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alright, i don't know the status of undertale on tumblr in 2021, however here's a bunch of shit about these characters that i figured out via scripting them to match their canon personalities and these just, yea they happened. 1.) alphys gave monster energy to undyne once and she hasn't been the same since 2.) undyne and papyrus have both eaten raw cookie dough on multiple occasions and not once have they suffered the repercussions of it 3.) papyrus does not know what a "himbo" is and why everyone keeps calling him one but he accepts the title, whereas sans does know what a himbo is and accepts the title. together they are himbros. 4.) alphys collects shiny rocks with undyne and its totally not gay at all nuh uh not the sapphics collecting gems nope never 5.) PAPYRUS IS ALLOWED TO SAY CUSS WORDS LET HIM SAY CUSSWORDS PLS ITS THE FUNNIEST SHIT IVE SEEN EVER 6.) Papyrus has autism. He is not ur precious cinnamon roll please stop babying autistic coded characters i beg of you- 7.) Papyrus does not really understand the concept of gendered clothing and stuff so stuffed animals + traditionally feminine things are still bomb asf to him, but he still likes action figures and stuff. 8.) Sans has doctor handwriting 9.) Sans has ADHD and tics, and he understands stuff like executive dysfunction and would help u as best as he could 10.) Sans is the kinda guy that would notice if u were overstimulated and ask if u need to leave and then fuckin' teleport u to a quieter place and ask u to give him hand signals if u couldn't speak or if u needed help and were too overstimulated to speak. 11.) Papyrus and Undyne's relationship is literally just WLW and MLM solidarity no i do not take criticism. 12.) Undyne smells like a fuckin aquarium. 13.) Sans, Undyne, and Alphys all like hyperpop. 14.) Mettaton's style is largely inspired by anime (obviously) but also has some aspects inspired by the sort of fashion style that Alphys wishes she could pull off. 15.) Undyne and Alphys would 100% participate in Kandi Kid culture. 16.) Sans and Burgerpants have rarely ever hung out but on the occasions they have they've gotten high off their minds and shared very deep personal shit and then walked away from the experience like nothing ever happened. 17.) Alphys can actually draw pretty well. 18.) Papyrus and Undyne are the best hypemen kind of friends and they're great at what they do. 19.) Sans has that big ass hoodie because he likes deep pressure. 20.) Sans and Papyrus are both absolute sweethearts and give the best hugs ever lol 21.) Undyne does not like being called "fishsticks" but i feel like sans would call her that anyways. 22.) Sans comes to Alphys's lab and just makes a bunch of ligma and ur mom jokes.

#undertale #sans #undyne #alphys #papyrus #mlm wlw solidarity #undertale headcanons #adhd #autism #ligma balls #ur mom gay

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midnightechoes · 3 years

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Daily Writing 2021: March 6th - For Charity part 6

Read it on AO3.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

Submit a prompt for me to write! (I mostly do sapphic ships, especially Catradora, Supercorp, Harlivy, Pertrapta, and Dansen)

Lena sat there, wide-eyed and staring at Kara. Her mouth opened and closed a few times without any sound escaping her.

“I know that this is a lot to take in,” Kara said, her soft voice cutting through the stillness of her apartment. She finally pulled her hands back, letting go of Lena’s. “I’m being serious, though. Here, look,” the blonde was biting her lip as she began unbuttoning her dark, navy blue top.

The action made Lena gulp hard. It was enough to finally rouse her from her state of shock and disbelief. Despite what she had heard Kara say, the idea wasn’t processing in her mind. There was no way that could be true. She must have been mistaken. But exactly why was Kara unbuttoning her shirt? Lena could feel her heart racing as she stared unblinkingly at Kara’s fingers as they played with the buttons, until, finally, with her shirt about halfway unbuttoned, Kara spread it apart, revealing the blue suit and about half the red emblem.

“Is… Is this an attempt at a joke?” Lena muttered, her eyes wide and transfixed on the suit peeking through the shirt.

“Not a joke,” Kara affirmed. She stood up, then, after scanning the apartment for a second, suddenly zipped away. The force of the wind kicked up Lena’s hair, startling her enough so that she fell back into the couch. Within seconds Kara was back to where she had been standing, and holding a small elephant statue that Lena had bought her, that they both knew was on Kara’s shelf on the other side of the room.

Another silence fell on the room as Kara stood there, holding up the item, an uneasy smile on her feet.

Once Lena’s brain was able to catch up to what she had just seen, the Luthor jumped to her feet, and stumbled backward a few feet before coming to a stop as she hit a side chair.

“Y-You’re Supergirl,” Lena stammered.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Kara smiled. She set the statue down and took a couple of steps towards Lena, but stopped when Lena recoiled. The blonde stopped in her place and held up her hands. “You’re mad.”

“I… I’m not… I’m not sure what I am to be perfectly honest,” Lena sighed. After staring at Kara for another moment, Lena relaxed her posture, and let out a chuckled.

"I thought... I thought you were..." Lena trailed off as a laugh bubbled up in her throat until it spilled out of her. She threw her head back and began cackling. The sight was highly unsettling to Kara. “I’m such a fool,” Lena muttered between laughter.

“No!” Kara asserted. “No, you’re not.” The blonde quickly closed the distance between them and pulled Lena’s hands into her own. The Luthor stopped in an instant. There was a look of unease on her face, but she didn’t pull back.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Lena whispered, a frown forming on her face. “Why didn’t you trust me? Is it because of my family? My heritage?”

“What? No, no of course not,” Kara insisted. She gently tugged at Lena’s hands, pulling them back to the couch where they retook their seats.

Kara took a deep breath, gave Lena’s hands a soft squeeze, and smiled at the woman in front of her. “Lena, I trust you implicitly. I always have. I should have told you sooner—”

“—You think?” Lena blurted out. Her eyes were wide still, her voice seemed strained, but there was a slight smile on her face. Enough to give Kara hope that she may not have just blown up the best relationship she’s ever known.

The interruption made Kara giggle slightly. “Okay, I guess I deserve that. I don’t have a great excuse. It was just… every time I wanted to, or tried to, something would come up, or something would interrupt us.

“I swear, Lena, I trust you. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to hide any part of me from you.” Kara dipped her head slightly, her face going flush. “I’m sorry I did for so long.”

Lena still wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. Thinking back to her encounters with Supergirl, the revelation went a long way to explain why the Girl of Steel seemed so quick to trust Lena. To trust her with help stopping Cadmus and her mother. With help stopping the Daxamite invasion. Some things poked at Lena, an argument with Supergirl in Lena’s office. The way the Super would carry herself with a mightier than thou attitude that Lena was still having difficulty picturing Kara doing. She wanted to believe her best friend, wanted to accept that this was Kara further letting Lena into her life, but there were things to still talk through, work through. At that very moment, though, there was only one question that Lena was focused on.

“Why now?” the Luthor inquired.

Kara bought herself a few seconds by clearing her throat.

“Because… you paid eight hundred thousand dollars to go on a date with me,” the blonde confessed. “And… I don’t know exactly what you meant by ‘just a good bit of fun’, but before you went any farther, I thought you deserved to know exactly who you were trying to have a ‘good bit of fun’ with.”

“Aw, were you worried I might ask Supergirl out again?” Lena shot back, her voice the liveliest it had been since she woke up.

“Actually, yes,” Kara responded flatly.

The matter-of-fact manner of Kara’s statement took Lena aback. She tugged her hands out of Kara’s grasp and turned slightly so that she wasn’t looking at the blonde any longer. “Right. The only way Supergirl would say yes to a date with me is if it was because I dropped an obscene amount of money on a charity. Got it,” Lena sneered.

“No, that’s not…” Kara began to protest. She let the sentence trail off as she rubbed her eyes. “This isn’t going how I was hoping it would,” she sighed.

The Kryptonian placed a hand on Lena’s knee; the Luthor, in turn, crossed her arms and turned further away.

“Okay,” Kara murmured. She took a moment to gather herself.

“I was afraid of you asking Supergirl out because if you did… I wouldn’t have been able to say no. And… And that wouldn’t be fair to you,” Kara confessed. Lena finally turned back towards Kara, an eyebrow raised as a look of confusion was settling in. “You would have just been looking for something light and fun, but I… I…”

Kara took a moment to readjust herself. She once again searched out for Lena’s hands, or at least, the closed one, and engulfed that hand of Lena’s in her own.

“Lena, you are my best friend. Besides Alex and Eliza, you mean the most to me in this whole world. I am so, so grateful to know you, to have you in my life, and the last thing I want to do is lose that, or jeopardize it…”

Suddenly, Lena felt short of breath. Suddenly, she felt like she was right back to where they had been a few minutes ago. Lena was reeling from all the twists and turns of the evening, from the revelations and feelings that still needed unpacking. There was a part of her that wanted to be mad at Kara, a part of her angry that Kara’s sudden reveal threw what was true between them and what was not into question. But all that anger, all that frustration was quickly falling away as her hand was once again encased in the warmth of the woman in front of her. The blonde flashed a soft smile at Lena, and the Luthor found herself entranced by the gaze of those striking blue eyes.

“...But you must know how I feel about you, right?” Kara continued. The implication of the statement slammed into Lena with the force of, well, Supergirl. “I thought I was doing good at hiding it, but Alex has assured me that I do not,” the Kryptonian chuckled. “It would have been wrong for me to agree to go out with you, as Supergirl, when I feel the way I do. That’s why I needed to tell you tonight. That’s why it couldn’t wait any longer. And that’s wh—”

“—I think I’m in love with you,” Lena blurted out.

It left the Kryptonian speechless. She was stopped midsentence, her mouth opening and closing in a futile attempt to speak.

Lena had shocked herself nearly as much by her sudden admission. Which is why she was so proud of herself for being able to push “and I’d really like to kiss you,” out of her mouth immediately afterward.

“O-okay,” Kara stammered breathlessly. Lena scooted over as close as she could to Kara, and leaned in, hovering just in front of Kara, her breath cascading onto the blonde’s lips. After a second to catch her own breath, Kara closed the remaining difference.

Their lips seemed to slot together perfectly. Kara pressed a little harder into Lena, eliciting a moan from the Luthor. Kara’s hands slid up Lena’s sides, coming to a rest on Lena’s back, pulling her in as much as she could; Lena’s arms wrapped themselves around Kara’s head as she did so. Lena flicked her tongue against Kara’s teeth until the Kryptonian allowed her entrance.

It was as if the entire world melted away as they melted into each other’s arms, over a year of built-up yearning spilling out onto each other’s lips.

The need for air was the only thing that ultimately stopped them. Kara and Lena broke apart, but only barely, pressing their foreheads together and giggling. One of Kara’s hands moved from Lena’s back to cup her face, thumb gently brushing along her cheek.

“Alright, I am definitely in love with you,” Lena chirped.

“Me too,” Kara affirmed.

“So,” Lena began, a devious smile forming on her kiss-beaten lips, “if I asked Supergirl out, she’d say yes?”

“Well, it’ll still cost you,” Kara responded with a sly smile.

A small frown formed on the raven-haired woman’s face. “Oh?”

“Don’t worry, she takes kisses as payment,” Kara laughed, and only stopped when Lena made her first payment.

the End

#46 #daily writing 2021 #writing #my writing #supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #date #charity auction #dc #dc comics #lena x kara #wlw

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midnightechoes · 3 years

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Daily Writing 2021: January 31st - Gridiron Physics part 5

Read it on AO3. Parts 1 & 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Submit a prompt for me to write! (I mostly do sapphic ships, especially Catradora, Supercorp, Harlivy, Pertrapta, and Dansen)

It was mid-afternoon, and school had just let out for the day. There was an hour between the end of the school day and the start of practice. Kara was spending that time in her office, going over paperwork for her players. The game was massively important to Kara, and she instilled that in her players, which is why had made the state tournament two years in a row for the first time in school history, with all signs pointing to a third straight appearance. It wasn’t just the game that was important to her, though. She prided herself on her team’s grade point average, not because they were smarter than students of the past, nor was it that her players cared about it more than players of the past, it was because Kara cared so damn much about it, and put the time in. Setting up tutoring sessions, hosting group study sessions. Their education was part of the game, the part she cared most about them winning.

Kara was scanning through one of her players’, Kenny Rogers, report, smiling at his string of As in Physics, when she heard a knocking at her door. The coach quickly popped her head up, shaken from the focus of what she was doing. Her first thought was that it could be one of her players, or, with any hope, it could be Lena, although she knew Lena was supposed to be on her way to yoga class. Curious, Kara beckoned her guest to enter.

It wasn’t a player that opened her door, nor was it Lena. Instead, it was a young redheaded woman, taller than average and a build that could be best described as ‘lanky’ with a tied-up ponytail that had lost a couple of strands of hair that now dangled around the edges of her face, framing it. Despite her backpack looking absolutely stuffed, she was still carrying a couple of books in her arms. Kara vaguely recognized her as one of Lena’s students. She was pretty sure she’s the star one that Lena had mentioned a few times.

“Hi,” Kara exclaimed, rising from her seat and extending a hand. “Lisa, was it?”

The young redhead closed the door behind her, shifted the books in her arms to one side, and shook Kara’s hand. “Lisa Bower,” she responded, with an uneasy expression on her face. “Um, Coach, do you have a few minutes?”

“Of course,” Kara responded immediately, gesturing towards one of the chairs across from her desk. Lisa looked back and fell into the chair, backpack still on. “What can I do for you?” Kara asked, sitting upright in her chair, her hands clasped together as they rested on her desk.

Lisa remained quiet for a moment. It seemed as if she was avoiding Kara’s gaze, and instead focused on fidgeting with the books that were sitting in her lap.

Patience wasn’t one of Kara’s natural virtues, although she had learned a lot of it in the years of working as a high school football coach, especially as a woman in a field that was still 99.9% male-dominated. She gave Lisa as long as the girl needed to muster up whatever she came here for and funneled that natural impatience into fidgeting with her hands.

“I, um,” Lisa finally began, her voice quiet, sounding as if it hadn’t found its footing for the conversation yet. “I was wondering… That is, I was hoping… that maybe you could teach me your style,” Lisa mumbled.

It took a moment for Kara to respond. She was sure she had misheard. After turning it over in her head a few times, Kara realized that she did in fact hear Lisa correctly, which made the bridge of her nose scrunch up.

“Um, I’m afraid I don’t exactly follow,” Kara earnestly admitted.

The response made Lisa blush slightly. She dared make eye contact with the coach for a brief second and gestured in her direction. “You know. Like, your fashion style. Like, your--your presentation. I was hoping you could teach me how to look like you.”

One of Kara’s eyebrows raised. She looked down, glancing at herself. Today’s selection had been a dark navy polo shirt with the school’s logo embroidered over her chest on the left side that was tucked into a skinny-cut pair of beige khakis.

Everything about how Lisa was treating the situation signaled to Kara that this was very, very important. Dire, even. But as Kara looked down at herself, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Like this?” Kara asked, a bemused smile on her face. “A simple trip to Target should do,” she chuckled. Kara then drew in a breath, trying to regain the serious composure to match the vibe that Lisa was still giving off. Then, she leaned back in her chair, a question that she didn’t want to ask at the tip of her tongue, demanding attention no matter how uncomfortable it was.

“Is this a prank?” Kara asked point-blank, her voice still cheery, despite the accusation.

“What?” Lisa stammered, her face snapping up to make continued eye contact with Kara for the first time. There was a look of shock and horror on the redhead’s face. “No, Coach Danvers!”

“Then what’s going on?” Kara asked, settling back into a comfortable position, leaning slightly into the desk, attention firmly on Lisa. “Talk to me, kid, what’s on your mind? Because I have a hard time believing this is about fashion.

“I mean,” Kara gestured at herself with one hand, “I don’t exactly have Versace beating down my door or anything.”

Lisa went still again, her gaze dropping down to her hands as they absently tried to twist the spine of one of the books in her lap.

“It’s just… she—I mean, a lot of people, notice you whenever you’re around. And I… I want to learn how to do that,” Lisa practically whispered, a slight quiver in her voice.

The admission made Kara think back. She had run into Lisa a few times, including just last week when she and Lena almost literally ran into Lisa and that friend of hers at the library.

After a moment, a knowing smile formed on Kara’s face. She leaned forward, shooting Lisa as soft an expression as she could.

“You know,” Kara began, her voice gentle. “I don’t think that just copying me is the key to getting anyone to notice you. Especially particular anyones.”

At that, Lisa’s entire face turned beet red. “W—what? I wasn’t talking… about…”

“Hey, it’s okay, kid!” Kara assured her. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We can talk about it, if you want. We don’t have to though.”

Everything was still for a moment. Then, suddenly, Lisa jumped to her feet. She wobbled for a second, partially from the giant backpack on her back, and partially as a manifestation of how she was currently feeling.

“Actually,” Lisa croaked, “you were right, this is a prank,” she hurriedly added. Lisa gave Kara an awkward, forced smile. “Good on you for not falling for it.

“I have to go,” Lisa exclaimed. She didn’t give Kara any time to react. The young redhead spun on her heel and rushed out of Kara’s office.

“Hey kid, wait” Kara yelled after her. Kara followed as quickly as she could. She darted out of her office and into the hallway that was completely empty.

“Lisa!” she called, getting no response.

Kara jogged to the nearest intersection, but Lisa was nowhere to be found. Standing there, Kara cursed at herself, wishing she had handled that better. To lighten her own mood, she let herself focus on a lighter idea, one inspired by how quickly Lisa was able to flee the scene, even while carrying that massive backpack.

“I wonder how she’d do at running jet sweeps,” the coach mused to herself.

Part 6.

#12 #daily writing 2021 #writing #my writing #supercorp: gridiron physics #supergirl #supercorp #fan fic #supercorp fic #kara danvers #lena luthor #football coach kara danvers #science teacher lena luthor #teach au

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