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alllgator-blood · 3 hours ago

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I need to ask, because of it I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT.

How do you make, not only long comics, but also VERY FAST. Like- I read one part that has 2/3 like pictures and then next day are again 2 or 3 and I'm like grabing my head and just screaming HOW??? (Also these comics are very yummy and I feel like getting stabbed after each one but in a good way cuz I like being stabbed (Kallamar got a bit too relatable in that one comic 💔))

THAT'S REALLY IMPRESSIVE AND ALSO SHOCKING FOR ME. Like- what is your secret??? 🤨🤨🤨

HAHAHA OH GOD I DID NOT THINK I WAS VERY FAST BUT- I'll try to do a list of tips I thought of off the top of my head, in case any of these help you or anyone else??? I try to not gatekeep anything I do because I think the world needs more comics honestly, so I tend to ramble a lot when giving advice.

click the read more to unleash many paragraphs of tips:

Okay these tips aren't 100% about being fast but also being efficient/keeping a good pace, I hope that's okay!

1: Originally the first tip was "draw every day even if only a little bit, so you don't lose steam" but I'm sure everyone has said that at some point. So I'll just say I Pavlov myself into drawing better by having little "rituals". Liiike...the only time I have energy drinks is when I draw. Or the only time I light candles is when I draw. I have specific songs I put on when I START drawing to get me into the Zone. I find that when certain circumstances are met, it helps the time fly by 'cause I stay focused enough to keep a steady pace. After a while of doing those things when you start drawing for the day, it tricks the brain into going "oh shit, we're drawing now? aight bet" and then you just. Go

2: SETTING DEADLINES FOR SURE HELPS. It's definitely nice hearing from people that there's no Real Pressure on me when I post comics...for free...of characters I have no obligation to draw...just for the enjoyment of doing it. BUT I work best when I have a fire lit under my ass, so I set deadlines like "I need to post this on saturday/sunday at noon so the algorithm will actually let people read this comic". I usually slip those into a description so it's a very casual announcement and I feel okay with postponing it if necessary, rather than making a text post like "NEW COMIC SATURDAY!!1" and then feeling terrible if I can't finish it in time. Lmao

3: I just fuckin GO when I make a draft. Like for this new comic I'm working on, I just sat down and started drawing like the world was gonna end; there's a lot of panels with very off model characters/wonky anatomy because I just wanted to sketch enough for future me to get the idea. I try not to look back on my progress for any reason besides continuity, because then I see how long the comic's getting and I sweat bullets. Literally so many comics have been ditched because I got spooked thinking about how hard it'd be to finish them. So if you just shut your brain off and don't think about the technicalities of it, just keeping mind the story you want to tell- it's SO much easier to complete. Breaking comics into parts is ABSOLUTELY necessary for completion :')

4: Maybe the most important piece of advice I learned from a published comic artist, is that people are gonna look at your comic panels for an average of like 10-20 seconds and will move on to the next. You don't wanna spend hours on a single panel that basically only exists to convey a tiny bit of the plot. So I like to draw just *enough* to convey the general environment/mood, but not feel obliged to put in a million little extra details. I really hate doing backgrounds but my art, to me, feels incomplete without them. So I'll add like PART of a room or a general Nature area just to say hey, this takes place in the temple/outside/whatever! As long as your story is engaging and the pacing is comfortable, I don't think people will mind (or notice) if you take shortcuts.

5: I listen to specific things to help maintain a good speed while not being distracting or understimulating. During the sketch stage, I usually have something slow/instrumental going so I can focus on the little movie that plays in my head and draw what I feel like a scene would look like. It also helps not distract me from what they're saying. For tasks like lining/coming up with color schemes/reworking dialogue, I have something more stimulating playing but not like distracting, so a video essay I've already watched or fast music I already heard a lot of times. THEN for the absolute fucking slog that is the coloring stage, I blast shitty breakcore or put on an actually interesting video so I can zone out while I click my mouse ten billion times to fill in all the colors >:)

Basically, comics are funny to me because it's like a frantic fucking race to the finish line before your motivation completely abandons you. There's been a few comics where I was ABSOLUTELY sick of even looking at them, I think it was specifically "in little ways, everything stays" where the comic itself is sweet and inoffensive but OMFG. I WAS SO TIRED OF DRAWING GRASS AND REWORKING DIALOGUE. KALLAMAR AND LESHY JUST HUG IT OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DRAWING.

This post probably reads like "I HATE COMICS!! I HALF ASS THEM TO GET THROUGH!!" but I really do love making them and it's kinda the only thing I like doing nowadays, so the other aspect of why I get them done fast comparatively is just that it's what I spend all my free time doing. Some comics take weeks of me working on them daily to finish them, because working on them is my main coping skill rn so it always feels worth doing. I know it can't last forever so I try to just get as many stories as I can out before my circumstances change! Maybe don't be motivated by fear of the future though. Just do these because it's fun and people love reading your comics :') I KNOW I DO

In any case- here are the lines for the beginning of the new comic, I KNOW you love the funny squid so here's mine as a kid flexing on narinder for being able to summon his crown weapon:

#river rambles #this got very long.....#I have a lot to say about comics idfk

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rabidline · 3 days ago

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Shoma Uno's Interview, after Ice Brave 2025 First Day (14 June 2025)

Full Transcript in Japanese by World Figure Skating: https://worldfigureskating-web.jp/news/13417/2/

Nikkan Premium (paid): https://www.nikkansports.com/premium/sports/figure/news/202506140001795.html

— What are your thoughts after finishing the first day?

Honestly, I'm surprised to be surrounded by even more people now than when I won the World Championships twice (laughs). But setting that aside (laughs), we created this ice show from scratch, and it wouldn't have reached this level of quality through my efforts alone. I received so much support from so many people. And it wasn't just business-related support—people went above and beyond, doing more than what was required.

There are only seven of us performing this show, and it's that very fact—being just seven—that made it both possible and extremely difficult. But everyone stuck with it until the end, and because of that, we were able to have an incredible opening day.

Also, this kind of demanding ice show is really hard to get through physically, but the applause and cheers from the audience kept us going. Of course, we’re doing this to entertain everyone, but their applause and cheers made it enjoyable for us, too. I feel like we created a true win-win show.

— Was there a particularly memorable number or program?

After finishing, I was reflecting, and I’d say Ice Brave had no real "rest" moments. We put a lot of time and effort into every part of it. While I’m the main skater, the other six aren’t just supporting cast or ensemble. I think of them as equal teammates. So there’s no single highlight—I can proudly say, “All of it.”

�� You had an ice dance scene with Marin Honda as well.

Doing it made me realize how different ice dance is from singles. I could only apply about 10–20% of the skills I developed in singles—it was really tough. It wasn’t just a collaboration piece; since this was my first time producing an ice show, I wanted to try new challenges and create something that stood on its own as a complete program.

I’m confident I can grow even more, but I also feel proud of how hard I worked. The applause felt like praise for all the practice I’ve done up until now (smiles). With singles, it was always about how much time you put into a program and what result you got. Of course, there were nerves back then too, but you rarely get moments where you hear that kind of cheering and applause. It felt amazing to skate today.

— How did it feel to open the show in your hometown, Aichi?

Even as I was exiting the rink, I felt so grateful that so many people came to watch. We held long rehearsals to deliver something truly special to the audience. Since this was my first time doing so many things, there were lots of mistakes, lots of trial and error. But thanks to a lot of help, we managed to create something wonderful.

For me to be able to say it was “wonderful” means I gave everything I could right now. Doing this show at Morikoro Park, a familiar place… ah, I’m no good (laughs). I’m too exhausted to speak fluently right now, sorry (laughs).

— Were there any programs you felt you were able to brush up since your competitive days?

The concept of the show was centered around my competitive programs. It’s about me in the present revisiting those past pieces. We even had a land-based dancer do some choreography, which pushed me into areas I hadn’t explored before. Since I’ve spent every day honing my skating skills, I decided to take on the things I’d been neglecting.

Ice Brave was created as the first step into that journey. I don’t know if I’m really answering your question, but every piece has its own memories—like “this was super hard, so let’s have Stéphane (Lambiel) do it” (laughs), or Boléro, which I finally felt came together after a year, so I saved it for the end. See You Again is super old, but it’s a good program.

Looking back at all the different styles I’ve done, I’ve discovered what I’m good at and what I struggle with. I also gained experience in how to teach programs I’m not even skating in myself, which was a valuable learning experience.

— Do you ever feel nostalgic for your competitive career?

Not at all (laughs). Honestly, when I was competing in singles, it always felt like I was being chased every day—that intensity was great in its own way. It’s not that I miss or don’t miss being active, but rather, skating alone felt lonely. I skated Loco (Balada para un Loco) solo, but I really enjoy working together with others, building something in the same direction. After today’s opening night, I felt like I now find more fulfillment and joy in that shared experience.

— How did Stéphane Lambiel’s skating look to you?

Stéphane is 40 now, right? And he’s incredibly energetic! The quality of his performance at 40 is amazing. I mean, he’s doing the programs I used to do as a competitive skater (laughs). That’s seriously impressive.

Before he joined us, we were all working hard, but once he did, everything lit up. It became a space full of laughter—and also, rehearsals stopped progressing (laughs). Half-joking, half-serious (laughs). But that’s how fun the space became.

Even though he jokes around, he picks things up quickly and puts in real effort. You can really see his determination to make the show great, even if it means pushing himself. He’s more than just a coach—he’s more like a close friend, and that’s how I’ve always seen him.

— When did you start practicing ice dance?

Around October of last year, I changed skates and started from there. Not every day, but I practiced when I could. From the beginning, I knew I wanted to include one ice dance piece in the show, so I made that request early on.

— Why did you choose Loco (Balada para un Loco) as a solo, and Legends as a duet with Lambiel?

For Loco, well… half the reason is that I liked the piece back when I was competing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to recreate the same quality right now, but I thought maybe I could bring out a different version that’s unique to who I am today.

Since Ice Brave is a show that traces my journey, I wanted to include programs that viewers have emotional connections to. Some were ones that left strong impressions; others were programs I struggled with, and that’s why I chose Loco.

As for Legends, I’m not sure—it just had a good reputation (wry smile). I’ve heard people say they liked it, but I can’t view myself objectively, so I don’t know how “great” it really is. But I’ve received positive feedback from others, including fellow skaters, so I figured, “Well, let’s include it.”

We were also considering skating Gravity together, but… ah, you can tell I’m struggling to talk about things I don’t feel strongly about (laughs). Through a process of elimination, and because it’s a good and popular program, we decided, “This works, right?” Something like that. Sorry (laughs).

— Any interest in returning to competition through ice dance?

When we decided to do ice dance, I didn’t want it to be seen as just a collaboration piece, so getting questions like this actually makes us happy.

What I’ve realized through trying ice dance is that everyone’s level is really high—it’s an incredible discipline. I don’t mean this in a disrespectful way, but I hope we can continue to build something that’s truly great as a pair in this show, to the point where we could be seen as real ice dancers.

— Who leads during ice dance? Do you call out to each other?

Not really. Especially during spins. Seriously, it’s harder than it looks. Just doing one rotation is a challenge. I hope people can understand just how difficult it is. It’s really tough. Everything easily goes off alignment.

— Who taught you ice dance?

(Kenji) Miyamoto-sensei used to do ice dance, so he taught us. We also learned bits and pieces from various people when we could. Kazuki Kushida had dabbled in ice dance too, so we asked him some things as well. That’s how it went.

#shoma uno #figure skating #fs #ice brave #ice brave 2025 #marin honda #stephane lambiel #kenji miyamoto #kazuki kushida #i want to post this on reddit but i got banned for using too much vpn hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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magicalqueennightmare · 3 days ago

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Got You- Pt 1/3

John Walker x Reader (nicknamed Talon with black canary style powers)

Trying to ignore your feelings for one of your teammates is easier said than done when you’re assigned to play spouses on a mission

Mention of violence? Dirty thoughts?

You were stretched out across one of the mats in the gym, cooling down after a workout. You’d already done your stretches and was considering whether or not Bucky would actually carry you to your room again if he found you asleep here like he did last time when the door opened. You turned your head to the side to see it was in fact not that super soldier walking in but one of the other ones that resided in the watchtower alongside you.

John stopped as soon as he was in the room, a smirk slipping onto his face “Talon, are you awake?” you waved a hand to let him know you were indeed conscious “Just cooling down before I talk myself into going to my room to shower” “Let me guess, you didn’t bring a second water bottle despite knowing you always drink twice as much as any of us because of your powers” he scolded and you rolled your eyes “You’re not the boss of me Walker”

He shook his head and you watched as his broad frame got closer to you, blocking the overhead light as he leaned down and placed his water bottle next to your head “Cool down. You need it more than I do” it was true his serum did help his body regulate temperature a bit more but he could still dehydrate and you had already drank one water bottle worth. “It’s fine John” you assured him with a smile. He raised an eyebrow “Take a swig or two. At least”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, staring up at him. He was a sight indeed. Those damn work out shorts he wore around that he definitely didn’t need to along with that black compression shirt. He’d be stripping the shirt off soon enough and you really needed to be gone before then. That damn serum gave him and Bucky both fairly good hearing.

“You don’t mind drinking after me?” you teased, reaching for the water. He winked at you “I’m confident you don’t have any spreadable diseases. Hell with the way you and Yelena share food she’d be dead by now” you laughed and took a few long swigs of his water. He nodded approvingly then took the bottle back “Good girl” you were glad you had already swallowed the water by then or you probably would have spit it out. Damn him. He held his hand out once he was sure you had the water down, “I’m not carrying you to your room like Bucky but I will offer you a hand up” you slipped your hand into his “I’ll take what I can”

He easily pulled you to your feet, thumb tracing circles onto the back of your hand. You felt your face warm slightly before the moment broke and you both pulled away from each other “I’m gonna go shower” you mumbled and he nodded “I’m gonna work out.”

You headed for the door of the gym, just barely stopping to grab your empty water bottle and towel on the way out of the door. You’d developed a crush of sorts on John. You hadn’t meant to, lord knows you’d fought it. When this rag tag team had first formed everyone had their opinions on each other but then Valentina fucked up by shoving all of you together.

The whole lot of you slowly learned how your broken pieces fit together. How one of your jagged edges may meet up with the others. Three super soldiers, an enhanced human, a former assassin, Bob who held two extremely strong beings within his form and you, a metahuman who never knew you carried the gene until you were mugged as a teenager and accidentally leveled three city blocks. Shield had a field day with that one.

Over the time all of you had inhabited the same place, worked the same missions and just came to be a unit. John had peeled away that arrogant persona he tried to push forward. He wasn’t really that man. You noticed from day one that man never failed to put everyone in front of him where he was in the line of fire first. He came back for his team, he did things like spot cactus berries while Ava and Yelena were talking and offered to share with all three of you.

He’d done wrong, he’d made mistakes but a lot of his mistakes stemmed from the fact that the government trained him to do a job and when he did that job well they praised him to no end. When he was no longer a useful tool and needed mental help they threw him away.

He cooked for everyone, even making separate dishes if one person just wasn’t up to actual food but still needed sustenance. The plus side was he was actually a good cook. He made sure he kept up on his child support to Olivia, even if she still wasn’t confident in his mental state enough for him to see JL. He called Lemar’s mother every sunday if he wasn’t on a mission and if he was he called her as soon as he could once the mission was wrapped.

You hadn’t ever downright hated John like a lot of people had simply because of the amount of people that had judged you for something that happened when you were a teenager. You had so much blood on your hands before you could ever legally vote. All any of you could do now was try to move forward.

When it came to you, John was sweet? Nearly soft but not enough to make you feel like he was handling you with gloves like so many people had. Your friendship had blossomed over nights where neither of you could sleep, snatching phones out of each other’s hands when bad articles came out so neither of you could drown in it, unconsciously defending each other.

When you made it back to your room you shoved the door open and slipped in before letting it slide closed with a hiss. Yeah you just needed a shower and to get your mind off the resident blonde haired super soldier.

John knew he was beginning to feel more than friendship for you and he didn’t know how to feel about that. He accepted that his divorce had long since been finalized, that his marriage was over but it felt… almost like cheating. Not to mention, you were gorgeous and sweet. You truly cared about people no matter what you’d gone through at Shield’s hand. You had no issue jumping in front of your team to protect them. Your sonic scream was nothing short of amazing to witness at times. It stunned multiple enemies at once, incapacitating them. He’d even seen you use it to shatter objects like weapons being wielded, damage buildings and once use it as a sonic barrier.

The only downside to it was your team had to make sure you had a partner because you would push yourself to the point of exhaustion in every single fight if need be to give them the advantage, no matter the cost to your own body. He’d had to carry you back to the jet more than once.

Why would he tangle you up in the train wreck that was him? No, he’d never do that to you. He cared about you far too much.

“Bucky, what the actual fuck?” you sat across the table staring down the metal armed super soldier who was one of your closest friends on this earth. “It’s him or Alexei darlin” he offered with a shrug and you groaned, running your hands down your face. “So, it’s an undercover. We’ll be going in as buyers for some missiles” he nodded “Buyer is a sucker for the good old fashioned American couple” you rolled your eyes “Has John been debriefed on this?” “Debriefed on what?” came from the semi open door behind you and you damn near jumped across the table, a hand covering your mouth on instinct as a reaction to getting spooked.

You wordlessly held out the folder in your hand. John took it with a raised eyebrow, you could see his eyes moving as he skimmed over the page. “Doesn’t seem like it should be too big of an issue Talon. I mean is it really that hard to act like you like me for a couple days?” you cut your eyes at Bucky who smirked “Yeah Talon, is it?”

You rolled your eyes “I’ve had enough training to pull off damn near any act” you didn’t miss the slight fall of John’s shoulders but he kept the playful grin on his face “Good, honey. Then I guess we need to hit the jewelry side of the armory to pick our wedding bands” you groaned inwardly at the idea. Valentina kept a small vault within the armory that consisted of enough jewelry to stock a small store. It was for galas, undercovers and any situations she didn’t want all of you “looking like you’re avengers yet too poor to have proper accessories”

“I like silver” you offered with a shrug as you stood, taking the folder out of his hand and brushing past him to leave the office. You heard him chuckle low and heard Bucky say “Good luck. We’ll give you two the first day to settle and make initial contact then we’ll set up our surveillance nearby to move in once he trusts you enough.” “Copy that” you hollered over your shoulder considering you were damn near to the elevator. John shook his head and barely had to jog to catch the door with one hand before it closed.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to tuck yourself into the far corner. He stood about half a foot away from you and was quiet for a moment before reaching over to hit the emergency stop. “John, what the hell?” you pushed yourself off the wall, going for the emergency stop but he moved in front of you, blocking your path. “Why are you so mad you have to pretend to be my wife for a week tops?”

“Because I hate these kind of ops” you muttered, eyes dropping to not fall into those damn blue eyes of his that seemed to reflect even the least amount of light. He scoffed lightly “You didn’t mind when you were Ava’s girlfriend or Bucky’s mistress. Why the sudden attitude at being my wife?”

You lifted your eyes to his, a shiver running through you when you realized just how close your bodies were “I don’t want to trudge up any bad memories for you John” you admitted finally and his face softened “Oh” “Yeah, oh” you whispered, sliding around him to hit the emergency stop so the elevator would lurch back to moving.

He remained silent when the elevator stopped on the armory floor. You stepped out and he followed you to the vault, waiting while you typed in your code and let it run your prints. Once it clicked open you waved a hand “After you husband dear” he grinned slightly “Yes ma’am”

He walked in so you followed him. The wedding bands were on a top shelf so he had to pull them down. He sat them down on the counter and opened them “Your pick honey” you shook your head and looked into the small chest. You ran your fingers over them until you found an elegant looking silver band in your size. “This will work. What size is your ring finger?” he told you so you looked through the men’s until you found one that matched yours. You closed the chest back but then he was pulling another one down. You knew your confusion was plainly written across your face so he tapped your finger “You need a diamond too. I’m not exactly gonna give you just a band. I didn’t even do that when I was in my early twenties”

You shook your head “Fine, go ahead” he nodded “What size?” you told him so he shifted where you couldn’t see what ring he was picking. He closed the chest and put both back up on the shelf. He reached for your band and you rolled your eyes again “John! I can put my own rings on”

“I know” he teased, holding your left hand a little too gently as he slipped the band on first, followed by a gorgeous diamond. Your eyes widened “That thing is beautiful” he seemed proud of himself at your words “Nice to know I can still pick a ring”

You laughed and reached for his hand “Well I might as well do this” when your hand brushed against his larger one you felt him shiver slightly. “You ok?” you asked and he smiled “Yeah” you sighed and opened his hand, laying the ring in the palm of it “Why don’t you just wait and put this on at the last moment? I’m used to wearing a lot of rings so a couple more isn’t gonna bother me too much”

He smiled softly “It’s nothing to do with you sweetheart” you nodded “I know” but still reached down to shift your rings from your left hand to your right. When he noticed you shrugged “Just until we get everything together” “Let’s get on that. Our reservation to check in for the suite is a nine” “And in Paris?” you asked and he nodded “Yelena is gonna drop us. We’ll take a car in”

You trudged into the suite after John, grateful he’d grabbed all of the bags. You hated these style of heels, this style of dress was annoying you and you just wanted a hot shower and some sleep. “Mr & Mrs Lewis” you wanted to drown yourself in the damned shower and the op was just starting.

“You good?” John asked, eyeing you after he sat down the luggage. You nodded, toeing the heels off, a little moan of contentment leaving you when your bare feet sunk into the soft rug that took up a good amount of the floor. A light blush graced his cheeks and it was only then you realized what you’d done. “I’m um, I’m gonna go shower” “I’ll be out here” he waved around the room so you went to walk past him and he went to move to the other side of the room and that kind of resulted in both of you crashing into each other.

His hands came out to steady your waist, your hands going to his chest and christ why were his eyes that freaking blue? “Thanks” you whispered and he nodded “Yeah” you untangled yourself from him and grabbed your smaller bag before heading into the bathroom.

John watched you go, until the door closed behind you and was already mentally kicking himself. Why had that little moan affected him the way it had? Because it was you. Because he was watching your hair fall down, the little wiggle you gave once your feet was free of those heels. The way you’d had to walk with your hand in his through the lobby. How you’d been calling him baby and he wanted that to be true.

He couldn’t. Fuck he couldn’t. He sank down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands until the sound of the bathroom door cracking open made his head fly up. It was open only enough you could pop your head out and you looked downright embarrassed. “What’s wrong?” he was trying to think of what could have that look on your face. Had that time of the month popped up unexpectedly and you assumed he’d be an ass? Hell he’d do a store run if you needed him to.

“I forgot to pack anything to sleep in. I have the undercover wear. I have my suit. I don’t have anything else and I really don’t think either of us want me sleeping in just my bra and panties” his mouth went dry because now he was getting the mental image of the two of you having to share the king size bed he was currently sitting on with you… nope not going there. “Want one of my shirts? I packed a couple extras” he offered and you smiled hesitantly “Are you sure?”

He grinned “I’m sure” he stood up and walked over to his bag, digging around until he found a couple of his shirts “Want a button down or a tee?” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth and pointed to the blue button down in his hand “That one” he laughed and tossed it to you “How did I not know? You’re always accidentally forgetting a jacket whenever I wear that one” you shrugged “It’s soft and always smells good” you disappeared back into the bathroom before he could overthink the fact that you just told him that one of his favorite shirts always smelled good.

A few moments later the door opened and he had to think about damn near anything to not get hard. Fuck he hadn’t thought this through either, had he? You walked out the bathroom like it was no big deal, like your hair wasn’t falling around your shoulders like a damned halo, like your legs weren’t bared showing that birthmark on your thigh, like seeing you wearing his shirt wasn’t hitting some sort of deeply possessive streak he had no right to feel towards you.

You finally looked up after a moment and smiled “The shower’s empty. Good water pressure too” he nodded dumbly “Good to know” and grabbed some clothes before heading into the bathroom.

You watched John retreat to the bathroom and was wondering if you’d done something to upset him. He was acting a little weird. Maybe it was jet lag? You were damn sure beat. You crawled onto the bed, sliding under the covers and hoping you and John slept on different sides so an argument over that wouldn’t ensue.

You were almost asleep when the bathroom door opened and when you leaned up your thighs clenched together. Fuck. He was wearing a pair of black joggers, riding low on his hips. No shirt, blonde hair darker from the water and a few droplets finding their way down his chest as he towel dried his hair.

You had to swallow twice before you managed to get out “Um is this side of the bed ok?” he looked up and smiled “Of course. Honey, I can sleep anywhere” you nodded and laid back down, trying to ignore the super soldier in the room with you that looked like he walked straight out of every wet dream you’d ever had.

You felt the bed dip under his weight after a moment and when he slipped under the blanket you sighed contently which caused a low grumble of laughter out of him “What was that? Sounds like I got a goddamn cat in the bed” you felt your face warm “I was a little cold. You got under the blanket and it was like a rush of heat”

“So, you’re calling me hot then?” he teased and you shook your head “Fuck off” “That’s no way to talk to your husband” he spoke close to your ear and you titled your head to realize the two of you were close enough one good breath would put your lips touching “Considering none of my relationships have ever lasted. It’s apparent I don’t care about that” he laughed and pressed a kiss right below your ear “Night Talon”

He rolled over so his back was pressed against yours. You wiggled just slightly closer to him, despite yourself “Night John”

You and John had to meet your seller Pierre Jonan around noon at a cafe. He wanted a “casual” meeting to get a feeling of the two of you. You knew what that meant. He wanted civilians around so if you weren’t who you said you were it would be harder to take him. You weren’t interested in just him however. You needed those damned missiles.

At least you had boots on today. The dress and boots were Yelena and Ava approved. Fucking versace, thank you Valentina. You walked along the sidewalk, John slipping his arm around you to shift you around so you were next to the buildings and he was between you and any traffic before he tucked you into his shoulder, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder like he’d been doing it for years. You knew he could feel your eyes on him but he gave nothing away except for that damn smile.

The fact that when you woke up he’d had one arm tucked around your waist and your legs were tangled together under the blanket definitely wasn’t helping your already muddled brain where he was concerned.

You slipped your arm around his waist, laying your head over on his shoulder as you walked. You had to look the part of marital bliss. Even if part of this particular marital bliss was making your fortune off selling weapons of mass destruction. “Easy there sweetheart, might look like you like me” he whispered, featherlight.

You shrugged “I’m a good actor” his laughter rumbled against you.

When the two of you got to the cafe, John held one large hand at your lower back. To any passerbys it would simply look like he was leading you through the crowd, ensuring you don’t get separated but no, it was because you had a gun at your lower back. All he had to do was slip his hand into the small separation between the top and lower part of your dress and he was armed. Same reason your hand hovered towards his side, he had a gun and a couple of your knives on his body.

He spotted Pierre first and tugged you into his side “Barnes mention he’s famous for flirting with the wives?” you glared at him and he grinned “I’ve got you”

The two of you walked over and Pierre stood along with his two bodyguards “Mr Lewis, it is a pleasure and this divine creature must be your wife” he reached for your hand and when he bought it to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles it took every last thing inside of you to suppress a full body shiver.

You tried to gingerly pull your hand away and he held on. Before you had to say anything John’s large hand was covering yours, calloused fingers wrapping protectively around yours. “Yes, she is my wife” he pulled your hand free and Pierre chuckled low “No disrespect of course Mr Lewis” John nodded “Of course. Let’s get down to meeting each other properly”

John kept his arm around your shoulders the rest of the meeting and you tucked yourself fully into his side. Here? You would have no choice but weaponry or hand to hand. Too many people in the cross hairs, too much collateral damage.

The two of you played the part perfectly. The meeting went over well. He invited the two of you to his estate. He was having a “get together” you knew that meant a bunch of rich assholes that did a bunch of illegal shit that their money always got them out of. “It would be our pleasure” John told him with a smile as all of you stood. John and him shook hands and he simply winked at you “I see your husband is quite territorial Mrs Lewis, so I will simply bid you adieu”

“Was a pleasure” you assured him with a sweet smile. John pulled you into his chest as the two of you walked out of the cafe. You needed to get back to the hotel and update the team. You moved next to the buildings so he wouldn’t have to move you and felt his hand slip down to lace his fingers with yours. You looked down at your interlocked hands then back up at him “Gotta play it in public” he offered with a shrug. You didn’t exactly mind but your heart was in for a beating.

John knew he was playing a dangerous game and that game damn sure wasn’t this op. He got pissed when Pierre didn’t let go of you. He wanted to break the bodyguard's face when he saw his eyes linger on your cleavage. When he woke up before you and realized you’d fallen asleep in the damn rings? That had done things to him that it shouldn’t have.

Now? Walking down the street with your hand in his as you pointed out different landmarks and leaned in to tease which ones would be easiest to knock down with a scream he knew the game was getting more and more dangerous because it was getting more real with each moment that passed.

“Sweetheart! Are you listening?” you laughed and he blinked, a grin slipping onto his face “Yeah honey. I’m listening”

The plan was that you and John would go to the “get together”, confirm the missiles then the team would move in to back all of you in taking Pierre down. That also meant that you and John had to be packed so Ava could phase in for your bags and you had to get her to hide your suits somewhere on Pierre’s estate because your evening wear didn’t exactly have the benefit of being slice proof and harder to hit.

You were getting ready in the bathroom while John got ready in the bedroom. You knocked on the door and he whistled to let you know he was decent. You stepped out, holding your shoes in your hand and froze. Damn, why did he have to go with that suit? Navy blue, tailored and good lord he looked amazing. “You look good” you breathed and he grinned “You too honey” then tilted his head “Must say though, I think your zipper being down is a distraction”

You rolled your eyes “I need help with it” “I got you” he assured you, walking over and motioning with his fingers for you to turn around. You did so and felt his fingers brush your skin before he tugged the zipper up into place. He patted your hip gently “All good”

You turned to face him, bracing one hand on his shoulder to slip your shoes on. He shook his head with a laugh “Now I feel like your husband” you winked at him “Naw, I would kiss you for your effort at least”

John wasn’t sure where the filter between his brain and mouth went but he managed to stick his foot squarely in his mouth by saying “I’m not turning down a kiss for my efforts” he half expected you to slap him but no, you got your other shoe on, straightened your dress then leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek “There ya go”

He grinned “Good enough. Let’s go Mrs Lewis” you slipped your arm into his “After tonight I’ll no longer be” he laughed “Add another divorce to my pile” you swatted his chest playfully “Oh hush”

You didn’t have time to get to your suit, your weapons so plan B. You hit the com in your ear and spoke over it “Cover your ears boys and girls” you waited until you heard everyone’s response then ran to the highest point of the hill and took a deep breath. The waves going off of your scream made every guard on the premises drop to their knees, windows shattered and a few people just keeled over.

You could only keep it up for so much longer and Yelena had to land the jet. You spotted the black shadow over head and heard Bucky calling for an evac. You could feel yourself starting to drift but right before you fainted a set of strong arms grabbed you and you were against a firm chest.

John wasted no time moving towards the jet. Ava had grabbed your suit, the missiles were secure. This place would be up in smoke in five minutes time. “John?” you spoke his name softly and he whispered “I got you” you smiled and curled into him. When he got onto the jet he sat down with you in his arms. No one said anything besides Ava asking “Is she ok?”

He nodded “Just wore out from using her scream that long” “She just needs rest and food. She’ll be ok” Yelena assured them and he nodded “I know” he adjusted himself in the seat and you adjusted with him. “So is this a thing now?” Bucky asked and when John glared at him he held up his hands “Just asking man” and walked to the front of the jet.

“I can move” you offered in a small voice and he shook his head “Only if you want” “I don’t” you admitted, eyes dropped like you ashamed of wanting to be in his arms and he understood that. “Hey, it’s ok. I’ve got you” he assured you yet again. You smiled “Thank you” and curled up to his chest. You ended up sleeping most of the way back to New York in that position.

Part 2

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serioussideblog · 1 day ago

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Make no mistake: as silly as this seems, and as much as we all want (and need) to make fun of Trump for this, it’s important to remember that this is the commander in chief and that this is how he’s running things.

So far we haven’t seen the worst of the consequences of these tweets. So yes, keep making fun of him for this, but do so knowing that this is the man in charge of the military, this is the man in the highest rank of the executive branch, this is the man in charge of a whole lot of things, and this is how he’s behaving when he’s the man everyone in the world will look to as a representative of our country.

Think of it this way, fellow Americans: as wrong as it is to assume that the leader of a country is someone everyone in the country agrees with wholeheartedly, that’s how people think, at least when it comes to their first, surface-level thoughts. I’d be yapping all day if I gave all possible examples, but as an example, what pops into your mind when I say…Russia?

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Your mind probably started with “Vladimir Putin”, perhaps followed by the atrocities he’s committed, and then maybe after a while of that you might have thought about how there are people living in Russia that are suffering under Putin’s rule but maybe not. Definitely getting past the first few levels of thoughts is something to work on but that’s another post.

Now that we’ve done that little exercise, think about how other people in other countries are thinking about us right now. They’re thinking that America is a dangerously stupid country, because our leader is choosing not to be smart, and he’s choosing to be stupid in ways that cause harm. Their first, surface-level thinking about us is “Donald Trump”, and that’s probably followed by “that guy put babies in cages, is sending the military after his own people, is restricting rights for women and minorities, and oh yeah, he’s shouting at other countries over social media like that will actually do anything!”

"Mommy, look at me!" energy.

#geopolitics

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parnashiamparapio · 13 hours ago

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Forever their's.

Pairing: vminkook x reader.

Contains: psychotic behaviour, a lot of smut, possessiveness, obsession, yandere behaviour, gore, killing, oral sex, rough sex, threesome, three men sharing same woman. Rich vminkook, countryside girl. Forced proximity, clit play, riding, possessive behaviour. Mention of death.

Summary: A young woman from the countryside, comes to the city of seoul for study - at her aunts and beckmes an obsession not only one but three deadly, insanely handsome and rich bachelors. They will do anything to make her theirs. Either With their wealth, charm, and determination. They will stop at nothing to bring her into their lives, even if it means shattering her innocence and leaving her forever changed. Forever their's even if it includes - killing people.

Chapter eight.

I stretched my arm softly, a soft groan left my mouth. My back is hurting badly. I have been typing on my laptop for three hours, writing down the project. The deadline is near and I wanted to give the best. I shared a mutual conversation with jungwoo — only slight conversation.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

I know the fact that I do anything stupid then others will face the consequences. And I don't want that.

My grandma is still being treated and her surgery is going on. They have been keeping checks on her and I'm glad. At least they are good at this. Knowing the reason I can't rely on anyone except them. They can handle the expense and everything. I want to work hard so i can pay them off. I feel burdened.

Not to mention, their small touches never stop. Sometimes they throw me on their bed and devour me until i forget how to breathe.

They would touch me and clean me gently, they would cuddle me after the sex. Taehyung mostly stays in the mansion with me. He would touch me, shower with me and clean me up. He asks me about my day and has a small talk with me.

He always listens attentively to what i say. Even my words are hatred.

Whenever Jungkook sees me, his lips are on mine. Jungkook doesn't care about his own pleasure, he doesn't care if he comes first— he cares if i did— several times. He also never leaves me dirty, he washes me up, dresses me up, and brushes my hair.

Jungkook makes amazing hair styles.

Taehyung would call the maids to bring food when I'm too sore to move.

Recently i got to know from Jimin that aunt and min-ah has been shifting to New York. And they have been dealing with their business there. I don't know if it's true or not.

But I don't think they care about their mother at all — let alone the sister.

No matter how much i run, from myself and my feelings for them. In the end it's always me and my thoughts. I can't help but feel a little vulnerable when I'm with them.

Not all girls like heroes. I was fated to be bonded with the Villains. Who'll put me ahead of everyone — including themselves.

They are extremely compulsive, their emotions, temper and love.

I sighed softly, and rubbed my temple feeling a headache forming. I grabbed menstruation cycle pills — i feel like I'm close to my periods. Which is good.

I have been taking pills.

Birth control.

These bastards whenever they are intimate, they fill inside me. If i get pregnant then it's worse, worse to leave them.

I opened YouTube and saw a few slides of cupcakes. I love cupcakes — back then i used to make it with my grandma. The sudden cravenness was overwhelming.

I opened my desk and take out a small diary, i wrote so many small recipes to make instead of eating snacks. I went downstairs. I was currently in black soft sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants.

I greeted the maid softly not wanting to scare her as her back was facing me. "Can you tell me where the baking things are?" I told her specific things about the cupcakes. She smiled softly and nodded. She placed all the things on the kitchen marble.

It was almost 7:45 pm, but anyways.

I gently talked with her while baking and mixing the batter. Asking how long she has been working and other things she loves to do etc etc.

"Can you pass me the butter miss?" I spoke softly without turning around. When i heard nothing i frowned and looked behind.

"Want this?" Jimin held the butter in his hand. I nodded and looked at him. Jimin walked towards me. Jimin was in black simple black t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. And black cap on his head. His silver chain showing.

"Why are you dressed in all black?" I couldn't help but ask, Jimin handed me butter and put it inside the bowl. Mixing the cupcake batter. Jimin said nothing and leaned on the kitchen marble and looked at me.

"You know what time is it right?" He asked looking at me.

"Yeah? Around 8?" I said like a matter-of-fact tone.

"It's time for dinner and You're eating these cupcakes. "

"I was craving it."

"Crave me, instead."

I glared into his dark eyes and he smirked.

"I'd rather crave cupcakes than you." I grumbled under my breath and mixed the batter. I cracked an egg and mixed it. Jimin came behind me sneaking his arm around my waist pulling me closer to his chest — snuggling against my neck. Inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good, always do." Jimin mumbled against the skin of my neck. "Jimin, let go. I'm working." I tried to wiggle out from his grasp.

I can feel him grinning against my neck. "Am i distracting you, angel eyes?" He pressed my bottom against his bulge. I take a sharp inhale. "Feel that?" He whispered against my ear, kissing the back of my ear.

These guys are always horny.

I slightly pushed him away, and grabbed the baking container. Applying oil and butter paper, i pour all the batter inside the container and put it inside the convection microwave. And applied the limit — i hope it turns out yummy.

Jimin opened the chocolate, he was about to eat it. I gasped softly and snatched it away — "hey, you can't eat this. This is for the cupcake topping." I frown softly. "

"Well I'm craving something sweet." He murmured leaning down staring at my lips. "You can help me tho."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Dammit.

He smirked. "Now now you can't back off can you, in the end you always end up what we want anyways." He smiled, and licked his lips. His eyes kinda vanished the way he smiled.

"Too bad I don't want you, nor I'll help you to feed you for your 'sweet treat' nor I'll share my cupcakes with you." I crossed my arms and looked at him.

Jimin yanked my closer with the hem of the collar shirt, i gasped softly. I could smell his musk scent with a hint of something sweet. I looked up at his eyes.

"Aren't you talking back way too much?" He murmurs against my lips. He caressed my lower lips softly. "How's your project going?"

"It's going good." I said barely over the whisper, too bothered by the closeness. "Just good?" He demanded an answer, and wanted to know more. I nodded and gulped.

I nibbled my lower lips softly looking at him.

"Don't do that unless you want to be fucked in this goddamn kitchen." His jaw clenched and his voice came out strained and i know he wasn't joking around.

"You guys know nothing except that."

"When we have a woman like you in our life. We can't think of straight, baby."

"I wish I'd never met you, and them." I whispered, Jimin tucked loose strand behind my ear and caressed contour of my cheeks softly. Caressing them gently like I'm some delicate doll.

Jimin's lips brushed against my forehead "I'll meet you again and again if i have to. To see you, to look at you, to touch you, to drown in your hazel brown eyes. "

My heart thudded at uncontrollable speed.

I'm afraid he'll hear it, it was so loud. I could hear it in my ears.

"Can't stop thinking about you." His lips brushed against my cheeks. "Can't stop wanting you." He kissed my jaw. "Can't stop watching you." He kissed my eyelids. "You don't know what you're doing to me do you?"

"If you like me so much, then why do you and the other two act like this?" I asked softly and looked at him.

"Act like what?"

"You know what jimin."

Jimin looked away, not meeting my eyes.

"You guys act like extreme possessiveness, act differently then being gentle all of sudden. I feel suffocate, watched. Threatening me, and people who are trying to get close to me. Why?" I can't help but ask about these things, voice my thoughts that I always wanted to escape.

"You think we choose this? We chose to be like this? It happened angel eyes. Since the day you came — everything changed. And i know one thing. We are never letting you go. Ever."

Tears gathered in my eyes.

Gosh, i hate being so vulnerable all the time.

Before i controlled them, it rolled down my cheeks. Screw these hormones. Being vulnerable In front of this possessive jerks will only give them more power over me.

Jimin dropped his forehead against my mine, our breaths mingle together. "Always so pretty when you cry."

I gulped at his words.

"You're sick." I spat.

"Tell me something I don't know."

There was a small voice in the microwave, the cupcakes were baked. I wiped my wet cheeks and opened the microwave. I was about to take the container.

"Stop." Jimin suddenly said.

I looked at him with a frown.

"Where is the your fucking mind. Wear gloves, you were about to burn your hand." Jimin wore the baking gloves and took out the hot container.

The cupcakes were perfectly baked and smelling good. I sigh in relief and take out slowly each of them.

And Jimin watched me getting excited over the cupcake.

——

I was currently in university, me and Jungwoo were sitting together in our university class room hall. I was kinda nervous about our project - i just really hope that we pass and get points in our upcoming semester. It's almost like free marks and good for our GPA.

The professor was actually in a very sour mood today, he wasn't passing the students that easily. And i was really scared that he wouldn't pass our project either. Cause this is actually free marks.

And he even said if he liked one project a little too much, he'll add some extra marks with an announcement. I looked at jungwoo and he looked at me. He gave me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, partner. We got it." He said softly leaning onto him, showing his fist bump.

I joined my fist with him with a soft bump.

"This was the easiest assignment i gave you - everyone. And this is actually a very poor result. Only if you guys actually focused on it instead of doing the parties."

The professor tsked with annoyance. Everyone looked either disappointed or they didn't care. This university of Seoul is basically the university of 'brats' no one really takes study seriously here.

Except for scholarship students.

Me.

"Anyways, this student actually preformed pretty well. The names are."

I felt my heart thudding.

My heart on my throat.

"Soohee and kang minjung, Min-Hyuk and won-woo, Cyra and Jungwoo and jung minho and jihyun."

A gasped escape my lips.

Oh my god we passed?

I looked at jungwoo, who was pumping his fist in air.

"See i told you" he nudged his shoulder with me gently. "Yeah, you told me" i nodded. "Great work, partner." I smiled at him.

He flipped his imaginary hair.

A giggle left my mouth.

"Sohee and kang minjung and Cyra Maevie and Jungwoo lee. You guys did more than better work. And according to principal as we said about the extra marks for your GPA. He'll decide it." The professor spoke.

All of us nodded.

"For the winners, sir?" Jungwoo asked, and the professor nodded.

"I don't get the concept of this competition." I mumbled.

"It's just a free marks, some people don't give a shit about it either. I don't too, but being you as my partner. Now i do."

I smiled at his words.

"And why is that?"

"You're a nerd." He teases.

I frown. "Whatever you say, I'm better than you."

He gasped and mocked hurt placing hand on his chest. "You wounded me, partner."

"By the way - I'm kinda nervous." I spoke softly looking at him.

Jungwoo frowns and crossed his arms.

"Why? We passed anyways."

"Yeah, i know but standing in front of the hall and they announce the result. It's very - urm i don't know."

Jungwoo held my hand under the desk, interwining hands with me. I gulped softly and looked at him.

"You don't have to worry okay. We are together in this, and trust me. We'll win."

Why this whole thing over a small project. I don't get it.

I heard from other students that, they have to announce some other things too. That's why they are doing this all together.

Makes sense.

Two our teams were standing on the stage, with everyone eyes on us.

I looked around and my eyes locked on Taehyung's.

He was sitting.

On the back, his both arm on his each thighs staring into my soul.

I gulped softly.

Jimin and Jungkook wasn't here. I don't know why tho.

I quickly averted my gaze.

"Good morning students", the principal spoke. The principal continued to speak, but my mind drift backwards to that incident of min-woo case scene.

I'm still very terrified, but I'm more terrified the fact. No one said anything about it. Not even principal. They brushed it off like it's just a normal thing.

No scandal, nothing.

I remember hearing a small news about it, that was an incident and other's were strictly forbidded to not talk about it any further.

An accident.

Nothing more.

That's what they all said.

"We won." Jungwoo shake me gently, i snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him.

"What?"

Jungwoo smiled widely and looked at me. "We won silly - we even won a laptop!"

I blinks slowly and looked around.

We won, we won.

I squealed left my mouth and my actions were impulsive.

Oh no.

I jumped in jungwoo's arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. Smiling, i felt him tensed in my arms by my sudden display of affection. I felt his breath caught in his throat.

Even my own heart skipped a beat.

Before i realized what i was doing, jungwoo's arm instantly wrapped around my waist and he lifted me from the ground with ease.

He chuckled softly against my ear. "We won."

I quickly snap out of my excitement Zone, i slowly get down and he gently puts me down. I brushed my bangs out of my forehead softly.

My cheeks flame. I can feel the exact heat.

Jungwoo showed me his palm, for a high five. Easing the awkwardness from me. I smiled gently and high five him.

My eyes locked on Taehyung's once again.

His eyes were darker than usual.

His jaw clenched. And eyes on mine.

I felt his lips moving forming some words, he mouthed.

"You're so fucking dead."

And i gulped.

My movements were quick and frightening. The ceremony continued to begin. I could still feel his eyes on me, but i just ignored it. I completely tried not to acknowledge his gaze that was leaving me bare and exposed.

I standing on stage with Jungwoo, couldn't help but feel the weight of Taehyung's dark gaze on me. As i remember my arms wrapped around Jungwoo in a spontaneous hug, i couldn't shake the feeling that her actions were leading them all down a dangerous path.

In the audience, Taehyung still watched my every move, his eyes filled with a darkness that both frightened her.

I know, deep down, that he was capable of great harm, his presence a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beneath the surface.

My heart raced as i imagined the consequences of my own actions, the safety of Jungwoo hanging in the balance as i stood there, bare and vulnerable to Taehyung's consuming gaze.

As the performance continued, i felt naked, exposed, and entirely at the mercy of Taehyung's dangerous desire. I knew, in that moment, that i was in over my head, the consequences of my own actions too great to bear.

The students came down, and other students ceremonies began about their own other projects according to their majors. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I took it out and read the message.

My chest heaved, i looked across the room looking at taehyung. Who was staring at me with deadly eyes - there was no hint of any emotion inside his eyes. They were dark and drooling.

"Hey, you okay?" Jungwoo's worried voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. He looked down at me, i nodded and tried to smile.

"Jungwoo, i-i have to leave. Something came up." I quickly took a step back, not caring to explain anything. Before he asks any other questions. I turned around leaving the venue of the university hall.

I was walking down the hallway.

I was yanked off.

I bumped on his chest and looked up at him. Taehyung's grip on my waist and wrist tightened. I gulped and looked at him.

"Taehyung lis-" i was cut off by his walking, and yanking me off with him. "Taehyung, you're hurting me." I winced softly, trying to remove his grip from my hand.

"That's the point, flower. You love to get hurt right? - I'll show you."

We reached taehyung's car and he shoved me inside the passenger seat and buckled my belts.

Taehyung walked towards his driving seat, staring at the engine. He roared. He was practically driving so fast. Everything was so blurry around us, and so was my vision.

"Slow down" i whispered and looked down, tears rolled down my cheeks. I held the handle. Taehyung didn't slow down. Not even a bit.

I could feel his veins popping on his neck and forehead.

His veiny hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Please, slow down." I choked out.

He's mad.

We might die – the way he was driving.

there was always a weird kind of assertiveness in taehyung's voice whenever he voiced his love and craze for you. Almost as if this was normal, always as if he believes in his bones that you were meant to be his.

Like there was nothing wrong with the way they keep you. The way they treat you, locking up, every single thing. It was normal for them.

Taehyung wanted to set the world on fire, he will set that boy on fire, but what was he to do to you? Nothing? I mean why would he hurt his pretty little naive flower.

he was gonna teach you a lesson. And you got the hint of that with him speeding through the streets of Seoul like he owned them. He does own them.

"You're crazy."

"You make me crazy."

His voice was icy, not even a hint of mock, mischievous or anything. It felt like it was coming from a dead person.

As soon as we reached, taehyung dragged me inside. Taehyung shoved me on his bed, i clutched on the white sheets in the palm of my hand.

I looked at him, taehyung locked the door. He looked at me and smiled. That smiled terrified me - "why don't you smile and hug me too, flower?"

I crawled backwards, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me closer to him. "You never listen do you? We tried everything. We tried to be polite, gave you space, freedom - treating your fucking grandma."

Ny lips trembled.

Only if i could fight, slap or do anything but i can't.

My grandma was under their protection.

"What if i told them to stop the surgery and let your grandma die?" He whispered in my ear, kissing my temple.

No, no.

"P-please, don't." A choked sob left my mouth, "she's the only one i have." I whispered, taehyung licked my tears that were rolling down my cheek.

He hummed, pretending to think.

"You don't want that, right?" He raised his eyebrows. Looking down at me. I nodded almost pathetically.

"Spread your legs for me."

It's always give and take.

Always.

"Beg me to fuck you, beg me to make love to you. Show me your fucking affection. I crave it like a fucking starving man." He growled against my lips, and bit my lower lips.

I gasped softly.

Taking the chance, his tongue slipped inside my mouth. His lips moved fiercely against my lips. He devoured me furiously and angrily. Pouring out his pent-up frustration, jealousy.

His kiss consuming. Taking out every breath inside my mouth, leaving me breathless.

Deadly.

My hand quickly flies towards his chest, trying to push him. But he grabbed them pinning them over her head.

Taehyung spread my legs, his cloth hard bulge pressed on my clothed core. I nibbled my lower lips softly and breathed softly arching my back.

Taehyung kissed my throat.

"You make me go crazy, flower. I can't think of anything else. I can't do anything. I can't eat, i can't think. You. Fucking. Consumed. Me."

I closed my eyes, I don't want to think of anything else right now.

Taehyung's hand went to my pants, he leaned down slowly. He pulled my zipper down with his teeth and whispered kissing my clothed core - "this is mine, you're mine."

He yanked the pants off discarding them on the floor.

"I want your time, i want your affection, i want you to smile at me like you were smiling at the fucking jungwoo." He rasped, his hand went to the hem of my shirt.

"I want to feel your body on fire, i want to feel your heart racing. I want you to kiss my cheek, kiss my lips, kiss my body." Taehyung desperately kissed me again.

Taehyung's voice shaky "I'm so fucking in love with you, cyra. So desperately - so so desperately." He whispered.

"This isn't love." I pants softly against his lips. Looking at his dark eyes with my teary one.

"Call whatever you want. i desire you" taehyung removed my panties and slid his two fingers at once. I whimpered. "I need you." He said desperately.

"I burn for you." He kissed my cheeks, and temple. Burying his face in my neck. His actions were furious with gentleness as well.

"H-hurts."

"That's the point." He whispered in my ear, licking the earlobe.

"You know what? Jungkook was right — we should have killed him long ago. We were being patient." He said calmly like he isn't talking about murdering someone.

This is the last thing i want.

Someone being killed because of me.

I looked into his eyes – "don't do this, please."

He smiled tilting his head left almost dangerously staring into my eyes. "You're sexy when you beg." He placed a gentle chaste kiss on my lips.

Almost like a caress.

He worshiped my body, on his knees. His curled his fingers inside my pussy along sucking on my clit. My mouth fall open softly, my chest heaved as i stared at the ceiling.

Taehyung's hand continuously moved in and out curling inside — making me go towards the edge. A breathy moan left my mouth, no matter how much i control it. He sucked harder on my clit making my hips buckle again on his face.

"T-taehyung i-i-" I couldn't even complete my own sentence, my abdomen churned. I was close to an unknown pleasure threatening to come out.

"Come for me, flower." Taehyung whispered against my pussy. And i let go. My chest heaved, desperate pants left my mouth.

Taehyung sucked me off.

Every. Single. Drop.

He crawled upwards. "Taste yourself." He smashed his lips, kissing me fiercely. I could taste my own arousal on his lips. On his tongue. My sensitive pussy suddenly ached. More.

I want more of him.

He rubbed the tip of his angry cock on my clit up and down. His own pre-cum meeting my sensitive pussy making me arch more.

He pushed inside.

A loud mewl left my lips. "N-no pull out p-please." I pleaded, more like above the whisper. But my pleas went deaf to his ears.

"We're not even half inside, flower." He chuckled darkly against my ear.

Suddenly.

He thrust all one go.

My scream got muffled by his kiss, he instantly grabbed my legs putting over his shoulder. And groaned loudly. Taehyung thrusted in and out in animalistic speed.

His hand went to my nipples, flicking it. His mouth captured the right one.

I gasp.

He squeezed the left one, giving the same attention as right.

He placed another kiss on my throat, inhaling deeply.

His cock didn't stop going in and out, he slowed down his movement then going back in with deep and powerful thrust. Making me arch back.

A sob left my mouth.

Taehyung, filled with rage and a twisted sense of possessiveness, drove himself into me, his anger coursing through his every move. He lied against my neck, his hot breath a stark contrast to the cruelty in his words as he spoke of a love that was anything but pure.

His actions were not a result of love but a mere manifestation of his dangerous obsession. His large cock, thrusting in and out of my pussy with savage intensity, punishing me for even daring to look at other men, let alone hug one so intimately.

He drove himself deeper, using the memory of her affectionate embrace with Jungwoo as fuel for his unwavering anger.

Despite the pain and shame, i couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of regret for her previous actions, knowing that they had led her to this dark and dangerous place.

Taehyung grabbed my hair yanking me up on his lap, i yelped softly against his lips as he settled me on his lap. His cock was still buried inside me. "Ride me." He rasped, he grabbed my hips and made me move back and forth.

He did all the positions. Every single one.

Our breaths mingle together.

Taehyung joined forehead against mine, staring at me.

Locking my every expression, every tear in his twisted, unhinged mind.

He left a mark on neck, dark and prominent. Clearly showing everyone that she's his — and theirs.

"I." Thrusted upwards. "fucking." Thrusted upwards. "Love." Thrusted upwards. "You."

We both came together.

His seeds filled inside me once again. They will leave me pregnant for sure.

Making me carrying another monster like them.

My eyes slowly drool, exhaustion took over me like a warm blanket. I whispered my last words. "Don't hurt him please." It was a mere whisper, above it.

"We won't — not yet."

And everything turns black.

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chrattvibe · 3 days ago

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៹Dinner. Coworker!matt x coworker!reader.

Friday, 4:56 PM

"Have a good weekend everyone, get some rest," Matt said, already slinging his backpack over one shoulder with that usual soft smile.

I glanced up from my desk and managed to give him a quick smile before he disappeared down the hallway. He was rarely the first one to leave. I guess today had been a long day for him.

The blinking cursor on the blank screen stared back at me. I clenched my jaw.

I'd been thinking about it all day. Ever since I bumped into him in the kitchen this morning, coffee in hand, making some dumb comment about the weather.

We had a hangout pending. He was the one who suggested it. Dinner at my place, something chill. I'd been wanting to invite him for days. I could feel it, that little voice that said, "today's the day."

And still, I didn’t.

Time slipped away. The chance passed. And now, the week had walked out the door along with him.

I shut my laptop with a bit more force than necessary.

On the bus ride home, I rested my head against the window. I told myself it wasn't that deep. It wasn't even a date. It was something he brought up. Something I wanted too.

But still, that bitter feeling lingered. Why is something so simple so hard? I knew Matt was waiting for my invitation. It showed. I could tell by how he held eye contact a little longer than necessary every time we talked.

I sighed, frustrated with myself. I hated this part of me, the one that held back just when I most wanted to move forward.

It was nearly five-thirty when I got home. I kicked off my sneakers, tied up my hair, and collapsed on the couch, trying to quiet my mind.

I wasted some time scrolling through social media. Then I cleaned up a bit, nothing major, just swept and wiped the dust off the furniture.

Once I was done, I sat staring at the screen of my phone for a good while, doing nothing. My mind kept running all over the place, but my hands refused to move.

Until suddenly, on impulse, I sat up, opened Matt's chat, and started typing:

"I want to invite you to dinner tonight." No, too blunt.

"What are you doing tonight?" Deleted. Too casual.

"Remember that dinner I owe you?" No. Sounds like an obligation.

Minutes passed like that. Typing, doubting, deleting. Until I landed on something more neutral. I had to test the waters first.

hi! saw you left early today, everything okay?

I waited. Just a few minutes.

Hey, yeah, all good. Just had a bit of a headache, but I'm better now :)

My heart sped up just a little. Okay. Now or never.

glad you're feeling better!

soo I'm free tonight, thought maybe we could do that dinner we've been talking about

only if ur up for it, not pressure at all

He replied in seconds.

Thought you'd never ask. Red or white?

Wine, ofc

Or do you prefer beer?

I grinned, wide. At some point during our back-and-forth, I found myself pacing around my apartment. I was restless, nervous—but in a good way.

We agreed I'd cook something. He insisted on helping, but I wanted to play it cool and said I'd handle everything. He only needed to bring something to drink.

I ran to the corner store for the few things I needed. It wasn't much, but the idea of not eating alone tonight made me oddly excited. I tried to walk slow; I still had time, but my feet moved faster than I meant them to.

Back home, I showered quickly. Tied my hair in a way that looked casual but not messy and did some light makeup. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care either. I kept the outfit simple but put on my favorite perfume.

I played music from the TV. Sang and danced around the kitchen, trying to shake off the nervous energy while I started dinner.

It felt ridiculous, how nervous I was. I needed to chill, remind myself this was just a friendly dinner. Nothing more. Even if deep down I knew it meant a lot more. At least for me.

My distraction plan was cut short when the doorbell rang.

I turned the oven down, wiped my hands on a dish towel, glanced at myself in the hallway mirror on my way to the door, and opened it.

There was Matt. Gray hoodie, baggy jeans, a few raindrops on his shoulders. He held a bottle in one hand and smiled sideways, standing straighter than usual, like he'd practiced how to stand before ringing the bell.

He looked different. Not the office Matt: no rolled-up sleeves, no professional air. He was wearing a sweeter, warmer cologne than his usual. And while his outfit was simple, the details stood out: a little star ring on his pinky, a barely-there necklace and a carabiner with keys at his waist jingling faintly when he moved.

He wasn’t underdressed. Just comfortable—like he’d put effort into looking effortless.

"Hey," he said, soft.

"Hi," I replied, feeling my body shift strangely between nerves and excitement.

We shared a short, slightly awkward hug. It felt odd touching his back without his usual work bag in the way. We laughed when we pulled away, not really knowing why.

"I brought red. The guy at the wine shop said it pairs with everything. So if you hate it, I’ll blame him," he joked, lifting the bottle. I laughed and invited him in.

Matt looked around with quiet curiosity and ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place.

"Smells amazing, what are we cooking? Need help with anything?"

I shook my head as I opened the oven a little, showing him the half-baked homemade pizza. One of his suggestions I’d actually gone with. At least it was different from the takeout pizza we'd had at his place last weekend with all our co-workers.

I showed Matt around a bit. He complimented the decor and the wall colors, which I thought was sweet. He asked about some framed family photos, and listened closely to everything I said.

We set the table on the coffee table in front of the couch. It felt more comfortable that way. Eating at the dining table would’ve felt too formal—too much like a date, and I think we both wanted to avoid that, at least for now.

Matt helped quietly. He moved the table, brought over the plates, arranged the napkins. His movements were calm, like he was almost used to being here already, but I noticed his hands were a little fidgety. Or maybe it was just me, noticing more now that the work filter was totally gone.

We sat on the couch, side by side, with a comfortable amount of space between us. Like we were both testing how close was too close.

"Want me to pour?" Matt asked, holding the corkscrew.

I nodded, watching him concentrate like it was brain surgery. It made me smile. Maybe he was nervous too. That made me feel better.

"So... thoughts on the weather?" he joked as he poured my glass, breaking the ice and humorously addressing the obvious tension in the air.

We laughed. Somehow, everything felt lighter. Acknowledging our nerves, even jokingly, was oddly reassuring. We clinked glasses softly. The wine was warm and smooth. It helped.

Dinner flowed naturally. We put on a movie, but we barely watched it. We ate between bursts of laughter, threw out comments here and there about the film, and he complimented the pizza like it was gourmet. Said I earned an almost-professional chef title, but he’d need to try more dishes to be fully convinced.

The house was calm. Outside, occasional raindrops tapped against the windows. Inside, the lighting was soft and warm. It didn’t feel like a Friday night, or a date, or a casual hangout. It felt like something in between.

"Is that new?" I asked, nodding toward the pinky ring while he poured more wine.

Matt looked down at his hand, like he wasn't sure what I meant.

"The ring? Oh... yeah. I mean, no. I’ve had it for a while, but I don’t wear it much."

"It’s cute." My hand moved instinctively to his, pulling it gently closer to get a better look. "You should wear more rings. They suit you."

I said it without overthinking. If I second-guessed every word I wanted to say tonight, I wouldn't say anything at all.

He blinked, a tiny smile slipping through. He held my gaze for a second. Then laughed softly, a bit shy. He whispered a "thanks" barely audible.

And just then, as he laughed and lifted his glass again, it happened: a slight slip of the fingers, and a few drops of wine spilled onto his hoodie.

"Oh fuck–" he said, looking down. "Perfect."

I tensed at first, but then saw his face: amused.

"You okay?" I asked, trying to hide my laugh.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, glancing at the stain and setting his glass down. "Bad timing tho. Right after the compliment. Embarrassing."

Still half-laughing, he grabbed a few napkins and tried to clean it, but only spread it further.

"I'm messing it up more, right?" he said, looking up at me with a helpless kind of smile. "Is it worse now?"

"Just a little," I said, biting my lip to keep from laughing again. "But don't worry, I'm an expert in these kinds of disasters."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

I nodded.

"I'm a mess when I eat. I spill stuff all the time. I can try to save it, if you want."

Matt hesitated, then slowly took off the hoodie.

"It's in your hands now," he said, offering it to me. His fingers brushed mine, just slightly.

I sprayed some stain remover on it, gave it a quick scrub, and threw it in the wash. We agreed I’d bring it to the office Monday, hopefully stain-free.

Now, Matt looked a bit self-conscious about the sudden outfit change, though personally I thought that pink Hershey's tee was adorable. He told me not to comment on it.

We finished the pizza, laughing and tossing a few last remarks about the movie we still weren't really watching. The wine helped. It softened the edges, made conversation easier, made our eyes linger just a bit longer.

Matt insisted on helping clean up, even though I told him not to worry. He gathered the plates with endearing clumsiness, smiling when our hands touched at the edge of the table.

We didn’t talk about the time. Or whether it was time for him to leave. But we both knew. Neither of us wanted the night to end. His Uber took a little longer than expected. It gave us a few more minutes to pretend we weren’t saying goodbye.

When Matt finally stood up to go, he did it slowly. Like he was trying to stretch the moment. I walked him to the door. For a second, we both just stood there. Not knowing what else to say.

"Thanks for dinner," he said quietly.

"Thank you for coming," I replied, my voice a bit softer than I meant.

He hugged me again. Not like before. Less awkward. Longer. Warmer.

"Next time at my place?"

—chrattvibe.

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momomallowart · 3 months ago

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Happy birthday Tomura ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ🎉🎂

He is loved more than he knows 💗

Alt version + close-ups 🫶💗

#holy shit i almost forgot to post this on tumblr how embarrassing 💀#I worked really hard on this one and I'm really proud of it 🥺#I actually cried several times while drawing this bc I just wish he got a happy ending man #or at least more moments like this with the league #thats his family 😭#he deserves happiness please #I thought really hard about what everyone should give him so I hope people appreciate the details #I thought Giran would be like the fun uncle who's shit at gifts but he still cares so he gives scratch offs #and Dabi says he doesn't care and puts 'minimal effort in' but still goes out of his way to get gift cards to things he knows Tomura enjoys #I like to think Compress knits and Himiko makes Kandi and Magne likes to match accessories with her friends #Spinner is giving him what I would lol I'm biased #if you've seen my other art you can see I've actually used a few of these gifts in it before like the kandi on the rockstar art #the MC boxer lore is that Tomura doesnt wear underwear and Twice found thet out and gifted him ones he thinks he'd like #I think Tomura is the kind of guy that struggles to show affection and can be a bit of a tsundere but will use the gifts hes given #he loves his friends so much 😭#sorry I rambled a lot in this one I'm just so proud of this art and the little details and I love him so much happy birthday best boy #anyways enjoy the meal #my art #bnha #mha #my hero academia #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #shiggy #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #league of villains #boku no hero academia #bnha fanart #mha fanart

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random thought bc i was making alphyne sims LOL, do you think undyne would ever want to have children? how do you think she’d be as a parent?

While I personally don't quite have a "definite yes" or "definite no" answer for this I personally think that, yeah, possibly! I think it's a question with a lot of layers to it, "is it something the character would want?" "Is it something the character should do?" "How much thought would the character put into it all beforehand?" "How long would the character wait before making that choice?" And first of all I think I should talk about fandom culture's view on kids in general. Why? Because I'm obsessed with validating my opinions like this

It's been said many times by many people now how there are a lot of times where fans end up writing completely out of character for the purpose of placing characters into positions of stereotypical familial structures- ESPECIALLY forcing women into the roles of motherhood where it doesnt fit or make sense for them to the point where I don't think I can really add anything substantial or important to the topic. The pros have very much said what needs to be said.

HOWEVER. I ALSO LIKE TO HAVE FUN WITH FUCKING CHARACTERS. I LIKE TO EXPLORE DIFFERENT TOPICS AND SITUATIONS WITH THEM. I WANT PEOPLE TO BE ABLE TO SHAMELESSLY ENJOY THEIR RIGHT TO INTERPRET CHARACTERS WHERE THEY THINK NESCECARY. WHERE THEY THINK FUCKING FUN!!!

So with that said, while demeaning female characters to singular sad and one dimensionsional traits of "Mother" is very clearly to me Not A Good Thing, people should stop acting like it's a fucking sin to imagine the possibility of a character having a child while still retaining all their accurate attributes, because it is a very possible thing that can be and IS done!!!!!

What are my thoughts on Undyne with all this?

Hehhaahehehaa....... strap in.

Where do I BEGIN. How about the inspirations behind the character of undyne herself.

Ok so see this wonderful lass here. That's a sculpture by Chauncey Ives of the mythical water spirit, Undine. Thinking about it, you all probably know this anyway because I do fairly often reblog Undine themed stuff too. Because I'm just like this. But how about the interesting stuff?

The original myth, created by Paracelsus, an alchemist and philosopher born in the 1400s, I believe comes from his work "A Book on Nymphs, Sylphs, Pygmies, and Salamanders, And Kindered Spirits". I think that's what it was called. I'm too tired to talk fully about it specifically and we need to get to the point so have a video of some guy reading it here

youtube

Yay :]

It's pretty much what it says. Paracelsus essentially believed that elemental beings (whom he had adapted and reimagined from ancient or traditional at the time sources) were simply part of the strangeness of God's natural creation and should be studied, as part of appreciation of the Bible etc. And we know ALL ABOUTTTTT utdr and its biblical links/imagery. But back to undine :]

Paracelsus named his takes on the classic concept of elementals: gnomes for earth (YES HE INVENTED THE WORD GNOME!!!!!), sylphs for air (yeah he also invented the word sylph), salamanders for fire (he didn't invent that :[), and of COURSE! UNDINES FOR WATER! He believed undines to be fairly similar to humans, a significant difference being the lack of a soul. Which surely means nothing when talking about Souls Are Important the Video Game. And anyways according to him they were apparently fairly capable of getting a soul through love. Wikipedia also says that Paracelsus says that a child from this love will too have a soul which is nice

Blablabla Wikipedia says undines are like fucking desperate to get a husband or whatever but dudeeeee she can do whatever she fucking wantssssss. I think she can and should be enjoying her life with alphys rather than it being a thing just for a living soul or whatever. They're just happy, no mythology attached

Onto the most iconic interpretation of the myth, 1811s Undine by Friedrich De La Motte Fouque. When you think of the tale of Undine it's almost always that it's this specific story you pull from. Apart from another one I'll briefly touch on later (please hope it's brief). In it, Undine is a woman adopted by a fisherman, who was taken in by the fisherman after his own child died. Hmmmmm wow hmm sort of like how asgore took in undyne after his children died HM BACK ON TOPIC. Personality-wise, Undine is described by Wikipedia (because I don't have the book) as "erratic", and "capricious", which Google dictionary describes as "given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behaviour", which again sounds quite similar to the Undyne we all know and love.

It mentions that when married to Huldbrand (the main guy in the book he's not important tho) she is "kind and gentle" and yeah imo the writing with this IS kinda shit HOWEVER I think if were simply using this as inspiration for undyne I can definitely imagine her *eventually* becoming a calmer and more thoughtful person with A: the presence of someone like alphys to mutually love and understand her for her and B: the absence of having to worry about a war to fight and always sort of being on edge and just being. Like that. And again this would all be a *progressive experience*, rather than in the book where undine literally switches up over night. I do like to consider character and stuff

There's this line from the Wikipedia summary which jumpscared me

I 0% believe this has any significance to deltarune whatsoever however it was so funny out of context I had to add it

Another completely unrelated thing here but there's a fucking guy called "Kuhleborn" and I just. Can homestuck leave me alone. FOR FIVE MINUTES.

Sorry back to cherry picking the story to fit undyne.

Ok so truthfully I don't find anything else from that specific story that I find particularly helpful to undyne, the rest of it's kinda just useless to my point. Re-establishing the fact here that I skipped over a most of the actual significant parts of the story because I specificly want to talk about how I see it parallel to undyne. But that's it really. I just especially wanted to mention this adaptation of the story as it is pretty much the most iconic interpretation of the myth.

That is, interpretations that specifically refer to its source by name. Because by far the most well known media to draw influence from the myth of undine is the iconic Hans Christian Andersen fairytale, "The Little Mermaid". I don't have much to say on how the little mermaid does take much inspiration from undine, other than the way andersen himself interpreted the story. Simply, the fact that Hans Christian Andersen, a man who based this story off of his own feelings at the inability for another man to reciprocate feelings of romance for him, and resonated with the story of undine so much that it was a source of inspiration for the little mermaid itself is so crazy to me. Like. Here is a queer man who read the tale of Undine and understood it so much he wrote his own story inspired by it and made it tie in with his own experiences of homosexuality! Like that's so crazy to me! Because it just makes the undertale character of undyne being sapphic so much better to me! It took the sad story of gay tragedy and took it and made it a story of gay joy!!!!!!! We are all so happys forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok ummmm. I got carried away because we are steering very far away from what this post was originally about. Umm. Point is. Original story was of queer sadness but undertale is now of queer joy + the story of queer joy being based on story where being with this person who you really love and being truly and properly bonded in an undeniable and magical way is enough to give you a soul that will live forever. I think that's somewhere near the point I'm trying to make but at the same time it's not quite the point I was trying to make. And this is absolutely just one interpretation of one relationship and this is by no means in any way supposed to be the end all be all of what ANY relationship should be. I really don't think this is what the definition of love is. However for these characters I feel it can be a huge aspect of it for them

NOW FINALLY MOVING ON TO THE ACTUAL CHARACTER FROM UNDERTALE THANK FUCKING GOODNESS!!!!!

Oh undyne. With some of the implications in game that she lost her family, I very much imagine her being cautious with this sort of situation. Would she be able to handle is for example? Would she know what to do. Given its something she might not even have real first hand experience of, is it something she would even want to risk forcing upon another person? I think she struggles so much with responsibility as it is. She wants nothing more than to protect people and cheesus if she had a kid of her own you know she would be doing every single thing in her power to make sure that kid never has to face what she did. Undyne says at one point in game (if you kill her in neutral i believe) she never told alphys the way she felt because if/when she died in battle, she wouldn't want alphys to deal with that. And again, she really would not want to have a kid if she worries that one day that kid would have to worry about someone they truly care about not being with them anymore

So *would* she want them? I don't really think it would be an overwhelming innate desire or anything like that, but really not against it. Sged need a lot of time beforehand first. Some time to live her life to the fullest, time to make sure it's something she can handle without guilt, time to make sure it's something that does bring her joy. And then yeah, 6 or 7 years minimum I can see it happening. And I think it would be nice

"Now let's talk about susie, can we talk about susie? Please stun (and other readers) I've been dying to talk with you about susie all post, okay?" /ref

I don't really have anything to add I just think alphyne should adopt susie. In every timeline. Undertale deltarune I just think ok. Because she doesn't have a good home life to the point where she's like just Not Safe and hm young couple with no children in her area? Undyne would want to help her soooo bad because she understands just what it feels like to be young and alone not really cared for and she would NEED to fix it. That's defo how it is for undertale at LEAST. Idk entirely with dr if it'd be exactly like that cause we don't know what undynes got going down in dr yet.. but even so that's nothing to stop them

Anways yeah I think you mightve been waiting just a wee bit long for the answer to this ask I uhh.....m.....mmmm. yeah man I... yeah. I really do genuinely hope you enjoyed his tho cause uts currently quarter to 2 in the morning and I'm going on a train & to the aquarium tmrw so my ass CANNOT be waking up at 11 am again. Shits fucked. But when I tell you when I'm locked in on an undyne topic I AM LOCKED IN. IT TOOK A WHILE BUT I FINALLY DID IT. MORE THAN HALF OF THIS WAS WRITTEN WITH NO BREAKS OF CHECKS BUT THATS THE BEAUTY!!!!!! FLY MY SCARAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#been thinking about this driving myself crazy over my answer to this ask for so long #the thing is while I put a lot of thought into it what if everyone else disagrees and ive commited a ''character misinterpretation''™️?#i like the idea of it‚ but I do also want to prove myself as undyne understander no1 and I do not think i would be able to handle myself if #-i lost that #and then theres questions like ''would this be something people want to see?'' ''is there a specific way it should be done?''#''would this be a choice thatd be good FOR the characters to make''#and again. i have put SO much thinking into this. but its in a way where ive thought about it so much that maybe no one would even understa #have i completely thrown away the original character aside in favour of something i think is ''right''?#ive heard it a few times that the concept of fan children arent good because uts just trying to put characters into a #''stereotypical perfect little societally correct family''which ABSOLUTELY makes sense to me #which is why i overthink so much about how i portray it all. so i can get it right #but what if even then im still wrong. or what if im just here thinking way too hard about having fun on the Internet. i wrote a lot here sr #asks #chat you dont want to know how long ive had this ask for........listen i have a lot of thoughts and it takes me a really long time2 share o #the more i like something the more care goes into it. care = time. i think ive had this ask for a year.#can you tell i went off the rails here #unaltered #shot dead #do i even dare main tag #we'll see how the post goes over and when ive given it some thought I'll either tag it or i wont ok goodnight ily all <333333333 #!!#undertale #bogos i binted #utdr #undyne #undyne undertale #undyne deltarune #undyne the undying #deltarune #undine

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