his hand wrapped around your wrist. Pouring the rest of the liquid that remained in his glass into yours. You sat there stunned at the kindness.

"I've had enough," he shrugged.

Your finger circled around the smudged rim as you now didn't know how to act around him. Many people didn't treat you nicely and if they did they always wanted something or take advantage of you.

"Got a name," you finally asked the curiosity not leaving you alone.

"No."

"Where you from?"

"Don't know."

"Well you're just a well of knowledge. Good chat," you rolled your eyes. "Guess I'll just call you bigmouth."

"Please. Don't."

"What," you grinned deviously, "do you prefer idiot? Maybe moron? Boring?"

"I get it," he waved a large hand.

You pouted thinking that would have gotten a rise out of him.

"Just call me Vic," he replied confused where he pulled that name from his mind.

"I think I rather call you bigmouth," you stated.

"Don't care."

Crossing your arms while slumping in the seat, you were starting to get annoyed for the lack of progress. The longer you spoke to Vic, the more your curiosity grew instead of shrinking.

"Soooo wanna share why you got such a long face over here," you asked.

"I rather not," he seemed to shrink further into his shell.

"Fine. I'll tell you something about myself first and then you have to at least give me something."

Vic shook his head but waved for you to continue. He remained quiet letting you have a moment of victory as you wouldn't let up until you got some bit of information from him.

"I'm a bounty hunter," you showed him the badge that normally hung between your breasts under your shirt. "Been all over this country and taken out many criminals. Been needing a break so I've been staying here."

Vic nodded, "I've been travelling myself. Taking out my own class of criminals with my team."

"Where is your team," you asked and immediately regretted it as he stiffened.

He looked away, emotion clogging up his throat a little bit, "They're dead. They were killed thanks to a barmaid who saved herself. I was the only one who survived."

That was one of the main reasons you refused to recruit on your missions. You didn't want to lose anyone and it was hard for you to get along with others very often."

"Sorry to hear that."

He shrugged again, "So I rather travel alone. It hurts less."

"That's the main reason I travel alone. Nobody to mourn and if I get turned into bird food. Then nobody is around to mourn me either."

"That's a sad existence," he replied.

"You chose the same existence as me," you pointed out, laughing into your mug.

He chuckled and this time the amusement made it's way to his eyes, "I guess I did. But it doesn't mean I don't make friends along the way."

"Are you calling me a friend there Vic?"

"We're drinking together aren't we," he pointed to the two mugs.

"I think I'm doing the majority of the drinking here," you said matter-of-factly.

Without another word Vic gave the owner the sign for two more drinks. He nodded getting to work filling two more glasses.

"My hero," you cooed kissing his cheek quickly. Vic sat there stunned for a few moments. You grinned smugly as you felt like you got some revenge for the seat ordeal he just pulled moments ago. Despite never trusting easily, you found yourself comfortable around Vic. He still had so many things left to uncover and you knew as soon as your time was up in town, you both would go your separate ways. But for this night and the last moments you and him would enjoy each other's company. Vic watched you closely and despite telling himself not to get close, he couldn't keep that promise to himself. You were too fascinating to him and he felt himself falling. Needing to know more, needing to get closer. He knew that it would end and that would be that, but for these quiet and blissful moments he would allow himself a chance to enjoy something good and fun. Until he was finally able to find his purpose or he found the death he craved. He hoped to find more people like you through his long journey, but this was your chance and you both wouldn't squander it.

[yvesdot]

SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT IS OUT!

“Comedic, witty and chilling by turns.” — A. R. Thompson, author of When Dealing with Wolves

The debut collection returns in a special fifth anniversary edition, repackaged with three new short stories, a new cover, and additional bonus content! A vampire is forced into a compromising situation; a father fears his child's growing plant collection; the undead go to high school; a butcher contemplates whether or not she can be loved. In a captivating debut, yves. opens the door to our world, slightly askew—where the crows work for witches and telephone booths serve as secret channels for prophecy; where a diverse cast of monsters and humans alike are forced to contend with what the world believes is right.

Thank you to everyone who made my weird uncategorizable "Lemony Snicket meets Carmen Maria Machado" speculative fiction an instant bestseller! If you’ve ever felt like a monster, this book is for you.

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[itgetsdarksometimes35]

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Warnings: Murder, Death, Non-con

Word count: 2,423

Pairings: Undead Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader tries to move on from her dark past.

~ indicates time change

- indicates a POV change

A/N: I have absolutely no idea when I wrote this but I know it was for a challenge long closed out. I'm writing an Andy Barber, Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes, and Ransom Drysdale series and then I think I'll start dabbling in Konig and Ghost from COD so stay tuned.

Killing someone isn’t that hard. It’s the build up that’s hard. Buying the gun, planning the murder perfectly, coming up with a story. That’s the hard part. But, pulling the trigger on the fuckers who have been torturing you for years? No, that’s the best part. Two shots and the stress and pain that plagued your life is now gone. Both of them, bleeding out on the carpet.

Your story was simple, you were acting in self defense. The call to the police 5 minutes prior secured you a good motive, along with the many bruises that decorated your body.

Their funeral was short. Not many in attendance, just you and the officer that responded to the call, officer Sam Wilson. He was your comfort. After everything he offered to drive you to work, help you move into a new place, and asked if you’d like to accompany him on a coffee date.

He was perfect. The complete contrast to the two men who you’d called your lovers in the past. Two years later and you and Sam had tied the knot. A year later and you had welcomed home a little girl named Valentina Anne Wilson. Two years after that another girl named Salem Margot Wilson, then one year after that a boy named Samuel Tennessee Wilson. Your life was perfect, and 10 years later you couldn’t even remember Steve or Bucky.

~

“Bye daddy!” You and your kids waved bye to your husband as he went off to work. He’d started working night shifts on the weekends to help out more at the station. That was your husband, the ever helping man. Those were one of the reasons you loved him

You kissed him goodbye as he promised to see you guys in the morning. You watched him drive away into the Saturday night as you shut the door before locking it. 

“Alright, kiddos, what are we going to do tonight?” Saturdays were movie nights after having game nights on Fridays. 

“Scary movie!” Valentina ran to the back then came back down the hallway, holding a DVD pack.

“Night of the Living Dead?” It was an old movie, probably in Sam’s old collection, but you were still nervous your kids were too young. “I don’t know, V, Sammy is still only 7.”

“In a half.”

“In a half,” you correct yourself. 

“Pleaseee, we can all handle it!” Salem looked at you with puppy dog eyes that she got from her father. They always broke you. 

“Oh alright, but only if you guys promise to close your eyes when I say and tell me when you get scared.”

“We promise!” You smiled at your kids. They definitely got their horror movie love from their father, you’d much rather curl up with a good romcom. Ice cream, tears, and girls walking away from hot guys because they were too good for their six packs was a cocktail for a good night if anyone asked you. 

Your kids grabbed blankets, pillows, and snacks as they gathered around the TV. You popped some popcorn for yourself before curling up in a blanket burrito on the sofa before starting the movie.

~

You wake up to find yourself still on the living room couch. The screen was blank illuminated with the home screen of the movie begging you to hit “play.” 

Your kids are huddled together asleep, and you decide to leave them. Waking them up to put them to bed rarely worked in your favor. Once they were up, they were up.  

You stretch your limbs as you stand up, making your way to the bedroom you shared with your husband. You slip into bed before shutting your eyes, trying to return back to sleep. 

Your relaxation didn’t last long, for you heard a sound outside. You opened your eyes and checked the clock near your bed. The numbers screamed 3:00am in red at you. The sound couldn’t be Sam, he didn’t get home until 7am.

You were about to lay back down, concluding the noise was your imagination, until you heard it again. It sounded like dragging on pavement. You got up and went to your window, looking out onto your driveway. You saw nothing, your street was empty save for the street lights that illuminated the surrounding areas. Damn raccoons. 

You once again climbed back into bed and decided to ignore any more noise, the animals that surrounded your neighborhood got into the garbage all the time at night with no plans of stopping. 

You continued to turn in bed several times, not able to get comfortable. You felt watched. You knew it was impossible, nobody was outside your window and nobody was in your room. You just could shake the paranoid feeling.

Then, you heard it. Breathing in the corner of your room. You keep your eyes closed, trying to slow down your breathing and heart so you still look asleep. You prayed the intruder would come closer to you rather than walk outside to your children. 

You felt their movement as they inched closer and closer to you, you prepared to kick or punch as hard as you could before running to get the gun hidden in the closet. The gun you had used 10 years prior.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and your eyes flung open. You kicked with your other leg, hearing a loud grunt as your foot came into impact with something. You drew your ankle from the hand as you rolled from the bed to the floor, crawling up as you made your way to the closet. 

When you got there however, you saw a figure standing there. You heard them cock the gun and you put your hands up in surrender. “Please, you can take whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my kids.”

The figure didn’t move, and you couldn’t see them in the dark. You start backing up slowly, but stop when you hear more breathing behind you. There were two of them. Shit. You turn slowly and gasp at what you see.

“Steve?” The man who stood behind you was no doubt your ex lover, the one you killed a decade ago. Only now, his face was pale and looked to be decaying. He smelled awful and his eye sockets and cheekbones looked sullen and black. What the fuck was happening?

Just then the man in front of you stepped into the light coming from the window. There you saw Bucky, the other lover you killed. He smelled like Steve and looked similar to him. His clothes looked dirtier than Steve’s, but they both looked like they crawled in the dirt before coming here. You could even see bugs in their hair and clothes. 

“B-Bucky? H-how?” You back away from both men, looking at the closed door of your bedroom. All you have to do is keep them from leaving the room. Hopefully Sam was sent home early. Hopefully.

“Hey, Doll,” Bucky said, never lowering the gun, “Miss us?”

“But, you’re both dead.”

“Cause you killed us?” Steve spoke up. You couldn’t say anything, just nodded. After murder, you’re not supposed to see their face again. This wasn’t high school, where you stole somebody’s boyfriend and you had to see them in the hallway later. Murder ends it all. It’s over after the gun is shot.

“Not anymore.” Bucky chuckled at your fearful eyes. Steve looked around your room. His eyes landed on the wedding photo on the wall, then he looked to your left hand where your rings lived. 

“So, you’re married.”

“What’s going on?” This made no sense. The dead don’t just get to walk again.

“And you have kids.” Bucky finishes. Your heart drops. 

“Don’t hurt them, please. They’re innocent in all this, I’m the one you want.”

“You’ve got that right!” Bucky raised his voice a bit, scaring you. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down, just tell me what you want” If your kids woke up, no doubt they’d come in. You couldn’t trust the men who hurt you for years to not give the same treatment to your kids.

“We want what we had 10 years ago.” You blinked your eyes as you looked at the two men before you.

“I thought it was crazy, trying to track you down after all this time. But, Bucky kept saying the same thing over and over. What was it Buck?”

Steve turned to face Bucky, and his friend smiled at him. “No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.” Steve nodded in remembrance, and your blood ran as cold as their dead skin looked. 

“Okay.” You swallow thickly. You didn’t know what they meant. “Are you going to kill me?”

“We should,” Steve said angrily, “After the pain you caused us.” Pain you caused them? They had to be joking. 

“Why’d you do it, Doll? Why’d you ruin our perfect family?” You turned to Bucky as sadness grew on his dead face. 

“You both hurt me. So much.” Your eyes started to get blurry as tears escaped your eyes. Suppressed memories flooded back to you, years of counseling down the drain as your nightmares came back to you in the worst way possible. You had to be dreaming. 

“We had to,” Steve reasoned, “You know that, Doll. You had to learn to be a good girl. We had gotten so far, we were almost there. Then you ruined it.” He took a step closer to you. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Your eyes widened with fear as you shook your head. “No, you hurt me. You tricked me into your house and you subject me to torture for years. It still haunts me to this day, what you put me through. Don’t you realize that?”

Bucky and Steve both scoffed before Bucky spoke. “You’re still a brat.”

Your eyes stung as you started to feel frustrated. You had to take deep breaths to keep from saying something that could get you or your family killed right now.

“Okay. So what now, are you going to try to make your perfect family again? It’s impossible, you’re both dead.”

“That’s what you think, Doll.”

Steve reached for you, his hand was icy and clammy. His touch made your skin crawl as he pulled you closer to him. Your skin erupted in goosebumps as your bodies touched. Steve dipped his head into your hair and breathed in deeply making you stiffen up.

“God, you smell so much better than the shit we were in,” Steve laughs to himself. His hands travel south until they reach your ass. He squeezed down on the soft flesh that rested below your soft PJ shorts. You closed your eyes, praying that this doesn’t last long.

Bucky came up behind you and ripped your light tank top off, leaving you in just your panties and shorts. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming out and disturbing your kids. Next he grabbed your waistband before pulling the fabrics down your legs. Steve placed his cold hands on the warm flesh of your hips, making you even more cold than before. 

“Be good,” was all he said as you heard Bucky undress behind you. You kept your eyes closed as you felt a hard and cold object press into your lower back. Steve lifted your left leg and sat it on his right hip as he left a cold trail of kisses down your neck. You tried not to concentrate on the tiny movement of bugs crawling on his clothes that were pressed to your bare chest. 

Bucky’s cold member, feeling just as big as you remember, pushed into you slowly. You heard him growling behind you, obviously satiated by the warmth your walls provided him.

You whimpered quietly as he moved within you, pulling at your walls the way Sam never could. You loved your husband, but even after 10 years your body held an ache that couldn’t be cured with Sam, no matter how many positions he put you in. 

“You feel so good,” Bucky moaned, pulling your hair a bit, “10. Fucking. Years. Does your husband fuck you right like we did?” Your nails dug into the dirty clothes that covered Steve’s body. “God, how have you stayed so tight after kids?” Bucky started to pick up speed, your cunt leaking all around him after finally being sexually fulfilled. 

Bucky started showing signs of his impending orgasm. “Bucky, not inside. Please.”

Bucky grunted at your begging, he always had a thing for that. “Why not? Not ready for another child?” 

Sam had gotten fixed. You stopped taking birth control because of it, and even though you were older, you still had a high chance. I mean look at your mother, she gave birth 13 years ago.

Despite your pleas, Bucky stilled his thrusts inside you, filling you with his seed. You hoped to God that his swimmers died when you shot him, but you doubted you’d be so lucky.

Bucky pulled out of you as Steve started to release his cock from his pants. He wasted no time sinking into, using Bucky cum and your slick as lube. Steve thrusted in and out of you at a more gentle pace, but his thrusts were precise. The material of his clothes rubbed against your clit and sensitive nipples, and you were soon clenching around Steve.

He gave a long moan of your name, also cumming deep inside you. He continued thrusting to work you both through your highs. “Damn, Baby. After all those years, I really needed that.” Steve smiled at you as he disconnected from your body

You fell to your floor as your thoughts started to make sense. The two men you killed are back to life like this was some kind of fucked up zombie movie, and they fucked you senseless in you and your husband’s shared room. And you actually enjoyed it. Your eyes were still closed, you refused to open them. Seeing it would all make this too real.

“Until next time, Darling.”

When you opened your eyes you were alone. Your shredded clothes still lay on your floor, and you picked them up to throw away on your way to the shower. You needed a bath.

The whole reason you killed them was because you wanted to escape. Now you're right back to square one with them, only now you had everything to lose. Dead men tell no tales, but they know how to act one out.

[farolitosp]

Infodumping about Momo and Fuuko (Dandadan / Undead Unluck). Best female shonen leads in the current SJ

As a battle shonen fan it was very frustrating seeing the female characters done dirty or not being the main lead of their stories (because who are we kidding, even FMA with their awesome female characters they're secondary ones). The last manga I read with it was The Promised Neverland, but that's not a typical "battle shonen" and has more fantasy elements. I mean battle, fighting with fists and power scales.

So I started two Shonen jump mangas that has all the things I were looking for!

But! The first chapters are as bad as they say. The girls get sexualized and harassed like every other manga out there.

My surprise was that this only last less than 10 chapters. After that, it's a different kind of story. It's like the first bait to make readers interested in the female cast with boobs and underwear (I know this might be not everyone, but how else it justifies having these sexual situations at the first episodes and then abandon the idea?)

These stories, overall all the things in the beginning, are not only fully respectful with the girls but also they make the best character out of them. I Have a theory that the authors put these sexual situations in the first chapters by orders and not because they want to, they really are committed to make them awesome.

And by that I mean:

- Fuuko and Momo act like real girls.

Momo is a normal teenager with a bad reputation and that makes her take her badass attitude towards anyone that wants to be her friend, but deep down she's a very kind and good person. If she were a stereotype she would be the "tomboy who doesn't know how to be femenine" and guess what? SHES VERY FEMENINE, she only isn't a submissive girl. She's brave and doesn't behave, but she's capable of love and making friends. Like the extrovert that likes to befriend the introverts. Momo doesn't need to separate her femenine side with her battle side, even Okarun has to do some exercise to reach her power level.

Momo also loooves to tease Okarun and she's the funniest character of the manga.

Fuuko, on the other hand, has very low self esteem because of her powers (that's why she acts like an stereotype of shy girl that gets harassed). She's shy, scared about everything and apparently hates physical contact. But that's the thing, before her Unluck powers she was a very touchy person, her love language is hugging and kissing her loved ones. She's traumatized after killing her parents with her Unluck. But after meeting someone who doesn't die with that she actually starts to touch EVERYONE she likes. She has the courage deep inside her, and only needed a small acclimation and knowing her abilities to start to flourish, making her the one that's in control of her body.

- "Girls vs girls? Not in my story"

These are fighting mangas. And with a lot of female characters I was afraid that they were the lady in distress or fighting other villain girls (like bnha, for example). My surprise is that they fight not only male villains, but some male villains are actually scared of them and respect them. It's so liberating when authors are not afraid of making the girls punching and receiving punches and bleed.

- They're the real main characters

It may seems, in shonen, once they start with two mc the "real" mc is the man, at the end of the story. In both cases of Dandadan and Undead Unluck it's quite the opposite. While Dandadan still maintains Okarun and Momo at the same level the story is present through Momo's life, we don't know almost anything about Okarun. And in Undead Unluck case Andy and Fuuko start as a couple, but when they get separated Fuuko shines by herself. She even has her own arc right now while Andy is missing, and oh boy she delivers excellent!

We can see both stories without the male mc, but not without their female leads

- They're not the only girls in the story

GIRLS HAVING GIRL FRIENDS IN SHONEN BATTLE MANGA, WHILE THOSE SECONDARY CHARACTERS ARE WELL WRITTEN AS WELL.

- The straight romance is kinda peak actually

Who wouldn't know that in order to make a m/f shonen ship is to making good female characters that actually enjoy being with the male character? And the romance it's not only something by the side, it's almost essential to the manga itself. They make you want to see more romance and interactions between the two.

- Respect and admiration

Both, Momo and Fuuko, receive respect of all the other characters. And mainly, they're admired by the male mc and love interest. Okarun and Andy don't joke about it, they genuinely adore them and wants to be like them.

Anyway if you're looking for some good female lead Shonen manga, while still being epic and entertaining, give both stories a chance!

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.220 thoughts

[Here For a Good Time AND a Long Time!]

(Contents: thematic analysis - happiness/autonomy)

All Up From Here

What'd I tell ya? You don't give things a numerical score, cus something better is always capable of coming along. Tozuka himself even incorporated my exact feelings into this chapter!

"I'm as happy as can be, Andy." "What are you talkin' about, Nico?! It's all up from here!!"

Acknowledging that you're happy is of course an important first step to actually being happy, but to say that you can't be happier is to say that you'll never be this happy again, like a preemptive refusal to accept greater happiness in the future

This is also why I don't personally like to throw around "peak" as a compliment, because again it implies that nothing compares now and never will again. It puts the recipient on a pedestal, and forces all further interactions to be analyzed exclusively in comparison rather than on their own

Take me for example: long-time readers of mine know that Medaka Box is my favorite manga of all time, but as UU has continued to grow and evolve artistically and narratively, I've been forced to reexamine my relationship with both series. By insisting that nothing would ever surpass Medaka Box in my heart, I've been actively holding my opinion of UU down, refusing to change the shape of the hole that Medaka Box left in my life to fit UU, afraid that doing so would cause me to forget Medaka Box

...Huh, that sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Andy telling Nico to look forward rather than becoming complacent with his current happiness or previous joys is actually a perfect capstone to their last meeting in the previous loop, as Nico's inability to allow Mico to make him happy in Ichico's place was ultimately what allowed Ragnarok to reach a critical point as quickly as it did. He certainly won't allow it to get to that point again, but rooting himself in the high of getting married rather than looking forward to the perpetuity of married life rings a bit of a bell, and one that Andy is quick to silence

This Too Shall Pass

Andy himself needs to take a future-focused stance like this, as if he doesn't, he would certainly go insane...again. In L100, he spent 200 years trying to kill himself because he saw no future in his immortality, just a constant waste of time with no purpose or goal. He would never find love, and any love he did find would be fleeting, as he would watch everyone he cared for slip away. He'd peaked when he had his gang in the Wild West, and everything since then was downhill

Until he met Fuuko

Once Fuuko was in Andy's life, suddenly every day was better than the last. Every day was fun, every day was worth living, and even when he couldn't see her anymore, when he was stuck eternally burning alive on the sun, he knew that there would be a day when the suffering would end. Because he had something to look forward to, the knowledge that things would get better, Andy was able to put up with literally the most painful hardship anyone has ever experienced without a word of complaint

All thanks to Fuuko

No Fate But What We Make

Fuuko, of course, went through the same thing, just on a much smaller scale. She went through ten years of believing that there was no future in a life where she couldn't touch anyone, and the only thing that kept her going was the serialization of a manga. Once it ended, so too did the roadmap of her life; if the only thing she could look forward to was the next chapter, there was no future without one

It was only when she met Andy that she began to see possibilities for herself, that that there was a reason to keep going. Because of Andy, Fuuko was able to look ahead and make a real plan for herself, to commit to multiple preparations and contingencies across 200 years of loneliness, to lay the foundation for her and everyone else's happiness

All thanks to Andy

But Fuuko interestingly takes the opposite approach here. While she builds her future, she seems to think of it as a culmination of the past. She says that the moment of their meeting wasn't the start of their story, but rather Andy's very creation was the start, that he and his life choices are what brought the present and future into possibility. Fuuko attributes all of her successes to him, a domino chain that simply swept her along

But just like Andy corrected Nico, so too does he correct Fuuko

"It started with you, Andy. If you were never born, then I -" "Ha! It was just dumb luck. You're the one that turned that luck into fate."

In this moment, Fuuko has an external locus of control, believing herself to have been dealt a bad hand and that she just got lucky when she swapped out her cards, but that's not what Andy sees. He sees a woman who made the right calls with what she had, who swapped out the right cards and made the right bluffs to turn a bad hand around and win big anyway, and he doesn't want her to lose sight of that

Just like he doesn't want Nico to think his life is going downhill, he doesn't want Fuuko to think her life isn't in her control. If life isn't in your control, then neither is your happiness; anything you have can be taken away, and you forfeit the ability to take it back. Again, Andy can attest to that: he only found Fuuko by sheer dumb luck

No one orchestrated their meeting, it just happened, and it was only because Fuuko made the choice to embrace the consequences of that meeting that their lives turned out for the best. If Fuuko hadn't pushed herself to kiss Andy and save both of them from being captured by the Union, she likely would have been killed and he probably would have somehow found his way back to being Victor, this persona fading into nothing while still remaining unnamed

When hardships inevitably come Fuuko's way again, she needs to understand that she can't rely on luck to save her, but she can rely on herself. She's proven it a thousand times, and even become someone that everyone else can rely on; with her own hands, she defied everyone's destinies and forged a happy ending for all of them. That's not something that could have just happened by the whims of fate, only by the choices of someone with the strength to take control of their own life. After 100 loops with only subtle variations thanks to the minimal interference of the only one who could, the 101st has the chance to create the perfect ending specifically because Fuuko chose to interfere when given the opportunity

And now she has the opportunity to interfere one last time

Let's Enjoy Life

We've talked about it endlessly at this point, but Ruin is a clear foil to Andy in a ton of ways, and this chapter is a perfect illustration of that concept, literally. Not only is this fight happening on the bridge where Andy and Fuuko first met, the flow of the battle itself is like a speedrun of the first 20 chapters

The meteors and lightning from last chapter, getting hit by a vehicle and reduced to a head (the train in ch.1 or the truck in ch.2), having his body sealed by specially made Union containers (eye-scar guy in ch.1), getting pummeled by Void on the highway (ch.2), facing Shen immediately after (ch.3), then jumping straight to being launched into space by Nyoi Kinko (ch.16). Even the way he talks, insisting "this isn't enough to kill me" is pretty much exactly what Andy and Victor would say whenever anyone would hit them with anything - because he thinks they're trying to kill him

But that's not the goal. It never was

Tozuka played a fun little trick on us from the very beginning of the series. By calling UU "the story of [the] quest for the greatest death ever," the expectation that was set up was that we would see the most extravagant, bombastic and show-stopping death ever put to page, that the goal was to find the one thing that could actually overcome immortality. He made a promise that the story would end with Andy's demise and all the spectacle that came with it

With this chapter, it is clear that this was a promise that Tozuka had no intention of keeping

Not in the sense that Andy won't die, I have a hard time seeing this series ending without that punctuation to his story, but the death itself is no longer the purpose of the journey, and I would argue never really has been. The "greatest death ever" is one that comes at the end of a fulfilling life, one where the deceased is surrounded by people who love them and, even through the tears and grief, everyone can look back and smile. This was the lesson that Fuuko learned in ch.1 as she fell to what she thought was her death; the suicide that was meant to end her suffering simply put into perspective how empty her life had been, and being saved, being held, being shown affection by Andy showed her what her life could be

Ch.1 was a perfect preview of the rest of the series, because as I've said many times over by now, Andy and Fuuko's stories are near identical. Just as Fuuko learned that life needs to be lived for death to have meaning, so too would Andy. And now, two hundred and twenty chapters later, Tozuka has finally paid off that slow burn by having Andy acknowledge that he enjoys life!

And now he wants Ruin to do the same.

"I've got one rule and one rule only!! ... Now, c'mon, You follow it too!! Let's enjoy what life has to offer!!"

"You follow it too."

Andy doesn't want to kill Ruin. He wants Ruin to understand the truth. Ruin loves the world, and that's a start, but he wants to eliminate the thing that makes the world truly beautiful - the people in it. Andy's "ridiculously long life" was pointless because he was alone, and Ruin's life is set to be just as long. He insists that he only needs the Rules, but how long can that sustain his soul? At best, madness is all that awaits him, but as we said, a life that accepts it will never be happier is one that has accepted it will be unhappy

Ruin needs to be shown that his way of life will only lead to unhappiness, and that there's a better way. That loving people and being loved by people is better than hating them and isolating from them. Just like Andy drifted through life ambiently allowing things to happen to him, taking opportunities as they came along rather than actively working towards a goal, so too is Ruin losing control in this fight. He's getting smacked around like a rag doll by the culmination of the life that Andy lived, and the Rules he hid behind to distance himself from humanity can't do a damn thing to help him

When Andy thought there was nothing more he could do, that he had to sacrifice himself to the Union to keep Fuuko alive, she stepped up to save both of them, reaching out to someone else for the first time. That was the moment Andy's life started to change, the moment that Andy was truly born, and I believe that Ruin is about to learn exactly what that's like

Undeath and Rebirth

The official twitter gave us a fun bit of insight this week: in L100, the mark over Ruin's eye that I've been calling a scar this whole time was actually a birthmark. While the mark from Remember on Andy actually is a scar, it was present from the moment of Andy's creation, making it functionally identical to a birthmark

But now, in L101, both of these birthmarks are gone. Andy no longer has Remember, and Victor is no longer trying to return, so his wound has healed; meanwhile, Ruin's natural birthmark has been subsumed by a wound. Andy is no longer defined by his origin and now can look toward the future, while Ruin is likely hiding from his origin, covering it up and ignoring the implications of it

Andy was reborn and able to heal, but Ruin is more damaged than ever; more ruined than ever. With his birthmark gone, the pain of his past can be left in the past, but by marring himself so grievously, there will always be a reminder of it. It will only be once Ruin learns to look forward like Andy, like Fuuko, that he will be able to heal and be reborn as well. It is only then that he will cease to be ruined

Conclusion

Of course, this is all assuming that Tozuka actually cares enough about Ruin to keep him around and actively develop him. For all I know, this is going to be another Kururu situation where I'm filling holes that Tozuka only ever planned to leave empty, but as I've said a thousand times, Tozuka has built up more than enough good will for me to give him that benefit of the doubt. I wholeheartedly believe that Tozuka has a plan for Ruin (and hopefully for Kururu too), but in the end I'll still be okay with it either way so long as he uses them properly to develop and analyze Andy and Fuuko

At the end of the day, Ruin's character has given me another angle to approach our leads from, and that's what a good foil is supposed to do. Even if Ruin doesn't accept the lessons and is made to be an illustration of what happens when one refuses to live their life no matter what, that's just as good narratively, even if it's sad to think about. We'll just have to keep reading and enjoy what Tozuka has to offer, whatever that may be

...Ah, crumbs, do I need to change my sign-off???

The original translation was "let's enjoy life," but presumably for either accuracy or dramatic flair, David Evelyn went with "what life has to offer" this time. Now that it's been introduced in canon, that's the quote that's going to become iconic, and most people won't know about Tozuka's convention appearance or the chapter blurb that only appeared in the original magazine run! "Let's enjoy life" is inevitably going to be forgotten as the phrasing of the sentiment, so should I fight the tides and stick with the original, or accept reality and adapt accordingly...

...Well, when I put it that way, after everything I've said in this review, I think my choice is pretty clear. If anyone wants me to go back to the old way, let me know, but for now:

Until next time, let's enjoy what life has to offer!!

[uu-bookclub]

Welcome to Undead Unluck Book Club!!

This is a project I've been wanting to do for a long time, and I'm wicked excited to finally be here!

In UU Book Club, I'm going to be reading one chapter at a time, posting screens and talking about the story and my theories as I go. My goal is to point out small details and foreshadowing for long-term fans while keeping things spoiler-safe for first time readers who want to follow along with me!

Before we start, a few things:

I'll be using the official Shonen Jump translation for my read through. We'll be sticking with their localization choices!

I might mention the anime occasionally, but I think it's best as a companion to the manga, rather than your main experience. It's a fun watch, rough pacing and all, but there are differences here and there that might change how you see the story.

I want to keep my posts safe for first time readers, so any spoilers will be clearly labelled and placed behind a read more.

I'll try to tag things appropriately, but there's some content in UU that's so ubiquitous that it's impossible to avoid. There may be untagged blood, gore, dismemberment, suicidal action, or body horror on this blog. If you struggle with this content, I suggest treading lightly until you know how you handle the way UU presents it. Prioritize your comfort and mental health!

Speaking of content warnings: early in the story, there are two moments where Andy gropes Fuuko and two instances where she voluntarily presses her chest against someone to fight. After the second major arc, the element is dropped entirely. I understand that this is a deal-breaker for many readers, so I wanted to warn about it ahead of time and make it clear that it is not a continuing theme in Undead Unluck. I found I could handle this content in context and it hasn't impacted my enjoyment of the series as a whole, but everyone has different limits and I want you to be well-informed if you decide to give it a try.

With all that said, if you're ready to join me... let's get reading!

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Undead Unluck Theory

So I've been reading Undead Unluck since the beginning, but I haven't actually ever joined the fandom, (i.e., the contents of this blog may be Old News to everyone and/or everyone hates it and I just didn't realize...) but I was showing the anime to a friend and trying to explain my UU theory, so I googled and couldn't find anyone who had laid out something like this. If it already exists, apologies, but this is my version of what UU is all about.

Undead Unluck is a story about writing.

Spoilery things ahead!

The most important thing to know about Undead Unluck is that it's a story-within-a-story. An embedded narrative. Our characters are stock archetypes who are barely on the cusp of learning that they are in a story.

The main story outline stays the same as the author goes through various iterations and edits (aka Loops), testing out new ideas and often scrapping them. Characters evolve into different versions of themselves as the author edits. Our settings are varied as if the author were trying to fit all kinds of different genres into one story. AND THEY ARE!

Suggested listening, btw:

The Author, AKA God, adds variables to the story in the form of rules.

For example, a children's book about a goldfish has no need to mention that there is an entire galaxy of stars in the sky. The goldfish doesn't need to know. The readers don't care. It's irrelevant. That rule can be omitted from a story.

When the author changes the story, for instance, to make the story about a goldfish who goes into outer space, suddenly they need to add the concept of a galaxy, along with all the ancillary ideas (i.e., UFOs).

With their pencil eraser or backspace button, the author changes the reality for ALL of the characters in the work, so that the existence of outer space becomes a Known Thing in-universe. No biggie. It's always been that way, as far as they know. The instant the author changes something, it's done.

This Hand of God kind of author appears in other ways, like the way the Union members arrive via a crack in the sky. They literally fall from the sky like characters in the Barbie movie.

The crack in the sky is a wall-break, but it's not the fourth wall that's broken. It's the wall between the author and the characters!

Remember that cartoon where Daffy Duck argues with the animator's hand? Characters are just playthings for the author. They can be dressed up or imperiled just because.

When you begin to read UU from this perspective, some characters seem more sentient than others.

The characters are tired of being screwed over. They're tired of suffering. They're tired of being tested for no reason. Can't God just give them an easy life? Do all characters hate their authors this much?

Ragnarok is when the author effectively overturns the dollhouse and starts a new story with the same characters, settings, and themes, but adding the kind of slight variations that an author's idle mind might create. The basic "frame" of the dollhouse remains, but we can try out new scenarios like:

"What if X met Y in another time or place?"

"How would X be different if they'd grown up in a harsher or easier environment?"

"What if X was a villain?"

And so the author begins again, pitting their characters in new situations to observe and see how they react. Authors love that shit. Just look at all the ask blogs on tumblr!

Authors enjoy looking at their characters from new perspectives. Even the bad ones! Many times, an author has had a character (say...Victor) in their imagination for a long time, but the character evolves into a slightly different version of themselves (Andy). It's natural to want to keep both versions of this character. And since this is the author's dollhouse, they can do whatever they want, even if this confuses and disturbs Andy/Victor.

Victor and Juiz are, I think, God's starter OCs. Their story is one of seriousness, mystery, and a romance with unresolved tension. They want to be together; we want them to be together; but the author won't let them be happy because keeping that tension burning is what makes the story good. Of course they had a falling out! Of course they're eternally separated in a tragic and beautiful way. After all, they were the main characters for a long time.

You're probably saying, "This theory can't work because we've SEEN God! We've seen Luna!" My idea is that Luna and God are two aspects of the author.

God (Sun) as the author as a writer: Makes brutal changes, can delete everything, loves to start over and test the characters in different environments, never satisfied with the ending.

God wants to make things HARDER for the characters because they are trying to write an interesting shonen story.

God (Luna) as the author as a reader: Authors also like to sit back and read their own works. Sometimes they have a nice cup of tea with them. The tea signifies that Luna is acting as a reader.

Luna, as a reader, has gotten attached to the characters. They want them to succeed. They are trying to make things EASIER for the characters bc they're emotionally invested in the story. Luna also keeps the memories of past rough drafts in the form of artifacts that can be used to bring back discarded story elements.

I don't think either Sun nor Luna truly understand that our characters are capable of suffering, btw.

Luna and God are in a competition with themselves, just like the internal struggle of an author as they want to:

Create an interesting story that will be a success. To get the story "right" and fully explore all the possibilities

but also

2. Just have fun with the characters and help them reach the end of the story.

Killing God means finding a final end to the story so that the characters can have a stable existence. The characters can achieve this by resisting the author's attempts to rewrite.

So, that's the gist of my insanity. I have a bit more in the drafts if anyone is interested in hearing more. I would enjoy doing a read-through blog someday, but I thought I might test the waters with my theory first.

[sweetimpurity]

HIS CHEST OH-

SFW

When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.

When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.

When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.

When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.

NSFW

When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.

When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.

MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav

[scarareg]

Undead Unluck manga readers,I need their help,will Andy's sexual assaults on Fuuko stop? Because it makes me kinda uncomfortable

[isu-desu]

Daily Andy! Day (76/100)

Dance

[animehouse-moe]

Just a little heads up regarding the sexual humour in Undead Unluck in the manga it’s gone after a couple of chapters in the beginning. If you were to take a look at the story now and look at the beginning you wouldn’t think it’s the same story. So it’ll probably be a few episodes until it goes away. I felt the same when I first started reading it and now watching the anime I find it cringe because I kinda blocked it out 😭 but it’s still a good story with great characters I like how the studio is adapting it. Hope you enjoy future episodes :) also looking forward to your reviews !!

Well isn't that some good news haha.

It's good to hear that because the narrative structure and world is immediately appealing through these first two episodes. The author is clearly intelligent in how they do things because of how they paired up the two negators in this episode, in my opinion.

Sticking characters together with similar abilities is an easy way to confuse characters and readers/viewers alike, because where one ability ends and the other begins can be a bit of a hazy line, and they use Fuuko to represent that in contrast to Andy. It's also very nice to see them immediately go for a negation that isn't too simple since it gives viewers something to mull over for next week.

Apparently this has turned into a full blown rambling of my thoughts once more, so let me hide the rest because of talking theory haha

On the topic of negators and their abilities, I personally feel like Shen's negation is has something to do with desire or impulse. Their negation can be seen as "simple" when you look at it in just Fuuko's context (or even Andy's as well if you're not really paying attention. While it might sound similar to how Andy describes it as "will", Shen's hint of it being a power that works on "your deep psyche". Will is the representation of something much more shallow. Sort of like the idea of conscious will vs unconscious impulse.

Anyways, an example of where things get jumbled up is Shen is able to cause Fuuko to run in reverse, which is a surprisingly similar feat to how he allows Andy to aim for his weak point so that he can "invert" Andy's actions like Fuuko. But it can't just be the act of reversal, as Andy ends up frozen by Shen when he hesitates about killing him.

If I were to try and explain it in my own words, Shen is negating the instinct of the characters. Fuuko didn't think about running to Andy, she just did it. Andy didn't "think" about not killing Shen, he physically hesitated. That sort of thing.

Anyways, to bring a long story short here, the depth expressed so quickly with Negators shows a lot of potential in how the author is approaching the concept which is great to see. Oh, and also thanks to Shen's dialogue towards the end of the episode, their power works on looking at the individual. You could argue that it's "eye contact", but Andy's fight vs Void shows that mutual eye contact isn't a requirement (though Shen does only close a single eye once during the sequence, so it's shown that you don't need both eyes on the target for it to work).

But I'll got a step further regardless. Immediately, the benign rule of 10 Negators in the Union poses an interesting question. Why only ten? Personally, it sounds like someone, or something is using the Union as puppets to cull and control the negators around the world. You might say, "well that makes sense", but it doesn't. If the Union can wield Negators as a weapon, why would they kill them, and why would they so quickly accept the people that killed Union members as their replacements?

It reeks of an unseen hand controlling negators and their population through the Union, but aside from a group in direct opposition of the Negators, I'm not sure what it would be. I'd have a hard time believing it's a Negator that's at the head of this plot, but it's not like we have any examples of people that are whatever the opposites of a negator would be called.

The thing that confuses me the most though is the seats. Ten seats at a table that resembles a clock (where are the other two?), and I can't help but be reminded of the clock in the first episode's cold open, as well as the visuals that appeared when the clock struck midnight (does removing the last two seats of twelve have something to do with the visuals, or with Andy and Fuuko specifically?). Could a doomsday be in the cards, or is it something to do with a Negator that can control time? Or am I just reading way too far into this?

Only manga readers will know I guess, which makes it even funnier that this is responding to someone who read the manga. I just couldn't help but mull over my thoughts here though so I hope you don't mind.

So yeah, past the very rough and prickly humor here, these first two episodes have a lot going for them in reassuring me that there's a really good story ready to unfold.