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(Winged!reader anon) I'm thinking it's set in a world where physical mutations are more normal but still a bit rare. And even rarer in the military. But then a new recruit comes and 141 is just waiting for a plane or a chopper and suddenly a person drops from the ground lol
Just HCs of 141 dealing with a recruit with wings. Whether they're feather or more bat like wings is up to you, size of them as well 😉
Hopefully this is enough info to go off of
OH NICE.
Ok here it is.
(Winged!reader) x squad 141 (monster hybrid AU)
When you had dropped down from the sky, in front of the line of four, five men in front of you, you had wanted to hide.
It wasn't exactly a secret that people like you existed... But it was definitely uncommon. Your big grey white black wings retracting shyly around you. It was extremely close to falcon wings, which was exactly what you were the closest to. You had also inherited of the exceptional sight of the bird.
"Well! That's interesting!" One of the men said.
"WOAH. THAT'S SO COOL" A Scottish accent added.
You blushed and finally let out a small smile.
It took a few days to get used to the base. The new team was nice. You had learnt their names, Soap, gaz, Konig, ghost and Price. They seemed to be quite alright with your physical appearance.
Konig was always mesmerized. He'd sit close to you, eyes shining in wonder. He'd ask very shyly if he could touch your feathers, happily squealing when you'd agree. He was always really careful with the feathers. He liked to pass his finger tips on the edged, feeling the softness of it. With time, you'd give him each feather that would fall from your wings.
Gaz had been more curious about your sight. He had questionned you for hours, trying to satisfy his curiosity. Sometimes he'd ask you to fly over the base as he'd hide, creating some kind of 'where his waldo' in real life. He'd be amazed each time you'd find him so easily.
Soap just wanted to fly. He'd ask you to try and make him fly. It was hard. He was a bit heavy for you. You usually managed to get him off the floor and enough to fly a few inches from the ground. Eventually he'd be so happy of it you'd feel slightly guilty for not being stronger.
Price would often scold them, telling them to leave you alone. He'd be particularly careful to the way others treated you around the base. It was still rare to see hybrids like you, people were curious, scared or plain disgusted. He'd try to shield you from it as much as possible.
Ghost had also noticed it. The way some recruits would side glance you, or the way they'd whisper under their breath. He had taken upon himself to train you. It wasn't easy, he wasn't used to it, but he adapted very quickly. You had felt particularly close to him, when one night, after a training session, you had both walked out to find a pouring storm outside. Ghost had cursed under his breath, taking a step into the rain, expecting to feel the cold droplets. He was shocked to feel no difference, he had glanced up, a spread out wing shielding him from the rain. He had eyed you, as you were unable to do the same for yourself, he had took off his coat throwing it over your head and walking you back to the baracks.
With time, you had felt at home with the squad. But tile passed and the rest of the base was still weary of you. You felt awful sometimes. The fear in people's eyes... Or the little insults barely audible to no other than you. You sometimes felt horrible, and particularly down.
On a particular bad episode, the boys had grown worried. A little meeting in between soap, gaz, Konig and Ghost took place in one of the common rooms of your quarters.
"do you think they're unhappy? Like a bird in a cage?" Soap had asked.
"i don't think so... She can go out and fly whenever she wants..." Gaz countered.
"maybe snacks..?" Konig asked.
Ghost looked in deep thought, soap trying to get his attention. The man frowned before spilling what's in his mind.
"birds...nest right?" He had let out.
Suddenly little light bulbs had popped over the boys heads. Of course! You missed a nest!
They had hurried up to buy an enormous fluffy bean bag, it barely feet in ghost jeep. Pillows, lots of pillows and blankets to add.
Once they arrived at base they made sure you were out of your room before preparing the 'nest' in a corner. It looked like a little fort, Konig had insisted on adding fairy lights.
When you had walked into your room with price you had blinked a few times, trying to figure out the scenery before you.
"what are you boys doing?" You asked.
"we built a nest for you!" Soap had happily yelled.
"yeah, we made sure it's comfy and cozy" gaz added.
"thought it'd make you feel better..." Ghost mumbled.
You had immediately blushed hiding your face in your hands, wings retracting closer to your body.
Price had burst out laughing, confuse settling on the boys faces.
"what?" Soap asked.
"you built a nest? You guys built a nest? For them?" He had tried to make them understand the situation.
"yes..." Konig had said in a small voice.
"congratulations Y/N... You have now 4 full grown suitors trying to be your mate." He laughed before walking out, the boys gasping as they understood the situation.
After that, they had apologized. You didn't mind, after all you really enjoyed the nest. You often found yourself nest there, reading or listening to music.
When the boys had understood the real situation, they had grown extremely protective of you. Soap had grown jealous of the way you'd shield ghost from the rain or the sun, he'd insist to hide under as well. Eventually you'd end up with three big grown man, shielding themselves under your spread out wings, price scolding them but none moving.
Konig calls you birdie.
Soap calls you feathers.
Gaz teases you calling you 'falcon' 'robin' or 'hawkeye'.
Price calls you his little bird.
Ghost calls you angel, but only when you're both alone.
#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfic#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley#captain price#simon ghost riley smut#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#gaz mw2#konig hcs#kyle gaz garrick#gaz cod#cod headcanons#price cod
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Byakuya Kuchiki one shot
had a request for a Byakuya one shot. I can only apologise for how bloody long it is 😂
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"Hi! Could I pleas request angst and fluff with byakuya? Maybe a lil smut ? the reader has lost her SO to a hollow attack and he comforts her? Thank you!!"
Prompt; The pain doesn't go away, does it?
No
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Darkeness had settled over the Seireitei, bringing the crisp cool air of an autumn night with it. You sat on the cold, dewy grass, knees pulled up to your chest. Arms wrapped around them in comfort, you had propped your chin on top of your knee, blindly staring out to the rippling surface of the inky pond.
It had been three weeks since your husband, your best friend, soul mate had died. Three weeks ago you received the heart shattering news that your partner had died while on duty. He had been sent to one of the lower districts to cleanse the hollow reeking havoc there.
The mission had started easily enough, you were informed by your late husbands squad mate. They had located the hollow, dispatched it without fault. On their return home, however, another hollow had appeared, trying to make a meal out of some Rukongai kids. You didn't need to be told that your husband was the first one to react. Literally throwing his body inbetween the children and the hollows bloodthirsty teeth. Of course he did.
Tears stung your eyes at the mental imagery, shaking your head defiantly you willed away the thought. You didn't want that image of your husband. That of his last breath. You wanted the lopsided grin he always wore. His kind yet mischievous eyes shining back at you. His loud obnoxious laugh.
That's why you found yourself here. Why you've found yourself here every night since that awful day. Every night you would climb into your too big, cold bed, the empty space where your husband would never again lay next to you, holding you close, a stark reminder that he was gone. Really, truly gone.
Sleep cruelly availed you each night, plagued with the images of your husbands demise. So each night you wandered the Seireitei absentmindedly, always seeming to end up here. The pond in the 6th squads Baracks. It always has been a beautiful place. Serene and calming.
It's where you first met your husband. He had spotted you walking across the grass, delivering paperwork from your own captain. In an effort to gain your attention, he had loudly called you over, waving manically. You had made your way over, interested in what he wanted. His flailing about was amusing, his boyish good looks didn't hurt either. He later told you that he was shocked it had worked, hence why he began fisting his friends clothing, desperately shaking him, asking what he should do next. Which resulted in his friend pushing him into the pond.
Your lips curled up at the memory of him spluttering and coughing when he resurfaced. He had asked you for a date that very same night, you had been inseparable ever since. This pond became a special place for the both of you. It's where you had met. Taken romantic walks. Where you had your first kiss. The place he asked you to be his wife.
You felt close to him here, could almost feel his arms wrap them selves around you, almost hear his laugh in the wind blowing through the trees. Closing your eyes tightly, you breathed in deep. Trying to catch hold of that phantom feeling, desperately trying to hold on to that ghostly caress. A particularly strong gust of wind snapped your eyes open, forcing you out of your fantasy.
A stray tear escaped your eye, falling down your cheek. The trail quickly became cold with the wind blowing against your skin
"I miss you " you whisper out into the night, the pond becoming blurry in your vision as fresh tears replaced those that had fallen.
"LN-san?"
Startled by the deep voice you sprang to your feet, whipping around to see who had found you. Wiping at your eyes, you saw the serene face of your husbands captain.
"Captain Kuchiki" your voice broke with emotion. Clearing your throat you tried again "sir, my apologies, I'll just leave..."
Captain Kutchiki held up a hand, silencing you as he came to a stop next to you, looking out at his pond
"your apologies are not needed. You do not need to leave" that surprised you. The captain was usually quite protective over his pond, it had taken your husband weeks to convince his captain to let him propose to you here. You wrapped your arms around you, shielding you from the wind and the uneasy feeling deep in your stomach. You couldn't remember ever speaking to the Captain, how he knew your name was a mystery "it's a beautiful place to find some peace"
You nod numbly in agreement, unsure how to respond to that. You had no idea how to converse with the noble. He is possibly one of the most famous captains in the gotei 13. Head of the noble Kutchiki clan. Your husband had told you that his Captain suffered no fools, the man oozed authority and arrogance. Not someone you would normally keep the company of. The Captain seemed the complete opposite of your playful, loving husband
"I wish to offer my condolences" the Captain broke the silence, still staring out into the water. You tilted your head, acknowledging his words. His silky black hair danced behind him as the wind picked up. "Your husband was an excellent shinigami, His presence is sorely missed within my division"
"thank you" you smile softly, thumbing away a stray tear "it's comforting to hear I'm not the only one missing him "
With a curt nod the captain made his leave as quickly as he had appeared, Captains coat billowing behind him. You watched as he gracefully strode across the grassy landscape until the dark of night swallowed him up.
You didn't know then that that wouldn't be the last encounter you had with Captain Kutchiki at the pond.
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Three months. Three long, painfully lonely months had passed since your husbands death. The aching grip of sorrow clenching at your heart hadn't eased in those few months. You cried less now, in public at least. You managed to get through your daily duties, assure your concerned Captain and colleagues that you were doing well. A prefect mask. As soon as you returned home though, the mask slipped and the pain returned. Your home no longer smelled like him.
There were no messily thrown uniforms on the bedroom floor. No cupboard doors left partly open ready to bang your head if you didn't notice in time. Your home was clean and everything in its place. it no longer felt like home. Its was cold and empty. It was so lonely. Night time was still the worst. Alone with your thoughts, every inch of your home screaming out at the lack of his presence .
After a long day of pretending, at night you no longer had the strength to ward off the emotions waiting to consume you. You missed him. Deep in your stomach you earned for him. Your heart felt as though every beat was a struggle. It felt broken. You had been managing to get some sleep. It was never as peaceful as it once was, but some nights you managed a full night. Tonight was not one of them
Today was your husbands birthday.
Birthdays between you were spent at home. Nothing lavish or over the top. Neither of you were the type. You'd make it special for eachother by ordering your favourite take away, snuggled up on the sofa together. Drinking your favourite sake you would reminisce your life together. At the end the night you joined together in a passionate love making, full of kissing and sweet confessions of love.
Which is why tonight you find yourself back at the pond, sat in the grass gazing up at the sky, you just couldn't bare to lay alone in your bed. The sky was clear tonight, millions of stars offered their comforting glow. You had wondered if one of them was your husband. He would be the brightest one, twinkling brightly as he watched over you.
A rustle of clothing had you turning back, eyes falling on Captain Kutchiki, his hand already up to stop you from rising. When he came to a stop , a little to your right, you returned your gaze up to the sky
"the stars are exceptionally bright tonight" the captain noted, not sounding as casual as he had probably intended.
"the moon too" your voice sounded emotional to your own ears. Apparently there was no putting that mask back on tonight
"Why is it, that this is the place you keep coming back too?" Captain Kuchiki asked, he didn't sound angry, more curious "it's not in your division, is the pond in the 13th not to your liking?"
"I feel close to him here" you say quietly, seeing him nod in your peripheral. You knew he would understand it was your husband you were referring. "its full of good memories"
"for me too." You turn your head to look at him questioningly. His grey eyes, softer than you had ever seen looked back at you "yours is not the first proposal this pond has seen. This is where I asked Hisana to be my wife"
That's right, Captain Kutchiki had also lost his spouse. Another person who shares the pain of missing the other half of their soul. You wondered what his wife had been like. Stories told she was beautiful, graceful and with a kind heart. You wondered if she had loved the setting of her proposal as much as you did, here at this pond. Two proposals, two marriages, two deaths. Two widows
"maybe this place is cursed" the words slipped through your lips before you realised you had said them out loud. Fingers covering your mouth you turned to look at the captain apologetically "forgive me. That was rude"
"it's fine. It's not a thought I've not already had" he replied, voice not giving away any emotion
"it's his birthday today. The first one where he's not here" heavens knows why you're telling him this. You've not spoken to anyone about your husband. Yet, with the man who had lost his wife, you seem unable to stop yourself "they say the firsts are the hardest"
"that's not true" Kuchiki said carefully, glancing down at you "they're all hard"
You looked at him then, really looked at him. His eyes were shiny, corners of his lips turned down, shoulders slumped almost defeated. He looked like he was carrying a painful burden
"how long as it been sir? Since you lost your wife?" You asked quietly. After a long pause you thought that maybe he wasn't going to answer. Not wanting to pry, you turned your gaze back to the stars
"6 years this spring" he uttered finally, surprising you
"the pain doesn't go away...does it?" You say. It wasn't really a question that needed answering. You knew the pain in your heart wouldn't leave. You knew there wouldn't be a day that you wouldn't miss him. From the look on the Captains face, mirroring your own, you knew he felt the same
"no, I'm afraid it doesn't" and with a barely noticeable nod, the captain left you to your thoughts.
"happy birthday my love." You whisper into the night sky, eyes fixating on the brightest star "I miss you"
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You staggered and swayed through the 6ths divisions baracks. The blurry faces of shinigami as they passed you by payed no mind. You weren't even sure if they were real. Half empty bottle of sake swung sloppily at your side as you continued on your inebriated journey. Your feet heavily slapped the floor as you walked, the sound deafening. Shushing your too loud feet, you chuckled amused.
The pond coming into view spurred your pace, practically tripping over your own feet in your haste to get there quicker. Reaching the waters edge, you fall back heavily onto your ass, huffing at the abrupt halt to your fall, you could have sworn the grass was further away.
Taking a long pull from your sake, you don't notice when it spills over the side and down your front. The world begins to sway, corners of your vision blurring everything into dull colours. Trying to focus your gaze across the pond, picking something solid to focus on so not to slip into darkness.
You couldn't remember the last time you were this drunk. Back in your academy days probably. You never were much of a drinker, at least never to this state. The concerned looks from your colleagues today finally made you accept their invitation to go out for some drinks. Just two, you told yourself, then you can sneak away back home to be alone with your thoughts.
Two turned into three, which turned into five. The gripping pain in your heart had lessened somewhat. You could almost breath again. Five turned into seven and you were laughing. Really laughing. Finding your colleagues stories amusing, embracing their drunken embraces and toothy grins. You had almost forgotten about the anguish you felt every day. Until you remembered.
The guilt swallowed you. Dampening your mood dramatically. You had forgotten, if only for a shot while, that your husband was dead. What kind of monster does that?! Happily drinking and dancing and singing. Not a care in the world. You felt disgusted with yourself. Grabbing a bottle of sake from the table, you left, ignoring the calls from your friends as you stumbled from the establishment. There was only one place your drunken mind wanted to be
the sun was still setting. A sliver of light cast the skys in beautiful purples and oranges, rays making the ponds surface almost sparkle. Like the stars. Squinting your eyes in the harsh light, you look down into the bottle in your hand. Sloshing the liquid around absentmindedly. You wanted to feel that numbness again, if only for a moment.
Ignoring the wave of nausea, you down the rest of the liquid, dropping the bottle next to you as you cough around the burn. Alcohol laden brain was thinking of nothing and everything all at once. Closing your eyes you fall back onto the grass, waiting for slumber to pull you into the darkness
"it won't help". You didn't need to open your eyes. You knew who had come to join you out by the pond.
"it might" you slurred your words, cracking one eye open to see him standing above you, grey eyes focusing on the empty sake bottle besides you "seems to work for Captain Kyoraku"
"Captain Kyoraku is an emotionally stunted child, you would do well not to indulge in his bad habits" Kuchikis voice settled over you, it was deep and comforting. He may have been scolding you, you really couldn't tell when this drunk.
"I like the numbness." You shrug, though your voice broke in the middle. "I don't want to be in pain anymore" the whisper followed
"the pain will still be there. You can't drink away these emotions." You didn't want to hear those words, no Matter how truthful. You wanted ignorance and bliss. You just wanted your heart to stop hurting for long enough to get some decent sleep. "It will still be there in the morning, accompanied by a throbbing head I imagine"
An unexpected sob ripped through your throat, tears forming on your lashes "I don't want to hurt anymore" you cry out softly
"can you stand?" You don't even hear him anymore. Nor do you feel his large hand gently trying to guide you into a sitting position
"I miss you" you sob around a shivering breath, speaking out to the man who could no longer talk back. Could no longer comfort you, hold you "please don't leave me alone: I can't live without you"
You felt like you were falling, the ground suddenly pulled from underneath you. Opening your eyes startled, your hands came out to grab at something to steady you, falling on something soft. Furrowing your brows you realised it was the Captains white coat. He had picked you up and was carrying you bridal style away from the pond.
Alcohol didn't give you anytime to be embarrassed as it quickly pulled you into the sweet relief of darkness. The gentle footsteps and the subtle smell of something sweet and almost spicy lulled you into a deep sleep, head resting heavily on a strong chest.
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It had taken you a little over a month to face going back to the pond. The morning after you last visit you had woken to a horrendous headache and your stomach doing flips. You had laid in bed wallowing in self pity, willing the embarrassing images of Captain Kuchiki carrying your drunk ass home and putting you to bed. You didn't even want to think about anything that you could have did or said that you do not remember. You were still baffled that he somehow knew where you lived
The pull of yours and your husbands special place was too strong however, so pushing down the embarrassment and shame, you came back. You needed to feel close to him. No matter the length of time your heart still called out to his, knowing it wouldn't call back. You had a rare day off, insisted by Captain Ukitake. Apparently news of your drunken night had reached his ears. You could see the concern in his kind eyes as he invited you to share some tea with him.
He was trying to get you to talk, to share your pain. You knew that. You couldn't share though, the pain was the only thing that still connected you to your husband. It was the only thing you had left. He smiled in understanding, but had insisted you take a day off to relax. So you came here. The pond was even more beautiful in the sunlight. It invited more memories of you and your beloved, the times you had shared here.
The seasons were changing, if the chill in the breeze was anything to go by. You imagined the pond water would be just as cold if you were to dip your feet in there. You wouldn't dare, you too had heard how protective Captain Kuchiki was over his koi fish. Your cheeks flushed at the thought of the Captain. Mortified came close to how you felt. A Captain shouldn't have to carry home a seated member from another division due to their poor drinking restraint.
A noble clan head at that. You must've embarrassed him too, degrading him to such a chore. No, you wouldn't be touching alcohol for quite some time. You should thank your lucky stars he hasn't banished you from returning. Something he could easily achieve. Not only could he order you as a captain, could even go to your captain, the kuchiki clan puts a lot of money into the 6th division. The land was legally his, and you would be trespassing.
You heard his approach this time, amazing how heightened your senses were when not on the edge of unconsciousness due to the numbing cloak of drunkenness. You couldn't imagine how far gone you had to have been not to feel his presence. The nobles spiritual pressure demanded respect even when relaxed. You look at him through your lashes, trying to gage his intentions. He didn't look angry, on the contrary, he looked almost.. happy?
"Im Relieved to find you sober, LN-san" he spoke carefully, surprising you as he chose to join you on the floor. You waited until he was sat in his perfect seiza position before responding, shifting your position to face him, you bowed deeply, speaking into the grass
"please accept my apologies Captain. It won't happen again"
"tea?"
You raised yourself up from the bow quickly, quirking a questioning eyebrow at the Captain, had you heard that right? You noticed for the first time the flask the captain held in his hand, two cups sat on top.
"oh" you couldn't help but mutter, you had heard him correctly. Captain Kuchiki placed the cups on the perfectly manicured grass between you before taking off the lid to the flask, letting the mesmerising steam escape as it danced into the air before disappearing. "Please sir, let me" you reach out to accept the flask from him, stopping him from pouring. Whilst you didn't regularly share tea with others of a higher status, you knew the customs. A higher up shouldn't pour the tea, and you couldn't get more higher up than captain Kuchiki.
Pouring you both a cup of the hot, translucent tea, the smell reached your nose. If the colour didn't give it away the smell would've. The robust almost grassy scent was familiar, something you indulged often, though not of this quality. Handing the first cup to the Captain, you bowed your head respectfully. His slender fingers ghosted over your own as he accepted, making you twitch your fingers back before pulling your hand away all together. Had it really been so long since you felt the touch of another person that it startled you so?
"thank you, LN-san" he broke you out of your thoughts. You watched as he brought the cup to his lips, taking a tentative sip. Prompting you to lift your own to your lips, blowing into the light green liquid to cool it before indulging yourself. You watched over the rim of your cup how graceful the man moved, like water; each movement was fluid yet powerful. Complete dominance in his actions. You couldn't help but compare him to your husband. Your husband was a whirlwind, all long uncoordinated limbs. Expressively flailing them around in everything he did. Graceful was not a word often associated with him.
Noticing the pause in conversation becoming awkward due to your memorising, you finally take a sip. Definitely a higher quality tea than you were used to. It was full bodied and delicious. You eagerly took another pull before lowering the cup to your middle, letting the heat deep through to warm your fingers
"it's delicious, thank you"
the captains lips quirked up at the sides slightly before he covered them with his own drink. "I'm glad to see your tastes go beyond that of cheap sake"
was he.. making a joke? How uncharacteristic. You send him a wary grin, happily accepting this over the scolding you deserved "I definitely won't be drinking like that again any time soon." You say in-between another sip of the delicious tea, he nodded in agreement "Im Sorry you had to carry me home"
"you do not need to keep apologising, I assume your suffering the follow morning was a sufficient enough punishment" his eyes caught yours over your shared drinks, gun metal grey shining with amusement before softening "how did you end up that inebriated?"
You sigh, settling back onto your ass to sit more comfortably. Really, how his legs could cope sitting in that position for so long was a testament to his strength. "I forgot about him" your soft words get caught in the breeze as you face the pond "just for a moment. I let my friends convince me to join them for a few drinks. After a while...just for a moment, I had forgotten that I should be sad. That my husband is dead..."
"and you drank to forget your guilt" Captain Kuchiki finished for you with a seldom nod. You watched as the ponds surface rippled with the breeze, lapping at the sides. Listening to the hustle of shinigami beyond the wall of the 6th, getting on with their daily work. Half expecting the Captain to finish his tea and silently leave, like he had all your other encounters, you decided Captain Kuchiki was someone you should stop being surprised at when he spoke lowly, just for your ears "I can still remember the first time I had forgotten."
You turn to face him at his words, his eyes were looking forward, out of focus, not seeing what was in front of him. Instead seeing vividly the memory he was sharing "I was tired. I had stayed late finishing an important document expected at the first the following morning. When I arrived home I called out for her. Asked if she would like some tea before bed" A small sad smile settled on his lips as he turned to you, holding your gaze as you held on to every word "when I didn't get an answer, I remembered. I never would get an answer"
You shared an understanding smile. The pain of longing for someone no longer here. How that painful scar reopened any time you thought you were healing. You were thankful to the Captain, taking time out of his clearly busy schedule to converse with you. Share in the pain you both feel. Even look after you when you were in no fit state to look after yourself . It made you wonder, if the Captain had anyone to help him? Did the captain have someone he could've shared these thoughts with at the time of his wife's passing?
Would anyone dare approach the proud noble, ask him to bare his soul, lay out his pain and suffering for others to see? Somehow, you couldn't imagine it. You couldn't imagine the stoic man crying to another. Perfect poise crumble away as he gave in to the grief. The fact that he had probably suffered alone, for so long and is still standing? A pillar of strength you so desperately needed in the storm of emotions you were drowning in. You were in awe. You hoped that sharing with you, to help you, helped him in some small way too.
"though they will never be forgotten." He added, voice sounding stronger as he held your gaze once more "you will have more and more times when he isn't in the forefront of your mind as time passes. It's the way it should be, the living going on living."
You nod. He was right, you knew that. You knew that realistically you can't Morn your husband all day every day for the rest of your existence until you two can meet again. There will come a time when the thought of your husband Doesn't immediately send you into a spiral of depression. Hours, days even weeks may go pass without thinking of him, too busy living your life to the best of your abilities, the way it should be. For now though...
"what did you do sir? When everything got too painful?" You ask, clearly alcohol wasn't the crutch you needed.
"I meditated, entered my inner world mostly." You could hear the honesty in his words. Maybe you should give that a try next time it all becomes too much "I also indulged in as many different types of tea I could find in this world and the world of the living"
another joke. Who was this man with the satisfied smile and where did he put the proud stoic captain? You grinned at him, an honest unforced grin "you didn't go the alcohol route? You saw how beneficial that was for me"
"Im surprised you had found any sake at all. I was under the impression Captain Kyoraku had drunk the Seireitei dry". He replied dryly
You held your tea further away from your body to avoid it spilling and burning you at the loud laugh that bubbled up from you. Fingers went to your lips to hush the unexpected laughing fit you found yourself in. Who knew the Captain of the 6th was funny? Dry and sarcastic, but you had always enjoyed that humour. His eyes glistened amused, pleased you had understood his jest.
You wiped away a tear, a happy tear for a change, brought on by laughter and not sorrow, and gave him a grateful smile. You hurried to finish your tea as he began to move, collecting his flask and cup as he stood. Standing along with him you offered back your now empty cup
"thank you. For the tea, and for speaking with me " you told him, choosing not to bow this time, but offer a genuine smile. A strong hand settled on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze "next time it becomes too painful, try a hot cup of tea. Don't put yourself in a dangerous position again"
"I will." You nod, accepting the slight telling off. He was a captain, he couldn't let you get away with that completely "though I don't think I will find one in the shopping district as wonderful as the one you shared with me. You've spoilt me sir".
He graced you with a private smile and a slight raise in his eyebrows before he settled back into the dignified Captain everyone expected and strode away gracefully without a backwards glance
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The following morning you walked to work feeling lighter than you had in months. Your heat still ached. There was still the heavy weight of grief weighing densely in your stomach, but it wasn't as pressing today. You had a good sleep last night, you managed the whole night and had woken up feeling refreshed. The winters sun was bright, fighting against the frigid temperatures that winter brought. The heat it offered soaked into your thick black cloak, warming you as you hurried to the 13th offices.
Yesterday was a good day. One you sorely needed. You must remember to thank Captain Ukitake for gifting it to you. A day sat in the sun, at the pond had clearly done your soul some good. That or the time you spent with Captain Kuchiki, it was almost like he had neatly wrapped up your grief and anguish and placed it on your back. Still heavy and present, but a little more manageable to bare than the overflowing mess of hurt and regret that spilled through your fingers any time you tried to grasp it.
Following the corridor down to your office, you returned the smile of one of your colleagues, even wishing them a good morning. You caught the shocked expression flashing their face before they returned your greeting warmly. You obviously looked better than you had the last months.
Reaching your office you tug off your cloak, hanging it neatly by the door before making your way to your desk, smiling at the two who shared the office before sitting down. A small grey box sat in the middle of your neat desk, a stark white card sat folded ontop. Not expecting anything, you opened the card and began to read the crisp neat writing
for when things become to painful
was all that it said. Looking up you noticed your colleagues looking down at their respective desks, already immersed in their paperwork. Setting the card aside, you gently pry off the grey lid, setting it aside with the card. Sat in the box was a plump bag full of green tea leafs. Lifting it out you inspected the packaging, not recognising the design. You brought it up to your nose, inhaling deeply. The deep aroma filled your senses, making your mouth water at the memory of the delicious tea you were offered the day before .
Putting the tea to the side, you began to work on your daily duties. You hardly noticed eyes flicking to the package throughout the day, nor the small smile on your lips each time.
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Months had passed along with the changing seasons. Spring was in the air, slowly but surly chasing away the bitter frost of winter, bringing with it new life. The barren trees began sprouting vivid green, little buds nestled away waiting to bloom into sweet smelling flowers.
The months that passed seemed to rush by you. You still had bad days. The grief of loosing your husband would crush you suddenly, though you found healthier ways to deal with the hurt. The pond was still somewhere you frequented often, sometimes alone, but more often than not the Captain of the 6th would grace you with his company.
You had started to look forward to your encounters. Moving away from your shared loss you discovered you had quite a few more things in common. Tea, obviously was a shared indulgent and was often shared. Reading was another passion you each held. You had spent hours discussing the books you have read, some the other had read too. The ones not yet read were brought to the next encounter for the other to read.
Painting, you discovered was a passion of the Captain. When you had mentioned wanting to see some of his work one day, you hadn't anticipated the noble inviting you to his home. You had graciously accepted and joined the captain for dinner in his home, after a tour of the grand manor. Art filled the great rooms and grand corridors. The Captain pointed out which were done by his hand, beautiful art work that captivated your attention
He painted scenic landscapes mostly, with an interesting take of almost dream like colours. The pond was the main focal in a few of the paintings you had seen. One in particular caught your attention. It was the pond at night time. Two things caught your attention, the first being how dark the colours were. Not the usual green, blues and purples that had jumped off the paper in his previous work. Black, navy and grey made up this piece. It made the night dark and cold. Heavy almost, you could feel the sorrow in the picture
The second, was the figure of a woman standing in the centre of the piece. A dark silhouette, seemingly hugging her frame as she looked out into the water. It was the first piece he had shown you that consisted of a person
"is that your wife?" You had asked him, eyes raking over the painting at the delicate but deliberate strokes.
"no, its you" your eyes snapped to him at his reply, studying his profile as his eyes never left the painting.
"me sir?" You asked, looking back to the picture, noticing the hair length and proportions to the woman. After being told, you could see how it could be you, though you share a similar shape to many women here in the soul society
"does that offend you?" He asked, a note of trepidation in his usual apathetic voice
you shake your head softly, looking back to see him already staring at you, trying to gage your thoughts "not at all. I'm flattered, Captain Kuchiki. When..?"
"Byakuya" he cut you off, turning to face you fully "you are a guest in my home, there is no need for the formality, you may use my given name"
"Byakuya" you said, feeling how the name sounded on your tongue. "When did..? Why did you choose to paint this?"
"that first night I joined you at the pond. After I had left, something made me turn around. The image of you standing at the waters edge, wind blowing your hair around was hauntingly beautiful." You remembered that night. It was dark and cold, like the painting suggests. You remember wrapping your arms around you, keeping yourself together whilst trying to keep yourself warm. You looked at the painting again, hauntingly beautiful was the perfect way to describe the image"When I next sat down to paint, that image was the first to appear in my minds eye"
"you captured the moment perfectly". You praised, glancing at the art once more. A warm hand settled on your lower back, pulling your attention.
"come, let us enjoy dinner" Byakuya invited as he lead you down the hall, gentle hand guiding you
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You twisted and turned in your bed, blankets wrapping themselves around your legs limiting your attempt to escape. The nightmare you were trapped in was vivid, the scene of your husbands death clear in your mind. Pitiful whimpers left your lips as your husbands blood sprayed from his body, splattering over your face as you screamed.
Jerking upright in bed, a horrific shout ripped through your throat as you startled awake from the dream. A deafening crash of thunder rumbled through the skies, shaking the glass in your bedroom window as a crack of lightening briefly lit up your empty bedroom.
Breathing heavily, you kicked off the blanket constricting your freedom. A thin layer of sweat covered your trembling body, skin raising in bumps at the chill in your room. The room seemed as though it were getting smaller, walls trapping you in the space. Not thinking clearly you jumped out of bed and fled the room, not stopping to wrap up or put on shoes, you threw the door to your home open and darted out into the street
Punishing, cold rain fell heavily from the sky, soaking you instantly. Your hair stuck to your face as you gasped desperately, fighting to lessen the panic you were feeling. Another roar of thunder made you jump, snapping you out of your darkening thoughts. Not feeling the chill, you start running bare foot through the streets, only one place on your mind
You didn't know how long you were staring out to the turbulent pond, rain hammering down around you as the wind whipped harshly against your skin. The rain washed away the free flowing tears from your eyes, teeth chattering painfully, protesting the cold
"YN!" The shout of your own name hardly registered, you would have ignored it completely if two hands didn't grip your sopping shoulders, turning you to face the concerned Captain with a shake. "What are you doing?"
Byakuya had to shout to be heard over the raging storm. You looked up at him tearily, struggling with forming a sentence. He was drenched, sleek black hair void of his usual kenseikan was stuck to his elegant face. His sleep clothes covered by a gown, was clinging to his svelte form
His eyes scanned over you, looking for Injury. Not seeing any, he moved on hand to cup your cheek. The warmth of his hand seeped into your skin, highlighting how cold you had become "what's happened?"
"it's not fair" you wail around a sob as your hands come out to clutch at his clothing. Trying to hold on to something, anything as you spiralled "He's GONE and I... I just"
"shh" he tried to sooth you from your desperation "it'll be okay"
"no!" You shout back, pushing him from your hands in an effort to escape. He reached for you again, trying to grasp hold of your weakened arms flailing about, punching meekly at his chest. Thunder rolled around you, sharp crack of lightening sounded too close over head "no, it's not okay! He's dead and I can't stop seeing it! I see him every night, being ripped apart.."
the animalistic cry that tore from you startled him. Every shuddering breath screamed agony. Succumbing to your anguish, the fight left your body. With a small tug, Byakuya pulled you into his embrace. Strong arms wrapped around your shivering frame as you cried out into his chest. He waited patiently, head resting on yours, holding you close as you slumped into him, crying out your pain.
When the wailing quietened down into soft crying and shuddering breaths Byakuya pulled back slightly, catching a glimpse of your face. Eyes were reddened by your tears, your skin looked paler than it should be, shivers racked your body. You gazed back up at him, eyes begging, pleading for some of his strength.
"allow me to take you home?" It was a question you could tell he wouldn't be taking no for an answer. Nodding slightly, you tried to step away when his arms around you stopped you. Adjusting the placement, Byakuya lifted you easily into his arms, carrying you bridal style. Too weak to offer any Resistance, you tuck your head into his neck while a hand sneaked back up to his chest, holding on tightly to his clothing.
Eyes dropping closed, sleep threatened to take you in the gentle rocking of his sure footsteps. Raising your head slightly to wake yourself up, you realised it wasn't your home he was taking you to as The Kuchiki manor appeared before your eyes.
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Byakuya entered his home, following the now familiar hallway that led towards his bedroom. The painting you had admired, the one with you at the pond, came into view briefly. Slipping through the door, carefully adjusting his hold on you so not to hit your head on the door frame, Byakuya sat you gently down onto a large western style bed. You sank softly into the mattress, aching body desperately wanted to climb into it for warmth.
"wait here a moment " Byakuya told you before walking across his room and into another door, that you saw held a bathroom. Looking around his bedroom you noticed how neat it was. There wasn't much in the way of decorations. The bed was the main focal point, something that surprised you. You would've assumed he had a traditional Japanese futon, judging by the rest of his home that you've seen.
The sound of running water caught your attention. Looking over you could see steam billowing out from the ajar bathroom door. Soft jasmine smell filling up the space. A moment later Byakuya walked out of the bathroom, looking dryer with a clean navy blue gown wrapped around him. His long damp hair was tied loosely at the nape of his neck. Coming to a stop in front of you, he offered a hand. Taking it in yours you allowed him to help you to your feet before following him into the warm bathroom.
"I prepared a bath. You need to warm up or you'll become unwell" he told you, dipping his fingers into the soapy water to test the temperature. Seemingly satisfied, he straightened to face you "take your time. There's towels there on the counter" he nodded behind you before turning to leave. Your hand darted out to catch his before he could leave, stopping, he looked at you questioningly over his shoulder
"wait" you croaked out, voice horse from the crying "please don't leave. I don't want to be alone"
you watched as his eyes flickered to you, then the bath and back, holding your breath, worried you had crossed a line. With a curt nod you let go of his hand, allowing him to close the bathroom door. After a moment of watching Byakuya stare at the bathroom door you realised he was giving you privacy to undress. Quickly peeling the damp sleep clothes off your body, you haphazardly folded them and placed them on the floor before stepping into the hot bath
A small hiss left your lips as the warm water felt scorching against your freezing skin. Sitting slowly to let your body adjust to the shift in temperature, you sat in the middle of the large tub, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head on your arms settled on top. A relieved sigh escaped as you closed your eyes, soaking up the warmth
"you can turn around now" you mumbled to Byakuya still facing the door. You opened your wavy lids, watching as he came to collect your damp clothing, depositing them into a hamper in the corner, before leaning against the sink counter
"I thought we had agreed you would no longer put yourself into dangerous situations" his words made you wince. Whilst he had his arms crossed over his chest, he didn't particularly look angry.
"I'm sorry" you mumble, trailing your fingers through the white bubbles floating on the surface "I wasn't thinking clearly, It just became too much, I needed to escape"
"in the middle of the worst storm we've seen the last three years?" Ok, now he sounded a little angry "that was foolish. Anything could have happened to you out there. It was only by chance I looked out my bedroom window at the lightening and spotted you "
"there's no one left to care if anything did happen" you say a little numbly, you had no more tears to cry that evening
"I care" your head whipped round to face him. Would he? You knew you had gotten closer over the last year, developed a strange friendship on the foundation of loosing a spouse. You would be sad if you suddenly couldn't see him again, but would he genuinely care if you were hurt? Yes, if the honesty shining in his eyes were to be believed. Captain Kuchiki was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Nor was he one to spin a tale in order to comfort someone.
"sorry" you breath again, actually meaning it this time. You watched as he sighed heavily, pushing off the counter to walk over to you. He rolled up his sleeves before crouching down next to you. Reaching over, Byakuya grabbed a cup from the side of the bath and filling it. You gasped as he poured it over your head, pulling the cold water from your hair as it trickled down your back. It took another three cups before the water ran warm again against your skin.
The pop of a lid and the sweet smell of almonds alerted you moments before you felt nimble fingers begin to wash your hair. The soothing scratching against your scalp had you dropping your head forward. Sighing deeply at the relaxing feeling. His fingers stopped only for a moment when a satisfied moan left your lips, before resuming in the careful washing.
"lean your head back" his strained voice snapped you out of your daze, quickly following the order. Tilting your head back to avoid soap getting in your eyes, Byakuya began methodically rinsing your hair, gently squeezing the strands of excess moisture when he had finished. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, sending him a small smile
"thank you"
"are you sufficiently warmed?" He always spoke so proper, even in an intimate setting as this one was. At your nod he rose gracefully, grabbing a fluffy white towel from the counter. Turning to face you he held it open, giving you privacy to stand up without flashing everything you had. Once you climbed out the bath and pulled the plug, Byakuya wrapped the towel around you, holding it closed with his arms around your back. You rested your palms on his chest, looking up into his grey eyes.
Your heart beat heavily in your chest as he leaned in ever so slightly, stopping himself before he followed through. Wanting to show your gratitude, you closed the distance, eyes fluttering closed as you kissed him sweetly. Afraid you read the signs wrong at his stiffening body, you were about to pull back when his arms gripped you tighter, pulling you flush against his body.
A sigh parted your lips, in which he took advantage, shyly slipping his tongue into your mouth to caress your own. A jolt ran up your body at the contact, the kiss was so unfamiliar to you, having only kissed one person the past decade, yet you sank into it easily. One of his hands smoothed over your back, sliding its way to the back of your head and grasping your hair lightly, changing the position of your head to his liking.
You both parted, each breathing heavily as you stared into eachothers eyes, searching for any regret. Not finding any, Byakuya gently kissed your forehead, mumbling into the skin "you must be tried. I shall go find you something to sleep in"
He released you to walk back into his bedroom. Sleep was the last thing on your mind at that moment, the kiss suddenly waking you fully. Taking a moment to centre yourself, you grabbed another towel to roughly dry your hair. Helping yourself to a comb you quickly brushed through your hair before following. Upon entering the bedroom, you saw one half of the beds blanket pulled back, ready for you to slide in.
Byakuya stood at the foot of the bed, white T-shirt in hand "I hope this will suffice" he said, holding out the offered garment. You nod with a shy smile, slipping it over your head before removing the towel. Placing it in Byakuyas waiting open palm, his nod to the bed had you climbing in, wrapping the blanket around you as he returned the towel to the bathroom.
You sat up on his return, noticing he was avoiding eye contact. "Sleep well" he muttered before turning to the door
"wait," you call out confused, speaking to his back as he didn't turn around, luckily he did stop walking "where are you going?"
"I was going to sleep in the spare room"
"don't be silly, come sleep in your bed" you insist, pulling the blanket back for him. The look he gave you over his shoulder was uncertain,
"YN, I don't think.."
"just get into bed, Byakuya" you told him, adding an almost desperate "please"
A another protest died on your lips as he continued on to the door, for him to only switch off the light. You laid down as he got into bed, snuggling into the fluffy pillow facing him. You noticed how far away he was from you, practically laying on the edge of the bed, staring up to the ceiling . You smiled into the darkness, reaching out to grab his hand. He jumped at the contact which widened your grin. Infamous Captain of the 6th being startled? Impossible
You tugged gently on his hand, pulling him towards you "you'll fall off if you stay over there" you whispered to him. You were pleased when he relented, Scooching closer to you, to also lay on his side facing you. Your hands stayed joined together between you. The darkness of the room made it difficult to make out his features, unable to see how he was feeling, you decided to bring up the elephant in the room .
"we can forget it happened, if you prefer" you say, regarding the kiss. Clearly he was struggling with it, you were surprised that you weren't.
"I don't want that" he admitted, shuffling closer to you, you could feel his breath ghosting your face.
"I don't either"
You could see Byakuya lean forward hesitantly, before closing the gap and bumping into your nose. You giggle as he ran a hand down his face
"I am sorry. It's just, it's been a while" he trailed off.
"it's okay" you sooth, the moon shining through the window illuminated his face just enough for you to make out where his features were, so you leaned in to kiss him gently. He reciprocated just as sweetly, not demanding more than you were willing to give. Sliding your body closer to his, your free hand cupped his smooth cheek, increasing the pressure of your lips.
Byakuya groaned deep in his throat, parting your lips with his own to explore your mouth with his tongue. His free hand settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand wandered as you kissed, gently caressing up your side, a burning trail left in its wake. You let your hand trail down from his cheek, easily slipping into the robe he wore. His breath hitched as your fingers made contact with his well defined chest. Smoothing over the soft skin you explored his chest, causing a slight jolt as you brushed over a nipple.
Byakuya deepened the kiss, lifting from the bed slightly to lean over you. Your hand traveled up to his shoulder, gently pushing the thin material away. Breaking away from the kiss, breath mixing between you as you panted deeply, Byakuya shrugged off the arm of his robe before doing the same on the other side. Pooling at his waist, secured by a knotted sash, his arms and chest were exposed. Your fingers tickled over his chest, marvelling at the smoothness. His pale skin was flawless, void of any blemishes.
Leaning down to capture your lips, Byakuya cupped the side of your neck, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. Reaching up, your fingers found the tie holding his hair back, with a gentle tug you pulled it free, letting his silky strands cascade over his shoulders. A small moan escaped you, heat pooled at your centre as you pushed your thighs together craving friction at his answering groan.
"are you certain?" Byakuya spoke lowly, lips centimetres away from your own. You nod, teeth capturing your full bottom lip, teasing the skin there. You open your legs in invitation, creating space for him to fill, which he immediately slipped into at your verbal response
"please, I need you"
The back I've his fingers trailed down your cheek, following the slope of your neck, the path followed by tentative kisses. Tilting your head to the side to grant him more room, the intensity of those searing kisses increased. You wrapped your legs around his own, tangling your legs together under the blanket. His fingertips brushed up your thigh, tickling the sensitive skin with the hardened callouses formed from decades of training with a zanpakuto , slowly pushing up the hem of the T-shirt you wore. His hot breath ghosted over your neck, breathing deeply near the shell of your ear making you shiver in anticipation.
Trailing your fingers down his naked chest, you groaned into the room as he suckled on your pulse point, sending a wave of arousal through you
"Byakuya" you whine wantonly, "please"
His fingers grip the bottom of your top, pulling it slowly up your body and exposing your skin to the cool rooms air. Lifting slightly to aid in his attempt to pull it over your head and off you completely. Dropping it over the side of the bed, Byakuya surged forward to kiss you soundly, tongues meeting in a sensual dance. Your nails raked down his sides, hard muscles twitched under your fingertips. The sensation caused his body to jerk forward, his still covered arousal pressing against you. You followed the path to his gown, nimbly untying the sash holding it together and pulling it away completely, letting the garment follow your T-shirt.
You could feel everywhere his hot skin pressed against your own. A strong hand gripped hold of your hip, halting your squirming. Trembling slightly, the hand glided up your body, over the curves of your body to gently cup your breast. A shaky breath left his parted lips as he brushed a thumb over your hardened nipple, eliciting a addictive moan from you. You closed your eyes at the sensation, savouring the pleasure as he sweetly kissed his way down your neck, following the line of your sternum. When his hot mouth covered your nipple, sucking gently, you cried out.
Lavishing attention on your breasts, Byakuya pushed himself closer to you, letting you feel the weight of his arousal on your lower stomach. You reached between you, wrapping your fingers around him and gave an experimental tug. He hummed in approval around your nipple, the vibrations sending a shiver through you. His penis felt smooth in your hand, a decent length with a slight upwards curl. You brushed your thumb over the weeping head, spreading the moisture to slicken up the next downward stroke of your hand. Byakuyas hips surged forward, chasing the exquisite heat encasing his cock.
Removing himself from your breasts, Byakuya sat back on his haunches. His hands gently parted your thighs before removing your hand from his length. Bringing it up to his lips to leave a chaste kiss on your knuckles before setting it on your stomach. You jumped in surprise as one of his fingers brushed up the centre of your sex, teasing it's way through your folds and spreading the moisture already there. You squeezed your thighs around him, head thrown back into the pillow in pleasure. Carefully he inserted two fingers into your heat, torturously slow he began to pump them into your velvety walls, coating them with your arousal.
Your heavy breathing was loud to your ears, keening softly at the delicious feeling of being filled. Your hips gyrated subtly on his hand, seeking out more. The hand not caressing your inner walls held your hips in place with a squeeze. Mercifully he increased his pace, plunging into your wet depths with accuracy. You moaned loudly, arching your back and pushing your heaving breasts higher. Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you, desperate to hold onto something as the pressure built in your lower stomach
Feeling your walls tighten and spasm around his fingers, Byakuya held himself over you, large hand planted on the pillow next to your head. His hair fell around you, a curtain of black encasing you both in a protective shield from the outside world. Your arms wrapped themselves around his back, nails digging into the flesh at his shoulders. Fingers expertly bringing you to the edge of euphoria, Byakuya watched as your face contorted in pleasure, ready to swoop in and swallow your guttural moan as you exploded around his fingers.
Your body shook with trembles, the aftermath of an intense orgasm. You lessened your grip in his shoulders, soothing away the indents made by your nails with the palm of your hands. Breathing heavily, you regained enough coordination to return his desperate kiss. Parting, you reached down between you, holding his own neglected erection and directed it to the opening of your twitching core. As soon as the head made contact with your dampened folds, Byakuya pushed his hips forward, sheathing himself into your velvety heat.
Byakuya lowered himself onto you, forearms supporting most of his weight as he buried his head into your neck, moist breath coating your skin as he savoured the tight grip you had on him. He groaned into your neck, kissing you lightly as you wrapped your legs around his own, trapping him deep inside you. You squirmed under him, aching for him to move. Byakuya sighed out your name, sounding like a prayer from his lips as he slowly began thrusting into you. The deliberate drag of his hardened length pushing into your wet heat had you clenching your eyes tightly.
Your moans mixed with his quiet groans in the otherwise silent room. He adorned your neck with loving kisses as he increased the power behind his thrusts, chasing after his building orgasm. Your hands mapped out the muscles in his back, moving under your palm with every thrust. The slapping of skin grew louder as he increased his speed. The need for cool air brought him out from the crook of your neck, choosing instead to watch your face contort in pleasure under him.
You open your eyes to meet his, already staring at you with unabashed desire. You manage a small smile before a particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars, mouth parted prettily as you choked out a moan. You lift your hips to meet his downward thrusts, pushing him into you to the hilt.
"YN" he whispered full of praise as he peppered kisses on your face. You wrapped your around around his sticky back, thin sheen of sweat covering you both.
"Byakuya " you groan, the tightening in your lower stomach becoming almost painful "please"
He captured your lips in a desperate kiss, thrusting into you in a punishing pace. The band snapped, a wave of pleasure washed over you as you sobbed out his name, breaking the kiss. The clenching of your inner walls gripped him in almost paralysing pleasure, his thrusts turned erratic and he pushed himself over the edge, following you into his own powerful orgasm. He stilled momentarily, breathing heavily through his nose, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. A few shallow thrusts followed as your spasming heat milked him of his ejaculate.
Heart rate steadily coming down, limbs heavy with exhaustion, Byakuya leaned down, kissing you softly. Slowly pulling himself from you, too sensitive to remain buried within you, he laid down heavily beside you, pulling you into his arms. You laid in silence, coming down from your high as you calmed your breathing. Byakuyas fingers drew patterns into the skin of your side absentmindedly, relishing in the post orgasmic glow. His fingers slowly trailed to a stop, arm hung heavily over your waist as his breathing evened out. You glanced up to confirm he had fallen asleep.
Blindly reaching down, you gather the blanket to pull over your rapidly cooling bodies. You turn slowly in his arms, looking out to the window. The storm had passed, the lightening sky told you day break was fast approaching. Exhaustion laid heavily on your eyes, sleep threatening to pull you under. Giving in, you close your eyes, the image of your husband flashing through them. Your heart clenched painfully until Byakuyas arm tightened around your middle, pulling you closer into his chest as he sleepily nuzzled into your hair. A content small smile graced your lips as you succumb to the pull of sleep
"forgive me, my love"
the last fleeting thought you had before you surrendered to the darkness
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Ahem. the obamna bibble
Peter Griffin had always dreamt of becoming a bottle of Coca Cola. To him, there was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of being consumed by someone and quenching their thirst. He had often fantasized about it and even tried to replicate the feeling by having his wife Lois pour soda on him during intimate moments. But now, his dream had finally come true.
As he lay in his bottle form, he could feel the cool and refreshing liquid inside him. He was finally living his dream, and nothing could be better than this. He watched as people picked him up from the shelves and placed him in their carts. It was a feeling of joy and satisfaction that he had never experienced before.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to no good. He had been bullying Lois for weeks now, and it was time for him to make his move on the White House. He had planned an all-out attack and had been gathering his army of skeletons for weeks. They were all ready to march towards the White House and show the humans who was boss.
But there was one thing standing in his way - Peter Griffin. Sans knew that Peter was a formidable opponent, and he had to be taken care of before he could launch his attack. So, he set his sights on Peter, knowing that he was vulnerable in his current state.
As Sans made his way towards Peter, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew that this was going to be his biggest challenge yet, but he was ready for it. He approached Peter and taunted him, "Hey, bottle boy! You're no match for me. I'm the great Sans, and I'm here to take you down!"
But Peter was not afraid. He had waited his whole life for this moment and was ready to defend himself. He shouted back, "Bring it on, skeleton! I may be a bottle of Coca Cola, but I'm not afraid of you."
The two clashed in an epic battle, with Sans trying to knock Peter off the shelf, and Peter trying to defend himself. The battle raged on for hours, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. But eventually, Peter emerged victorious. He had managed to outsmart Sans and defeat him in battle.
Meanwhile, Obama was having a heartfelt and romantic moment with his husband, who was a slice of toast. They were sitting in their garden, reminiscing about their honeymoon in Italy. They had spent their days exploring the picturesque towns, indulging in the local cuisine, and basking in the warm Italian sun. It was a time that they both cherished, and they often talked about it whenever they got a chance.
As they sat there, holding hands and talking about their memories, they knew that they were meant to be together. They were each other's soulmates, and nothing could ever come between them.
But their romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion. They looked up to see a huge mushroom cloud rising in the distance. They knew that something terrible had happened, and they had to act fast.
They quickly got up and headed towards the city, where they saw the devastation caused by the epic battle between the evil gardening gnome and the breakdancing dog. The city was in ruins, and there were dead bodies lying everywhere. It was a scene of utter chaos and destruction.
Obama knew that he had to act fast to help the people of the city. He called for emergency services and set up a team of volunteers to help with the rescue and relief efforts. It was a long and grueling process, but eventually, they managed to restore some semblance of order to the city.
As he looked out at the ruins of the city, Obama knew that there was still a lot of work to be done. But he was determined to rebuild the city.
Once again, the world was in chaos. But this time, it was different. There was no Peter Griffin, no Sans, no gardening gnome, and no breakdancing dog. Instead, our story begins with Barack Obama, a slice of toast, and Mario.
It was a beautiful day in Italy. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the three of them were enjoying a quiet moment on a park bench overlooking the water.
"Barack," the slice of toast said, "I can't believe it's already been five years since we got married. Remember our honeymoon in Tuscany?"
"I do," Obama said with a smile. "It was the best two weeks of my life."
Mario cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me, but I think it's my turn now."
They both turned to him, and he took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I've never had the courage to say it. Barack, Toast, I love you both. I want to be with you."
Barack and Toast were surprised, but not entirely shocked. They had both noticed the way Mario had been looking at them, and they had both been attracted to him in their own way.
"Are you sure about this, Mario?" Toast asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Mario replied.
Barack smiled. "Well then, let's make it official."
They shared a three-way kiss, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly happy.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to his usual antics. He had launched a pug into space, and as he watched it disappear into the abyss, he felt a strange feeling in his chest.
For years, he had been struggling with his sexuality. His father, an autistic turtle driving a steamroller, had always told him that being gay was wrong, but as he watched the pug disappear into the darkness, he realized that he didn't care what his father thought anymore.
He drove the steamroller down to the beach, where he found Obama, Toast, and Mario in a passionate embrace. He took a deep breath and walked over to them.
"Obama," he said, "I know this might sound crazy, but I think I'm in love with you."
Obama was surprised, but not entirely shocked. He had noticed the way Sans had been looking at him, and he had always found him attractive in his own way.
"I don't know what to say, Sans," he replied. "I'm flattered, but I'm already in a relationship with Toast and Mario."
"I know," Sans said. "But I can't help how I feel."
They stood there in silence for a moment, until Mario spoke up. "You know, I've always been attracted to skeletons and turtles."
Sans smiled. "Really?"
"Yeah," Mario replied. "Why don't we all just give it a try?"
And so, the four of them spent the rest of the day on the beach, exploring their newfound love for each other.
But little did they know, a sinister force was watching them from afar. An Austrian pig had pointed a giant laser at Earth, and was preparing to fire.
As the laser charged up, the ground shook beneath their feet. They looked up and saw the beam of light coming straight at them.
They held each other tight, ready to face whatever came their way.
The pig got bored and decided to not fucking kill the earth
It had been a few months since Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had moved from Italy to Japan. They thought the move would be a fresh start for their relationship, but things were far from perfect. There was tension between them, and the slightest thing seemed to set one of them off.
One day, as they were walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, they bumped into Sonichu, who they had known from Italy. They had always found him charming and attractive, but they were in a committed relationship with each other, so they never acted on their feelings. But now, as they talked with Sonichu, they couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
As they spent more time with Sonichu, they found themselves getting closer and closer to him. They were all attracted to him, and they couldn't resist his charms. But they knew they were in a committed relationship with each other, and they didn't want to hurt each other.
One night, as they were all lying in bed together, Sonichu made a move on Obama. Obama was surprised at first, but he found himself giving in to Sonichu's advances. The other three watched in shock as Obama and Sonichu got intimate with each other.
Mario couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the room. Sans and the Slice of Toast stayed behind and tried to talk things through with Obama. They understood that Sonichu was attractive, but they didn't want to lose what they had with each other.
But as the days went by, Obama found himself getting more and more involved with Sonichu. He would cancel plans with Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast to spend time with Sonichu. They all started to feel neglected and unimportant to Obama.
Finally, they had enough. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast confronted Obama and Sonichu, telling them that they needed to stop their affair. Sonichu taunted them, saying that they were just jealous and that they couldn't handle the fact that he was better in bed than any of them.
That's when things got physical. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast attacked Sonichu, and in the heat of the moment, they turned him into a lamp. They all stood there in shock, realizing what they had done.
After they calmed down, they sat together in silence, not sure what to do next. But then, Obama leaned over and kissed Sans. The Slice of Toast joined in, and finally, Mario did too. They all realized that they loved each other, and that they didn't need anyone else to make them happy.
They all agreed to never speak of Sonichu again, and they went back to their normal lives. But they knew that they had to work on their relationship if they wanted to stay together. They promised to communicate more and to always be honest with each other. And as they lay in bed together, they knew that they had each other, and that was all they needed.
It was a beautiful day in the small town of Mushroom Kingdom. The sun was shining bright, and the birds were chirping. Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast were all gathered together in a quaint little chapel. They were all dressed in their finest attire and were beaming with joy. Today was the day that they would finally get married.
The wedding was going off without a hitch. The couple exchanged vows, and the crowd cheered as they kissed for the first time as a married couple. As they turned to face their guests, they were met with a surprising sight. Peter Griffin, the eccentric neighbor from Family Guy, was sitting in the front row, holding a bottle of Coca-Cola.
At first, everyone thought it was just a harmless prank, but as they looked closer, they realized that Peter was slowly transforming into the bottle. His body was becoming transparent, and he was starting to fizz. The guests started to panic, and the happy mood quickly turned to one of fear and confusion.
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast huddled together, trying to figure out what was happening. Peter's transformation into a bottle of Coca-Cola was slow, but it was happening right before their eyes. The bottle was getting colder, and the fizz was getting stronger.
"What is happening?" Sans asked, his voice trembling.
"I don't know," Obama replied, his eyes fixed on the bottle.
Mario and the Slice of Toast were equally puzzled. They had never seen anything like this before. The guests were getting restless, and some were even starting to leave. The atmosphere in the chapel was tense, and everyone was on edge.
Suddenly, the bottle started to shake, and the liquid inside started to bubble. It was clear that something was going to happen, and the guests braced themselves for the worst. But instead of exploding, the bottle started to shrink. Peter's transformation was complete, and he was now a small, glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
The guests breathed a collective sigh of relief, but the newlyweds were still in shock. They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know how to react. As they turned to each other for comfort, they realized that they were all feeling the same way. They had just gone through a traumatic experience together, and they were all in need of some love and support.
They took each other's hands and walked down the aisle, the small bottle of Coca-Cola forgotten in the chaos. As they walked out of the chapel, they were greeted by a beautiful rainbow that had appeared in the sky. It was a sign that everything was going to be okay.
They spent the rest of the day celebrating their marriage and enjoying each other's company. They danced and laughed, and they were grateful for each other's love and support. And even though they would never forget the strange incident with Peter Griffin and the Coca-Cola bottle, they knew that they could get through anything together.
As the boat pulled out of the harbor, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast looked out at the clear blue sea. They were finally on their honeymoon, and nothing could dampen their spirits. Except, perhaps, for the fact that Sonic was following them in a tiny speedboat.
"Ugh, can't that blue pest leave us alone for one minute?" Mario grumbled.
"Relax, Mario," Sans said with a grin. "Maybe he just wants to admire our coolness from afar."
The Slice of Toast rolled their eyes. "I don't think that's it. Sonic's always had a thing for Obama."
Obama chuckled. "Let him look. As long as he keeps his distance, I don't mind."
But Sonic wasn't content to just look. He revved his boat's engine and sped towards their boat, making sharp turns and spraying water everywhere.
"What the hell?" Sans exclaimed as he ducked to avoid getting drenched.
Mario growled. "That's it. I'm gonna give that hedgehog a piece of my mind."
As Mario prepared to jump onto Sonic's boat, the Slice of Toast grabbed his arm. "Wait, Mario. Look."
Underswap Papyrus, dressed in his signature orange hoodie, was doing a bizarre Fortnite dance on the deck of another boat. The seagulls that had been circling overhead suddenly burst into flames and fell to the water below.
"What the f---," Sans muttered as he shielded his eyes.
Mario and the Slice of Toast exchanged worried glances. "Do you think we should do something?" Mario asked.
Obama nodded. "We have to stop him. Before he causes any more damage."
As their boat pulled alongside Sonic's, Mario leapt onto the smaller vessel and tackled Sonic to the ground, and dealt a fatal punch to sonic's face. Sans used his magic to conjure up a blast of wind that knocked Underswap Papyrus off his boat and into the water.
But as they subdued the two troublemakers, they noticed something odd happening to Peter, who had been idly sipping a Coke on the deck of their own boat.
"Hey, what's happening to him?" the Slice of Toast cried out as Peter's body slowly twisted and contorted until he was transformed into a bottle of Coca-Cola.
The four of them exchanged bewildered looks. "What the hell is going on?" Sans wondered aloud.
As they sailed back towards the shore, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What other bizarre things lay in store for them on their honeymoon?
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had decided to extend their honeymoon and take a trip to France, also i think frank sinatra was there too. As they arrived, they were immediately taken in by the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful scenery. They had rented a luxurious villa near the coast, and everything was perfect.
One day, as they were enjoying a walk on the beach, they stumbled upon Tails the Fox. He was injured and needed help, so they took him back to their villa and nursed him back to health. Tails was grateful and soon became friends with the group.
As they spent more time together, Tails began to develop feelings for Sans. He couldn't resist his charm and soon found himself kissing him passionately. This caused some tension between Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails, but Obama intervened and reminded them that they were all in this relationship together.
Meanwhile, Underswap Papyrus arrived in France and decided to surprise his new friends. He came over to their villa and began to do his weird Fortnite default dance, causing all the nearby birds to combust. But surprisingly, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast loved it this time around, and they welcomed Underswap Papyrus with open arms.
With Tails now in the relationship, they decided to take things slow and explore France. They visited the Eiffel Tower, went shopping on the Champs-Élysées, and enjoyed romantic dinners at fancy restaurants. Tails fit in perfectly with the group, and they all had a wonderful time.
But as they were getting ready to leave France, they realized that their relationship had changed. They had all become more intimate with each other, and they knew that their dynamic would never be the same. However, they were happy and content with their new situation, and they were excited to see what the future would bring.
As they left France, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus were all cuddled up together, enjoying the journey home. They knew that they would face challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them together.
It was a bright and sunny day when Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails the Fox, and Underswap Papyrus decided to continue their honeymoon by traveling to Iceland. The group of friends were excited to see the breathtaking landscapes and engage in thrilling activities, but they had no idea what was in store for them.
As they explored the Icelandic wilderness, they stumbled upon a herd of goats blocking their path. Tails approached the goats, hoping to make friends with them, but they started attacking him. The others quickly jumped in to help, with Mario and the Slice of Toast using their fire abilities to keep the goats at bay. Sans, on the other hand, transformed into a viking and charged at the goats with his trusty battle axe.
After a long and tiring battle, the group managed to fend off the goats and continue their journey. However, the battle left them exhausted and they decided to rest for the night in a nearby cave. As they settled down for the night, Underswap Papyrus suggested they sing an opera to pass the time.
The group laughed and agreed to sing an opera, with Obama taking on the lead role. For the next 24 hours, they sang and acted out an epic opera that chronicled their adventures in Iceland, complete with dramatic solos and intricate choreography. The other creatures of the cave even joined in, adding their own unique melodies to the performance.
As the opera came to an end, the group realized that they had developed a newfound appreciation for each other. They had fought alongside each other, laughed together, and now sung together in a glorious opera. They felt a deep bond that would stay with them forever.
The group continued their journey, traveling deeper into Iceland and encountering all sorts of creatures, from majestic whales to playful seals. They even tried their hand at ice fishing, with Tails using his tails to create a makeshift fishing rod.
After a week of adventures, they returned home, feeling rejuvenated and closer than ever before. They all agreed that Iceland had been a magical experience, and that they would never forget the memories they had created together.
As they said their goodbyes and parted ways, the group knew that their bond was unbreakable. No matter where life took them, they would always have each other's backs, and they would always cherish the memories of their honeymoon in Iceland.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and their best friend Underswap Papyrus decided to take a trip to Las Vegas to spice up their relationship. As soon as they arrived, they couldn't resist the allure of the city's many casinos.
The group quickly found themselves in the midst of a gambling frenzy. Each of them had their own favorite game, but they all shared a common desire to win big. However, as time went on, they started to notice something strange happening to Underswap Papyrus.
At first, they thought he was just tired from all the gambling, but then they noticed he was starting to change. His skin was turning purple and he was starting to look like an eggplant. The group was shocked and worried about their friend, but Underswap Papyrus just laughed it off.
"Don't worry about me guys," he said. "I'll be back to normal in no time. I think I just need a break from all this gambling."
The group continued to play, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They were all starting to become addicted to the thrill of gambling and it was starting to take its toll on their relationships. They started arguing and fighting with each other over trivial things.
Sans, who had been particularly unlucky at the craps table, was feeling particularly frustrated. "I can't believe I keep losing," he muttered. "This is ridiculous. I need to win back all the money I've lost."
Tails tried to console him. "Don't worry Sans," he said. "Maybe we should take a break and do something else. Like go see a show or something."
But Sans was adamant. "No way," he said. "I'm going to win big or die trying."
Meanwhile, Mario was starting to feel left out. He had always been the one to plan their trips and adventures, but this time he felt like he had lost control. He wanted to leave the casino and explore the city, but the others were too focused on gambling.
"I feel like we're not really enjoying our trip," he said to The Slice of Toast. "I miss the old days when we would just go on adventures and have fun together."
The Slice of Toast nodded in agreement. "Me too," she said. "But I don't want to ruin their fun. Maybe we can convince them to take a break and do something else."
Eventually, the group did take a break from gambling and decided to go see a show. They saw a spectacular performance by a magician who made a tiger appear out of thin air. The group was amazed and the tension between them started to dissipate.
As they left the theater, they noticed Underswap Papyrus was back to normal. "I feel so much better now," he said. "I think I just needed a break from all the gambling."
The group laughed and continued on their adventure, enjoying the rest of their time in Las Vegas. They realized that it wasn't about winning big or becoming addicted to gambling, but about spending time with the people they loved and creating memories together.
In the end, they all left Las Vegas richer in love and friendship, even if they didn't win big at the casinos.
Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails decided to take a romantic tank ride through America. They had been married for a while now and wanted to spice up their love life with something adventurous. Underswap Papyrus, their best friend, was excited to join them on this ride. As they were driving through the desert, Peter Griffin appeared out of nowhere, dancing and turning into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
Obama Sans was shocked to see Peter again, but Mario and the Slice of Toast had seen him before and knew what was coming. They tried to warn Tails and Underswap Papyrus, but it was too late. Peter's dance moves were so rad that they were hypnotized and turned into Coca-Cola bottles as well.
Sans, however, was determined not to fall under Peter's spell. He decided to take matters into his own hands and become a cowboy. He put on a hat, boots, and a vest, and started singing country songs. The others were amazed at how he transformed into a completely different person.
As they continued driving through the desert, they came across a group of goats. Tails suggested they should battle the goats to make their trip more exciting. The others agreed, and the battle began. Tails used his fox powers to confuse the goats, and Underswap Papyrus did a weird dance that made them dizzy. Mario and the Slice of Toast used their teamwork to knock them out.
After their victorious battle, they decided to take a break and have a picnic. They spread out a blanket and started eating sandwiches and drinking Coca-Cola from the bottles they had become. Sans played his guitar and sang romantic songs to Obama, who was over the moon.
But as the night drew near, they realized that they had been on the tank ride for too long. They were exhausted and needed to rest. They decided to spend the night in a nearby hotel. However, they soon found out that the hotel had a casino, and they got addicted to gambling.
Underswap Papyrus, in particular, got so addicted that he temporarily turned into an eggplant. The others were shocked and worried about him. They tried to snap him out of it by singing his favorite song, but nothing worked.
Eventually, they realized that they needed to get out of the casino and back on the road. They decided to leave Las Vegas and continue their tank ride. As they were leaving, they heard the sound of Peter's voice singing in the distance. They knew they had to be careful, but they were also excited to see what was coming next.
As they continued on their tank ride, they wondered where they would end up next. They had already battled goats, turned into Coca-Cola bottles, and even had a wild night in Las Vegas. What else was in store for them on their journey? One thing was for sure: they were all in this together and were ready for anything that came their way.
As the sun beats down on the arctic desert, four cowboys can be seen approaching in the distance. The first is Obama Sans, a tall and lean cowboy with a smooth, baritone voice. Next is Mario, a stocky cowboy with a thick mustache and a deep, rumbling voice. The Slice of Toast is a slender cowboy with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, while Tails is a young and energetic cowboy with a high-pitched voice.
As they approach, they spot a lone figure in the distance - Snufkin, the notorious outlaw who has been terrorizing the town. With a nod to each other, the four cowboys break into a run, their spurs jingling as they close in on their target.
Snufkin turns, drawing his pistol as he sees the cowboys approaching. "I've been expecting you," he sneers, a sly smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone to challenge me."
The cowboys stop in their tracks, drawing their own pistols and taking aim at Snufkin. "We're not afraid of you," Obama Sans says, his voice steady and calm. "We're here to bring you to justice."
Snufkin laughs, a cold and bitter sound. "You'll have to catch me first," he taunts, firing a shot that narrowly misses Mario's head.
The cowboys return fire, bullets whizzing through the air as they take cover behind rocks and cacti. Snufkin is a fast and elusive target, dodging and weaving as he fires shot after shot at the cowboys.
Underswap Papyrus suddenly appears on the scene, his body pulsing with energy. "I'll take care of this," he says, performing a Fortnite default dance that causes all the nearby birds to combust.
Snufkin is momentarily distracted by the bizarre spectacle, and the cowboys take advantage of the opportunity to close in on him. With a roar, they tackle him to the ground and disarm him, finally bringing the outlaw to justice.
As they celebrate their victory, Peter Griffin appears once more, his Jojo stand at the ready. "I've got a surprise for you," he says, a sly grin on his face.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashes his power, turning himself and all the homeless people in the nearby town into glass bottles of Coca-Cola.
The cowboys are stunned, unsure of what to do next. But in the end, they know that they must move on. They kiss and breakdance in a final display of their love and friendship, before riding off into the sunset on their trusty steeds.
Once again, the gang found themselves at yet another strange event. This time, they were attending the wedding of their dear friend, Underswap Papyrus. However, this wasn't just any ordinary wedding - Papyrus was marrying himself.
As they entered the venue, Obama Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails were greeted with a sight that they wouldn't soon forget. Papyrus was standing at the altar, dressed in a pristine white suit and beaming with pride. His guests were dressed in their finest attire, but there was something off about the whole scene. The cake, which was constantly noclipping through the wall, seemed to be the only thing that was going according to plan.
As they took their seats, a sudden explosion echoed through the room. It was a pig that had exploded for no apparent reason. Everyone was taken aback, but oddly enough, they were all feeling a strange sense of arousal.
Papyrus, being the showman that he was, decided to breakdance in the middle of the ceremony. As he spun around, he caused even more birds to explode. The guests were now in a frenzy, feeling both flustered and amazed by the spectacle before them.
Meanwhile, Obama Sans had found his way to the open bar and had begun to indulge in some drinks. Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails tried to intervene, but it was too late - he was already drunk. Obama Sans stumbled around the reception hall, singing karaoke and making a fool of himself.
As the night wore on, things only got stranger. Suddenly, a group of people dressed in strange costumes burst into the room. They were there to challenge Papyrus to a dance-off. Papyrus, always up for a challenge, accepted.
The dance-off was fierce, with both sides putting on a display of incredible moves. However, in the end, Papyrus emerged victorious. The guests erupted in cheers, and even Obama Sans had sobered up enough to join in.
As the night drew to a close, the gang realized that they had just experienced one of the most bizarre events of their lives. But for some reason, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. They had laughed, danced, and celebrated with their dear friend Papyrus. And at the end of the day, that's all that really mattered.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat around a giant table, staring at the four-kilometer pizza in the center. They had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and they were ready to feast.
"Alright, let's do this," Mario said, slicing off a massive piece of pizza.
As they devoured the pizza, they chatted and laughed about various topics, from politics to video games.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Amy, Sonic's former girlfriend, and she looked furious.
"You! You killed Sonic!" she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at them.
The group froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a pig nearby exploded, making everyone jump and causing Amy to stop mid-rant.
"What the heck was that?" Tails asked, looking around in confusion.
"I don't know, but let's take advantage of this opportunity and run!" Sans exclaimed, grabbing a slice of pizza and making a break for it.
The group scattered, each trying to get away from Amy as quickly as possible. But as they ran, they realized that they were lost.
"We're never going to make it out of here," The Slice of Toast said, panting heavily.
Suddenly, Amy appeared out of nowhere, a bottle of vodka in her hand.
"Guys, I don't care about Sonic anymore. Let's just get drunk and forget about everything," she said, offering them the bottle.
The group hesitated for a moment before accepting the offer. They sat around the table, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing and talking about everything under the sun.
As the night wore on, they all stumbled outside to look at the stars. Underswap Papyrus marveled at the constellations, pointing out various stars and telling stories about them.
"I can't believe we're all such good friends now," Obama said, his words slightly slurred.
"It's amazing what a little alcohol can do," Tails added, grinning.
The group sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.
Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and they all made a wish. As they walked back to their homes, they felt a newfound sense of camaraderie and friendship.
"Today was one of the best days ever," Sans said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I couldn't agree more," Mario added.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they knew that they had all just experienced something truly special. And they couldn't wait to do it again.
The group of friends, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, and Underswap Papyrus, were all excited for their road trip through Europe. They were all packed and ready to go, but there was one problem. None of them knew how to drive on the opposite side of the road, and they didn't have a car. That's when Amy stepped in and offered to drive them around in her old beat-up van.
As they drove through the winding roads of the French countryside, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beautiful scenery. The rolling hills and lush greenery were unlike anything they had ever seen before. Sans was especially impressed, "Hey, guys, look at that! That looks like a giant spaghetti monster!" he exclaimed, pointing to a cloud formation.
Amy rolled her eyes, "That's just a cloud, Sans. You're such a weirdo."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the van started shaking. They pulled over to the side of the road and saw that one of the pigs in the nearby field had exploded.
"What the heck?!" exclaimed Mario. "That's the second time we've seen a pig explode today!"
Everyone was feeling a little uneasy about the situation, but Amy tried to reassure them, "It's probably just some kind of gas leak or something. Let's just keep moving."
As they continued on their journey, more strange things started happening. Peter Griffin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and turned into a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Everyone was freaking out, except for Amy, who just shrugged and said, "Eh, just another weird thing that happens on these kinds of trips."
Eventually, they arrived in Paris and decided to stop for a quick bite to eat. They found a local pizzeria that boasted the world's largest pizza. The group of friends decided to split it, and were surprised to find out that the pizza was over 4 kilometers long.
As they ate their way through the pizza, they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them. It was Amy's ex-boyfriend, Sonic. He was alive and well, and he was furious.
"You guys killed me off in that last story!" he exclaimed. "I demand justice!"
The group was taken aback, and they didn't know how to respond. Luckily, another pig exploded, which made everyone flustered and distracted Sonic long enough for the group to make a quick escape.
As they continued on their road trip, they found themselves in Germany, where they stumbled upon a beer festival. Amy couldn't resist, and started drinking heavily. The rest of the group decided to join in and get drunk as well. They all had a great time, and ended up becoming even closer friends than they already were.
As the night wore on, they all went outside to look at the stars. They sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful night sky.
"You know," said Obama, "this is the best road trip I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."
Everyone agreed, and they all promised to take another road trip together in the future. They all fell asleep under the stars, feeling grateful for their friendship and the adventures they had shared.
It was a hot summer evening and the gang was looking for something to do. Obama, sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, underswap papyrus, and their sarcastic gal pal Amy had been brainstorming for hours. Finally, Amy spoke up.
"Guys, I've got it. Let's hit up the local vaporwave 80's club and get wasted."
The group looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they all agreed.
As they arrived at the club, the neon lights and synthwave music filled their senses. Amy immediately went to the bar and ordered some drinks, while the others started to dance.
Obama was really getting into it, doing some of his signature moves from his college days, while mario and the slice of toast tails were doing their best impressions of the robots from the music video for "Popcorn."
As the night wore on, Amy decided to ditch her cigarettes for some pot, which she passed around to the rest of the group. They all got incredibly high and decided to watch an episode of Miami Vice on the club's big screen.
But as they watched the show, they started to get bored. They decided to start insulting a nerd on Twitter who had been trying to argue with them about the meaning of vaporwave.
Amy was particularly brutal, using her sarcasm to tear him apart, while the others chimed in with their own insults.
Finally, the nerd gave up and blocked them all. The group high-fived each other, feeling victorious.
But just then, another group of guys entered the club, and things started to get tense. They were looking for trouble, and it wasn't long before a fight broke out.
The gang quickly found themselves in the thick of it, with Obama using his quick reflexes to dodge punches, sans using his telekinesis to knock out a few guys, and Mario and the slice of toast tails using their acrobatic skills to evade attacks.
Even Amy got in on the action, using her wit to distract one of the guys before taking him down with a swift kick to the groin.
After the brawl was over, the group was exhausted but exhilarated. They decided to call it a night and headed back to their respective homes.
As they said their goodbyes, Amy turned to them and said, "I gotta say, guys, that was one of the craziest nights of my life. Let's do it again sometime."
The group agreed, already planning their next adventure.
It was a bright and sunny morning, but the gang felt like they had been hit by a truck. As they slowly opened their eyes, they found themselves in bed, all tangled up with each other. They looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but their memories were hazy at best.
"Ugh, my head is killing me," groaned Sans, rubbing his temples.
"Yeah, what the heck happened last night?" added Obama.
Mario sat up, trying to shake off the cobwebs in his brain. "I don't know, but I think we had a wild time."
Tails, who was snuggled up against Mario, looked around the room in confusion. "Wait, why are we all in the same bed?"
Underswap Papyrus, who was still asleep, mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, causing Amy to stir awake.
"Oh, good morning, sleepyheads," said Amy, stretching her arms above her head. "How's everyone feeling?"
"Like we got hit by a freight train," replied Mario, wincing as he sat up.
Amy chuckled. "Yeah, I figured as much. You guys got pretty wild last night."
"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Obama, a look of concern on his face.
"Well, let's just say there was a lot of giggling and... physical contact," said Amy with a smirk.
The gang all looked at each other, a mix of confusion and embarrassment on their faces.
"I don't remember any of that," said Tails, blushing.
Sans let out a chuckle. "Guess we had too much fun last night, huh?"
As they tried to piece together the events of the previous night, they noticed a strange smell in the room. It was a mix of stale smoke and something else that they couldn't quite identify.
"What's that smell?" asked Underswap Papyrus, now fully awake.
Amy sniffed the air. "Oh, that's probably the pot we smoked last night. It must have been pretty strong stuff."
The gang looked at each other, still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they had all gotten high and ended up in bed together.
As they got up to try and make sense of what had happened, they noticed that there was a strange energy in the air. It was like the explosion of the pig the night before had somehow changed the dynamic between them, making them feel more connected and intimate than ever before.
"Hey, guys," said Mario, looking around at the group. "I don't know what happened last night, but I feel like we've all become a lot closer."
Tails nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I feel like we can really trust each other now."
Amy smiled. "Well, that's the magic of weed, I guess. It makes everything feel more intense and meaningful."
Obama looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his friends. Even though they had all ended up in bed together, he felt like they had all bonded in a way that he had never experienced before.
"Hey, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach.
The others all agreed, and they got dressed and headed out to find some breakfast. As they walked through the streets, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of camaraderie and adventure. They had no idea what the day would bring, but they were excited to find out together.
Once upon a time, in a mystical world where video game characters were alive and well, there lived a happy couple named Obama and Sans. They were happily married and lived with their best friends, Mario and Slice of Toast Tails. The group loved going on adventures together, and today was no exception. They were exploring some ancient ruins when they stumbled upon their good friend, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy, their somewhat sarcastic gal pal.
As they made their way through the ruins, they stumbled upon their old friend, Knuckles, who seemed to be struck with grief, sadness, and anger. He was deeply upset over the murder of their mutual friend, Sonic, at the hands of Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast. Knuckles could not believe what he was seeing and immediately confronted the group.
"What have you done? How could you have killed Sonic?" Knuckles asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
Obama and Sans exchanged a knowing glance, while Mario and Slice of Toast looked down at their feet in shame. "We did what we had to do," Obama replied coolly.
This only angered Knuckles further, and he flew into a fit of rage. "You had no right! Sonic was our friend, and you took him away from us!"
The group watched in disbelief as Knuckles launched himself at them, ready to fight. What followed was a battle like no other, a Disbelief styled fight. The fight was broken down into four phases, each one more intense than the last.
In the first phase, Knuckles was trying to convince Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast to stop their aggressions. He was not visibly angry at this stage; he was instead deeply saddened by their actions and clearly missed his friend. The group attacked him relentlessly, but Knuckles blocked all their attacks. At the end of this phase, Knuckles collapsed and burst into tears, regretting his decision to fight. However, he continued to block attacks until the transition to Phase Two.
In the second phase, Knuckles broke his bone into two halves and entered a state of cold rage. He claimed that Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast deserved to die. He was able to change the bullet board and replace all ITEMs with Spaghetti, which heals 0 HP. (Except in the new playable version, It actually heals HP.) At the end of the phase, he hesitated and ultimately stopped himself from dealing a fatal blow to the group, before eventually transitioning into Phase Three.
In the third phase, Knuckles' SOUL began to resonate as his memories of Sonic and the gardening gnome in his Undying form entered the fight. Knuckles came to terms with the fact that Sonic and the gardening gnome were dead. He then decided to confront Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and attempt to change them before it was too late. Knuckles displayed the ability to manipulate the player's maximum HP during this phase. At the end of this phase, Knuckles transitioned into Phase Four.
In the fourth and final phase, Knuckles still believed in Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and begged for them to spare him and have a good ending, while using attacks reminiscent of his "really cool regular attack." The group struck him down and continued to attack his skull even as he claimed he still believed they could change, eventually leading to a fatal wound.
As Knuckles lay dying, Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast looked at each other in regret. They had gone too far and had lost a friend because of it. They made a promise to each other to never let things get out of hand like that again.
As they walked away from the ruins, they knew they had a lot of work to
make a 4 page story with complex and long dialogue, and complex details described about obama ,sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, who are married to eachother, their best friend underswap papyrus, and amy, going to therapy after their harrowing experience fighting knuckles
The group sat in the waiting room of Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, all nervously fidgeting in their seats. Obama leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure how much this is really going to help," he said, glancing over at his friends.
Sans shrugged, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I dunno, man. It's worth a shot, right? We've been through a lot lately, and maybe talking to someone who isn't in the thick of it all will help us process everything."
Mario nodded in agreement, clasping his hands together. "Si, I agree. We have been through so much. It can't hurt to try."
Tails, who was sitting beside Obama, shifted in his seat. "I just hope we can find some way to move past what happened. It's been hard on all of us, but I feel like Knuckles is taking it the hardest."
Underswap Papyrus, who had come along for moral support, spoke up. "Yes, it is important to address our issues before they get worse. It is nothing to be ashamed of."
Just then, the door to the waiting room opened and Dr. Robotnik stepped out, beckoning them to follow him. They filed into his office, taking seats on a large couch as he sat across from them.
"So," he began, "what brings you all here today?"
Amy was the first to speak up. "We've been through a traumatic experience recently, and we're struggling to process everything. We thought that maybe talking to someone could help us work through it all."
Dr. Robotnik nodded, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. "Of course. Can you tell me a bit about what happened?"
Obama took a deep breath, relaying the events of their encounter with Knuckles and the aftermath. As he spoke, Tails and Sans chimed in with their own perspectives, and Amy interjected with her own brand of sarcastic humor to lighten the mood.
Dr. Robotnik listened patiently, occasionally asking clarifying questions or offering his own insights. When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, it sounds like you all have been through quite an ordeal," he said. "It's natural to feel a range of emotions after something like that. The most important thing is that you're all here, willing to talk about it and work through it."
They spent the next hour discussing their feelings and experiences, with Dr. Robotnik guiding the conversation and offering coping strategies. By the end of the session, they all felt a bit lighter, more able to face the challenges that lay ahead.
As they filed out of the office, Underswap Papyrus clapped Obama on the back. "See, I told you it would help," he said with a grin.
Obama chuckled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah, you were right. I guess it's not so bad talking about our feelings after all."
Sans nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was kinda nice to have someone else listen to us for a change."
Tails smiled, looking over at his husband. "I'm just glad we're all in this together. We'll get through it, one step at a time."
Mario wrapped an arm around Tails' shoulders. "Si, we will. Together, nothing can stop us."
And with that, the group walked out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Dr. Robotnik sat at his desk in his therapy office, ready to receive his clients. It was a new day, and he was eager to help his clients overcome their difficulties. As he looked over his notes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the progress his clients had made.
He thought back to their first session, where they were all struggling to come to terms with the events that had transpired. But now, after months of hard work and dedication, they were all making significant progress.
As his first client, Obama, walked into the room, Robotnik couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had always known that he had the ability to help people, and he was proud of the progress his clients had made.
"Good morning, Obama," he said warmly. "How have you been?"
"I've been doing well, thanks," Obama replied, taking a seat on the couch. "I feel like I've made a lot of progress since we started working together."
"I'm glad to hear that," Robotnik said, making some notes on his pad. "So, what's been on your mind lately?"
As Obama began to talk, Robotnik listened carefully, taking notes and asking questions to gain a deeper understanding of his client's thoughts and feelings. Over the course of the session, they worked together to explore some of Obama's past experiences, and how they might be impacting his current emotional state.
As the session drew to a close, Robotnik felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he had helped Obama make some progress, and that he had made a positive impact on his life.
As Obama left the office, Robotnik took a moment to reflect on his own life. He had always been passionate about helping others, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't living up to his full potential.
Later that day, Robotnik decided to take a break from his work and head to his local coffee shop. As he sipped his coffee, he pondered his purpose in life. He had always been so focused on his work as a therapist, but now that Sonic was gone, he wasn't sure what he should be doing.
As he sat there lost in thought, he was approached by the barista, who asked if he was okay.
"I'm fine, thank you," Robotnik replied, smiling. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."
"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," the barista said kindly.
As Robotnik left the coffee shop and made his way home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the kindness of strangers. Maybe, he thought, there was more to life than just being a therapist. Maybe there were other ways he could help people and make a difference in the world.
As he arrived home and settled in for the night, Robotnik knew that he had some serious soul-searching to do. But he was also excited to explore new possibilities and find new ways to make a positive impact in the world. After all, he knew that he had the ability to help people, and that was something that would never change.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat in Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, discussing their next session. They had been making progress, but everyone was feeling stressed and overworked. After some thought, The Slice of Toast suggested a vacation to Switzerland to relax and recharge.
Dr. Robotnik was hesitant at first, but the group eventually convinced him to come along. They all piled into The Slice of Toast's car and before he knew it, they had yeeted the car across the Atlantic ocean, much to Robotnik's surprise. As they landed in Switzerland, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really in a cartoon.
They rented a chalet in the Alps, and Amy wasted no time in indulging in some of Switzerland's finest herbs. She became even more sarcastic than usual, but at least she was calmer and happier. Suddenly, a nearby pig exploded, causing everyone to become aroused. Dr. Robotnik was bewildered, but Amy assured him it was a normal thing that happened often in Switzerland.
As they continued their exploration, they were followed by Peter Griffin, who eventually confronted them with a dramatic monologue. The group was confused, but eventually, Peter turned into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered.
Despite the bizarre turn of events, the group enjoyed some lighthearted shenanigans, including trying Swiss chocolate and learning to yodel. They eventually ended up at a local bar, where everyone except for Dr. Robotnik got drunk on Swiss beer.
As they stumbled back to the chalet, they all collapsed into their beds, exhausted from the day's activities. Dr. Robotnik took a moment to step outside and gaze up at the stars, lost in thought. Amy joined him and the two of them sat in silence, contemplating life and the bizarre turn of events that had brought them to Switzerland.
Despite the chaos and confusion, Dr. Robotnik found himself feeling grateful for this odd group of friends. As they returned home, he couldn't help but wonder what his purpose was now that Sonic was gone. But for the moment, he was content to enjoy the company of his new friends and the strange adventures they brought.
It was a sunny day in the town of Mushroom Kingdom, and Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy were all hanging out at their favorite café. They were all dressed in their casual attire, which ranged from t-shirts and jeans to dresses and skirts. They were sipping on their drinks and chatting about various topics, from politics to video games.
Obama was talking about his recent visit to Africa, where he had met with various world leaders to discuss issues related to climate change and human rights. Sans was listening intently, nodding his head in agreement with everything Obama said. Mario and Slice of Toast Tails were engrossed in a game of Super Smash Bros, while Underswap Papyrus was busy texting on his phone.
Amy, on the other hand, was leaning back in her chair, observing everyone with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "You guys are so boring," she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. "Why don't we do something fun?"
Everyone looked at her, intrigued. "Like what?" Obama asked.
"I don't know, let's go on an adventure or something," Amy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The group all looked at each other, contemplating the idea. "That sounds like a great idea," Mario said, pausing his game. "Where should we go?"
Underswap Papyrus suggested going to a nearby amusement park, but Amy rolled her eyes. "That's so cliche," she said. "Let's go somewhere unexpected."
Slice of Toast Tails chimed in. "How about we go to an escape room? I've always wanted to try one."
The group all agreed, and they quickly finished their drinks and made their way to the nearest escape room. They were all given clues and puzzles to solve, and they worked together as a team to escape the room before the time ran out. It was a challenging but fun experience, and they all left feeling accomplished and proud of themselves.
After the escape room, the group decided to grab some lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. They sat at a table outside, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company. As they ate their sandwiches, they talked about their favorite movies and TV shows, and Amy couldn't resist making sarcastic comments about everything.
As they finished their meal, Obama received a call from his wife, Michelle. He excused himself from the table and walked a few steps away to take the call.
The rest of the group continued chatting and laughing, but their conversation was interrupted by a loud noise. They turned to see Obama, with a sheepish expression on his face, standing in front of a parked car that he had accidentally hit with his own car.
The group all rushed over to see if they could help, and they spent the next hour exchanging information with the car's owner and waiting for the police to arrive. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they all managed to make the best of the situation, joking around and keeping each other entertained while they waited.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they all agreed that it had been a fun and memorable day. It was a reminder that sometimes the most unexpected and unplanned moments can end up being the best ones.
It was a sunny day in the land of stories, and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and their best friends Underswap Papyrus and Amy were gathered together for a casual hangout. They had been through so much together, from fighting Knuckles to going on a wild vacation to Switzerland, and they were happy to just spend a quiet day in each other's company.
As they sat around a picnic table in a park, Sans pulled out his guitar and started strumming a melody. Tails, who was always tinkering with gadgets, had brought a portable speaker and hooked it up to Sans' guitar so they could all hear him play.
Amy, even the sarcastic one, cracked a joke about Sans' guitar skills, and they all laughed. Mario pulled out a large bag of mushrooms, and they all took some, feeling the effects almost instantly. They lay back on the grass, watching the clouds float by, lost in thought.
"I can't believe we've been through so much together," said Tails, breaking the silence. "Remember when we went to therapy with Dr. Robotnik?"
The group groaned in unison at the memory. Dr. Robotnik had helped them all with their trauma after fighting Knuckles, but his eccentricities had made the therapy sessions more than a little bizarre.
"I still can't believe we yeeted our car across the ocean," said Obama, grinning.
Amy snorted. "And then we got high in Switzerland and watched a pig explode."
Underswap Papyrus giggled. "That was so weird, bro."
They spent the afternoon reminiscing about their past adventures, and before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. They decided to head back to Tails and Mario's home for a movie night.
As they walked back to the house, Obama and Sans fell behind the group, deep in conversation.
"I still can't believe Sonic is gone," said Obama, his voice heavy with sadness.
Sans put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know, man. It's tough. But we've got each other, and we'll get through it together."
They caught up with the rest of the group, who were already settling in on the couch. Tails had put on a movie, but they quickly lost interest and started chatting again.
Amy brought up the topic of their individual personalities and how they had all grown and changed over the years. They talked about how Sans had become more introspective and Tails had become more confident.
Underswap Papyrus spoke up. "And Amy, you've become even more sarcastic than ever."
She grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
They spent the rest of the evening hanging out, eating pizza and watching YouTube videos. As the night grew later, they all began to yawn and stretch, ready to head to bed.
As they said their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms, Obama paused to look up at the stars.
"I wonder what the future holds for us," he said softly.
Sans walked up beside him and looked up as well. "Who knows, man. But as long as we've got each other, we'll be okay."
And with that, they both headed off to bed, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.
It was a Friday evening and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and the slice of toast were sitting in their living room, bored out of their minds. They had been working hard all week and were in desperate need of some entertainment. Amy, who had just arrived, had the perfect idea - they should get wasted!
"I have a whole bottle of whiskey in my bag," Amy said with a grin. "Let's get drunk and have some fun!"
The group hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go along with the plan. After all, what harm could a little bit of alcohol do?
As they started drinking, things quickly started to get wild. Sans, who was never one to hold his liquor, was already slurring his words and stumbling around the room. Mario, on the other hand, was dancing on the table, doing his best impression of a go-go dancer.
Tails, being the responsible one, had set up a designated driver to take them to the local bar, but even he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He had a sudden urge to fix his plane's engine, even though it was perfectly fine.
The slice of toast, being the quiet one of the group, was now singing karaoke at the top of his lungs. He may have been just a slice of bread, but he sure had some pipes on him.
Underswap Papyrus, who had joined the group later, was now taking selfies with a beer in hand, bragging about how cool he looked.
Amy, who had started the whole thing, was now sitting in the corner, watching everyone with a smug smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying the chaos she had created.
As they stumbled out of the house and into the car, Tails did his best to keep them on the road. However, he had forgotten to fill the gas tank, and the car sputtered to a stop just a few miles away from the bar.
Obama, who had never been a fan of alcohol, was now starting to feel sick. He stumbled out of the car, leaned against a tree, and proceeded to vomit all over himself. The rest of the group, however, found this hilarious and started taking pictures.
After cleaning himself up, Obama was back to his senses and realized that they had no way to get to the bar. Just then, a group of people on bicycles rode by, and they quickly hopped on, pedaling as fast as they could towards their destination.
When they finally arrived at the bar, they were already so wasted that they could hardly stand. They stumbled into the establishment, causing a ruckus and getting dirty looks from the other patrons.
Amy, feeling particularly bold, decided to challenge the bartender to a drinking contest. He accepted, and the two of them quickly started downing shots of tequila. It was a close match, but in the end, Amy emerged victorious.
As the night wore on, the group got even more wasted. They danced on the tables, sang karaoke, and generally caused a ruckus. Eventually, the bar had enough of their antics and kicked them out.
Undeterred, the group stumbled out onto the street, determined to keep the party going. They found a nearby park and started a bonfire, roasting marshmallows and singing campfire songs.
As the sun began to rise, the group finally started to sober up. They realized just how crazy the night had been and laughed at all the ridiculous things they had done. It was a night they would never forget.
In the end, they stumbled back to their house, feeling tired but happy. They collapsed onto the couch, still giggling and reminiscing about the night's events. It had been a wild ride.
As Sonichu lay there, slowly succumbing to his wounds, the group gathered around him, stunned by what had just happened. They had just defeated him in battle, but seeing him pass away before their eyes was something they were not prepared for.
Obama broke the silence, "Well, that's that then. We won, right?" he said, trying to keep the mood light.
But the group couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Tails looked particularly shaken up.
"I know he was evil, but he was still a living being," Tails said quietly. "It's hard to just forget about that."
Mario put a hand on Tails' shoulder, "We had no choice, amigo. He was going to keep causing chaos and destruction if we didn't stop him."
Whiskerino, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, but that was something else," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Amy, always the sarcastic one, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him causing trouble anymore. That's one less evil lamp in the world."
Obama suddenly started breakdancing in the background, trying to distract everyone from the heaviness of the situation. It worked, to some extent. The group started laughing and joking around, forgetting about the trauma of the battle they had just fought.
But as they continued on their journey, Sonichu's passing weighed heavily on them all. They couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sadness that lingered.
Underswap Papyrus, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Maybe we should take a moment to reflect on what has happened and honor Sonichu's memory. He may have been our enemy, but he was still a being that deserved respect."
The group agreed, and then they pissed on sonichus corpse. As they continued their journey, they all realized that the battle had changed them. They had faced death and loss, and it had left a lasting impact on them.
But as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face more challenges and more battles. And they would face them together, as a team.
The group laughed and joked around, but the memory of Sonichu's passing stayed with them. It had left an indelible mark on their lives, one that they would never forget.
#simpletale#simpleverse#simpleswap#fellsimple#epic gaming moment#barack obama#sonic the hedgehog#super mario#fanfic#fiction#awesome#romance#polyamory#cheese#EXPLODING PIG
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There are some dark forces you just don't want to mess around with. You understand this better than most.
I think it’s kinda funny how people will be all over the meta parts of Homestuck but act like it didn’t start until like halfway through the comic when you have the Exiles who literally make use of the medium of the comic’s command system in-universe.
I gotta bring up this GameFAQ section, I haven’t been talking about it much because it’s mostly just Rose in her prosey words describing what’s been going on, but here we have uh
a choice of words???
Removing the lid signals the moment your life becomes a great whirling batshit pandemonium, somewhat resembling the chaos of an especially ethnic wedding. Somewhere, a soused uncle deliberately shatters china on the floor. Muddy livestock is decorated, and then lost track of. The question "Who's mule is this?" at times can be heard over the din. This is now your reality.
I just... what???? huh???? excuse me????? Rose???? Hussie???? what did you mean by this???? what the fuck are you talking about??? bro????
things are looking FUCKED.
Homestuck except John’s sprite is the side-side-side-villain of the entire story.
Homestuck except John’s sprite is a racist.
also what is he doing.
EB: no, i have to go! bye!
TG: wait wait
TG: armageddon's gettin waged on us
TG: but im-a gettin armed and dangerous
TG: sending men in space for savin us
TG: see which playa's more couragerous
TG: ben or bruce? dudes reach a truce
TG: put their blowchutes to use and up-suck it
TG: afflecks saclifice, i mean -crifice, would have to sufflice. aw fluck it
TG: bro be a stained-glass saint, up on a cross gettin hella christ-plagiarous
TG: bruce's like offa that cruciflix, nuff a this fuckin savior-fuss
TG: restrained his ass per mclane-redux while buscemi remained derangerous
TG: when a plan gone astray pays off a wasted craterous
TG: ash tray caterin to layers of matt maconnaheys vague remainder-dust
TG: wait
TG: uh
TG: macconahey wasnt even in any of those meteor movies was he
TG: ill have to make a rap about
TG: i dont know
TG: morgan freeman or something
TG: being the president
TG: itll be called
TG: "obama made it so that no one gives a shit about black presidents in movies anymore"
TG: see youve got to fill me in on whats going on
TG: so i have something to rap about besides all your dumbshit movies
I very much like the visual of Dave being completely alone without anyone to talk to and simply resorting to making up a shitty rap called "obama made it so that no one gives a shit about black presidents in movies anymore" which is such a CinemaSins-style film critic thing to say might I add.
I have to give partial credit to Homestuck for the inevitable modern day memeification of Barack Obama, it was ahead of its time.
SHOCK.
look at John smile as he talks to Jade, how adorable.
and then Dave is still fucking going.
TG: when the film crew zooms where the presidents at
TG: im like if that dudes black ill eat my hat
TG: turns out he is, so we're all "damn, director's got gumption"
TG: like we'll all flip our shit he aint shining shoes or somethin
TG: its called freemancipation. if its not pres-election its god-ascension
TG: in bruce almighty. whoops, different bruce from the one i just mentioned
EB: aaaaaarrrgh!
TG: cant explain to me why this aint condescension to think ill shit a brick
TG: not even he can convey the intention with his quickspun wit
TG: rather defray all this tension, sit on his lap while he whittles a splint
TG: and some guy eyes what he does and patronizes: i guess negrocity's the mother of invention
There are some dark forces you just don't want to mess around with. You understand this better than most.
haha yeah Rose imagine falling into the dark arts, ha.
her ass is READING‼
I’m a big fan of the fake Lovecraft lore going on here.
god these intro pages for the kids are so cool.
but this one is not the coolest, there is a cooler one.
and then we continue onward and OH MY GOD IS THAT DAAAVE STRIIIDERRRR FROM HOOOMMEESTUUUUUCK?????
#homestuck liveblog#hs liveblog#hs reread#liveblog#reread#live read#liveread#homestuck#hs1#hs#home22tuck#Act 2#Flash#dave strider#Beta Kids#Exiles#wayward vagabond#wv
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happiness scattered ( what a fool perceives )
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through the neoteric mist
of temporarily diminished mobility,
illness & infirmity - self-imposed
& inflicted by society;
i've decided to maintain
my conviction to cast off its shackles,
shake the cancerous consciousness
lurking behind every misbegotten corner
of this blue & green-tinged globe
we've gained admittance to;
in favor of regaining
my jaunty stride bopping mid-beat
in a DNA-driven dip-n-step that
everyone knows whenever
they see it - check out
Barack’s clips if you
need proof...
truth of the matter,
happiness is scattered
across any sea to shining sea -
only you'll have to be able to be
an alchemist of mind, transcend trash
& the dispiriting grind from large & small frys,
dishing unfair shakes, burnt bridges
rent to ash & no end to the depths
of their muddled motives & lies -
a veritable karma crash.
despite all of that,
heaven knows my vibes & vote flows
to candidates willing to cogitate, not hesitate
to build realistic mandates, geared with an inverse
of hate-filled spiriting to more easily man the helm
in the eternal realm of a relative peace;
slowing the frantic quickening...
least that's what this dude believes,
the hand i'm playing - no tricks up/or within
these here sleeves - is what I'm saying;
...it’s just what this fool dares to perceive.
*
12/22 - lebuc - happiness scattered ( what a fool perceives )
#poetry#free verse#creative writing#poets on Tumblr#lebuc#photography#illustration#TWC#poetryriot#spilled ink#off-grid griots#writerscreed#heartsacrossthestreet#abstractcommunity#smittenbypoetry#poeticstories#poetic#sonnet#metrical#blank verse#alliteration#assonance#happiness scattered ( what a fool perceives )
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PASADENA, Calif. (December 1, 2023) Today, illustrious and multi-award-winning performer Audra McDonald was announced as the 2024 Grand Marshal by the Pasadena Tournament of Roses President Alex Aghajanian. As the embodiment of the theme “Celebrating a World of Music,” Audra McDonald stands as a testament to the global resonance of melodies. Her illustrious career in theater, music and television is a harmonious tribute to the universal language that unites cultures worldwide.
The announcement was a celebratory event, just 30 days before the 135th Rose Parade presented by Honda, attended by Tournament Members, local public figures and community members. Audra made the ceremonial walk down the front steps of Tournament House to the song, “On Broadway” and enthusiastic applause.
Audra McDonald shines as a multifaceted luminary, effortlessly captivating audiences with her talent in theater, music and television, crafting a legacy marked by unparalleled performances and acclaimed portrayals on both stage and screen.
Audra McDonald is unparalleled in the breadth and versatility of her artistry as both a singer and an actor. The winner of a record-breaking six Tony Awards, two GRAMMY® Awards and an Emmy® Award, in 2015 she received the National Medal of Arts from President Barack Obama and was named one of Time magazine’s 100 most influential people. Audra won Tonys for her performances in Carousel, Master Class, Ragtime, A Raisin in the Sun, The Gershwins’ Porgy and Bess and Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar & Grill, which also served as the vehicle for her Olivier-nominated 2017 West End debut.
On television, Audra won an Emmy as the official host of PBS’s Live From Lincoln Center and is known for recurring roles on Private Practice, The Good Wife, The Good Fight and The Gilded Age. Her film credits include Disney’s live-action Beauty and the Beast and MGM’s 2021 Aretha Franklin biopic, Respect. A Juilliard-trained soprano, she maintains a major career as a GRAMMY-winning recording and concert artist. Her latest solo album, Sing Happy, was recorded live with the New York Philharmonic for Decca Gold.
Audra is a founding member of Black Theatre United, a board member of Covenant House International and prominent advocate for LGBTQIA+ rights. Her favorite roles are those performed offstage, as an activist, wife to actor Will Swenson and mother.
Audra will ride in the 135th Rose Parade presented by Honda and join in the pre-game celebration of the CFP Semifinal at the 110th Rose Bowl Game® presented by Prudential, both are held on January 1, 2024.
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prompt "Donald Trump and Barack Obama playing basketball" - Midjourney March 2023
Parker Molloy
So the interesting thing about this, aside from the hands (I'm assuming Trump's tiny left hand is a result of all the internet cruft about his "tiny hands" while Obama's freakish right hand is just another shining example of generative "AI"'s well known hand difficulties.), is what the fuck is up with Obama's pants? Is he going clamming? Cosplaying as Urkel?
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History lessons for my daughter part 1
When I started on this project I asked my mom and dad for some historical figures for me to write poems about. Here's the list my mom texted me:
" Constance Baker Motley, Lani Guinier, Zora Neale Hurston, Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, Ella Baker, Mary Church Terrell, Fannie Lou Hamer, Michelle Obama, Barack Obama, James Baldwin, Amiri Baraka, Lorraine Hansberry, Harry Belafonte, Thurgood Marshall, Sydney Poitier, David Dinkins...."
I asked my nine year old daughter who she knew. I had done a few and decided to do poems and scenes to tell her about the rest of them she didn't know who are:
" Lani Guinier, Toni Morrison, Ella Baker, Mary Church Terrell, Fannie Lou Hamer, James Baldwin, Amiri Baraka, Lorraine Hansberry, Thurgood Marshall, Sydney Poitier, David Dinkins... "
Me: Write me a poem about Thurgood Marshall
ChatGPT:
Thurgood Marshall, a name that rings with pride For justice, he fought with unwavering stride A voice for the voiceless, a light in the dark His passion for equity left its indelible mark
With courage and poise, he stood in the face of hate Challenging segregation with every case he'd litigate For years, he toiled with his pen and his heart Crafting an argument that would tear hate apart
He paved the way for generations to come From the humblest beginnings, his fight had begun An emblem of strength, of justice, and grace His legacy endures, never to be erased
So we honor Thurgood Marshall, a true civil rights great Whose sacrifice and service no one can underrate May we follow his example, and stand for what is right And continue his mission, to shine justice's light.
#ThurgoodMarshall #civilrights #justice #equality #poetry #blackhistorymonthRegenerate response
Me: Write me a Sonnet about Fannie Lou Hamer
ChatGPT:
In the Mississippi heat, a voice was raised With courage in her heart and truth on her tongue She spoke of justice, dignity unfazed And for her people, she fought hard and long
Fannie Lou Hamer, sharecropper's daughter A woman of great strength and fortitude She fought against injustice and slaughter And to the nation, her message was shrewd
With words that spoke of freedom and of rights She moved the hearts and minds of many men Her voice rose up and reached majestic heights And changed the course of history's pen
Fannie Lou Hamer, your legacy is strong Your words still ring out and your spirit lives on.
#FannieLouHamer #CivilRightsActivist #MississippiFreedomDemocraticParty #Sonnet #Poetry
me: Write a short bio of of the two civil rights leaders we just wrote poems about
ChatGPT:
Sure, here are brief bios for Thurgood Marshall and Fannie Lou Hamer:
Thurgood Marshall was an American lawyer and civil rights activist who played a significant role in the fight for racial justice in the 20th century. He was the first Black justice on the Supreme Court of the United States, appointed by President Lyndon B. Johnson in 1967. Prior to his appointment, Marshall worked as a lawyer for the NAACP, where he successfully argued landmark cases such as Brown v. Board of Education, which ended the legal segregation of public schools in the United States.
Fannie Lou Hamer was a civil rights activist and community organizer who played a key role in the fight for voting rights in Mississippi in the 1960s. Born into a sharecropping family, Hamer faced poverty and discrimination throughout her life, but remained committed to the struggle for racial justice. She was a founding member of the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, which fought to unseat the state's all-white delegation at the 1964 Democratic National Convention. Hamer's powerful testimony at the convention brought national attention to the struggle for voting rights and the violence and oppression faced by Black people in the South.
#ThurgoodMarshall#civilrights#justice#equality#poetry#blackhistorymonth#FannieLouHamer#CivilRightsActivist#MississippiFreedomDemocraticParty#Sonnet#Poetry#chatgpt#black history month
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In the last few weeks, we have witnessed the remarkable spectacle of a Conservative government in Britain deliberately taking on the financial markets. With a surprise mini-budget promising 45 billion pounds (about $48 billion) in tax cuts targeted at high-earners, Prime Minister Liz Truss and Chancellor of the Exchequer Kwasi Kwarteng unleashed a currency and bond market crisis the likes of which Britain has not experienced since sterling was driven out of the European Exchange Rate Mechanism in 1992. At that time, Europe as a whole was convulsing. This time, the crisis was Britain’s alone. The last time a Tory government was subject to such near-total condemnation by global expert opinion was in 1956 amid the Anglo-French invasion of Egypt over the Suez Canal.
Of course, Brexit in 2016 was condemned by most reasonable international commentators as well. But that was not the policy of David Cameron’s government. It was an insurgent campaign led by Boris Johnson and the UK Independence Party. It was Johnson’s boast that he had defied “Project Fear”—the mobilization of establishment opinion against the Brexit campaign. Faced with a phalanx of mainstream opinion that included U.S. President Barack Obama and Jamie Dimon of JPMorgan Chase, Johnson dismissed concern for the future of British business with an expletive. He thus marked the moment at which the leading group within the Conservative Party separated itself from any conventional commitment to the “U.K. economy,” in favor of a more nebulous idea of national destiny and the more specific interests of Tory cronies.
Ever since, the political economy of Britain increasingly has resembled the annual showcase of Wimbledon—in cultural terms, a very British affair, celebrated around the world as such, but rarely a stage on which British players actually shine and certainly not an event to which the majority of the population is actually invited.
Preoccupied with Brexit and COVID-19, Johnson did not have time to develop an extensive program of government. Like the Cameron and May administrations, Johnson’s most important constituency appears to have been a rentier class of hedge funds and public-private contractors. But, as his electoral triumph in 2019 attested, Johnson also managed a broad-based political coalition ranging from patriotic working-class voters in the north of England to upper-class London types.
It is no secret that the Tory party has long included a more radical fringe. This includes figures such as Jacob Rees-Mogg, affectionately known as the member of Parliament for the 18th century. Johnson made sure to keep this wing of the party within his tent but balanced them with centrists like Rishi Sunak. Elected to Parliament in 2010, Truss and Kwarteng belong to a cohort of Tory politicians who have never known opposition. Neither has deep roots in the Tory’s traditional social milieu. Truss’s parents were Labour voters. She and Kwarteng were incubated by a coterie of free market, right-wing think tanks that first came to the fore during Margaret Thatcher’s rise to power in the 1970s and now thrive on obscure funding by dark money—some British, some not. When Johnson lost his grip, it was Truss and Kwarteng’s moment. Whom they represent apart from the 80,000 or so Tories who voted for Truss to replace Johnson is not obvious.
In style, their program was a quintessential post-Brexit manifesto, high on ideology and blustering self-confidence, promising a dramatic new vision of Britain’s future but lacking details. In substance, it was caricature of the rentier program, promising to slash taxes, roll back environmental and labor regulation, and cut already impoverished welfare benefits.
It stretches credulity to suggest that they actually believe this is a formula for national economic growth. It is certainly an agenda for greater inequality. They even appear to support an end to easy credit and low interest rates, despite the damage this will likely do to heavily mortgaged homeowners, once a core constituency of Thatcher, whom they claim as their hero. Trying to make sense of this seemingly perverse policy, some speculate that Truss and Kwarteng are so deeply beholden to rentier interests that they are exponents of disaster capitalism, provoking a housing crisis that would allow property companies to snap up large portfolios of distressed properties. The fact that analysts are driven to such far-fetched speculations points to quite how implausible the Truss-Kwarteng vision for Britain’s economic future seems.
It certainly didn’t make sense to the financial markets. The pound plunged. Bonds sold off. As yields surged, that triggered obscure derivative hedging strategies in the portfolios of private pension funds and threatened to unleash a fire sale of gilts, or U.K. government debt. That, in turn, forced the Bank of England to react. To stop the slide, it stepped in as the market-maker of last resort, warehousing debt that pension funds needed to sell for cash. The result is conflicting policies. On the one hand, like other central banks around the world, the Bank of England is promising to raise interest rates. At the same time, to prevent the financial system from imploding, it has to engage in another emergency burst of quantitative easing, buying bonds in exchange for cash.
In the short term, this has provided relief. The pension funds have been saved. The pound rebounded. Yields fell back. But it was not enough to save Truss and Kwarteng’s embarrassment. On the weekend of the party conference, they reversed the controversial tax cut.
The Tory party’s reputation both with the population at large and its own supporters is in tatters. Labour, under the uninspiring but reliable leadership of Keir Starmer, rides high in polls. Unless Labour finds a way to shoot itself in the foot, the party will, come the next election, inherit Britain’s ailing economy and threadbare welfare state. If the current opinion polls hold, it will have a giant majority. But given how parlous the state of the British economy is, no one governing in the U.K. faces good options. If there is a shred of reality in the Truss and Kwarteng program, it is a realization, after more than a decade of low growth and stagnating productivity, of quite how serious Britain’s economic impasse is.
One could dismiss the U.K. crisis as an idiosyncratic storm in a teacup. But that was not the view taken by global bond markets, which all experienced a moment of panic in reaction to the turmoil in London—and with good reason.
The British crisis highlights the huge stress that economic policy is under, worldwide, but particularly in Europe. The recovery from the COVID-19 shock was rapid but uneven. Inflation has tested the credibility of central banks. Now the energy crisis unleashed by Russia’s attack on Ukraine is convulsing the European economies. For lack of natural gas, it is not sure that any of them will get through the coming winter without drastic rationing measures and a severe recession.
The 45 billion pounds in tax cuts announced by Kwarteng made the splash that they did because they followed the unveiling of a far larger program, with cost estimates of up to 150 billion pounds, to stabilize energy prices. At the time, the program, valued at around 5 percent of Britain’s GDP, was the largest in Europe. This week, it was matched by a 200 billion euro ($195 billion) commitment from Berlin.
Chancellor Olaf Scholz’s announcement ruffled feathers in the rest of Europe, but German bond prices barely budged. Unlike British debt, German bunds are anchored as the benchmark assets of the eurozone. The real question for the financial stability of Europe will arise when Italy is forced to announce an energy subsidy package of similar dimensions. Italy’s public debt is already far too high for markets to easily absorb a program of German or British dimensions. The only country with a worse track record of growth in Europe than the U.K. is Italy.
But the lessons of the U.K. debacle are political as well as economic. The disintegration of the Tory party points to basic questions haunting modern conservatism. We may not be in the 19th century, when defenders of the status quo struggled to contain the threat of revolution. But the pace of social, cultural, technological, economic, geopolitical, and environmental change in the 21st century is frenetic. How should conservatives respond? If you run to the center as Angela Merkel did with the Christian Democratic Union in Germany, you risk being outflanked by more credible liberal and environmental parties and challenged on the right by openly nationalist and xenophobic parties. If you move to the right, you can win success as Giorgia Meloni has done in Italy and Jair Bolsonaro and Donald Trump did in Brazil and the United States, respectively. All three demonstrate the appeal of an authoritarian, nationalist agenda. But as much as they grab the headlines, none of them is resoundingly majoritarian. Their positions are too extreme for large segments of the modern electorate. And it is altogether unclear how their promises and their vote-winning populism translate into a constructive agenda for government.
Of course, centrist and progressive governments fail, too. The COVID-19 crisis offers a veritable how-to guide of governmental failure. But tantrums like the one we have just witnessed in the U.K. are not accidents. They are part of a piece with the meltdown of the Trump administration in 2020 over COVID-19 and the Black Lives Matter movement; the Brexit shock; the dogmatism of Germany’s stand in the eurozone crisis; and the recalcitrance of Republicans in the United States during the 2008 financial crisis. Conservatism in the 21st century has a reality problem, and sometimes it bites.
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The way I'm a star, ofc I shine. I naturally steal the spotlight. I'm iconic , I'm the moment is inherently the equivalent of Beyoncé winning the most Grammy Awards and absolutely all accomplishments she achieved, Jesus rise from the dead and Jesus’ birthday, absolutely all accomplishments Rihanna's achieved, Henrietta Lacks’ DNA and all its done bitch, Bill Gates staggering streak at the wealth and Muhammad Ali win in the Rumble Of The Jungle, Cristiano Ronaldo and Neymar's birthday, Diana Nyad making the historic swim at the age of 64, The Beatles ENTIRE STARDOM, Justin Bieber's ENTIRE STARDOM, Michael Jackson's ENTIRE STARDOM, BTS ENTIRE STARDOM, Kim Kardashian’s fame and her entire family’s fame and ABSOLUTELY ALL ACHIEVEMENTS THEY ACHIEVED, Jesse Owens setting three world records and tied another all in less than an hour, Billie Eilish entire STARDOM/ACCOMPLISHMENTS, Marilyn Monroe's ENTIRE STARDOM AND ABSOLUTELY ALL ACCOMPLISHMENTS SHE ACHIEVED, the world’s first Zillionaire version of me and Barack Obama being the first Black president of America COMBINED
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Presidential palates have been shaping the American diet for centuries, and Alex Prud'homme's latest book, The Presidents' Kitchen Cabinet: The Story of the African Americans Who Have Fed Our First Families, From the Washingtons to the Obamas, tells us all about it. From the grim meals eaten by George Washington and his troops at Valley Forge to Bill Clinton's love for fast food, this book covers it all.
But this isn't just some boring history book. Prud'homme's writing style is both informative and entertaining, making it easy to dive into the stories of each president and their culinary preferences. Plus, with fun anecdotes and fascinating tidbits, you'll find yourself laughing out loud and surprising your friends with fun facts.
One of the best things about this book is the focus on the African American chefs who have played a crucial role in the White House kitchen for generations. From Hercules Posey, George Washington's enslaved chef who narrowly escaped to freedom, to Zephyr Wright, who cooked for Lyndon B. Johnson and influenced his stance on civil rights, these chefs have not only fed presidents, but also helped shape America outside the kitchen.
The accompanying recipes in the book are also a major highlight. Whether you're a foodie or someone who only knows how to make toast, you'll enjoy trying out the dishes that have graced the plates of presidents from Martha Washington to Lady Bird Johnson. And who knows, maybe you'll find a new favorite recipe.
Prud'homme's writing truly shines when telling stories about the lesser-known figures in the White House kitchen. For example, he details the story of Sam Kass, a chef who started cooking for the Obamas during Barack Obama's Senate campaign and continued to cook for them while they were in the White House. Kass became a close friend of the Obamas and even helped Michelle Obama with her Let's Move! campaign to combat childhood obesity.
Overall, The Presidents' Kitchen Cabinet is a fun and informative read, perfect for anyone interested in food or American history. With its mix of stories about presidential palates and the African American chefs who have made it all possible, it provides a unique perspective on America's culinary and cultural history. So grab a copy, whip up some Martha Washington's preserved cherries, and settle in for a fascinating journey through the White House kitchen.
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Alex Désert18-07-1968
Alex Désert (born July 18, 1968) is a Haitian-American actor and musician most known for his roles in the TV series The Flash, Becker, and Boy Meets World.
He is also a founding member of Los Angeles-based ska band Hepcat. His first strong television presence was on a controversial CBS program entitled TV 101 where he co-starred with friend Matt LeBlanc.
From 1990 to 1991, he played police lab scientist Julio Mendez alongside John Wesley Shipp in CBS' superhero TV series based on DC Comics' The Flash. In 1992 he starred in the short lived Fox series the The Heights. From 1995 to 1996 Désert played Eli Williams on the hit TV show Boy Meets World From 1998 until 2004, he played the role of Jake Malinak, the blind magazine stand owner, on the American sitcom Becker alongside Ted Danson. As a film actor he appeared in PCU with Jeremy Piven and Jon Favreau.
He also appeared in Swingers with Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau, where he made famous the line "This place is dead anyway." He also had a small part as the character Louis in High Fidelity in 2000. Désert also appeared in Sarah Silverman's The Great Schlep web advertisement, which encouraged young Jews to drive to Florida and convince their Jewish grandparents to support Barack Obama in the 2008 U.S.
presidential election. He also appeared in Let It Shine. In 2009, he provided the voice for Col. Nick Fury in an episode of Wolverine and the X-Men. In early 2010 he starred in the film Lego: The Adventures of Clutch Powers and Lego Clutch Powers: Bad Hair Day.
In late 2010, he reprised the role for the animated series, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes and his father Jack Fury. Later in 2009 he also made an appearance on the t.v.
show, House.
He played a claustrophobic patient at a mental hospital in the episode "Broken" during the sixth season. In 2011, Désert starred as Wise in the YouTube web series The LeBrons. Désert has lent his voice to various Video Games in his career, including Crystal Dynamic's Tomb Raider: Legend (as "Zip"), Tomb Raider: Underworld, Splinter Cell: Double Agent and Scarface: The World is Yours.
He portrayed the auto-tuned pimp Zimos in the 2011 THQ release, Saints Row: The Third. In 2012, Désert co-starred as Levi in Disney's Let It Shine. In 2013, Désert reprised his role as Zimos in Saints Row IV DLC.
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'Rustin' Shines A Long Overdue Spotlight On The Architect Of The March On Washington
Six decades after Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic “I Have a Dream” speech in front of an estimated 250,000 people on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, a new Netflix film is shining a spotlight on one of the architects of the March on Washington who has largely been left out of the history books.
Directed by George C. Wolfe (“Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”) and written by Julian Breece and Academy Award-winner Dustin Lance Black (“Milk”), “Rustin” revisits a crucial chapter in the life of civil rights activist Bayard Rustin (played by Colman Domingo), who is best known for being a key adviser to King and organizing the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. Executive produced by Michelle and Barack Obama, who posthumously awarded Rustin the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013, the buzzy biopic dramatizes the weeks leading up to the historic march and explores Rustin’s identity as an openly gay Black man torn between love and duty in the 1960s.
“I love the fact that, even the way the script is written, we don’t leave his sexuality out of it at all. It’s infused with every part of who he is,” Domingo told NBC News in a recent video interview. “He’s messy in many ways, even with his relationship dealings. He’s a real, flawed human being who’s trying to do something extraordinary, but he’s just an ordinary man. He’s trying to figure out the systems in which he lives and trying to move the needle a little bit on our humanity.”
Wolfe, an acclaimed theater director and playwright who won multiple Tony Awards for directing Tony Kushner’s “Angels in America” and his own “Bring in ’da Noise, Bring in ’da Funk” in the 1990s, has long been interested in telling stories about ordinary people who do extraordinary things. Wolfe was asked to curate an exhibit more than a decade ago at the National Center for Civil and Human Rights in Atlanta, where he had an opportunity to delve into the life and accomplishments of Rustin, who died in 1987. -(source: nbc news)
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So I’m darkskin like most of us are on here (period!) but can I say something rq…nobody jump me! But I can’t date a fully black man not only because they aren’t attracted to us right? But that’s fine cause I have a new type that’s mostly always hitting on me.
I call them the Tiger woods/ Tom from the boondocks type of thing like cause majority of them are mixed with some type of Asian (like tiger majority Asian mom black dad) VERRY white washed if yk what I mean but surprisingly they are so nice sure they are half black but I’m still down! As long as they are not a half white/half black type we good. I don’t want no Obama (srry) but we can have something like Michelle and Barack and make black kids❤️
I’m talking to one of em rn he so white y’all he basically a Oreo BUT THATS MY OREO like don’t come for my mf man and he got moneyyy he already getting college baseball offers so mlb wife here I come.
The way I understand you completely lmfaooo. I fully support you in this journey, continue to shine queen 🤭!
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Watching the movie Lamborghini the man behind the legend of the car it's a pretty good movie 🍿 and reading Dale Carnegie and Associates book sell a great Sunday Owen Wilson did a good a great job in the movie paint 🎨 it's about the guy from Vermont no funny stuff that was painting 🖌️ 🎨 on the public Access Channel remember flicking pass the channels and you would see him with the Afro painting that was hot I remember I used to stop and watch him do his thing he was pretty good that is the movie about him be sure to watch it its extremely funny I like it and enjoy your Sunday movie day before you go back to work tomorrow and Rosario Dawson is looking better than ever and is funnier than ever what is your Sunday like cuddle up with a good book good coffee ☕ and a movie 🍿 my movie today is Lamborghini the man behind the Lamborghini remember when I had the Ferraris in my colors on 55th Street and Park Avenue in New York City half a billions dollars cars before I got rich and I'm just reflecting Cardi B says to me in the movie she is my teacher that Nicki Minaj from the Young Money Cash money records is my teacher my educator now a super super dime is my educator that's hot she got me and gave me my own library I love it thank you
Rule your day and create your future , set the direction of your life with the right attitudes about yourself and life's chances and love yourself babe it is a good world and movies like this movie reflect that .
Things I say about myself today I'm the first person to beat Voodoo a curse on my life my Pastor is Joel Osteen / Victoria Osteen and Joyce Meyer and I put God first in my life nowadays that's Godliness Good orderly directions for my life you should follow it and put God first in your life and practice Godliness and Good orderly directions for your life I feel better with Gods guidance and love and mercy on me , I love the Pastors I listen to I listen to mostly all of them
With them I win my Lamborghini and let's see I have my own Library and I'm on 5th Avenue NYC I got my own building on 5th Avenue New York they gave me a library I got a Hospital that heals and cure people and then a library that entertains and educate the public people and communities and I'm friends with Mayors and Governors I actually pass laws with Governors and Mayors free Gym membership for people on Medicare pour in millions in the economy won nobel prizes for economic sciences twice and my self image and how I identify my self is hopeful
Commercial real estate developer and investor
Deal maker and venture designer , fashion designer
Entrepreneur , professional , sales guru
Editorial Cartoonist musician , music producer and Rap 🎶 musician
Businessman , adventurist , value driven person and customer service specialist .
Black President Barack Obama style and class of a personand Jay Z and Nas and Martin Luther King JR class I'm a student of them and my
Running mates K Shine , Vado , Jae Millz , Meek Millz and many others
Lyricists I'm into politics and big business in my town
Social consciousness and corporate culture
And I got
King 👑 of New York status
Meaning New York is my town look at my list of accomplishments and my New York list of accomplishments and see who is the future and have the best plans and ideas moving forward for my city and hopefully other cities across America and then all over the globe from Africa with the cure for Aids in Africa see that CNN report in an earlier report on this page .
Major player providing a great service with good quality of people that make us a leader in our industry .
Which means we are well suited to meet the demands of international business .
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Dale Carnegie and Associates book called Sell its sales training I got effective proposals writing self taught to me classes for myself and I got the best book collection ever so yeah to me I married to books , learning and business . I'm blessed man I'm truly blessed I love my pastor , I love my future and I love movies like Lamborghini the man behind the legend and the challenge to win and stay innovate and futuristic I will be the grey haired blackberry guy the movie blackberry and I will drawing my music videos working , working on my art hopefully still with Roc Nation Jay Z Roc I'm still on schedule I gave myself a year to get it together mostly been trying to get this blockage voodoo out of my life and whoever is doing it , I need to go back to living my life , dating , and conducting business working being a professional and recording my music and enjoying my movement in the here and now .
You know I was watching the movie Friends the reunion movie of 2021 with Rachel , Monica and Lisa Kudrow and Joey Triviani you gotta watch it and it showed me that all the people from my old life all my friends and family moved on from me 😭 yeah they moved on but Rachel was going in about us throwing a baseball ⚾ to each other from the movie mobsters 1991 that movie mobsters and now I got all these deals on the table for me and the stars like why don't you guys reunite and be friends again I said yeah I miss my friends and family I would be friends with them again I truly would I miss them so when we get around each other we can fight like the garage scene in the movie mobsters we could do that blackeyes for everybody and then we go on to run my corporation together even if I'm just a dreamer I'm funny you would like me as a boss I would hire people to run my businesses for me and stay to myself I truly forgive people like I truly forgive you and I moved on from any drama their was between us we can be friends again and Im a come through chill for a minute guy then I'm out I'm always working on the next thing Idea or plans I got going on and Funny I just found out that 50 Cent and French Montana is my makers like I was hired to clean up New York City clean it up look at my New York City accomplishments I did that like its now finish the job tell 50 Cent and French to finish the job I mean quiet is kept they made me thank you to them and then he Canaan means that from his show power that he is your maker he never really like put his hand on me and made sure I was aight for myself Im mean I'm a grown man since they hired me and I can get my own job or get or educate myself into my own employment and get my own apartment or place to live I don't need no counselor to do that for me plus they never do their job anyway so it is like I'm from Here New York and own sone of it now they used me for politics bro no lie and then when I started talking putting money in my pocket they got a problem with that some body call 50 Cent pretty ass out the mirror and tell him to finish helping me get me a little team and work with me on my business ideas 💡 🌟 you know what is as long I've known me people have had voodoo mind control on me and paralyze me physically now paralyze me with fear in their trap thank Jay Z , Beyonce , Keanu Reeves , Michael B Jordan for stepping up to the plate and trying to get me my freedom from those traps they got me in and recently Donald Trump he said to me on the news to fight like hell to get out of there I'm trying and Nicki got me my education my own library thank you sis to free myself from any trap or hell they try to put me in but darn tell 50 Cent and French Montana to finish the job they started they had it plan to put me on or put me back together and until that comeback I was just a rumor .
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