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taakosleftshoe · 8 months

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Nanofather Lore insanepost

Alright. We've seen my murderboard. It's incomprehensible. But for those who haven't, here it is:

It includes... a lot of everything. I couldn't begin to describe the journey I went on putting this together. Without further ado:

The Nanofather, also known as "The Weaver," "Creaky Man," and sometimes "Geltfrimpen" or briefly as "wily weaver," "dirty jeremy," "muck dweller," and "crusty man," is a recurring ominous character which appears most frequently in the opening segments of The Adventure Zone: Steeplechase. He says a lot of weird shit. And after 33 episodes, I believe I have a pretty good understanding of this shit. Take a walk with me, through this 8-part dive into what the Nanofather's deal is.

I will warn you, this is... insanely long. Turn back now.

1. The Foretelling [moments leading up to the weaver]

Back in episode 18 of Ethersea, Justin mentioned how he's the last of them who has yet to DM. Then, later in the episode, Griffin loses his train of thought and Justin prompts him with "Spin the... spin the yarn" and the riffing leads Clint to say, "weave," and Justin says, "step up to the loom... let the weaving begin at the loom."

In the next episode, as the intro song fades out, Justin interjects in a high falsetto song, singing "Weave another tapestry! McElroy Family and me," and the bit goes on for a minute or so. Later, in Ethersea 24, when trying to convince Griffin to reconsider what happened in the narrative, Justin asks him to "Check your loom, weaver!"

When Justin finally makes his Steeplechase debut, he initially struggles with starting the story. So, Griffin jumps in with,

Griffin: "Can I do what you usually do to me?" Justin: "Please." Griffin: "And be like [singing dramatically] 'The yarn-spinner takes the loom in his hands and weaves a magical tale. Take the wizard by his hands as he flies you around on his rug made of wings and a angel’s hair.'"

Every subsequent episode has the same opening. The recurrence of these instances have culminated in the persona of "The Weaver."

2. The Stew [in which the nanofather discusses various culinary topics]

The Nanofather routinely brings up the food of his world, in some way. This starts as early as episode 3, in which he says, "Perhaps a few more moments before the stew is prepared."

Other segments include advice about nano-nutmeg [12], clarifications about cilantro (called corriander in the UK)[29], and directing the addressee to search for pepperoni and green pepper in "the pyre" [19].

The other three instances of mentions of food directly address Shookles the cat. First, "Shoockles, your master calls. Where's the scum canteen? Fetch it from the shoof... my thirst is unslakable" [7]. Then, in the very next episode, says, "Please... the pollen broth. My throat became so dry... Fetch me the pollen broth, Shoockles" [8]. And most recently, he speaks rather dramatically, saying, "I believe I went… as far as I could… I don’t know if… it was far enough… I’m terrified to push it further… I believe this is the limit… Yes… no, that’s true… It’s true… The greater danger is hesitation, yes… I will add one more half-teaspoon of cumin, Shookles. Thank you, Shookles, I… should listen to your culinary acumen more" [22]. This is assumedly in reference to something he is cooking, perhaps the stew mentioned in episode 3. Perhaps all of these ingredients are being used in the stew.

Either way, these interactions tell us that the Nanofather has an interest in cooking, and that Shookles acts as an assistant to him.

3. Direct Interactions [in-character conversations]

There are several instances where the Nanofather speaks with our player characters, or appears within their world.

This first happens in episode 20, when the crew enters the lair of Geltfrimpen and hears a voice familiar to the players coming from the dragon. He says, "Excuse me for this, but I have to keep up appearances." He continues to speak with the boys throughout the scene as they fight the animatronic. He says, "I’m having trouble staying here," and within the scene, Justin describes that, "The sound seems to be coming from like... the entirety of Geltfrimpen. It’s emanating from him, not localized to any one point in the dragon’s body." Beef asks the Weaver if he could come out of the dragon, to which he responds, "Would that I could." When Montrose begins refering to him as Geltfrimpen, he says, "I am not Geltfrimpen. I am here. But I am not Geltfrimpen." Emerich asks for his name, which is met with "Would that I know," but because Beef had called him creaky man earlier, the voice says "Creaky Man will suffice for now, I suppose. A good amount of christening."

He goes on to explain his situation at their behest:

"I will do my best to tell you what I know. It takes quite a bit for me to be as here as I am. But I will try. Part of me is in Geltfrimpen. But I am many places throughout the world. Part of me is here. Part of me is imprisoned here, I think. And through this act, I am no longer... trapped here, this part of me. I’m able to be more concentrated, if that—if that is the correct word, else... elsewhere... I will not be here long, and then I will vacate Geltfrimpen for good. And I will be a little bit more myself, elsewhere."

The implications within this one paragraph are that he does not have much of a physical form, and is potentially some sort of spirit, but he can manifest part of himself at will in some places. Montrose asks if he has a home base, but he says, "I’m... scattered. More accurately, I think... shattered."

He follows with even more interesting information,

"I’ve seen you elsewhere, I was... in one of the vans, as you made the thrilling escape. I was there. I called out, but it was so loud. I have watched you from the porch of Ustaben. In the... the whittling I sat, a rocking chair... I couldn’t summon up enough voice to reach you, but I called out. I called out to anyone who would listen, honestly. But you three are the first who seem to... be looking hard enough to hear."

There have been two heists with van escapes. The first is in episode 3, when Gravel pulled up in a stolen truck/van (it is important to note that they use them interchangably). The four of them were the only ones in the vehicle. However, this escape was not very thrilling, so we are going to refer to the Gutter City heist.

Sticky Finger(s) Paul Pantry asks the three of them to steal a truck called the Clean, and notes that it is made of Hardlight. When the time comes, Emerich has attuned with the hardlight Short Doug and drives in one of the trucks with him [9].

The second thing the Nanofather mentions is an obvious reference to the Ustaben attraction, Whittle Around. In the setup episode, Whittle Around is established as having a porch where "grandpa" sits and whittles wood-- grandpa, of course, being a hardlight construct who was initially Eustace but has since been replaced [0].

The combiantion of these two implies that the Nanofather exists for moments within, or as, these constructs. His spirit seems to be able to travel between them-- to what extent this is under his control remains questionable. Perhaps he is living within the park itself, haunting it. This is given further support at the end of episode 27, when an arcade machine in the back of Poppy's Place crackles with static and we hear the Nanofather say, "act... quickly." Emerich however is unable to make further contact, and this is the last time he seems to interact with them. Montrose says that they "have a ghost in the machine"[28].

4. The World He Inhabits [what we know about the environment, the character, and allusions to mechanisms of communication]

In his first appearance, the Nanofather says to the audience (which may be moreso to the players/player characters? uncertain), "welcome travelers," establishing that we are not from the same place he is.

The world he lives in is fleshed out through each episode. Highlights include "quite a long day tending to the muck fields" [5], "I've missed the meeting with the rust council"[13], and the afformentioned scum canteen. He also says, in episode 6, "I have a new tale for you. Of a muck-dweller turned hero to his- to his people… I seem to have lost it in the last rust storm." This sets him in a sort of wasteland. He also says, or rather, sings, "I'm a neutron guy, you're my nega-girl, I'll sweep you through the ash waste as we make our way through the,"[10] before he cuts himself off.

It seems to be a world where things are rough-- he says, "to make it 37 years is quite a blessing"[13]. That implies his age is 37, or that he has survived 37 years in the conditions that he is in. Additionally, he says, "you will find it in the pyre"[19], a pyre being defined as "a combustible heap for burning a dead body as a funeral rite," implying that they either have to make their own fires or 'bury' their dead.

Notably, there seems to be a recurring theme surrounding weather and time.

"It's gotten so quiet, lately... in the nights... and in the mornings... and the cyber night, the time between the night and the mornings..."[14] "It seems the storms have come early this evening"[4] "The last rust storm"[6]

This implies that time is somewhat technologically controlled, and weather is on a cycle. The building of Steeplechase, or what we are to assume is, is like holographically augmented[31], and so are the inside skies of the park. It is plausible to say the environment wherever the Nanofather is could also be simulated.

5. Wall Breaks [speaking to the players]

These indicate communication from the nanofather directly to the players. They imply to us more about the world, but more importantly, the means of communication and lore surrounding it.

In episode 9, we open the episode hearing a different voice. They say, "Hello? …Hello, spirits?" and begin to knock. "Nanofather says the spirits can hear you through the wall. Spirits… are you there?" But they are interupted by a familiar voice-- "Kavecca!," the nanofather says. "Just another of his stories, I suppose," Kavecca amends. "Kavecca, away from that! You dabble with powers you do not understand!" This raises a lot of questions from the players, about who Kavecca is, why there is another person speaking to them, and what the fuck the 'nanofather' means. What interests me is the referral to their audience as "spirits"-- and what implications does that have? Are they between the world the players inhabit and Steeplechase? Are the players spirits? Also factoring in Blades in the Dark, which has ghosts in it, which have been altered into hardlight for Steeplechase-- maybe the hardlight kept some of that original intent. Maybe that's how the nanofather is able to inhabit hardlight.

In the following episode, we find the nanofather singing a song. What follows is pretty strange.

ohh… I’m a neutron guy… and you’re my nega-girl… I’ll sweep you through the ash waste as we make our way through the…. [click] …do you hear me, Travis? Travis: What? I’m sorry… I didn’t realize I’d left the horn on. Travis: Are you speaking, are you- talking to me? Fare thee well. [10]

First, in "I didn't realize I'd left the horn on," a horn is primarily UK slang for telephone. That could be interpretted here as a literal telephone or whatever line of communication they seem to share. Next-- he directly addresses Travis. This is the first conversation the players have with this character, and so far the only. But it isn't the only time he addresses them:

Clinton? Travis? Gribby? My three… my three favourite micro-nephews. Here to visit me. What a wonderful treat this is… Come. Let me see if I can’t find you a new tale… Griffin: Gribby! Gribby can only say his own name. Justin: Oh? Griffin: Yeah, that’s sort of his thing. Justin: Do you… how do you… I’m surprised you have insight into these three new characters… already. Travis: I’m trying harder and harder to just pretend like we are not on the call when he records that part. Griffin: It’s the only way to not be... ensorcelled by the tapestry he weaves. Clint: Not me. Not me. Did you say Clinton? Clinton… Travis: It sounded like Clinton. Clint: I wonder who that is. Justin: Clinton, Travis and Gribby are apparently, I’ve just found this out with you guys, is— did he say— Griffin: The micro nephews. [15]

This is interesting because Travis is the only one whose name is not altered, and he was specifically addressed before. What we also glean from this is that the nanofather views them as micronephews, so he has an alleged relation to them. Previously, he has called them children but it wasn't apparent until now that he was addressing them specifically.

In the intro with Kavecca, it is important to note that they are the first person to call the weaver "the nanofather." We know from his time as Geltfrimpen that the nanofather has no proper name. Nanofather is more likely to be a title, or rather, a signifier of Kavecca's relationship to him, such as being his child or grandchild. This would put Kavecca on the same family tree as Clinton, Travis, and Gribby, if they really are his "micronephews."

6. Descent Into Weirdness [tonally different moments and their implications]

Everything The Nanofather says is weird, but these are the moments that absolutely baffle me, or upon which he is commenting on the story somehow.

The first time he seems to comment on the events of Steeplechase is in Episode 16, in response to a plot twist at the end of the previous episode (in which the Barrister arrived to kick Emerich's ass but they got him stuck in a machine). He says, "Oh, that’s not right… [rustling paper] …Oh, but this doesn’t make any sense, it was… The story wasn’t like this …. Or… I-Is it changing?" He then follows this in the next episode by... just... breathe-whistling menacingly? Note that this episode takes place when they are travelling between layers, on the start of their Ephemera quest.

Episode 18 starts with, "Oh… Oh, they haven’t… even begun to fathom it… But you…. You swore, we both swore? You know they’re not ready!" I wonder who the "you"/"we" is in this. Is it us as the audience, the players, or perhaps Kavecca? Eighteen is the beginning of the time they spend in Ephemera, and at the beginning of the episode Krystal has an encounter with someone in the Gallspire. This adds on to the commentary in 16 and implies that there is something bigger at play...

Episode 20 presents us with a poem of sorts:

Ever faster, ever closer, ever never slowing down… Ever nearer, ever clearer, ever nipping at the gown... Ever spinning, ever grinning, ever hearing what they please. Ever growing, ever knowing, that they are the disease…

There is no direct indication of what this is talking about, but I think it's about Dentonic. They never slow down, they don't know when to stop dreaming! They will warp whatever they must to fit their narrative and they don't care what the casualties are.

When the Weaver makes his entrance into the world of Steeplechase, at the end of 20 and speaking through Geltfrimpen, these occurences get more frequent:

"Oh, I… I’m mostly… mostly… with them now… [chuckles] ah… ah… smaller than I… assumed…" [21] "Mostly… echoes… yet to be… I’m sorry, I know that doesn’t… answer your question…" [23] "Yes… yes, I was surprised too, Shookles. What? Oh… Oh, they didn’t hear…"[25]

25 ends with Gravel being arrested for Sticky Finger Paul Pantry's murder. 26 opens with, "…yes, but I’d assumed it was… consigned to legend! I never would’ve expected- i guess… my understanding is not… what I’d thought it was. Terrifying, in a way, but also… quite wonderful." I can't even begin to parse what he's talking about.

Then of course, there is 27: "No, no, not to the boat... Only one... one node per layer... I tried to maintain hopping... but it’s too taxing... too many...noises..." What fucking boat? And he tries to hop between layers- maybe the nodes are in the things he is inhabiting. Geltfrimpen, the arcade box, hard doug, eustace... The arcade machine and Geltfrimpen aren't made of hardlight, and these are the methods through which he has actually been able to speak (he could only see through hardlight)... maybe these are the "nodes?" I wonder what the noises refer to.

When things start looking down for the crew as they try to piece together what the fuck is happening, The Nanofather opens episode 28 with, "I’m not sure yet… I’m hopeful… Ah, Shookles… optimistic…or perhaps… perhaps optimism is just the last refuge of those… with nothing left to lose..." The Nanofather is referring to himself in this line, and the fact that he considers himself to have "nothing left to lose" implies that he has a strong connection to the events in Steeplechase, particularly to the crew-- which makes sense given their previous interactions. But what is at stake for him is unclear.

In episode 30 he says, "The thought had crossed my mind… But it can’t be long now…" I must say this is particularly ominous because I have no idea what the "thought" is or what he is waiting for. His salvation?

Finally, we have episode 31. His last appearance.

"It feels… like something… has frayed…"

In this episode, Kenchal Denton speaks to the crew a lot about cutting loose ends. And then he drops them out of a hovercraft into a desert that seems to be entirely disconnected from the electrical grid Steeplechase is on. And we don't hear from The Nanofather again.

7. Ties to Clint McElroy. [the ways in which this comes back to him.]

[post-discussion following the moment in episode 10 when the nanofather asks, "do you hear me Travis?"] Travis: Is that guy my real dad? Justin: You wish Griffin: Legally, you have to tell Travis, if the muckdweller is his real dad Justin: Not the muck dweller. The nanofather. Please- Travis: Oh, it's right there in the name! I should have seen it a mile away it's so obvious now!

Now, this may be a stretch. And it started out to me as a joke, but guys. The further I get the further I am convinced. The Nanofather is connected to, if not is, Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor.

Evidence A: He calls them "children" when he goes to tell them stories. Counterpoint: Clint can't be his own son. Counter-counterpoint: Clint's full name, according to Griffin on an episode of Wonderful, is Clinton Emil McElroy Jr. Meaning, he has a father named Clint.

Evidence B: When the Nanofather refers to Travis, Clinton, and Gribby, Justin later describes them as "these new characters," in the same way he insists that Clint McElroy his father and Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor are separate things [Spiritbreakers Live in San Jose].

Evidence C: The Nanofather hops between layers, in a similar way to how Clint hops between planes. And the Nanofather seems to be fractured, scattered, not his whole self. He is powerful but weak. He is able to speak to players, characters, and potentially the audience? It transcends the boundaries between the two worlds...

Evidence D: Justin is a big fan of the TAZiverse. He has shown this multiple times but the ones I remember most are of course, when he introduces "Taako from Television" in Ephemera (and other Balance things, implies it was a legend passed down, etc), and when Griffin introduced that he would be playing Indrid in Dust 2. Like of fuckin course he'd be excited to bring things together more in small ways.

Evidence E: There has been increased Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor activity, the most since before Ethersea. In April, Justin played the character Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor in a liveshow in San Jose (I was there hi!!!), which had initially been planned for November but was rescheduled. Both of these, though, fall under the time in which Steeplechase was active, so he was thinking about this character during that time. Additionally, the merch of the month for August is a sticker of Planeswalking Janitor Clint McElroy. And he was mentioned in Steeplechase Episode 26, when there was debate over whether something was said by Emerich or his player.

Travis: I think that was Dad. Justin: Oh. Well, I mean... yeah, I guess dad could be in it too, Trav. Is that what you’re saying? Travis: No, I’m just saying, I think Dad was making the observation— Clint: Oh my God! Is this an appearance by Clint McElroy, the planes-walking janitor? Griffin: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Clint: Okay— Travis: No, no, not yet. Justin: No, we can’t, we can’t. Travis: Don’t force it, don’t force it.

Evidence F: I didn't expect to find this one. Honestly I think it shows that I have gone too far as a person. But... guys this one drives me crazy. So. We meet Shoockles in Episode 4, when The Nanofather introduces him as "Cat bart... he's my cat. Bart Shoockles." And guys I was like haha that's funny there is no way this is related... But then I was on Clint's Instagram trying to figure out if maybe he had a cat, since I know Justin has one. And I came across a photo he took of a white dog, which I wasn't sure was his until I got confirmation from an old post on one of the boys' Instagrams. But... in the caption of the post with his dog, he calls him Homer. Clint McElroy has a dog named Homer. Let me just, direct you to the Simpsons family tree:

Finally, Evidence G: Justin would go really far for a bit. He likes to have fun and get silly with his family and he knows Clint would get a huge laugh out of this. And he would also do anything to get a good age joke on his dad.

8. Conclusion [how it all comes together]

The moment you've been waiting for. What does it all mean?

The Nanofather seems to play no real importance to the main plot in Steeplechase at this point, but he has huge potential to. More importantly, looking at the Nanofather gives us some insight into the state of the park and where the player characters find themselves. He works as both a narrative framing device and as a part of the story. He talks to the players, the characters, and the audience, truly bringing a special flavor to Steeplechase.

With everything we've seen and heard, there is sufficient evidence to say that the Nanofather lives within the walls of the park, travelling using its energy grid. He has only been able to manifest to the characters through the electronics and hardlight creations. When they arrived in Kidadelphia in episode 32, it was apparent they were not connected to the same electrical grid, and there was no hardlight. The fact that he was completely silent in both 32 and 33 supports this theory, because there would be no way for him to communicate with them. Either that or they were too late and he died.

He has found himself in a wasteland, with weather and times that are controlled electronically. He is scattered, does not have a name-- a shell of who he once was. If the Carmine Denton Nanofather theory were correct, this would be a beautiful picture: the guy who created a way for others to escape is trapped in the destruction that his creation wrought... Regardless, I am concerned for his wellbeing since it seemed like he was in a hurry.

The interactions between the Nanofather and the heist crew imply that there could be a larger plot with him, but I don't know how close that is to happening. The Nanofather is one complicated guy, and if they want to save him I... guess they'll have to never know when to stop dreaming.

Thank you for coming along with me on this long and gruesome ride. I started this way back after episode 30 aired, I think. It's been simmering for a month, my own personal stew of sorts... For those of you who have helped contribute to my madness, thank you, and to those who have watched in horror, I'm sorry. It's been a real one.

And now, to send you off, I present to you this excerpt from Episode 10:

Justin: Our friend and employee Jupiter is kind enough to help pull together recaps of this dumb stuff, but Jupiter, showing a lot of wisdom here, does not track the story of the nanofather […] Travis: I think they realize it's been so clear cut at this point that any child could keep track of all the nanofather/muckdweller lore.

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maniculum · 4 months

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Bestiaryposting Results -- Gligglae

Sorry this is later than usual; traveling for the holidays makes it difficult to keep up with this sort of thing. The smart move would have been to write it up a couple days ahead of time, then on Monday just update it with anything new that had been posted since, but see, what happened was that I did not do that. Instead, I tried to type this up Monday evening in between various family obligations, realized I didn't have time to do it properly, and just shoved it in my drafts. Then all of Tuesday was taken up with the long drive back home from where my family lives, and now you're getting it on Wednesday.

(Also, don't worry, I followed all CDC guidelines appropriate for someone who had recently had covid, and wouldn't have traveled for the holidays at all if I hadn't been without a fever for 48 hours prior to departing. Plus I drove instead of flying, didn't visit anyone but immediate family, and had a mask the whole time, so even if I am still contagious somehow, exposure was pretty minimal.)

Anyway, the entry that our artists are working from is here:

And, of course, all previous material on this matter can be found at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

I think a larger number of people than usual identified the animal in question right off the proverbial bat, because this one has some pretty blatant tells, but as always I appreciate everyone trying to put it out of their minds.

So, anyway, in rough chronological order:

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) (thank you for providing your own alt text, I really appreciate it) brings us her usual impeccably medieval-stylized rendition -- the swirls and curves in this one give it a really interesting vibe, I think. We can see the Gligglae in full-body profile on the left there, and a group of them doing their cluster behavior on the right. The, like, griffin/cockatrice/vampire look is pretty great, also. I enjoy the overall design, which you can find some discussion of in the linked post. Gold foil also a nice touch.

Coolest-capybara also notes that the entry is very interested in the ways in which the creature is "almost, but not quite, entirely unlike a bird," and I can explain why that is. It is because this entry is in the Bird section of the bestiary, so officially this is a bird -- I mean, it flies, what else can it be -- but it's sufficiently un-bird-like that it really sticks out to the authors, so they need to explain the ways in which it's Doing Bird Wrong. Everything else in this section does X, so we need to point out that this one does Y, kind of thing.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) has drawn an absolutely adorable little Gligglae. (Adorable if you have my sense of aesthetics, that is -- I suspect if you're among the portion of the population that finds aye-ayes more creepy-looking than cute, that might apply here as well.) There's an explanation of design decisions in the linked post, including a number of references to real animals that provided inspiration. I like the decision to play up the "lowly" and "mean" part of the description by making it small and kind of scruffy. And the general concept of blending "gliding rodent" with "nocturnal primate" to make an arboreal mammal with elements of both really worked out well here, in my opinion.

@aethereaii (link to post here) has done this beautiful piece in a style that kind of gives "19th-century naturalist" vibes. (Actually, it makes me think of James Gurney, but I suspect that association says more about my childhood reading habits than anything else.) This is a great design in my opinion, and you can find some brief discussion on design decisions as well as an earlier version of the Gligglae in the linked post. The earlier design is also very good, but I agree with Aethereaii that this one is a step up, particularly with the Anomalocaris-inspired faux-wings. I also really like the inclusion of the juvenile Gligglae (Gligglings?) clinging to their parent's back in the corner there.

@karthara (link to post here) decided to go in a reptilian direction with this one, which (a) works well and (b) caused me to spend a chunk of time reading about flying snakes on Wikipedia just now. So in this version, the "rowing motion with its skin" is a description of the Gligglae flaring its ribs and undulating through the air -- which I genuinely think really makes sense. The entry seems to legitimately disagree with itself about whether this critter has wings (or, taking it entirely literally, it has wings but flies through a completely separate method that specifically does not involve said wings, which I think we're justified in deciding is Wrong), so I think going with such a non-wing-like flight method works here. Also like the concept of making these very cuddly (and apparently loving, according to our bestiary author) creatures into a type of animal that usually isn't seen that way. The linked post also contains some brief notes on design decisions.

@strixcattus (link to post here) has, as per usual, provided a really excellent modern-naturalistic description of the creature they've designed in the linked post, and you should definitely go check it out right now. I'll wait.

... back? Okay good. I particularly like their interpretation of the "grape-cluster" behavior as a social group that's specifically not a kin group; and also the fact that said group is officially referred to as a "cuddle". The choice to make it a whole genus and show us several different wild and domesticated species, also very good, love it. As with several of these drawings, Strixcattus's Gligglae (Gligglaes?) are extremely cute -- which, really, does also fit the description provided in the entry. They're like tadpoles crossed with sugar gliders.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) credits Ken Sugimori's Pokemon illustrations as a stylistic inspiration, which I suppose explains why the Gligglae cluster seems to be hanging from a Sudowoodo. The linked post also draws certain parallels between medieval bestiaries and the Pokedex, which I think is actually pretty insightful. There's also a breakdown of their design decisions there, go read it. I think this is a pretty good rendering of something that is like a flying squirrel but distinctly not a flying squirrel, and I like the shaggy look of the fur.

Also, thank you for providing your own alt text.

@pomrania (link to post here) is, I think, the only person to take the bestiary author at their word that this animal has wings but flies through some other, non-wing-related method. You can see the tiny useless wings at the shoulder there. I really think that's fascinating as a concept: what evolutionary pressures would produce an animal that (a) has wings and (b) flies but (c) those two things are unrelated? Although this many appendages on a fur-bearing creature puts us firmly in the "alien biology" territory, so maybe it's silly to expect it to make sense by the standards of terrestrial biology. Regardless, I like it, and I think the decision to run with the "rowing" description by giving it those oar-shaped appendages is a good & creative one. The post linked above contains a fair bit of information on design decisions and the drawing process here -- there are sketches and everything.

@vindikat (link to post here) has interpreted this in a way I find really charming. The art is of course excellent, very well drawn, and I appreciate the effort that went into doing these different poses. However, I really like it from a worldbuilding perspective: this gives me the impression of a small species of griffin that's adapted to urban living, more pigeon/cat than eagle/lion. (Come to think, both pigeons and cats are examples of feral populations finding a successful niche, rather than wild ones that adapt to a city, so maybe we can speculate that these guys are also descended from domestic ancestors.) Also the Gligglae under the eaves there remind me of pictures of chimney swifts that have made the rounds on Tumblr.

The design is also generally very appealing; I think the extra wings and the long tail really work here. The linked post includes an explanation of the design decisions that I think is worth taking a look at.

@moustawott (link to post here) has given us another very cuddly version of the Gligglae. I particularly like the wing design here, how it's kind of a mammalian version of a pterosaur -- Moustawott indicates that they were specifically trying not to draw the animal that they're sure this is, and I think the pterosaur-squirrel design here is a great way to make something that could fill kind of the same niche while being an unmistakably distinct creature. The little round head and eye markings remind me of a chipmunk, also, which is cute.

@rautavaara (link to post here) continues to do interesting stylistic stuff with their contributions. I like how the limited color palette here makes this look kind of like a single-block woodcut or similar relief printing. Like, you could plausibly see this as a design someone's carved into a wood block, then printed on mustard-yellow paper with purple ink. (I'm actually not 100% sure that's not what it is; I would just be surprised if someone actually went the extra mile of breaking out the engraving tools for my little bestiaryposting thing.) Very dynamic scene, also, and a charming creature design; love the huge mouths with pointy little fangs.

All right, these are all the ones that come up on the search; if I missed yours, let me know please.

(I have to apologize here for another delay that's absolutely my fault -- I would have had this out a few hours ago, but I got derailed by impulsively deciding to check out that Hbomberguy plagiarism video everyone's talking out, and... yeah.)

Anyway, as a number of this week's artists indicated, this one was really easy to guess, so the reveal seems a little pointless, but we have a format, so:

Obviously, this was the sheep.

What? Look, you can't make assumptions with these things. Some of these medieval bestiary entries are really counterintuitive. Medieval Europeans believed there was a species of small, highly-social, flying nocturnal sheep native to Ethiopia.

Really, it's in Pliny the Elder.

...

Yes, fine, I'm just lying to you for fun. It's the animal you all think it is, there are no flying sheep to my knowledge. Here's the Aberdeen Bestiary illustration.

Yep, it's the bat. Oddly human face on that one, and generally I don't think this was drawn from life, but it's definitely a bat.

I do kind of find the way it's described in this entry kind of interesting, though. The confusion about whether bats count as having wings (even after having been placed in the "bird" category) is kind of odd, and the "rowing" description is not one I would have ever thought of. I very much like the declaration that the way bats huddle together is "an act of love of a sort which is difficult to find among men"; it's a sweet way to talk about a creature with a generally negative reputation, which contrasts interestingly with the fact that the author also thinks of them as "lowly" and "mean". You kind of get the idea of a creature that's a bit wretched but in a sympathetic way. "Scrungly", one might say.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #gligglae

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MHA 2.24 - Katsuki Bakugo: Origin - part 1

Drumroll please, the match we have all been waiting for is commencing, ba-dum-tish!

Oh honey, no. You should know better than to say the words "avoid combat" to Bakugofckyourself Katsuki.

Let's be real, it would not matter what Deku said, Bakugo would snap at him no matter what. Deku could say "I love PB&J sandwiches." and he would get the exact same reaction.

Oh, Deku has HAD IT. This made me laugh way too hard

Deku: "All I said was, 'I like peanut butter and jelly', why are you yelling?! You would think childhood friends could have a real conversation about our favorite sandwiches, but noooooooo."

Deku's idolization of All Might has always walked the line between inspiring and too much. I love that this episode is bringing up the idea that his hero-worship of All Might is not 100% positive.

All Might, this is not a gift anyone wants. Deku did not put 'broken metal railing sharp enough to make my back a pincushion' on his Christmas list.

OH GOD! All Might you are not supposed to kill the kids!

ALL MIGHT, NO! Bakugo need those organs, holy sh!t. I thought Aizawa was having too much fun fighting the students, but All Might is taking, having a blast beating up these kids, to a higher level.

Bakugo, stop it, you are not allowed to be cute, damnit. It is great that he grew up admiring All Might like Deku, but took away a totally different lesson. He fixated on victory rather than helping people.

Low blow, to call Deku scum while he's down, lol. Deku's ribcage has already been crushed, he doesn't need Bakugo tossing rude names on top of it all.

It's kinda difficult to sound tough when you have a pukey face, but that isn't going to stop Bakugo from trying.

It is wild (and a bit pathetic) that Mr. Obsessed With Winning, will toss his values aside just because Deku is involved. Deku really gets under his skin, huh? I think if Bakugo did not care at all, he would not let Deku bother him so much.

Yeah, Bakugo deserved that punch. But Deku just got puke on his glove, so they both lost really.

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Tonight, on “how many ways can you experience catharsis through someone else’s D&D campaign”:

“You can hold all the knowledge in the world, but if it dies with you, it doesn’t matter.”

“Do I know that he’s gone?”

“Yes.”

“My eye is on you.”

“Don’t touch me”

“I’ve waited so long to do only that”

“No no no no no no no.”

“There is a place among the stars where only your heart can reach, and I’ve known it since I met you.”

“What follows the age of arcanum eventually must be the age of salvation.”

“A love as profound as any that have been on Exandria surrounds you.”

“There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart.”

“I vow this: I bear your name. I bear it on this stone. And one day I will bring you home.”

Revivify and pure ether.

“Hope that you are forgotten.”

“Are your children safe?”

“They are. I hope it was worth the risk.”

“I just cut you off and kiss you.”

“In the kiss, I cast cure wounds on you.”

“I forgive you for anything you think you’ve done, and so does Evandrin.”

“I push the locket into your hand and run away.”

“I cast teleport to Maya, to Cerrit’s children.”

“I think it will be easier for us both to forget, don’t you?”

“And somewhere in the world, someone is holding the work of your life.”

“It’s all on you, smart girl.”

“We’ll all find our way to where we’re going next.”

“Damn the ring of gold, the people of Avalir must survive!”

“The material goods mean nothing anymore, only life. That is what we serve.”

“Avalir comes before any oath I made in a past life.”

“You choose ruin and the world. You choose to cast aside the gift of your court and the right of your kin and all those of the realm of your birth, to remain here in the realm you have chosen.”

“I’m sorry, my lady, I love you, but I love another more.”

“I would rather mine break and yours remain whole”

“Remember the architect arcane, Laerryn, the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I’ve always chosen the city, and I’m going to choose my son.”

“You will always be five years old to me, no matter how much you grow.”

“What you see on the outside doesn’t matter, my son. Just remember what’s here, and you will always see me for who I really am.”

“Y’all decided to be dads, like what the fuck.” (Aabria and Marisha and I were all on the same page with this).

“Will you marry me?”

“This will work, Avalir be damned.”

“I love you, my family.”

Travis’s INCREDIBLE HDYWTDT

“I would like to ready an action so that, should I fall, I drive my blade into my best friend’s heart.”

“As I go down, I make sure I don’t miss.”

Patia’s final wish.

“Do not leave me. You cannot leave me now.”

“Are you the woman who doomed the world, or are you the woman who saved it?“

“What have you done?”

“My best. Finally.”

“There are many things that you do not see but it would be right for you to know.”

“The last thing you see is a griffin made of stars, called back to its feather, bearing on its back a young boy bearing a journal.”

“Elias leaps into the arms of Evandrin, reunited.”

“I will find the secret of how these worlds were made, and I will come and find you.”

“Do you think anyone will talk about how beautiful your dream was?”

“No, but that’s all right. It was real for us.”

“What matters more? The dream, or the dreamer?”

“There are many more dreams to come.”

“New dreams don’t have to tread the paths of the old.”

“Wingspan, I’m here. They’re both here. They’re both here. Tell me you’re coming.”

“Darling, is this goodbye?”

“No. No. Those children are the best thing we ever did. And it’s going to take a lot more than this to keep me from coming back to them, and you.”

“I’ve been able to become anyone I want my whole life. But I just want to be with you.”

“I can’t believe that the thing I almost broke beyond fixing was us.”

“Meeting you and being loved by you is a miracle, so I know they’re real.”

“I’ll move to the door, and look. My children deserve that.”

“That’s a 31.” Cerrit’s miraculous survival

“The brass ring endures. I want you to know, you gave us a chance.”

“I don’t think you hear anything back, you just feel relief.”

“One day, the people of Exandria will triumph, and the calamity will end.”

“At the end of it all, hope will return, as many times as it needs to.”

“And the fire as brightly as it may burn does not burn as brightly as your love.”

“And on a 31, at the very top of that cloud, the last member of the ring of brass gets to keep his promise to his family.”

“You don’t get to give your kids the world that they deserve, but you get to give your kids the world that they can fight for with you.”

“It did happen, and it did matter. And though the calamity is here, because of you, it will not be here forever.”

Truly an incredible collaboration by every member of the EXU: Calamity cast. I spent so much of this episode experience strong emotions. It’s been a while since I cried during a Critical Role episode, but this one definitely got to me.

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Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023!

Hey Clarke Kru! It's been a while since Daily Clarke Griffin has had an event, don't you think? Well, it's time to change that! We're bringing Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week back for its third year! As always, the event will run from October 24th to October 30th. (We start on Eliza's birthday and end the day before Halloween, it's the perfect time to celebrate Clarke, not to mention it's her birth month too!)

As we've done before, a list of prompts have been selected for each day to give you some inspiration for what you create for the week! Like we have said in the past, this event is hosted for all types of content creators, whether you make gifs or graphics or moodboards or videos or fic, we try to pick out themes we think will work for everyone. Check them out below!

Prompts:

Day 1: Favorite Look — For our first day we'd love to see your favorite Clarke outfit/look! Do you love her classic season one outfit? Maybe you like the black and blue outfits of season two! Or maybe give a nod to her temporary outfits like the Ark flashback or one of her dresses? Maybe you think her short hair could use some more appreciation, or you could even make a compilation of all her different hairstyles throughout the years!

Day 2: Favorite Underrated Friendship — We've done favorite friendship/dynamic, but what about a pairing that you think deserved more love? Maybe you wished we got a lot more out of the Clarke and Wells relationship. Maybe it's another one of the delinquents like Miller or Harper. Or what about Clarke and Roan? There's tons of duos to choose from, tell us your fave underrated relationship!

Day 3: Color — For this day we want to challenge all of your beautiful creative minds by channeling color! Whether that be one single color that makes you think of Clarke or a whole plethora of colors by making a rainbow edit! You could even use a color palette generator for some inspo if you want! Anything goes!

Day 4: Lyrics & Poetry — We love seeing things like this in the fandom and we want to see some more! Find a quote of some sort, whether it comes from a song or a poem or even somewhere else, and let it inspire you into creating something beautiful to celebrate Clarke! This could be in the form of gifs, moodboards, fanart, even a songfic! Whatever you want to create, we want to see!

Day 5: Bi Pride — It's not Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week without bi pride day! As always, we'd love to see all the bi love whether it's with a bi flag inspired gifset, a moodboard with cute bi aesthetics, maybe you could even use some lyrics from your fave bi musician as inspo! (Gentle reminder that this day is about bi positivity, we're here to celebrate Clarke's role as a bi leading character!)

Day 6: Halloween — The holiday is right around the corner and we'd love to see some fun and spooky ideas! You could do something orange and black themed, you can make an AU edit like Clarke as a witch or a werewolf! Maybe a manip of what you think Clarke would dress up as. You could also do some spooky horror-inspired editing if that's your thing. Even a Halloween drabble if you feel like writing instead. We hope you have fun with this one!

Day 7: Free Day — As always, we're going to end the week by giving you free rein to do whatever you like for the final day! If you have an extra idea or something you've been meaning to post, now's the chance to do it! It can be funny or shippy or completely AU or even just another compilation of your favorite Clarke moments! It's the last day so we want to see what you love to make!

There it is! Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023 is officially happening! When the event begins please tag all your creations with #cgaw23 so we can reblog them here on the main blog for all our followers to see. We hope everyone interested in the event is able to participate, and we'd love it if you reblogged this post to spread the word! See you soon, friends! 💗💜💙

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Old Friend — Prince!Derek Danforth x GN!Reader [ Part 1/? ]

Description: A royal ball celebrating the end of a decade of pure isolation between Houses brings you and an old acquaintance together once again.

# No Request

# A.N: I'm literally gushing over DND here, lol! There's sm story shit. it's more lore explaining than actual romantic stuff, SOOO. sorry. hope you enjoy the AU pfft

Media: The Beekeeper [ AU ]

Character: Derek Danforth [ AU ]

Tags: DND/Fantasy Inspired AU, Royalty, PLOT, Lore Dumping, Friends to ? ? ?, Romantic Implications, Fluff, Slight Suggestiveness { if you squint }, Slowburn, Childhood Friends, Flirting, Catching Up, OOC!Derek [?], Sweet Talk + Reader is !GN.

Warnings: Mentions of War/Isolation, Depression, Childhood Trauma, Substances/Acholic Beverages + Smoking.

TOS. Derek Dandorth Master List {TBW}.

The ballroom had been mildly entertaining at most, while Dandorth House was certainly exotic with fruitullius pickings like booze, muzzled griffins and gowns, you had found yourself a mere wallflower near the belt of the corner. Your attentive gaze remained ill as you stared at the chorus of visitors from all across the world clad in their signature wear, dancing the night away with tipping mindscapes.

You were impressed by their shiny attempt to win over the other Houses with opium and silver statues not seduced. The idea of taking wine brewed by a Dandorth was an idea you'd never subscribe to, as much as you valued their efforts in ore distribution, they weren't a House you'd call a friend, more of a neighbor with the temper of a sun bear.

The shine of silk, flashing grins and laughter had made you feel as if you didn't belong, as if you were nothing but a lonley phantom enviously spectating the quartz floors.

Your House, Tallis, was a symbol of artistry, sculpting, poets and other powers were the foundations of your land. You were the only heir to the throne, sharing no brother or sister to extend a blade at down the line. Alas, you were greatful no family blood would bare at your fingertips, but the crippling loniliess had carved you into a quiet, yet respectful noble with dreams just like any Tallis; only you wished there was another one to share it with.

"Admiring the dancefloor are we?" A voice asked, it's tone as complex as the limestone statues of old characters fronted at the palace. You felt something buzz in your soul, and your gaze had flocked up to the host.

Prince Derek Dandorth, only, he was much older than when you last laid your eyes on him.

It was around midnight when both Houses declared they'd go into hiding to cower away from the war. It was your last royal ball together, and you weren't interested in leaving yet. You were both children then, dumb and in love. You both had scurried off and his yourselves near the old balcony that you were sure had been rebuilt with golden rimmings and white rose bushes.

"When will I ever see you again?" You asked desperly, hands interlocking with his soft fingertips. Derek's eyes had arrowed into you, deep with longing. Back when his hair was still an endless rush of dark, brunette curls and gentle highlights.

"I don't know, but it'll be soon. Our Houses may be splitting, but that doesn't mean we won't be able to dance again, will it?" Derek whispered. "We'll see each other again. We have to."

He had been wrong, and you had been grieving over that broken promise when you were children for a long time. The Dandorth and Tallis Houses were at a halt, conflicted by some nearby wars circling close to the walls.

It had resulted in both kingdoms locking themselves in their labyrinths of treasure, with eyes paved into the stone. You were isolated in your House, only seeking comfort in carving your inner desires into rich pavement that was now collecting dust in your Queenship's second guest bedroom.

Now, he was here, cocky as ever. With blonde hair and light reminces of forest green and flakes of emerald flickering across his face. His signature uniform was gorgeous, with carefully decorated leaves and patterns that resembled rich lingering. His crown set carefully in his forest of curls, and you swore you could smell cologne that burst your nostrils with pure dopamine.

"Derek?" You uttered, slack jawed.

You blinked and he waved his hand in front of your stunned expression teasingly.

His hand carefully tightened around his glass, "Now, that's no way to greet a prince in his own House, is it?" the heir cooed. Your face fell and you arched a brow, unimpressed at his mock of carelessness. Prince Dandorth was certainly an idealist, but he was definitely not an actor.

He laughed, tone deep as ivory. "I'm just messing with you, Noble Tallis." Then, he opened his arms for an inviting hug you immediately fell into. Although, he felt stiff, you could sense he was relived to see you again.

"You look different." You pulled back.

Derek's gaze remained on you, "You like it? The hair that is—I had it personally dyed, you can tell how organic it looks, yes?"

You could tell he was trying his best to seem noble. So, you teased. "Oh, the hair? I hadn't noticed, silly me. I couldn't help but notice your blush and gown—are those earrings?"

His fingers ran down the golden patterns with a soft smile. "Well, the House of artistry was attending, I had to look my best, especially for the only heir." A warm smile spread across his face. "It's been way too long." Derek said breathlessly, "I missed you."

Prince Danforth's face softened. "Well, thank the Gods."

You eased, trying to stir up some conversation. "How are you? I've heard your House is doing well after the release."

He boasted. "People are desperate over our caverns, you would not believe how many travelers were mounted at our doorstep ready for trade." Derek confirmed after a sip, "We might be in need of your creativity again, the walls are so dull, and they can certainly use some of your flare, don't you think?"

You were flattered. Your eyes ran down the exterior of the walls, lightly scratching your jaw. "You know, you're right. Your palace does look a little—"

"A little, what? He urged.

You humored. "Like it was designed by a commoner."

Derek laughed. "You've always had an eye for details like this. Good to know I wasn't disappointed to know you haven't changed that much."

Then, he asked. "How about you? Any new inventions or views on the world? Hearing about your House is like turning a Jack-in-the-box."

You chewed your lip awkwardly. As Derek had imagined, there were many views and advances in Tallis. Though, it had caused a whide fued between philosophers and their audience. It was overwhelming, but nonetheless, Tallis had been doing much better than any other House, even with its complications with political attributes. "It's . . . going well."

You knew it wasn't in Derek's character to pester, so he hummed in delight for your vague answer. His lips settled on his narrow class, drinking in a rich selection of dark champagne. His apex gaze settled on you, "Mind if I steal you away for a moment? I see you don't fancy the music or dancing." Derek offered his hand, "Just like old times," he suggested.

There wasn't a sliver of reluctance in your answer, you eagerly gripped his hand and let him guide you outside the ballroom. The wash of silence veiled over your ears as the intrusive rhythm of the party began to fade away.

You had forgotten how large Prince Danforth's palace was, with high walls itching towards the sky and silver veins ripping through the quartz floors. He drank up your silence. "Beautiful, isn't it? I know there might be a thousand mistakes in your eyes, but it's something else entirely to me. My people sculpted and built this castle for my House, my bloodline, and no matter what I do, I may never repay their labor."

Derek sighed, gaze masking apologetically as his speech had been led astray. "Sorry, I haven't spoken to you in a while. I have a lot on my chest, Noble Tallis."

"No, no. It's alright, I assure you. Don't apologize for simply speaking to me."

Derek smiled shyly, "Thank you." his voice relaxed at his offer, "Would you fancy a tour?"

"Absolutely." Your eyes fluttered.

Derek nudged his head forwards the split of hallways, "Come, then."

Your fingertips parted and you were slightly disappointed when he walked a few steps in front of you, arms spread out like a hawk as he basked in the light of the exquisite chandeliers hooked to the carved ceiling.

You felt like a child again. Two rebellious souls giggling and whispering, racing up the staircases like hummingbirds and gazing at the web of art pieces that mapped the generations of his House. Tales of war generals and royal blood rivalry. Derek in particular had a knack for history, giving his share of intelligence of his family tree with eager eyes.

"Is that your grandfather?"

"Great-grandfather." Derek corrected. "My father told me a lot about him, he was the loyalest king of this House. He truly cared for his people, and it's how we were able to advance this far at all. He just had faith." His eyes fell, "Though, I worry it's all going to go to waste."

"How so?"

Derek set his hand carefully on the painting, fingertips grazing gently across the teeth of the large canvas. "My mother has been pushing our classes too hard this last decade. It's caused a commotion within our walls, they don't trust the House anymore. I have no authority like her, she won't . . ." he choked back a cry. "I can't do anything, I'm useless. I'm only a Prince, I'm nothing compared her."

He felt your warm grasp on his shoulder. You whispered, "That's not true. You're many things, Derek. A dreamer, a loyalist. You'll be a great king, this I tell you."

Derek paused. "But what if my kingdom can't wait? They're being pushed to the edge, working like dogs. It's no good leading a nation when there's nothing left. I don't want to wait."

This was a lot to take in. Tallis had been oblivious to how quickly Danforth had been advancing like no other House, now you were truly worried. A rebellion was possible, and every House had almost lost all their work by the lower classes arriving at their pearly gates with mounts of fire.

His hands fumbled with his dressing, voice grim. "I'm the only heir, the only one left to fix up her mistakes." Derek turned to you with desperate eyes. "I feel like I'm in a cage. The walls have opened up again, yet, I don't feel free. Like a bird in a cage, do you know what that feels like? To act as an audience, almost no word in anything unless I'm told to."

You hadn't noticed Derek taking both your hands and pressing them against his chest. You exhaled lightly, "Derek. What is the queen doing to you?"

Was Queen Danforth imprisoning him? A Prince should have a voice, especially as the only heir. Your grip tightened, "Prince Danforth, whatever is happening . . . you can tell me anything. I promise, your word will remained sealed between my lips, nobody will know."

"Oh, but they will." Derek explained. "Someone will always know. There's ears in the brick and mortar, eyes from friends."

You made a noise as if you were being strangled. "But what about now? I feel as if you told me everything and nothing at the same time." You were at the edge of tears. You couldn't loose him, not again.

"I haven't told you a lick of what's truly happening." He told you. "There's so much you don't know, Tallis. So much to know, such little time."

You were so confused. This was only the tip of the iceberg according to Prince Danforth, he wasn't the type to lie for as spoiled as he was. Regardless, his eyes were the darkest shade of sincerity you had ever seen. Your voice was hushed, "What do I do? I can't leave like this, Derek."

"I promise, I'll tell you everything." Derek rested his forehead against yours, "I promise." then, he pulled away. "I love you too much to let you get hurt because of my ignorance. Time will tell, just be patient."

Derek desperately needed someone to talk to. About his injustice and personal conflict, but he felt the need to warn you as well. Something else was brewing, a conspiracy perhaps? What was Queen Danforth up to? Would you ever know? So many questions.

Then, you broke out of your paralysis when he had mentioned love. You stammered, "You love me?"

He was shocked, frozen in his step. "Of course, I do. You're so fantastic, intelligent and sensitive. If I didn't know any better I figured I'd be under a spell," Derek chuckled. "I may as well be at this point. I care about you, so much. I can't lie to you, but I can't put you in harm's way either."

Your face warmed. Before he could spin away, you held his hands tightly, getting lost in his eyes once again. His breath hitched, and you heard him swallow harshly. "Tallis?" Derek didn't pull away, you could even sense him bringing himself closer, "You know, if we do this, there will be no turning back . . ."

You were longing, "Then so be it. I've been locked away for too long, the only company being memories of you."

Derek's speech slowed, harsh and husky. "All my life, I've always gotten what I've want, everything I asked for. However, this is the first time I've felt—" he rasped. "I needed something as precious as you."

Cupid's arrow has pierced your soul, and you had read him well enough to press your lips against his own, melting into a kiss. Derek pulled away, catching his breath with a giggle. "Oh, Heavens, give me a moment."

"Never kissed someone before?" You asked.

"No, never." He hushed you with a peck, that descended into a deeper kiss. You ran your fingertips across his silky wear, and you could feel shivers running down his spine. He felt like a peasant on his knees, begging for a penny to add to his name. Derek had felt desperate before, but never like this.

A strong desire had pulled you closer, stealing each other's breath away. Your sentimental feelings grew thin once he pulled away after making a noise, which made his face flush in raw embarrassment.

"A thousand pardons, I just, got a little wrapped into it." Derek mumbled and then repeated. "Sorry,"

"Don't be, I liked it, I promise." You traced his thumb to his cheek, lightly circling his warm skin. "Thank you for taking me out, and telling me everything, or . . . most of it at least."

Derek's face softened and rested his hand on yours. His face fell, "If I could, I'd run away with you, start somewhere fresh."

"Derek, you know we can't. We're the only heirs, the only ones who can hold the throne and make a difference. It's our duty."

He dipped his head, saddened at the taste of reality, "I know, I know, but a man can dream." though your face was infectious enough to let a smile spread across his face.

The rest of the night had been tranquill and hush, a few fruitful hours of nothing but gentle praises and a few butterfly kisses here and there without disturbance, until you finally stopped near a pool where a seahawk was perched, beak wrestling weeds out of the water. It was growing late and you could sense your House would be departing soon enough.

Derek took your hand once more, resting his lips on your knuckles. "This was a wonderful evening, Tallis."

"I hope I get to see you again." You told him.

"I'll make sure to write to you, maybe through a messenger bird so it's extra private." Derek toyed. "Maybe you can send me those beautiful drawings of yours."

You smiled softly. "I'll think about it."

You had kissed him goodbye again, before you could stir away from his side, his warm breath tickled your ear. "And don't forget what we spoke about,"

Dawn was tickling the air and the clouds were heavy with the deep scarlet of sunrise. Derek had gotten no sleep tonight, as his attention was too busy wandering through chapters of you. It wasn't the only thing keeping him up, as his mind was still swampy with anxiety. He had only fueled your curiosity to solve Danforth's conspiracy, all because his emotional vulnerability had gotten the better of him and he couldn't bring himself to hold back.

He walked tiredly to his study and wrapped his hands around the careful mold of his desk, carefully reelimg out a sealed envelope from the darkness of his cabinets. A red stamped, engraved with a symbol resembling a furious bee hunching over its stinger to the side was in bold, almost intimidating him. Derek's gaze hardened, he knew there was something else to his symbol,

And he would get to the bottom of it.

#👑 derek danforth #derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth x you #writing #the beekeeper #josh hutcherson #writers on tumblr #dnd #fanfic #royal au #haven't been online for a while.#so enjoy!!! I may or may not write an actual fic w/ this concept if you enjoy it ❤️#if you want more. Ask

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 5 months

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(GFL Crack Fic) "The Firefight before Christmas"

Alternative Title: "What your average retail worker goes through during the holiday season"

Right before Christmas, the Commander asked Angelia and the rest of DEFY to guard everyone's presents. Deciding she had nothing better to do for the holiday, Angelia agreed and moved to oversee the defense of a bunch of toys. If she had known what was going to transpire, she would have brought more guns. Word Count: 3.8k

Date: December 23rd, 206X

Through a heavily secured door contained a relatively spacious and shiny black floored room. It was home to Griffin's Commander, well his second home anyway.

It was just his office, albeit a more empty one. The room only had two desks for work, a couple of decorations in the shelves behind him, and large amounts of data servers and file cabinets lined up along the walls.

Angelia sat in the desk next to the Commander, both of them performing the mundane task of filling out paperwork. G36 was also present, but she was in the middle of organizing their files before their day off on Christmas. None of the three said anything while the radio blasted a cheery Christmas tune.

"Rockin' around the Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop!"-

Normally, neither of human officers would have anything playing due to the same annoying songs playing ad nauseam. However, it was at the insistence of a certain adjutant that it be played to 'keep them in spirit'.

(Kalina) "Commander, Ange~!"

Kalina almost skipped happily through the door that slid open, bringing much needed coffee for the both of them.

(Commander) "Ah, thanks Kalina."

(Angelia) "Make mine the way I like it?"

(Kalina) "Yup! One sludge coming up..."

Kalina made sure that she had muttered that under her breath, turning back to the Commander and G36.

(Kalina) "Commander, we got the presents secure, right?"

(Commander) "Well, they should be unloading in the cargo bay under the disguise of our usual supplies. But as for actually guarding it...-"

G36 stopped what she was doing and her shoulders slumped, thinking in fear about what measures they put into place.

(G36) "Master, you and Kalina did not have Persica construct another machine, did you?"

(Kalina) "Wha-Psh, no! We wouldn't do that!...Well, without a few hundred extra precautions, anyway."

(Angelia) "You what now?"

(Commander) "Long story, basically on Halloween, G36 and Springfield stopped a rogue bot that stole the T-Dolls' candy."

Angelia exhaled through her nose in amusement, crossing her arms.

(Angelia) "So if you don't have a kill droid this time around, what's your plan on protecting these presents?"

The Commander leaned back into his chair, thinking on the answer to that question.

(Commander) "Well, I need T-Dolls that I can trust to guard it."

(Kalina) "There's some of the Sangvis Dolls we could ask."

G36 shook her head and her eyes squinted further in thought.

(G36) "As much as I have faith that they could protect it, I fear for their safety if some of our T-Dolls learn Sangvis of all people are assigned to do so."

The Commander nodded, raising a finger as he counted the amount of problems with that solution.

(Commander) "Plus, there's Architect who'd probably get way too eager and open the presents herself. Or Destroyer, like during Valentines. Or Alchemist, for the hell of it."

(Angelia) "...So that's a no go."

(Kalina) "Hm, Squad 404?...No, UMP9..."

Kalina crossed her arms, shaking her head in frustration.

(Commander) "And there's not a force in this world that could stop SOPMOD if she learned our presents arrived early."

(G36) "Master, perhaps you could leave it to Springfield and I once more? I could have some of my sisters and Lee-Enfield join as well."

(Kalina) "What? But we don't want you to work yourselves during another holiday again!"

(Angelia) "...Tell you what, Commander."

Everyone in the room turned to Angelia.

(Angelia) "How about you leave it to DEFY and I on Christmas?"

(Commander) "You'd seriously assign the girls to do that?"

(Angelia) "They listen to me, no questions asked. Consider it my present to you this year, Commander. Peace of mind."

The Commander sighed in relief as he leaned back into his chair, smiling as he adjusted his red uniform.

(Commander) "That'd be a huge relief, Ange. I guess I should mention you and DEFY have some presents in there too."

(Kalina) "Yeah, make sure you don't open them before, or you'll be put on the naughty list!"

Angelia scoffed as she crossed her arms.

(Angelia) "Think all of us humans are on there, already."

Date: December 24th, 206X Time: 22:30

Angelia adjusted her coat as she sat in a large empty warehouse, staring at the absolutely massive mountain of presents stocked up for every T-Doll and Human personnel in Griffin.

Despite the haphazard way they were organized, they were all lovingly wrapped. It was clear no machine did the wrapping, much to her horror. She would hate to be the one doing all that for every single being in this base.

She brought a chair along with her, casually resting in it as she heard the door slide open, revealing the rest of her squad. AK-12 gave a light hearted salute, though the respect was still clearly there.

(AK-12) "DEFY, reporting as ordered, Ange."

(Angelia) "At ease, everyone. This giant pile of cardboard waste behind me is our objective to defend for tonight."

AK-15 looked up at the presents, obviously confused about the objective.

(AK-15) "Christmas presents, ma'am?"

(Angelia) "Yup. Our dear Commander requested that we make sure no one gets their hands on them early."

(RPK-16) "Well, this is certainly one of the more interesting operations we've been a part of."

RPK-16 commented, crossing her arms as her lips curled into vague amusement.

(AN-94) "Should we sweep the perimeter, ma'am?"

Angelia shook her head, motioning for the squad to get comfortable.

(Angelia) "No need, 94. We'll be able to hear anyone coming a mile away. Besides, no one knows their presents are even here."

AK-12 put a gentle hand on AN-94's shoulder and gestured her head forward, making her relax.

AK-15 simply leaned against the wall, her rifle slung on her side.

RPK-16 walked towards the presents and investigated it with her scanners, quickly finding DEFY's gifts.

They were all wrapped in black paper, with a white ribbon enclosing the boxes.

(RPK-16) "Aw, that's cute."

Angelia raised her head and chuckled along with RPK-16.

(AK-12) "Think the Commander had that special ordered for us?"

(Angelia) "Probably. Either he or Kalina did."

AK-12 laid on the floor, one leg simply resting on the other while AN-94 stood awkwardly at attention, staring straight at the door as if she was anticipating an attack.

(Angelia) "...Oh right, forgot to say this. Merry Christmas, girls."

(AK-15) "You as well, ma'am."

(AN-94) "Should I play Christmas music to keep the festive spirit up for the night, ma'am?"

(Angelia) "Do that, and I'm throwing a lump of coal at your head. I've had enough of those damn songs. How the hell are those songs still enduring after a near century, anyway?"

(RPK-16) "Humans do love their Christmas music, Ange. That won't ever change, evidently."

(AK-12) "At least it's not blaring on our systems 24/7."

...

A few hours passed and DEFY were casually chatting with one another. It was the first in a very long time that they had time to simply decompress.

Granted, the tension between AK-12 and AK-15 was ever present, but it was dimmed down given the lax nature of the operation.

Even AN-94 was talking a bit more than usual, much to Angelia's surprise.

Seeing her squad get to relax for once was honestly refreshing. Maybe she should ask the Commander if they can do this every year.

(AN-94) "It is hard to imagine what gifts the Commander would have gotten us."

(AK-12) "Maybe it's Vodka?"

AK-15's eyes were closed, but the tone of her voice suggested that she found the idea humorous.

(AK-15) "For you and 16, maybe. I don't require anything other than a trustworthy officer to lead us."

(RPK-16) "But you're not against the idea of a gift, are you?"

(AK-15) "It would be pointless, given we are androids."

(Angelia) "But you still didn't say no."

The girls quietly chuckled before AK-15's eyes shot open, turning towards the door.

AK-15's normally shut eyes did the same, while AN-94 and RPK-16 suddenly adopted a combat stance.

Angelia knew that they would not have reached for weapons if it were just a Griffin Doll approaching. Was there actually an enemy coming close, thinking this was something valuable?

Regardless, she would not let anyone lay a damn finger on one of these boxes.

(Angelia) "12? What are you scanning?"

Everyone held onto their guns, ready to move out the door while AK-12's pink irises adjusted their focus.

(AK-12) "Motion trackers are picking up something a hundred meters from here. Multiple contacts, it looks like-"

Suddenly, there was distant gunfire, and the distinct sound of an explosion.

Angelia loaded the magazine into her own rifle and immediately began giving out the commands.

(Angelia) "AK-12, AN-94. Investigate the area. AK-15, RPK-16, seal the entrances to this place besides the front door. I'm contacting the Commander."

Everyone nodded and attended to their tasks given. Angelia moved to grab her radio before realizing it was being jammed. Only static was coming through.

(Angelia) "Shit."

(Distant Voice) "H-Ho, Ho HEEEELP!"

Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all turned to towards the door, looking extremely confused on what they had just heard.

(RPK-16) "Wow, the lungs on that human."

(AK-12) "...I'm not detecting any human in the AO."

(Angelia) "...Then what exactly are you picking up? T-Dolls?"

AK-12 frowned. That alone was enough to send alarms ringing through everyone's heads.

(AK-12) "Unknown, Ange. All I'm seeing is movement...Wait, it's getting closer!"

All of the DEFY T-Dolls put on their masks and aimed their guns at the target moving closer to the warehouse, and it was approaching rapidly.

AK-15 immediately had Angelia stand behind her, still aiming her gun at the door. Angelia knelt alongside RPK-16, who mounted her machine gun onto the floor for better stability.

AK-12 and AN-94 hopped behind several crates, aiming at the door, watching as the target came closer.

And without warning, a massive red sleigh burst through the walls, and several reindeer tumbled and fell onto the gray floor, the snow from the outside trickling in as DEFY watched in utter confusion of what they were witnessing.

The reindeer closest to DEFY had a glowing red nose, staring right at AN-94.

(AN-94) "...What?"

Everyones weapons pointed right back at the sudden movement coming out of the sleigh, and it revealed a large red coated man with a long white beard.

(???) "Ho, ho, ho my GOD! Thank goodness you all are here!"

The large man stepped forward before everyone's guns trained on his head.

(AK-15) "Move a step closer and we open fire."

The man did not appear to be intimidated. In fact, he was more offended than anything.

(???) "Hmph! And here I was, considering on putting you on the Nice List this year, AK-15!"

The mention of her name made everyone tense up.

(Angelia) "Alright, enough with the Santa bullshit, just who the hell are you?"

His steely gaze turned to Angelia, adjusting his tiny glasses as he stepped forward.

(???) "And such naughty words, Anna! What happened to the festive cheer you had a moment ago?"

Immediately, Angelia pulled the trigger at his feet, a gunshot echoing throughout the warehouse. This person's intel was better than she thought if they knew her real name.

(Angelia) "The festive cheer is going right between your eyes if you call me that again."

But once again, he seemed more offended.

(???) "Why, I never!...Hm, no. Considering your lives, I should not judge so harshly. After all, I am here to deliver presents to Griffin as well!"

(AK-12) "So, are you going to introduce yourself?"

The man puffed out his belly in pride.

(???) "Santa Claus!"

(Everyone) "..."

(AN-94) "Santa does not exist. Are you a T-Doll?"

(Santa) "Miss AN-94, do you not find it strange that none of you can detect me, or my reindeer here?"

DEFY looked at the lifelike Reindeer, then back to the sleigh, and finally the man calling himself Santa.

(AK-12) "What, did Sangvis suddenly gain a sense of humor?"

(Santa) "Young AK-12, I am not an automaton, I am the flesh and blood Santa Claus himself! And I am here to make a delivery to everyone, yourselves included!"

Angelia scoffed.

(Angelia) "What, are we getting coal this year?"

(Santa) "If you keep this nonsense up, yes!-"

Santa was suddenly cut off as a stray bullet almost hit him, making him leap for cover and forcing the rest of DEFY to shift their attention. The rest of the Reindeer looked at each other and ducked for cover as well.

(Santa) "ACK! They're here!"

(RPK-16) "For being such a large man, you move very quick-"

(Santa) "That is rich, coming from a Machine-Gun T-Doll!"

It was RPK-16's turn to look offended. Did Santa just call her fat?

(AN-94) "Santa, what is attacking you?"

Santa turned to AN-94, somewhat relieved that someone was taking him seriously. Or at least giving him the benefit of the doubt.

(Santa) "Snow-Dolls, and yes I am being serious!"

While Angelia and RPK-16 had their weapons on "Santa", AK-15 moved towards the hole in the wall, carefully peeking out.

(AK-15) "Impossible, there is no such thing as Santa, and there are-"

AK-15's eyes widened in shock, seeing beyond the horizon an approaching army of moving snowmen.

All armed with guns made of snow.

One of their button faces turned into a frown as soon as they saw her, and a bullet made of snow almost took her mask off as she leaned back behind the wall.

(Angelia) "15, report!"

(AK-15) "Multiple targets are...indeed, Snowmen. All armed, and intent on killing us."

Angelia sighed and turned to "Santa", motioning for everyone to take up positions.

(Angelia) "If you're lying to us, I will hang you with your own fucking hat."

(Santa) "All I ask is for enough time for me to escape, I am on a tight schedule! I will have to unload your presents here, then I will be on my way! I promise!"

(Angelia) "This is not how I imagined my Christmas Eve would be...DEFY, take offensive formation!"

AK-15 nodded and punched out a large slab of the concrete wall that vaguely resembled a roadblock, using it as a makeshift portable cover, advancing out towards the open.

AN-94 and Angelia rushed behind her, taking cover and opening fire on the incoming snowmen, forcing them to scatter and rush behind the trees. Well, slide behind cover, to be precise.

AK-12 attempted to begin her electronic warfare programs, but found there was nothing to hack. She was not being countered, and there was nothing jamming her.

(AK-12) "...Are these actually killer snowmen?!"

Santa hopped behind his sleigh and started rapidly throwing presents from a massive brown sack towards the Commander's pile. All of which were somehow landing perfectly next to RPK-16, in an organized fashion.

(Santa) "Let's see: Suomi, C96, M4A1, MP40-!"

Santa began listing off a dizzying amount of T-Doll's names, as RPK-16 looked at the pile one last time before joining AK-12 and mounting her machine gun towards the newly created half-cover next to the sleigh.

(RPK-16) "Beginning cover fire."

She calmly stated, pulling the trigger and watching as a hail of bullets flew out and hit the snowmen who were being distracted by AK-15's group.

AK-15 held onto the concrete as the snow bullets tore the corners off, AN-94 and Angelia rapidly firing concentrated shots and making the snowmens' heads explode into a white flurry.

AK-15 slammed the wall into the ground, making sure it would not tip over as she rushed the nearest snowman. With one punch she knocked off its head with relative ease, ignoring the ice bullets failing to pierce through her and instead engaging in close combat with the ones closest to her.

The buttons on their faces remained in a permanent frown as they slowly approached the warehouse. Their numbers were beyond counting.

AK-12 closed her eyes, realizing that they were truly magical beings and not something she could hack. Pulling the trigger, her gun began to pick off out of position snowmen that weren't hiding behind trees already.

RPK-16 looked at AK-12 as she reloaded calmly, giving her assurance.

(RPK-16) "I'll cover you, go!"

AK-12 nodded and vaulted over the wall, rushing towards cover as the ever approaching horde continued to pin down AN-94 and Angelia's location. RPK-16 made the snowmen pay with their...lives? As she gunned them down with ease.

Although DEFY was tearing through them with ease, when they killed one, ten more seemed to take their place.

Angelia clenched her teeth as an ice bullet hit her in the shoulder, making her crouch down and reach for the stinging pain.

(AN-94) "Ange has been hit!"

AN-94 immediately knelt down to start applying pressure on the wound, making Angelia cringe in slight pain as she reloaded her rifle with one hand.

(Angelia) "I can't believe that a bunch of goddamn snowmen are giving Sangvis a run for their money in the swarm tactics!"

AK-12's mask hid what emotion she was making, but Angelia could tell there was a wry smirk behind it as she tossed a grenade overhead, dirt and snow flying above them from the explosion.

(AK-12) "At least you made the right call having DEFY be here. I'm not sure even the Commander could defend this warehouse from homicidal snowmen."

(AN-94) "RPK-16, what is Santa's status?"

AN-94 asked before returning fire on the snowmen getting dangerously close to their makeshift barricade.

RPK-16 turned around as she reloaded, her mouth slightly dropping in sheer awe.

Santa had created a beautifully organized pile of presents, all organized by squad. The Commander's pile looked downright insulting just existing next to it.

(Santa) "Ah, I am done here! Now, get your friends back here if you would, I'm about to leave these snowmen a very very nasty lump of coal, if you catch my drift!"

RPK-16 didn't, but she also didn't care.

(RPK-16) "Santa is done, retreat back to the warehouse!"

AN-94 and AK-12 nodded before grabbing Angelia and rushing back at their full speed. AK-15 was right behind them as she roared out in anger, one hand wielding her knife and tearing through them as she tore the stick arms off others approaching them.

Her armor was covered in frost and bullet marks, with bits of artificial blood dropping from her head.

The bits of armor from the rest of DEFY were beginning to chip off as well due to the frost damage, everyone except RPK-16 who was still trying to fend off the never ending horde.

She moved to reload, but her waist was devoid of any remaining magazines.

(RPK-16) "Out of ammo!"

Everyone else checked their magazine count after hiding behind the wall, gaining a small reprieve from the cold.

(AK-12) "One left."

(AK-15) "Out."

(AN-94) "Two left."

(Angelia) "Tch, one."

Any prolonged fighting would have their ammunition run dry. They weren't expecting a fight to break out like this at all, their lack of preparation coming to bite them in the ass.

But who the hell would be ready for an assault by magical snowmen armed with snow guns?!

Santa whistled at the Reindeer as he hopped onto the sleigh, looking at the rest of DEFY with a warm smile.

(Santa) "You have saved my hide, and Christmas for the rest of the world! These darn Snow-Dolls have been pursuing me ever since...-"

Suddenly concentrated fire was aimed at the sleigh, cutting Santa off as he nodded at them.

(Santa) "Bah, hambug! Doesn't matter, Thank you, DEFY! Good night to all, and to all-"

(Angelia) "JUST GET YOUR ASS MOVING ALREADY, I'M BLEEDING HERE!"

Santa jumped back in his seat and immediately yanked the straps back, forcing his reindeer to float up and out of the warehouse, the gunshots all attempting to hit him as he circled around the battlefield.

DEFY watched as Santa doubled back towards the snowmen, dropping several christmas ornaments onto them, before they exploded into a fiery inferno that melted the snow from the sheer heat, making everyone duck behind cover.

Looking back up, the squad saw nothing remained of the snowmen, in fact there was no trace of them at all now.

Other than the concrete wall in the middle of the snow, alongside Ange's blood, bullet casings littering the grass, and explosion marks from grenades, it looked like any regular aftermath of a battlefield.

The squad then looked back at the presents, and saw how beautifully colored they were, each one with a name tag of a T-Doll or human of a Griffin member.

Then finally, the Commander's voice came through Angelia's radio.

(Commander) "Merry Christmas, Ange! You and DEFY have a silent night?"

(AN-94) "...I wish for these Christmas puns to end."

(Angelia) "Shut the hell up. By the way send a medic."

(Commander) "Hah, good one...W-Wait, what?!"

...

Apparently, no one had heard the insanity of DEFY's firefight during the early morning of Christmas Day.

In fact, no one even saw the explosions or the snowmen outside the base windows.

There was a perimeter scan and it was triple checked by the Anti-Rain Team, and Squad 404. There were no signs of hostile activity whatsoever.

After DEFY was sent in for repairs and Angelia's shoulder was patched up, they were ordered to take the day off and enjoy themselves with the rest of Griffin.

But first they headed back towards the dorm to rest up before the presents were to be handed out. Right now it was only eight in the morning.

(AK-15) "I still cannot believe everything we have just witnessed."

(AK-12) "Santa being real is...quite contradictory to everything we've learned. Does that mean other fictional stories are true as well?"

(Angelia) "This is a rabbit hole I don't want to open up right now, ladies."

(RPK-16) "Do you think Alice in Wonderland is true too?"

(AN-94) "I am sure it was just a fabrication, or some advanced technology we are not privy to yet."

(Angelia) "Get some rest until present time. I'll be in my room."

DEFY saluted Angelia as she walked off to her room alone.

When she opened the door, she noticed a plate of cookies and milk on the plate. She reached for her pistol, looking slowly around for who could have entered.

Seeing the note on the table, she frowned as she read it, but quickly faded.

Thanks for all your hard work, as always Ange! Save some for the rest of the girls, okay? - Signed, Commander, Kalina, G36

Angelia smiled, examining the cookie and making sure it wasn't poisoned. However, there were a couple signs on the cookie itself that revealed it was made from Springfield's café. The way the treat looked too perfectly circular, and cooked to almost perfection.

Realizing the threat was nonexistent, Angelia bit into it before pouring the milk out near her sink, and replacing the drink with Vodka.

(Angelia) "...Next Christmas, I'm not doing this shit again."

Suddenly, the radio turned on next to her.

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away~-"

Angelia immediately smashed the radio with her metal arm, eye twitching.

(Angelia) "And I'm having Kalina turn those goddamn songs off."

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a/n: This is totally 100% canon to the lore of Girls' Frontline. Source: trust me bro.

Anyways I have nothing else to add besides a nice picture of DEFY for your enjoyment.

Their smiles are precious. okay that's it, byeeeeeeeeeeeee

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline crack fic #angelia gfl #an 94 gfl #ak 12 gfl #ak 15 gfl #rpk 16 gfl #kalina gfl #g36 gfl #crack fic

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femininenachos · 1 year

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I’ve Got News For You

(Or the 80s rival TV newscasters AU no one asked for…)

It’s 1987, and Lexa Woods is a serious, austere news anchor, always delivering the news with smooth, measured gravitas. Nicknamed “the perfumed menace” she’s renowned for being a tough and exacting interviewer, a household name with the plaudits to back it up. Meanwhile, Clarke Griffin is a plucky reporter on the ground with a megawatt smile and disarming manner, who’s carved a niche for herself with frivolous, crowd-pleasing fluff pieces and lighthearted human-interest/animal segments. Lexa doesn’t hide her disdain for the rival outlet’s content and tone, yet it consistently beats her own channel in the ratings, to her supreme annoyance.

So she’s furious and indignant when station manager Indra tells her they’re poaching Clarke from their competitor.

“I won a Peabody for my coverage of the opioid crisis in Mount Weather!”

Lexa’s rant gathers steam.

“We’re a respected news source. This,” she gestures at the freeze frame of Clarke reporting from a feline beauty pageant, “is not news.”

Lexa stabs a finger in the air, oblivious to Indra’s subtle eye roll.

“I won’t stand here and watch my reputation for high-minded broadcast journalism be washed down the drain. I’ll walk.”

She also learns they plan to bring in a male anchorman, some eye candy for the housewives. The focus groups find Lexa too severe and haughty.

“I’m the anchor. No one reads the news but me.”

“Well,” Indra tells her firmly. “Things have to change or there won’t be a show to anchor. Would you prefer they take us off the air entirely and replace us with compilations of idiotic home video mishaps? They’re cheap and everybody loves them.” (The “unlike you” goes unsaid). “I’ve heard grumblings from the board.”

Lexa stares, aghast at the notion.

It takes a lot of placating to calm her down, vague promises of a primetime special on a hard-hitting topic of her choosing.

When she’s introduced to Clarke the following week, Lexa is frosty, aloof, giving the cold shoulder. Later that day, they butt heads during a pitch meeting. Lexa dismisses Clarke’s ideas, leaving her fuming, and everyone else stepping on eggshells.

Record scratch cut to Lexa’s dressing room...

Clarke kisses her hard, nipping sharply at Lexa’s bottom lip, an undercurrent of rebuke in her voice when she tells Lexa, “You could dial it down a notch, you know? For someone who wants to get under my skirt, you could stand to be a lot nicer.”

Lexa soothes Clarke by trailing kisses along her jaw to that spot behind her ear that makes her knees buckle slightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

She sucks a kiss at the top of Clarke’s neck. The pressure light, not enough to leave a mark, conscious of how that might reflect poorly on Clarke, professionally speaking. Half the station already thinks she’s a ditzy airhead (a false impression that Lexa did nothing to discourage, she acknowledges to herself with a tiny stab of guilt), and a visible hickey would only provide more fodder for snide gossip.

“Anya was in the room and I overcompensated. She’s too savvy not to be suspicious of me suddenly singing your praises.”

“Oh, yeah?” Clarke hoists an eyebrow as she leans back, out of range of Lexa’s roving mouth. “Been trash talking me to your producer?”

Lexa‘s throat bobs. “I… might have expressed some strong reservations about the new editorial direction.” For some reason her mouth keeps moving and words, the wrong ones, keep spilling forth, as though she isn’t actually someone who’s built a storied career on being an excellent communicator. “I’m just not convinced by the pivot from hard news to a magazine format, or that our two styles will successfully mesh.”

Her heart plummets as Clarke pulls away and starts to tuck in her blouse. “Well, you definitely won’t be meshing with me now.”

“Clarke, wait. Come on, can’t we talk—”

“No. You’re such an ass, Lexa. Beautiful, sexy beyond belief, but an ass all the same.” Clarke strides across the room, ignoring Lexa’s pleas, and lays her hand on the doorknob. Pauses to look over her shoulder, not fully able to mask the hurt and betrayal in her expression. “Let’s just do one another a favour and stay out of each other’s way, alright? And a word of warning: don’t try to get me fired. I will lawyer up and sue this station into oblivion.”

“I—”

Lexa stares at the empty doorway, bewildered at how a sizzling secret makeout session went so far off the rails so quickly, and left wondering how she can possibly repair the damage.

#clexaweek23 #Clexaweek23 day 6 #day 6 workplace romance #clexa moodboard #clexa #clexa au

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alotofpockets · 1 year

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Meeting the family | Hailee Steinfeld

Pairing: Hailee Steinfeld x Reader

Prompt: “Do you want to come to my mom’s birthday with me?"

masterlist | marvel masterlist | Words: 500

You were spending the night at your girlfriends place, she had ordered in your favorite meal, which you were currently enjoying together as you were watching a movie. Something about the way Hailee was acting was off, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly how she was asking though. She seemed to only be paying attention to the movie half of the time. She was also eating way slower than she usually did, like a significant amount. “Is everything okay, baby?” You ask her, putting one of your hands down on her leg as a form of comfort.

Hailee seems to snap out of her thoughts as she feels your hand meeting her leg. “Oh yeah, I’m okay.” You smile and kiss her cheek. “I’m glad everything is okay, but your mind seems to be somewhere else. What are you thinking about?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of months now, and it has been so incredibly amazing. You make me very happy, and I was wondering if you would maybe want to meet my family? I would really like for you to meet them and them meeting you too, but if you’re not ready yet, that is totally okay too.” Hailee shares. “Yes, I would love to meet them!”

“Really?” Hailee says in disbelieve. “Of course, silly. Your family is important to you, and I would love to meet them. I think we’re ready for the meeting the parents step in our relationship.” It made you very happy to know that Hailee was at the same level as you were in your relationship. Meeting the parents was a big deal, especially to someone who loves family as much as Hailee does.

“Do you want to come to my mom’s birthday with me? We were planning to go out for dinner, just my parents and Griffin.” You snuggle back into her side. “That sounds good. I’ll be there.”

Hailee sent a text to her family group chat, before putting her phone down to continue watching the movie with you.

Hailee: I would like for you all to meet y/n, can I bring her to mom’s birthday dinner?”

After the movie was over Hailee checked her phone to see if they had responded to her text.

Cheri: That would be an amazing birthday gift, sweetheart.

Peter: I can’t wait to meet her, darling. I’ll let the restaurant know we’ll be coming with an extra person.

Griffin: Awesome, I’m excited to meet the person you can’t seem to shut up about 😋 “I’m so excited for you to meet them.” Hailee says as she shows you the messages with a big smile on her face. “I am for meeting them too, love.” You were excited to take this next step with Hailee and couldn’t wait for her to meet your parents next. You could see yourself taking many more steps with Hailee in the future, your relationship had felt right from the beginning and even after just these couple month you were ready for more.

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A Light in the Darkness

Part 4

Annabelle grinned at Aziraphale. She looked him up and down before standing up and being pushed back down by Michael. Aziraphale pushed her away from Annabelle before looking Annabelle in the eyes. “What are you dear?” Aziraphale asked, glancing at her face quickly before drifting back to his chair.

“Hmm, what am I?” Annabelle sarcasm contemplated “I’m the asshole you had your angels drag from my band class, and the one they decided to shoot with arrows in front of 4 dozen middle school kids. That’s who!” Aziraphale glared at Annabelle before turning his attention to Michael and Uriel. “You and me should talk, Aziraphale. We need to bring our attention to the elephant in the god forsaken room. And without these idiots, if you wouldn’t mind.” Annabelle said, flicking a finger at the gasping angels as they tooken her words and her use of the lord's name.

“It's the Supreme Archangel to you brat!” Uriel said before having Aziraphale stiffen and forced her and Michael out. Annabelle smirked at the angels as they left furious.

“Dear I understand that you might be scared and all but please remain calm and explain to me what you were doing with a miracle in a public place. And if you wouldn’t mind maybe stating your name.” Aziraphale sat at his chair and waited for Annabelle to sit but she just stood there frowning as she stared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, she climbed in the chair, but stood up in the chair and sat on the back of the chair instead. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as he thought of someone that he once knew that would have copied the child.

“Annabelle, my name is Annabelle Griffin. Happy?”

“Most certainly, my dear.”

“Now for the problem and the solution I'm guessing?”

“What problem……” Aziraphale dragged on the silence as he searched through the catalogs of angels. Not finding a single Annabelle Griffin or even an angel that looks like the child sitting in front of him. “You aren't in my files dear. Are you even an angel?”

“Yes and no……I guess but really I don’t really know how to explain it other than just showing you, but not here.” Annabelle jumped off the chair and pulled the hairs out of the way of her tinted glass. She didn’t even realize them until now knowing that her identity was still safe towards Aziraphale, but those angels knew what her eyes looked like. That will come back to bite her in the ass but for now there is no need to worry when she still has to worry about what she might do next.

“Aziraphale we need to leave now. Or I won't make it back to earth alive with Metatron around. We need to get to your bookshop now. Aziraphale we have to go!” Annabelle pleaded from the door of Aziraphale’s office.

“Oh dear, I can’t just leave. I have duties to uphold here and I..I can’t go back there is someone I don’t think wants to see me ever again.” Aziraphale looked down at his shoes before standing up and walking towards Annabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder and directing her to the chair.

“I’M GOING TO DIE YOU IDIOT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, SO GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET US BACK TO EARTH!!” Annabelle yelled at his face. “You can’t sit around when the world is going to end over me, and you and a friend of mine are the only ones that can help me stop it. And this friend happens to be in Soho, London so let’s go before the world turns to goo!” Annabelle waved her hands around, gesturing to Aziraphale that the world is going to end but all he did was stare at her. Almost like he was trying to look through her tinted glasses to her eyes. “AZIRAPHALE!!” Annabelle yelled to get his attention.

“Dear I really can’t, I have to stay here.” Aziraphale said again, trying to make a point but getting nowhere.

“Just come for a bit, okay? And at least meet my friend and then I can show you what you really do need to see.”

“(sigh) Okay dear, I will come but only to meet your friend and for you to show me this important thing of yours, okay?” Aziraphale said not knowing what he was getting himself into.

“Great!” Annabelle said as she gripped his wrist and walked him out of his office and towards the elevator to Earth. She grinned as passing a couple of angels before entering the elevator with Aziraphale and pressing the Earth button. The elevator rang and the floor began to move down. Once they reached Earth the door rang and the two of them popped out in Soho, London right across from the bookshop. Annabelle grinned even more when she saw the Bentley parked outside and movement within it.

Part 5 coming soon.....

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School Of Rock

Orpheus & Sister!Reader, Dream of the Endless & Daughter!Reader + a bit of dream x reader

Summary: "YEAH!" he makes an sheesh face, "THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!" "ORPHEUS QUICK, DREAM'S COMING." "SHIT," he grabs his sister and the guitar, "SCRAM!" "SHIT!" "NO, DON'T SAY THAT!"

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: a smidge of mom!reader x dream, literal baby girl!reader, angsty teen!orpheus, dad's not here so let's go wild 😎 -orpheus, babysitter!matthew, being emo is genetic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I am currently mourning (update: eternally) orpheus because i finished book 7 and now i dont know what to do with my life. I had an ask for this, and honestly, i regret answering like that cos idk if that nonnie will ever see this T_T COME BACK NONNIE Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"That went well!" I grinned as I turned to Dream, who was vibrating in anger as he watched the 'impudent' boy storm off. He turns over to me with a shocked and hardened expression. He growls, "my son just threatened to curse you. I do not take that lightly." I furrow my brows as I chuckle and pull Dream in for a hug, "nah. That was a bluff. He likes me," I sigh through a smile, "he held back his laughter to my jokey-jokes a couple times." Dream stiffens as my arms go around him. He looks and thinks there was a foolishness to this optimism; it was borderline denial. Still, he says nothing and returns the embrace.

"Who goes there?"

He tilts his head up to the three gatekeepers, "Orpheus," he flares his arms out, making the fringes on the sleeves of his leather jacket wobble with the air, "prince of the Dreaming."

Wyvern brings its face close to the figure clad in black, looking at him for a good few seconds, and finally recognizes him. "So it is. Apologies, your grace. We did not recognize you because of your attire."

Orpheus pushes his shades down and tilts his black cordobes hat back. His distressed black eyeliner made his blue eyes appear even bluer. His black painted lips curve into a grin, "no harm done."

"I must inform you that we were instructed by our master to disallow your entrance if you are to be hostile with the princess child; as she is currently here in the Dreaming," Griffin speaks.

"What?"

"Do you swear that there shall be no hostility toward your half sister from you?" Hippogriff questions.

Orpheus chuckles dryly and clenches his jaw.

The three gatekeepers ask at once, "do you swear it?"

He sucks in a deep breath then pulls a smile, "I swear to the gods of Olympus, and on my mother, Calliope, I will not be hostile to the girl."

Needless to say, Orpheus was grumbling the whole time he walked down the halls of the Dreaming. His eyes twitched when he heard an echo of girlish giggles from the throne room.

He huffs through his nostrils and crosses his arms when he sees a raven flying low around the room and a little girl chasing after it with an open mouthed smile.

Both creatures freeze when the bard barks out the girl's name viciously.

She squeaks and comes to an abrupt halt, falling on her hands and knees because of this. Her keeper, Matthew the Raven, swoops down next to her in concern. Undeterred, she ignores Matthew and looks to her approaching figure with wide eyes.

"Where is father?" Orpheus asks.

Matthew answers, "he's out doing some errands."

He raises a brow, "and her mother?"

The black bird raises a wing, "I would assume she is the errand."

Orpheus chokes on his spit and begins to cough violently.

"I'm taking care of her for the meantime."

He heaves as he attempts to level himself. He scoffs and points, "you?" He walks over to the child, "insanely irresponsible to leave a child to a bird, isn't it?"

"Hey! I'm a great babysitter," Matthew argues, "and between me and the Pumpkin, I'm wayyyyy better."

Orpheus watches the girl push herself up and look up at him with wary eyes. He notices the way she flinches back and how her hands fidget, and somehow the reaction makes his chest tighten. How... dare she?! His emotions bubble into anger. He imposes upon the tiny thing and leans forward, hands, with painted glittery red polish, coming to his knees. He pushes his shades down and raises a thick brow, "what's wrong, little girl? Scared?"

The girl takes a look at his darkened eyes, and Orpheus is certain she's about to cry.

Yet, instead, he, himself, flinches when the girl breaks into a squeal and jumps into him. Orpheus pulls back in surprise, but she still manages to dart her arms out to his shoulders and very nearly choke him in an embrace.

His hand comes to the girl's back, intent on exaggerating injury for effect and pry her off. But then she rubs her face into his shoulder and shrieks, "Orphy!" She mutters sweetly against him, "missed you."

He glares at Matthew when he coos at the manipulative toddler's words.

Against himself, the hand which meant to yank her away rubs her back gently. He feels a blush creep on his face as he slowly pulls away from the seemingly unwilling child. He adjusts his glasses as he straightens up and looks down upon the beaming little sister he regretfully has and clears his throat, "whatever. I don't care."

Matthew chuckles at that, making Orpheus snap at him, "beat it, bird."

"Hell no," the bird croaks, "I'm her babysitter. My eyes will be on her the entire time, which means now, they'll be on you too."

Orpheus rolls his eyes, "ugly."

If Matthew had eyebrows, he'd raise one of them for the emo child's random insult.

The series of events that play out after was, in Orpheus' eyes, truly indicative of the conniving nature of the girl. Somehow, she managed to make Orpheus allow her to not only redo his makeup (as in wash it off and do it all over again), place stickers on his bare arms (he removed his jacket and was left in his makeshift muscle tee) and put clips and ribbons all over his hair (he may go bald now), but she also made him cook for her (and Matthew) and steal his confiscated electric guitar from the vault (all her idea)! The fact her parents were blind to her evil was astounding.

Orpheus was even encouraged by the raven to continue with the shenanigans, so if anything, it was clear that even Matthew was unsafe to her mind games.

Right now, he had his mint blue guitar plugged to some effects pedals and an amp, and he was intent of blowing the brains of this kid off with his sick guitar riffs.

Unfortunately for the Master of Riffs™, she was most impressed by his rendition of Ba Ba Blacksheep, and not even a rock version with cool distortions and wah effects, just... just babablacksheep.

Matthew croaked in approval as the girl clapped her hands after Orpheus finished singing.

Ever the rock star, the guitarist pushes his instrument back and bows, a few plastic clips falling to the ground as casualty. At the ready, the girl darts up from the floor she was sat and grabs the clips, raising her hands up to put it back on her beloved brother's hair.

Orpheus instinctively gets down on his knees and lowers his head to her. Matthew so very much wanted to tease him in this moment, but he didn't want him to suddenly snap at him and her because of it.

She shakily, as toddlers do, clipped the pink gel accessory back in his dark hair. Orpheus has to readjust it so that it wouldn't fall off. He smirks, his cheeks covered in way too much red power blush and his lips overlined with sparkly lip gloss (he has no idea why this child has makeup to begin with), "thanks kid."

Said kid, eyes lined with matte liner, cheeks drawn with crooked hearts (what? If she can put makeup on him, he could put makeup on her), exclaims, "think yew!"

Orpheus laughs. But then he catches himself when Matthew joins in, so his face falls.

He clears his throat and shifts onto his butt, removing the guitar strap form his body, "c'mere, let me teach you how to play Ba Ba."

"BA BA BLACK SHEEP?!" she excitedly jumps to his lap.

He grunts at the impact but only adjusts her on his thigh and places the electric guitar on her.

She excitedly grabs onto the neck of the instrument and begins to strum with her little fingers.

"Ouch," she gasp, pulling her hand back at the unforeseen snip her soft finger received from the sharp steel strings.

"Shit," Orpheus mutters, taking her hands and inspecting it before handing her the pick in his hand, "here." He places the pick between her fingers and guides her arm into a slow strumming motion.

The girl's jaw drops at the sound she was able to produce. She looks back at her brother and lights up, stars in her baby girl eyes.

Orpheus chuckles instinctively, "yoooo, you did that! Gnarly bruh."

"NARY!" she squeals and makes sudden attempts to stand from his lap.

" 'M ORPHY!" she calls, just as Orphy leans in and adjusts the straps on her, so that she could carry the guitar easier.

Orpheus' stomach drops as the girl struggles to her feet, but with a little help, she gets up and slowly turns to him, smiling from ear to ear as the guitar slowly slipped from her grip.

Once she had a better grasp on the electric instrument, she slowly walks to the pedal board and steps on one of the knobs, just as she saw her older sibling do. The thing was, she was too light to actually turn on the effect, and so Orpheus presses down on it to enable it.

She begins to sing Ba Ba Black Sheep in a high key, and skids the plastic magenta pick back and forth over the pickup. With one hand pressed firmly on the neck, she effectively mutes out most of the sounds she would have produced, and yet, it could not be denied that her performance was stellar.

Orpheus thinks it must run in the family (she gets it from him).

"BRAVA!" Matthew calls from the side, making her turn to him and smile bright.

The way she looks at the raven in delight makes Orpheus scowl at him. This was why he shifted on his knees and clapped his hands, cheering much louder, "BRAVISSIMA!"

Matthew flutters upward, "STUPENDA!"

Orpheus turns to the bird as he flies over the girl, making her squeal in glee. Drats... his Italian was stunted.

So, he rains her with Greek compliments, but she was too busy watching the bird fly around to notice.

Stupid bird.

By the time they're caught, Orpheus had successfully and impressively taught her how to do a C chord, as well as an Em chord. Baby girl tried her best to shift between them to actually play a progression, but her little fingers could barely hang on, so in the end, Orpheus magicked the chords (sat behind her and did the chords himself) as the girl did her darndest to strum, and she gratefully giggled as the two doting on her cheered for her performance.

It was Dream that caught the children playing together. Well, in truth, they weren't really caught, because he knew everything that was going around in his realm. He had felt a disturbance from within the vault and knew it was his son stealing his confiscated object (confiscated precisely because he was nasty to his sister once before) even though he was preoccupied. But since he had better things to do, he let it slide.

Dream took me by the hand and lead me quietly down the hall, intent on showing me something. I was really nervous to see what it was, considering the fact he kept rubbing my knuckles and muttered I should try not to react too much.

Needless to say, I had to bite him on his shoulder to shut myself up.

Dream broke into a smile as he felt me wrap my arms around him from behind. He brushes my arms gently and turns to me from over his shoulder, "they've been together ever since Orpheus arrived. He has been teaching her to play his instrument"

I muffle my mewl and feel my bottom lip quiver at the sight of my beaming little girl, giggling with her older brother.

Dream looks back at them and whispers, "shall we join them?"

"No!" I mutter quickly, "let them-" I choke on my words as I feel myself begin to sob, "let them have their moment."

"WOW KID!" Matthew coos, "YOU'RE PROBABLY THE BEST GUITARIST IN THE WORLD!"

Orpheus eyes him for that, knowing he was trying to egg him on, but then he melts when the girl giggles. He cannot contain the gasp that leaves him when he hears her say, "I fink Orphy iz- his GREATEST!"

The raven laughs, "hear that?" He turns to tease him, "she th-- ... ... are you crying?"

"NO! THERE'S SAND IN MY EYE-" sniffle- "M-MY DAD'S A JERK!"

Dream makes a hmp sound and feels me laugh against him before I start crying even harder.

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #morpheus fluff #dream fanfic #dad!dream of the endless #dad!dream #papa bear!dream #dream & reader #dream & child!reader #dream of the endless x reader #orpheus & sister!reader #orpheus #the sandman x reader #orpheus fluff #morpheus x reader

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scmg11 · 1 year

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

IT’S A FULL MOON KINDA NIGHT

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! I know, I know I disappeared again, but I had been busy with college, ugh!

Anyway, here I am, back with another fluffy chapter! And since I trying to make amends with everyone of you guys, another chapter is ready to be posted!

Enjoy!

Sending so so much love to everyone ❤️

Summary: Y/N and her friends are in L.A. for a small trip and a random encounter with a "stranger" will make Y/N's trip so much more interesting.

Warnings: just fluff.

Word count: 6395 words.

It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles, people walking around the beach, talking, laughing, running, just having a good time and so were Y/N and her friends.

"Why is it so hot?!" Y/N exclaimed as she leaned on a light pole that had a bit of shadow to shield away from the scorching hot sun and fanned herself with her hand.

"Because it’s summer idiot."

"We too have summer and it’s not this hot jerk."

"I know." Nick, Y/N’s best friend chuckled at the harsh response and the small slap on the shoulder Y/N sent his way and patted her a bit dump from sweat shoulder, "I was joking. You forgot how to joke under this hot sun?"

"Oh, ha ha very funny." Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him a bit more before thanking Stella, who handed her a bottle of fresh water.

"Y/N’s right, it’s very hot, I’m sweating where I didn’t know I could sweat." Marc butted in, sipping on his own bottle of water as he looked around the packed street.

"Thank you!" Y/N gestured in appreciation at his friend and bumped his fist enthusiastically before they got interrupted by Y/N’s phone ringing, "oh it’s my mom. I’m gonna be right back."

"Okay, we’re just gonna sit there to grab something to eat." Kate announced to Y/N and nodded towards a small café not too far from them.

"Alright, you know what I usually order." Y/N nodded before answering the call, hearing her other best friend nod before starting her walk towards the café, yelling a ‘coming right up’ over her shoulder making Y/N chuckle amusedly, "hello?"

"It‘a been too long since we’ve had one of our sister-brother hangouts."

"Yeah, we’ve been both busy these past weeks."

"It’s nice." Hailee sighed contentedly with her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, her head directed up to the sun to let its rays warm her skin up and to invade her body with a familiar sense of comfort.

"Yeah." Griffin agreed with a bright grin and a small sigh himself as her slid his arm around his sister’s shoulders to side hug her softly, "it’s been too long since we’ve took a walk around here."

"Yeah! Remember that time when you tried to impress a girl with your non-existent skateboard skills and fell on the ground right in front of her feet?"

"Ugh, of course you brought up that."

"How could I not? It was hilarious."

"Y’know what? I’m leaving you here. Forget about our brother-sister hangouts." Griffin went to walk away but Hailee stopped him with her hands grasping his left bicep as loud giggles left her lips.

"No, no! I was kidding." Hailee’s laugh subsided a little as she flushed her body on Griffin’s one, clinging on his arm to prevent him from walking away and leaning her head on his shoulder, "well I wasn’t when I was talking about how hilarious it was, but-" Hailee trailed off to pull on Griffin’s bicep when he tried to escape her sister’s grip again before continuing, "I won’t bring it up again, today."

Griffin rolled his eyes at her sister’s antics but smiled nonetheless at their playful banter, "you better."

"Hey, do you want something to drink?" Hailee asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence when she noticed a food truck with a few people in line not too far from them.

"Ugh yes! It’s on me, do you want anything to eat too?"

"Not now, thanks." Hailee smiled at her brother and shook her head gingerly, "I’m saving up space for our traditional spot."

"Ah yes!" Griffin snapped his fingers in realization with a big smile on his lips before he lifted his hand up and high-fived Hailee enthusiastically, "our favorite diner since we were teens."

"You know it!" Hailee giggled cutely as she watched her brother stand in line, thanking him when her returned with their drinks and accepted it with a grateful smile.

"Hey Griff!" Griffin was about to say something to Hailee when a voice calling him from behind Hailee stopped him, causing both of them to turn around to locate the source of the sound. They found a group of guys waving at the tall boy enthusiastically, making him laugh gently under his breath.

"Do you mind? I’ll be quick."

"Yeah sure, go ahead, I’ll stay here." Hailee grinned at her brother in approval and watched him leave after telling her quick ‘thank you’. As the singer started her short walk to go stand under a palm tree a few feet away from her, her phone dinged loudly in her pocket. She retrieved it and looked at the notification she just got, a cute picture of Martini her mother sent her, and was ready to reply to her when she collided forcefully on a body, the hash impact and her being distracted made her drink spill all over the person’s clothes. "Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going."

"Oh shit!" Y/N turned around at the impact as wild shivers invaded her body at the cold sensation when a drink drenched her shirt, successfully cooling her down from the hot weather, before almost fainting right then and there when she noticed who just bumped into her, "oh shit."

"I’m so sorry. I was looking at my phone and I wasn’t watching where I was going and I didn’t see you and-"

Y/N got out of her reverie when the brunette started rambling again and shook her head to focus, "hey, no it’s fine. Don’t wo-"

"Oh no, it’s staining your shirt!"

Y/N looked down at the big stain starting to get visible on her white t-shirt, but laughed it off. "Don’t worry, it’s totally fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Y/N smiled warmly at the brunette and nodded gingerly, "I totally needed something to cool off from this scorching hot, sunny day."

"But I ruined your shirt."

"Ah, don’t worry. It wasn’t my favorite one." Y/N waved Hailee off with a laugh and put the phone away in her pocket.

"I’m Hailee."

"Y/N." They shook hands as they smiled at the other. "Oh shit, you don’t have your drink anymore. Here, let me buy you a new one." Y/N gestured towards the same food truck Griffin bought their drinks but Hailee promptly shook her head.

"Are you serious? I spilled my drink on your shirt and you want to buy me another one?"

"Yeah?"

Hailee chuckled at the confused look on Y/N’s face and shook her head gently, making Y/N’s head swoon at the heavenly sound coming out of the brunette’s mouth stretched over a beautiful smile, "I should be the one buying you a drink and a new shirt!"

"You don’t need to do that! It’s fine."

"It’s the least I can do." Hailee insisted with her eyes showing her regret for her clumsily bumping into Y/N’s body and spilling all of her drink onto her and her shirt, "please?"

"Ugh, fine. But only a drink. I don’t want you to buy me a shirt for an accident." Hailee smiled in gratitude at her girl an nodded, "has anyone ever told you you can trick anyone into doing anything with just a look?" Y/N asked in a sarcastic tone as they walked over the food truck and waited their turn.

"Yes, actually. I use it all the time with my brother."

"Yeah." Y/N clapped her hands together and shook her head softly side to side, "do not do that again. It’s terribly cute."

Hailee felt her cheeks starting to burn slightly at the compliment but covered it up with a gentle laugh, "I hope I didn’t interrupt an important call or something before."

"Oh no, don’t worry. It was my mom and I was done anyway."

"Oh thank God! She won’t think someone attacked you or something."

"Oh that would’ve been hilarious to explain." The two shared a laugh before grabbing the drinks they ordered and walked back to the spot Hailee bumped into Y/N.

"Sorry if I am overstepping but, I can hear you are not from here." Hailee started gently, hearing a bit of an accent slipping a few times from Y/N.

"Because I’m not. I’m from Spain. I’m here on vacation with my friends." Y/N explained with a small laugh after taking a sip of her fresh drink.

"Oh wow! That’s so cool!"

The two talked a bit about Y/N’s trip, Hailee recommending a few places to visit since she was from LA before Y/N got a call from her friends asking her whereabouts, causing them to reluctantly putting an end to their surprisingly comfortable conversation. They shared a quick hug before saying goodbye, "well, it was fun! See ya around Steinfeld!" Y/N threw over her shoulder before winking, chuckling at the singer’s mouth opening in shock.

"Hey, you know who I am?" Hailee asked as she watched the girl walk away from her.

"Who doesn’t?" Y/N replied mysteriously with another chuckle and a small shrug of her shoulder before winking again, turning back around and walking away, leaving a bit flustered Hailee to stare at her retrieving figure.

After a few days of walking around and visiting the city, Y/N and her friends decided to spend the day at the beach, enjoying the sun and the ocean as they relaxed on the sand or in the water. They walked a bit to find a perfect spot isolated from loud people and got everything ready, "you guys! Ha ha always so fucking mature!" Y/N pushed her wet hair out of her face as she stared her friends down laughing their assess off after lifting her up from her laying position on the sand and carrying her in the water, before throwing her in and following right after. They spent about 10 minutes splashing each other or playing around in the water before Y/N decided to go back and sunbathe a bit, humming in appreciation when the rays of the bright sun warmed her in an instant, tingling her skin in a comfortable, delicate way that brought her a peaceful calmness. Y/N’s tranquility and quietness was interrupted about 4 minutes later when she felt something hit the side of her face followed by a loud sniffling then by a wet sensation on her cheek, "what the fuck?"

Y/N immediately jolted up and searched hastily what attacked her but as soon as her eyes settled on the source of disturbance, her body immediately relaxed as a loud ‘aw’ left her mouth, "Martini no!"

Y/N lifted her head up and focused her attention at the figure running towards her and smirked in amusement up at the approaching brunette, while scratching behind the dog’s ears, wagging her tail in excitement. "Are you stalking me Steinfeld?"

"Y/N!"

"Hey." The Y/H/C girl smiled brightly at the singer and nodded in her direction, "so?"

Hailee lifted her eyebrow up in confusion at the question before remembering the girl’s previous words and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, totally not blushing at the amused but totally enticing face Y/N had on and at the implications behind her question, "oh yeah totally!" Hailee replied in a sarcastic tone and crouched down beside Y/N to scold her dog, "Martini I told you to stay by my side!"

Y/N chuckled when Hailee’s dog ignored her completely and kept licking Y/N’s hand instead, "she’s so cute." Y/N giggled when Martini nipped gently on her fingers before pushing her tiny head into her palm to prompt her to keep scratching behind her ears, "do you like it baby?"

Hailee’s heart melted at the cute baby voice Y/N used with her dog and found herself smiling dumbly at her as she stared fondly at the- stranger? Acquaintance? Person she randomly met because she spilled her drink on her shirt? "She likes you."

"Well duh, who doesn’t?" Y/N quipped as she threw her wet hair across her shoulder with her free hand, eliciting a loud laugh from the singer, who pushed softly on her shoulder jokingly.

"I’m ignoring that purposefully. She is not so friendly with people she doesn’t know. It takes a while to warm up to people." Hailee pointed out as she sat down on Y/N’s towel to stop the pain starting to form into her legs from the uncomfortable crouching position.

"Oh well, it must be because I love her already, isn’t that right Teenie? Yes it is. Oh stop!" Y/N lifted Martini up with both of her hands and brought her closer to her face, making the dog starting to lick her nose excitedly.

Hailee’s smiled grew fonder as she witnessed the scene unfolding in front of her, her heart swelling at the nickname Y/N used, but snapped out of it a few seconds as she felt warmth form into her chest, "what are you doing here?"

"Well, I don’t know where you’re from, but where I come from when you go to the beach you go to swim, sunbathe, surf, y’know normal stuff." Y/N teased in a snarky tone and with a cheeky grin, causing Hailee to roll her eyes as she shoved a chuckling Y/N once again.

"Always that funny?"

"Yeah, it’s one of my best qualities." Y/N countered back nonchalantly as she winked at the singer, totally missing the small blush dusting over her cheeks as she was busy playing with Martini on her lap.

"Anyway, I meant here as in this deserted part of the beach. People don’t usually come here to swim."

"We wanted to enjoy the beach in a quiet, not crowded spot. So we walked a few miles and arrived here. Do you come here often?"

"Yeah, I live close by. I usually come here with Teenie to be alone for a while, enjoy the sound of the ocean and the peace surrounding me."

"You found a special spot. I feel oddly at peace here. We were going to walk a bit more further but I stopped my friends here. I felt a sense of calmness invading me, like a warm hug comforting me after a stressful day, making all my problems wash away in a blink of an eye."

Hailee shivered visibly at how accurate Y/N’s description was to what she also felt and nodded softly with a gentle hum. They didn’t say anything else, just soaked under the warm sun, with Martini now resting between them as both caressed each of her ear and looking at the sea in front of them.

"We seriously need to stop meeting each other at random spots." Y/N looked up from her book at the familiar voice and smiled warmly up at the girl standing in front of her, her stomach flipping over itself at the ethereal beauty that was Hailee dressed with a pair of ripped jeans, black t-shirt, her face makeup free, a pair of sunglasses perched on the top of her head and her brown hair flowing perfectly on her shoulders.

"Like I said a few days ago, you are the one stalking me." Y/N chuckled gently under her breath and shook her head, "wanna sit?"

Hailee smiled warmly at Y/N and took a seat in front of her, "where are your friends?"

"We went to a club last night. They are still sleeping their drunken asses off." Y/N chuckled amusedly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"And you didn’t?" Hailee giggled softly as she eyed Y/N close her book and putting it aside.

"Nah. I usually have just a couple of drinks and then stop. Just to have your head slightly unfocused but still sober enough to be in charge of your body and actions." Y/N shrugged as she called a waiter over for Hailee to order something. Hailee grinned in appreciation at the girl before giving her order to the waiter, then focusing her attention back on the Y/H/C beauty.

"Yeah, same. I enjoy drinking but why getting drunk and make a fool out of yourself so your friends could tease you forever?"

"Exactly. I already do that when I’m sober. I prefer keeping it that way. I don’t need being taunted for my drunk self too." Hailee laughed heartily at the joke and for a moment her head reeled out of control at how comfortable she felt with a girl she only bumped into 3 times in the span of less than 10 days, but she got pulled out when warmth invaded her chest when the girl giggled alongside her and decided she wasn’t minding it not even a bit.

"How long are you staying here?"

"Well, our vacation technically ends in 4 days." Hailee felt her heart drop at the information, not wanting the girl to go back home, but forced her stupid wishful self to stop, putting a blank face on. We live in the twenty-first century you idiot, phones exist so you can keep in touch with everyone all around the world whenever you want. "But I’m staying a bit longer."

Hailee perched up at that information and slapped herself for getting so overexcited, "oh, why?"

"Because I’m taking my master’s degree here in LA. I’m starting in a few months but I’m moving here earlier to settle in."

"That’s great!" Hailee smiled enthusiastically at Y/N and asked more about her master’s degree as they sipped coffee peacefully.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Y/N asked for a while, the sun was now shining bright since it was around 10 a.m. and it glazed over Hailee’s features in a heavenly and unfocusing way that Y/N felt the need to distract herself with something else like a walk because she didn’t know what could come out of her mouth if she kept looking at the breathtaking sight that was Hailee Steinfeld.

"Sure!" Hailee grinned warmly at Y/N at her question and started to collect her things to sit up and go pay for their order but Y/N stopped her with a hand on her own - the singer was totally unaffected by the gesture if the butterflies flying around in her stomach and her head spinning out of control are anything to go by - and shook her head gently with a soft smile, "you didn’t!"

"I did, when you went to the bathroom." Y/N replied sheepishly and dodged the hand Hailee swatted at her shoulder with a small chuckle.

"Y/N!"

"Oh c’mon! It was on me!"

Hailee huffed out childishly and rolled her eyes fondly, "okay, but next time, I’m paying."

"Deal." Hailee then slapped herself mentally for getting excited once again at the promise of meeting again for coffee with Y/N. "Shall we go, miss Steinfeld?"

Hailee giggled at Y/N sitting up and stretching her arm over for her to take and help her up from her chair, doing just that a moment later and boldly decided to entwine their arms together as they left the bar and started walking down the street. "So when we first met-"

"When you drenched me with your drink?"

Hailee slapped Y/N shoulder gently at her sarcastic tone and heard her giggle, "I told you it was an accident and I was sorry! Anyway, when we first met, you knew it was me?"

"Yeah. I mean, I may live on the other side of the world, but I don’t live under a rock. I am actually a big fan of yours- well not a crazy one but I like your music and watched pretty much everything you did. You are incredibly talented." Hailee noticed a faint blush unfolding upon Y/N’s cheeks and her heart just about melted at the girl’s admission, "you are also a big inspiration to me, a few life choices I made were thanks to you and your inspirational self. I’m always catching up with every movie or tv show you do because you acting is mind-blowing, you actually- nope- nevermind."

Hailee’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and curiosity now that Y/N’s face was burning red and she tried to squirm away from her grasp, but the singer tightened her arm around Y/N’s one and locked eyes with her, stopping altogether their walk and standing in the middle of the deserted beach, "now I want to know what you were saying."

"Nope, I got carried away and almost revealed an embarrassing thing."

"Okay, now I definitely want to know." Hailee stared Y/N down but the girl wasn’t relenting despite her face becoming beet red in mere instants, "please?"

"No! You would think I’m a creep or totally not cool."

"That would be impossible. I already think you are not cool." Hailee joked and laughed heartily when Y/N gasped indignantly with a hand on her chest and tried to push Hailee away from her, "sorry, sorry! I was kidding. C’mon! Tell me! I promise I won’t judge you." Y/N stared into Hailee’s eyes, now shining brightly with the sun reflecting through them, making her detect every shade into them, while her brown hair flowed perfectly with the wind blowing gently into them, causing Y/N’s brain to short-circuit at how ethereal she looked in that moment. She sighed out loud when she knew there was no escaping now.

"You are actually my lock screen."

Hailee gasped excitedly at the new information as she let her stomach flip over itself at the information, "really? I wanna see!"

"Are you out of your mind?! No! I already shared something I thought I would never tell you."

"Please, I want to see which picture you chose and if I look good in it."

"Hailee. Are you fucking serious right now?" Y/N asked incredulously and when the singer looked like she didn’t know what she meant with that she shook her head fondly, "you are beautiful Hailee. In every single picture you take."

Hailee had to actually make sure her feet were still planted on the ground after that truthful statement as her stupid mind reeled and her heart almost jumped out of her chest, "I- thank you." Hailee leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder and enjoyed the small embrace a few seconds before lifting her head back up and meeting Y/N’s eyes, "show me that picture please! Now I’m curious."

"No!"

"At least tell me a few details."

"It was during the F1 Miami Grand Prix."

Hailee thought about the event taking place a few months prior and recalled the few outfits she wore during those days, "which day?"

"The first one, I think." Y/N wasn’t meeting Hailee’s eyes as she played with the sand with her feet. Since they both stopped walking and were just standing on a deserted part of the beach, Hailee fetched a towel from her purse and laid it on the ground for them to sit on, both sitting cross-legged across each other.

"Oh I got it now!" Hailee recalled her pink outfit she wore the first day she arrived in Miami and smiled brightly at Y/N, "I liked that outfit."

"Yeah, pink suits you." Y/N admitted before she could even process it and Hailee giggled when she saw the girl widen her eyes and clamp her mouth shut, "can we change subject please?"

"Okay-" Y/N sighed in relief but her breath got stuck in her throat when Hailee continued, "if you show me what picture we’re talking about."

Y/N rolled her eyes at singer’s cheeky smirk and pulled her phone out of her pocket, "blackmailing me, how petty of you."

Y/N handed Hailee her phone still blocked and closed her eyes in anticipation not wanting to watch Hailee’s reaction but opening them right after because she totally wanted to see her reaction. The singer tapped on the black screen and watched as it light up and showed her the picture of her holding a beer and smiling to the side on the lock screen. "I remember this picture. Why this one?"

"Because-" Y/N sighed out loud and shook her head, "I don’t know, there is something in this picture that just screams perfect. It’s hard to explain but you can clearly see how happy you were, having a good time with your brother. Your eyes are glowing and your smile can literally outshine the sun."

"Wow. And here I thought you chose it for my boobs on display." Hailee cracked a joke to divert the attention to her heart almost beating out of her chest at the truthful, loving words spoken by the Y/E/C girl and watched as the Y/H/C girl widened her eyes in shock and her jaw dropped open at her crass words.

"Hailee!" Y/N swapped the singer’s shoulder as her blush came back in full force, causing her to cover her face with her hands as she groaned out loud into them.

"What?! You can’t tell me people didn’t notice it."

And Y/N couldn’t find in herself the words to counter that statement back because she was only human and she in fact noticed it, or her abs for that matter. But let’s not focus on that. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked in confusion when she heard a few snapping sounds and removed her hands from her face to watch the singer taking a few selfies with her phone.

"I’m giving you your next lock screen." Hailee replied nonchalantly as she kept taking a few more pictures with her phone.

"Are you kidding me?" Y/N was sure she was ready to faint and she almost literally did when Hailee looked seductively into the camera and snapped a picture, before making a silly face and taking another one. If this is a dream, holy shit don’t wake me up.

"C’mere. Let’s take a few ones together." And Y/N let Hailee pull her towards her and tried to keep at bay the shivers that formed when her back collided with the singer’s front before grinning at the camera.

After about 15 minutes Y/N got a call from their friends and the two of them reluctantly sat up to walk back, Hailee to her car and Y/N towards the hotel she was staying in, but they were both happy to discover that they had to go in the same direction, so they spent the 15 minutes walk back in a comfortable silence, wrapped around their bubble and clinging on the other’s entwined arm gently for more closure. "Wait, give me your phone, unlocked please."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at the request but obliged nonetheless as she handed Hailee her device and watched as she typed something in a few seconds before hearing a beeping sound coming from her purse, "if you texted my friends something embarrassing, that’s very childish of you miss Steinfeld."

Hailee chuckled gently and handed Y/N her phone back, before grabbing her own and typing something away before smiling brightly at Y/N when Y/N’s device dinged in her hand, causing the girl to look at her in confusion before her jaw slacked open as she noticed the notification she just received. "You just texted me."

"Yeah, so I don’t have to pretend I’m not stalking you." Hailee joked with a small laugh and watched as Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and smiled sheepishly at her. "I need to go now, but I was thinking, Friday is a full moon. I always go to the beach and stay there to relax and enjoy it. You in?" Hailee asked shyly as she tried to not look away from Y/N’s eyes while a blush started to burn on her cheeks.

"Of course! Who wouldn’t?!" Hailee’s heart rate fluttered at the genuine enthusiasm on Y/N’s features and smiled gently at her before the two hugged briefly and parted ways with their stomaches going crazy at the prospect of meeting again in a few days.

Y/N/N 💕:

I am finally settled in my new home!

Pop Star ❤️:

Yay!

Pop Star ❤️:

This needs a celebration!

Pop Star ❤️:

Tex me the address.

Y/N/N 💕:

*insert address*.

Pop Star ❤️:

I’m on my way.

Y/N/N 💕:

Here?

Pop Star ❤️:

No, I’m on my way to Paris,

dumbass.

Pop Star ❤️:

Of course I’m on my way

to your house!

Y/N/N 💕:

Keep being so rude and

I’m fucking leaving you

outside.

Pop Star ❤️:

Love you too ray of

sunshine ❤️.

"Academy award nominee, multi-platinum singer Hailee Steinfeld picking me up after my classes. You are definitely making me the most popular girl in class now." Y/N noticed a few bewildered looks as they drove away and chuckled amusedly before focusing her attention on Hailee, now sporting a blonde shade to her brunette hair, making her ten times more beautiful and hot in Y/N’s opinion, but Y/N disregarded those thoughts again as soon as they resurfaced into her brain and smiled at Hailee before laying a peck on her cheek, "hi."

"Someone is in an happy mood." Hailee chuckled softly as she covered up the blush Y/N’s gesture elicited with her hair flowing down her face and staring straight ahead to focus on the road.

"I don’t have classes for the rest of the week, I already finished studying right before you picked me up and tonight’s is a full moon, which means I get to spend quality time with my favorite one." Hailee’s smile grew ten sizes at the words only for it to drop as her jaw slacked at Y/N continuing her sentence, "Martini."

"Okay! I’m leaving you here. Get out." Hailee stopped at a red light and signaled Y/N to exit her car but the girl merely laughed and leaned over the car’s console to peck the singer’s cheek repeatedly, causing Hailee’s stomach to implode at the affectionate gesture.

"I was kidding! Well not completely. I’m excited to see Martini, but I can’t wait to spend the rest of the day and tomorrow with you."

"Y’know I’ve always felt so connected with the moon." Y/N spoke up after a few minutes of silence, her gaze still locked on the moon in the sky as she let the calming sound of the ocean wrap around the two of them peacefully. They were laying down on a towel, a big, fluffy blanked on top of them to warm them from the wind blowing steadily as they soaked in the peacefulness of the night.

Hailee turned her head a bit to Y/N and admired her perfect profile for a couple of seconds before asking in a quiet tone, "why?"

Y/N turned her head towards Hailee and met her eyes, "because it can connect with anyone like someone across the world is staring at the same moon in this moment. And also because it’s a loyal companion of the earth. It’s always there, it never leaves. It helps a lot of people during hard time because it’s like a metaphor, a light in the dark and it’s always a source of inspiration. Everyday it shows us a different version of itself until we see it at its peak during full moon nights. And there are a lot more things that just look so beautifully poetical that you cannot love it by just looking at it." During her speech Y/N shifted her gaze from Hailee’s mesmerizing eyes to the moon but the singer’s gaze never left Y/N’s face as she memorized every single detail, from her nose, to her jaw, her profile and then her lips she swore she hears them calling her own lips. When Y/N noticed Hailee stayed quiet, not hearing a response, a comment or any thought from the singer she smiled warmly thinking she fell asleep, so when she turned around to verify Hailee actually fell asleep, she did a double take when she was met with a powerful, fierce gaze already staring intently at her. "Did we lost you space cadet?"

Y/N chuckled at her own joke and that was what made Hailee snap out of her thoughts and finally speak, "wow."

"Yeah, I can be a lot sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I met a few people that told me I talk too much." Y/N shrugged like it was no big deal and giggled gently, making Hailee’s heart clench at such mad statement.

"What?" Hailee furrowed her brows more at the nonchalance Y/N is saying those belittling words and clenched hard on her jaw as wrath boiled over into her stomach, wanting at all costs to comfort Y/N because she was literally perfect, "you’re kidding right?"

"No, I am not. They called me annoying, among other things." Y/N shook her head at the memory and the blonde saw a bit of hurt flash over her eyes, but it lasted only a millisecond before it got covered up with a sarcastic glint, "but who cares!"

"I do."

"It’s okay Haiz, I told them to go fuck themselves. I don’t need them in my life." Y/N continued earnestly and shrugged her shoulders gently, "anyway, I tend to ramble a bit on things I am passionate about. One time I spent 2 minutes rambling about my makeup routine only because my friend told me she liked my mascara. It was totally uncalled for and she was nice enough to not tell me to shut up but I could clearly see she was anno-umph." Hailee felt her heart soar into her ears the moment their lips collided, only for its rate to skyrocket wildly when Y/N pushed more onto her mouth and kissed her back, after a second of being still from the shock. Their lips glided over each other slowly, without rush, eliciting sensations neither of them ever experienced with their previous lovers and just that fact alone made their heads spin out of control. "Hi."

Hailee’s chest tightened at the cuteness of Y/N’s small, cute voice and giggled gently under her breath, before pushing a strand of hair that fell on her forehead behind Y/N’s ear, "hello back."

"I was rambling, wasn’t I?"

"Yeah and it was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen." Hailee admitted truthfully before laying a soft peck on Y/N’s slightly kiss swollen lips, "I wanted for it to never end but I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we settled here on this towel and I couldn’t wait any longer. Not after that amazing speech about the moon."

"Would it be okay if I kiss you again?"

"Why don’t you come here and found out yourself?" Hailee murmured seductively on Y/N’s lips as she fisted the front of her shirt and pulled on it to crash their lips together again, this time the kiss a lot more deep and rushed from the previous one as their lips discovered each other with purpose. A soft hum resounded between them, although they didn’t know who was that emitted it, when their mouths opened at the same time to ask for permission, causing shivers to invade their bodies when their tongues slid over each other slowly, sensually, greedily to examine every nook and cranny of the other’s mouth. Hailee’s hands skidded up and combed into Y/N’s hair to push her more into the kiss when Y/N lifted herself up a bit from her lying position and hovered over Hailee, now fully laying down on the towel, with her forearm perching beside her head for leverage as the other caressed her jaw gently and both now hummed in delight when their upper chests flushed together and increased the sense of closure they were already feeling with kissing.

"You’re beautiful." Y/N murmured on Hailee’s lips when they pulled away from the kiss because air became necessary before planting a soft kiss on her cheek, "the most beautiful girl-" a peck on the other cheek, "inside and out-" a kiss on her nose, "I’ve ever had the pleasure-" Y/N’s lips laid gently on Hailee’s forehead, "to meet-" a kiss on the singer’s chin, "and to have in my life." Y/N finished attacking Hailee’s face with one last kiss on the girl’s lips, who beamed at her with a soft red hue on her cheeks.

"God, bumping into you months ago had been the best thing that happened to me." Hailee spoke up after a few moments of trying to kickstart her brain to work and pulled Y/N back down on her lips, this kiss playful but meaningful as their mouths slowly savored each other.

"Well we have to thank your clumsiness then." Y/N chuckled when Hailee opened her mouth in fake outrage and slapped the back of her head gently.

"Take that back." Hailee jutted her bottom lip out childishly and Y/N giggled loudly at the singer’s adorableness.

"Why don’t you try to convince me about taking it back?" Y/N smiled wolfishly at the blonde and watched as the blush she just got rid of returned in full force on her cheeks and that sight warmed her heart to no end.

"Hm, I have a few ideas." Hailee hummed lowly before pushing Y/N’s mouth back down on her own for yet another slow, tentative kiss. They didn’t need to rush anything. After sharing a few more gentle pecks, getting lost into a heavy make-out session that never went beyond a few deep kisses, they decided to move into Hailee’s house when the air started to get chilly and cuddled on the singer’s bed as the tv played a reality show they weren’t exactly paying attention to as they were too much engrossed in exchanging stories and just existing together in that moment, wrapped up around each other with a few soft kisses shared in between.

Baby 💕:

OMG I JUST HEARD YOUR

SONG ON THE RADIO!!!

Cutie ❤️:

Did you like it?

Baby 💕:

Are you kidding me?

Baby 💕:

I LOVED IT.

Baby 💕:

Wait- hold on.

Baby 💕:

Why didn’t you want me

to listen to it before it

got released?

Cutie ❤️:

Because I wanted it to be

a surprise.

Cutie ❤️:

And because it’s about you.

Cutie ❤️:

But now I’m sad that I didn’t to

get to see your reaction tho ☹️.

Baby 💕:

WHAt?!

Baby 💕:

Hold on, let me go listen

to it again.

Baby 💕:

HAILEE. STEINFELD.

Cutie ❤️:

Yes? 😇.

Baby 💕:

You- ugh.

Baby 💕:

I’m on my way to your house.

Baby 💕:

Get ready to "coast" 😉.

Cutie ❤️:

Can’t wait 😈.

Baby 💕:

And for the record, I’ll be

the one sinking into you.

Soon 😏.

Cutie ❤️:

Oh fuck, hurry up! 🥵.

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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.

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