#April Celebrity Birthdays & Events

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April: Happy Birthday List

Aries Stars (Mar 21-Apr 19) 1: The Cece Show 2: Nikki Thot, Amber Gray 3: Catherine Lough Haggquist, Jaimi Gray, Sarah Jeffery, Young MA, Hadar Busia-Singleton 4: Lorraine Toussaint, Jill Scott, Khadi Don, Maya Angelou 6: Simona Brown, Lauren Ridloff 7: Billie Holiday 8: Skai Jackson, Dej Loaf, Femi Taylor 9: Jazmine Sullivan, Bianca Belair, Keshia Knight Pulliam, Tanerélle 10: Dana Heath, Jasika Nicole, April Weeden-Washington, Zuri Adele, Madison Shamoun 11: Anita-Joy Uwajeh, Summer Walker 12: Imani Lewis, Janee Michelle, Retta, Suzzanne Douglas, Tracy Camilla Johns, Trinitee Stokes 13: Marci T. House, Precious Mustapha 14: Da Brat 15: Ester Dean, Samira Wiley, Jojo T. Gibbs, Jordan Chiles, Lauryn Ajufo 16: Valarie Rae Miller, Kron Moore, Ebony Obsidian, Tanya Moodie

Taurus Stars (Apr 20-May 20) 21: Imogen Faires, Gugu Mbatha-Raw  24: Francheska (Hey Fran Hey), Reagan Gomez Preston, Jeanté Godlock, Joséphine Jobert 25: Gina Torres, Jayden Rey, Leyna Bloom 26: Debra Wilson 27: Lizzo 28: Aleisha LaNaé Allen, Simbi Khali, Cheslie Kryst, Madge Sinclair 29: Shahadi Wright Joseph, A'zaria Carter, Jo Martin 30: Jemima Osunde

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A Symphony of Songbirds: Audubon Day Launches City Nature Challenge

Spring is in the air, and on April 26, 2024, nature enthusiasts and bird lovers alike will have their binoculars and smartphones ready for Audubon Day – a celebration that spreads the wings of opportunity to enjoy the beauty of birds and wildlife. This year, Audubon Day coincides with the kick-off of the 2024 City Nature Challenge, a four-day blitz to discover the diverse wildlife that calls the…

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i'm expecting a tiktok exodus since this seems to be the bomb shelter of the internet. have another update/repost. NOW WITH HIGHLIGHTED MAJOR HOLIDAYS!

IT JUST HAPPENS

DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Thursday the 20th

The Fifth of Wednesday

Second Week of May: Eurovision

Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating

Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif

First Monday In September: Todaybor Day Is Labor Day

WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)

Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays

Every Tuesday: Tuck Him In Tuesday

Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes

Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday

Every Friday: Thank Gnome It's Friday

Every Saturday: Caturday

Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday

YEARLY EVENTS

January 1: Copyright Expiration Day

January 2: New Years, New Tears

January 8: Spiders Georg Day

January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day

January 18: Bug Race

January 29: Threshold Day

All of February: Funguary

ALSO All of February: Femslash February

February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE

February 8: King Taejong Fell Off His Horse

February 13: Galentines Day

February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day

February 15: Annoy Squidward Day

February 18: Perserverance Rover's Birthday

March 9: Miku Day

March 10: Mario Day

March 14: Pi Day

March 15: Ides of March

March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today

April 1: Mishapocalypse

ALSO April 1: Staff Does Something Fun On The Dashboard

April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary

April 3: Dannypocalypse

April 5: First Contact Day

April 8: Rex Manning Day

ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD

April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes

ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day

April 19: Some Roman Made Bread Today

April 20: haha 420 blaze it

April 24: Josh Fight

April 25: The Perfect Date

April 28: Ed Balls Day

April 29: 94 Meetings Day

April 30: It's Gonna Be May

All of May: Mermay

May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily

May 4: May the 4th Be With You

May 5: Revenge of the Fifth

May 6: Revenge Of The Sixth

May 7: World Language Day

May 25: The Glorious 25th of May

ALSO May 25: Towel Day

All of June: Pride Month

ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

June 5: Barricade Day

ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD

June 12: Another Homestuck Day

June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck

June 22: Summerween

June 23: FUCK This Post And Happy Birthday Sonic

All of July: Disability Pride Month

July 11-13: Dashcon Anniversary

July 20: Moon Landing

August 5: Curiosity Rover's Birthday

August 30: Frankenstein Day

September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her

September 11: Mole Interest Monday

September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-

All of October: SKELETON WAR

ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)

October 3: Mean Girls Day

ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day

October 13: Treat Yo' Self

October 18: None Pizza Left Beef

October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day

October 25: Homestuck Day The Third??

October 31: HALLOWEEN

November 5: Destiel Nevada Putin Elec'tion Covid Way

ALSO November 5: Doc Brown Invents Time Travel

November 19: Goncharov

November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD

All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?

ALSO All of December: WHY WEREN'T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE

ALSO All of December: Season's Greason's

December 4: Deny Defend Depose Day

December 10: Please, It's Christmas

December 12: Hawaii Part 2

December 23: Christmas Adam

ALSO December 23: Festivus

December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS

ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day

December 25: happy chrismum

December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today

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💐 twst jp april 2025 schedule ☔️

Early April

📗🐉 SSR Ruler of the Abyss (Overblot) Malleus limited time banner release! This card has special furniture but no vignettes; you can toggle between the OB form and his special book 7 outfit.

📚⛺️ NRC Combined Training Camp! Pick any 3 boys to train up!

🥚 + 🥔 👨‍🍳 Master Chef reruns! We’ll get the egg-themed one with 🐉 Malleus and 🍩 Ruggie, as well as the potato-themed one with 🏹 Rook and ♦️ Cater.

🎲 🐙 SSR Club Wear Azul banner comes out! This is the first of the Board Game Club members.

🎂👑 Vil Birthday Campaign! He will get his Relax in Room SSR, as well as his banner that combines his first three birthday cards (Birthday Boy, Union Birthday, and Broom Bloom) into the same pool.

Mid-April

🎂🍩 Ruggie Birthday Campaign! He will get his Relax in Room SSR, as well as his banner that combines his first three birthday cards (Birthday Boy, Union Birthday, and Broom Bloom) into the same pool.

Late April

🏖️🎊 Eternity Float of the Coral Sea hometown event! Finally— Play to get a free SR Shore’s Celebration 🌹 Riddle and R Shore’s Celebration 🏹 Rook! Roll to get SSR Shore’s Celebration 🐬 Jade and SR Shore’s Celebration 🐉 Malleus!

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hii !! it's my birthday right now (april 12) and i'm carving some angst rn heheheh i was thinking about YN birthday, instead of them hanging out together, celebrating her birthday. they forgot her birthday but YN thought they were pranking her and planning to make a surprise birthday party for her, they ACTUALLY forgot her birthday. she waited for a week for them to say a happy birthday to her (she was willing to accept belated happy birthday from them) but none of them did, and became colder to her. YN got sulky and angry so she drank and drank until she became drunk, and got home on 10 pm, which is past their curfew. she got caught and got scolded by seungcheol, who was waiting at the front door looking angry. well, she was drunk and was not on her right mind, unconsciously said some things she's been keeping to her self.

Title: Forgotten Birthday

Masterlist

When Y/N, wakes up excited for her 25th birthday, she anticipates the usual chaos and love from her bandmates. But as the days unfold with packed schedules and unexpected silence, she grapples with emotions that test their decade-long bond, leading to a heartfelt journey of connection and understanding. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th reader Genre: Fluff, Angst

Y/N woke up bright and early, the crisp April air filling her with a familiar buzz of excitement. Today was special—April 12, her birthday. She stretched happily as she stepped out of her room in the dorm, a wide grin plastered on her face. Birthdays were always a big deal for her, and being part of Seventeen made them even more unforgettable. She glanced around, expecting the usual chaos of the boys bombarding her with "Happy Birthday!" the moment she appeared, like they always did at the start of April to tease her. But today? Nothing. Just a few sleepy glances from the members sprawled across the living room.

Hoshi was slouched on the couch, rubbing his eyes. Mingyu was half-asleep over a bowl of cereal, and Seungcheol gave her a lazy nod before scrolling through his phone. Y/N smirked knowingly. Oh, they’re playing it cool again, huh? she thought. The boys were notorious for their birthday pranks, and she was certain they were up to something.

“Morning, guys!” she chirped, bouncing into the kitchen.

“Mmm,” Jeonghan mumbled, sipping his coffee. “Morning, Y/N.”

That was it? No cheeky grin, no nudge-nudge-wink-wink? Y/N’s smirk widened. Nice try, boys. She grabbed a glass of juice, humming to herself as she leaned against the counter, watching them drag themselves around like zombies. They’d had a brutal schedule last night—a fan event that ran way past midnight—and it showed. Dark circles, messy hair, and barely any words exchanged. Still, Y/N wasn’t buying the act. They were definitely planning something.

In the van to their next schedule, Y/N couldn’t contain her excitement. “So,” she started, leaning forward, “April’s a pretty big month, right? Lots of… plans?” She wiggled her eyebrows, glancing at Dino, who was squished next to her.

He yawned. “Uh, yeah, I guess. Concerts, comebacks… the usual.”

“Anything else?” she pressed, her tone playful.

Woozi, eyes closed and head against the window, muttered, “Y/N, can we talk about this later? I’m dying here.”

“Yeah, some of us need sleep,” Vernon added, pulling his hoodie over his face.

Y/N leaned back, crossing her arms with a smug grin. Oh, they’re good. She could picture it already—the moment they’d “surprise” her, probably bursting into the practice room with a cake or ambushing her at the dorm later. Last year, they’d ignored her all day only to barge into her room at midnight with a massive cake, balloons, and a pile of gifts, laughing as she pretended to be shocked. The year before that, they’d pulled an even wilder stunt, acting mad at her for “being late” to a meeting (which was fake), only for her to end up teary-eyed before they revealed the prank with confetti and hugs. This year, she was ready for whatever they had up their sleeves.

The day was a whirlwind—back-to-back rehearsals, a radio show, and a photoshoot that left everyone wiped out. Every time Y/N dropped a hint about April or birthdays, the boys brushed it off. “We know, Y/N,” Seungkwan said at one point, sounding exasperated. “But can we just… rest for five minutes?”

“Okay, okay,” she replied, her smirk never fading. They’re so obvious. By evening, as they piled back into the van, Y/N was practically vibrating with anticipation. Any minute now, they’d pull the big reveal. She could feel it

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The first week of April flew by in a blur of schedules, and now, with only four days left until her 25th birthday on April 12, Y/N was practically glowing. She’d stopped dropping hints or teasing the boys about it—she didn’t want to ruin their carefully crafted “surprise.” But that didn’t stop her from grinning ear to ear, shooting knowing glances at her bandmates whenever they caught her eye. They’re probably finalizing the big plan right now, she thought, barely containing her excitement. Seventeen’s pranks were legendary, and her 25th birthday felt like it was going to be their grandest scheme yet.

Their days were packed to the brim—dance practices, interviews, and late-night recordings that left everyone drained. Y/N was just as exhausted as the boys, her muscles aching and eyes heavy, but the thought of her upcoming birthday kept her buzzing. She’d catch herself humming in the van or bouncing her leg during breaks, unable to shake the anticipation.

In the dorm one morning, Y/N plopped onto the couch next to Mingyu, who was scrolling through his phone, looking half-dead. “Morning, Gyu oppa! Big day ahead, huh?” she said, her grin wide and teasing.

He barely glanced up. “If by ‘big’ you mean exhausting, then yeah. I’m already tired.”

“Oh, come on, you’ve got that spark in you somewhere!” Y/N nudged him, her eyes glinting. He’s totally playing it cool.

Across the room, Seungcheol was shoving toast in his mouth while checking their schedule. “Y/N, save the energy. We’ve got back-to-back shoots today.”

“I’m ready, leader-nim!” she chirped, leaning back with a smirk. “April’s got me in a great mood.”

Jeonghan, lounging on a beanbag with a face mask on, cracked one eye open. “You’re way too cheerful for 7 am What’s with you?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she sang, winking at him. “Just… feeling good about this month.” Oh, you’re not fooling me, Yoon Jeonghan.

In the van to their first schedule, Y/N sat squished between Dino and Woozi, her grin still plastered on. “So, guys, four days until… you know, a really cool date in April. Any thoughts?” she asked, barely hiding her glee.

Dino yawned, his head lolling onto her shoulder. “Four days until I hopefully get some sleep. That’s my thought.”

Woozi didn’t even open his eyes, earbuds in. “Y/N, please. I’m begging you. Let me nap.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet,” she said, holding up her hands but still smiling. Nap all you want, Jihoon. I know you’re scheming.

At the dance studio later, the group was drenched in sweat, running through their choreography for the nth time. Y/N spun past Hoshi, who was barking instructions like a drill sergeant. “Y/N, sharper on that turn!” he called.

“Got it, boss!” she replied, flashing him a grin. “Gotta look good for… you know, special occasions.”

He raised an eyebrow, wiping his forehead. “Special occasions? Like not collapsing after this set?”

“Sure, something like that!” she laughed, twirling away. Keep pretending, Soonyoung.

During a quick water break, Seungkwan plopped down next to her, fanning himself. “Why are you so smiley today? It’s freaking me out.”

“Can’t a girl just be happy?” Y/N shot back, nudging him. “April’s my favorite month, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” he muttered, gulping water. “But you’re, like, extra happy. It’s suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Me?” She gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m just living my best life, Kwannie.”

Vernon, overhearing, snorted from a few feet away. “Living your best life while we’re all dying? Respect.”

“Thank you, Hansol,” she said, bowing with a flourish. “I take my job as the group’s sunshine very seriously.”

By the time they wrapped their last schedule—a late-night radio show—Y/N’s energy was finally starting to wane. She slumped into the van, her head resting against the window. Still, her lips curved into a small smile as she thought about her birthday. Four more days, and they’ll pull out all the stops. Cakes, balloons, maybe even a goofy handmade card from DK.

Joshua, sitting beside her, noticed her expression. “You’re still smiling? After today’s chaos?”

“Always,” she murmured, eyes half-closed. “Got a lot to look forward to, Shua oppa.”

“You’re unstoppable,” he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Just don’t burn out before we do.”

“No promises,” she teased, her voice fading as she drifted into a light doze, her mind still buzzing with visions of the birthday surprise she was sure was coming.

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The morning of April 12 arrived, and Y/N woke with a flutter in her chest. Her 25th birthday. A milestone. The dorm was eerily silent, not a single sound stirring the air—no clatter of pans, no muffled laughter, no whispered plotting behind closed doors. She sat up in bed, her lips curving into a hopeful smile. Okay, maybe later, she thought, brushing off the quiet. They’re probably saving it for after today’s schedule. Seventeen loved their dramatic reveals, and Y/N was certain they’d outdo themselves this time. She could already picture the chaos—cake smeared on her face, balloons everywhere, Mingyu tripping over a gift box in his excitement.

She bounded out of her room, her energy dialed to eleven despite the packed day ahead. In the living room, a few of the boys were slumped on the couch, scrolling through their phones or sipping coffee, their faces drawn with exhaustion. Y/N didn’t let it faze her. She was practically vibrating, her grin wide as she leaned over the back of the couch where Hoshi and Seungkwan sat.

“Morning, guys! Feeling good today?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Like, really good?”

Hoshi barely looked up, his voice flat. “It’s just another day, Y/N. Chill.”

Her smile faltered for a split second, but she rallied, laughing it off. “Oh, come on, it’s a great day! Perfect for, you know, big moments!”

Seungkwan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Can you not be so loud? We’re all beat from yesterday.”

Y/N’s heart gave a tiny lurch, but she kept her grin plastered on, leaning closer. Classic prank mode. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep it low-key. But you guys are hyped for today, right?”

Across the room, Woozi shot her a glance, his expression blank. “Hyped? Y/N, we’ve got a million things to do. Can you just… focus?”

The words stung, sharper than she expected, but she swallowed the hurt, her smile unwavering. They’re just tired. It’s fine. They’re setting me up. She bounced into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, humming to herself to drown out the unease creeping in. It’s my 25th birthday. They wouldn’t forget.

The day’s schedule was relentless—rehearsals, a live stream, and a fan sign event that stretched into the evening. Y/N stayed her bubbly self, teasing the boys between takes, dropping playful hints about “special days” and “reasons to celebrate.” But each time, she was met with shrugs, eye rolls, or curt replies.

During a break at the studio, she sidled up to Dino, who was stretching nearby. “Hey, Chan, bet you’re planning something fun for later, huh?” she said, nudging him with a grin.

He frowned, wiping sweat off his brow. “Planning? Y/N, I’m just trying to survive this choreography. Give it a rest.”

Her laugh came out a little too loud, a little too forced. “Right, right, survive first, party later. Got it!”

But as the day wore on, the silence around her birthday grew heavier, like a weight pressing on her chest. No sneaky glances between the boys, no hushed giggles, no poorly hidden gift bags. Just exhaustion and indifference. By the time they dragged themselves back to the dorm late that night, Y/N’s hope was fraying, but she clung to it like a lifeline. Maybe now. Maybe they’re waiting to surprise me.

In the living room, she flopped onto the couch, still buzzing with forced energy. “Wow, what a day, huh? Perfect way to cap off… you know, something special?” she said, looking around at the boys, her voice bright but brittle.

Mingyu, kicking off his shoes, didn’t even glance her way. “Y/N, can you stop with the vague hints? It’s annoying.”

Her breath caught, the words slicing deeper than they should’ve. She opened her mouth to laugh it off, but Jeonghan cut in, his tone sharp as he headed for his room. “Seriously, we’re all tired. Not everything’s about you.”

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Y/N’s smile froze, her heart plummeting. She looked to Seungcheol, hoping for a softening glance, a hint that this was all part of the act, but he just shook his head, muttering, “Let’s just get some sleep,” before walking away.

One by one, the boys disappeared to their rooms, the sound of closing doors echoing in her ears. She sat there, alone in the dimly lit living room, her hands trembling in her lap. The silence was deafening now, no balloons, no cake, no laughter to break it. Just her, and the sinking realization that maybe, just maybe, they’d forgotten.

Her chest ached, hot tears pricking at her eyes, but she forced them back, her lips twitching into a shaky smile. No, it’s fine. It’s part of the plan. They’re messing with me. She thought of last year’s midnight surprise, of the year before when they’d turned her tears into laughter with a single confetti pop. They wouldn’t forget. Not my 25th.

She stood, her legs heavy, and shuffled to her room. Closing the door, she leaned against it, her smile faltering as the hurt clawed its way up her throat. Maybe tomorrow, she told herself, her voice barely a whisper. Maybe they’re planning something big, and this is just… the buildup. She climbed into bed, curling up under the covers, her heart bruised but stubborn. Y/N believed—no, she had to believe—it was all part of their plan.

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April 13 dawned with a gray sky, the air heavy with the promise of another chaotic day. Y/N woke with a flicker of hope still burning in her chest, though it was weaker now, fragile like a candle in a storm. Maybe today, she thought, brushing her hair back and forcing a smile in the mirror. Maybe they’re waiting for the perfect moment. Yesterday’s silence had stung, but she’d convinced herself it was still part of Seventeen’s elaborate prank. They were masters at dragging out the suspense—she’d seen it before. Surely, her 25th birthday, a decade with these boys, wasn’t something they’d just… forget.

The dorm was a whirlwind of activity as the members rushed to get ready for another packed schedule—filming, interviews, and a late-night rehearsal. Y/N moved through the chaos, her smile bright but brittle, watching for any sign, any flicker of mischief in their eyes. She didn’t mention her birthday, didn’t dare disrupt whatever plan they might be hiding. She teased them lightly, keeping her tone playful, waiting for the moment they’d crack and the surprise would spill out.

“Big day today, huh, Cheollie oppa?” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter as Seungcheol stuffed a protein bar in his mouth.

“Big? That’s one way to put it,” he muttered, barely looking up from his phone. “We’re gonna be dead by tonight.”

Her smile wavered, but she pressed on, turning to Joshua, who was tying his shoes nearby. “Bet you’re excited for something today, right, Shua oppa?”

He shrugged, distracted. “Excited to maybe grab a coffee later, if we get a break. You good?”

“Never better!” she chirped, her voice a touch too high. They’re just tired. It’s fine. She clung to that thought as they piled into the van, her eyes scanning each member for a telltale smirk or a poorly hidden grin. But there was nothing—just exhaustion etched into their faces, their heads leaning against windows or buried in their phones.

The day was a blur of motion, one schedule bleeding into the next. Y/N threw herself into every task, laughing with fans during the signing event, nailing her choreography in rehearsal, all while keeping one ear open for a whispered “happy birthday” or a sudden burst of confetti. But the hours ticked by, and the silence grew louder, heavier, until it felt like a weight pressing on her ribs. No balloons. No cake. No knowing glances. Just another day to the boys, while to her, it was everything.

By the time they stumbled back to the dorm well past midnight, Y/N’s hope was fraying at the edges. Three days had passed since her birthday—three days of waiting, of smiling through the ache, of telling herself they wouldn’t forget. She lingered in the living room as the boys shuffled in, her heart still clinging to the idea of a late surprise. Maybe they’d been too busy yesterday, too swamped to pull it off. Maybe now, in the quiet of the dorm, they’d finally reveal the prank.

“Long day, huh?” she said softly, perched on the arm of the couch, looking at Vernon as he tossed his jacket onto a chair.

“Brutal,” he groaned, rubbing his neck. “I’m crashing. Night, Y/N.”

Her throat tightened. “Night,” she managed, her smile slipping as he disappeared down the hall. One by one, the others followed—muttered goodnights, tired waves, and the sound of doors clicking shut. No one paused, no one lingered, no one gave her that spark of recognition she’d been waiting for.

Alone in the living room, the silence was suffocating. Y/N’s mind raced, her thoughts spiraling. Do they actually forget? The idea felt impossible, unthinkable. They’d been together for a decade—thirteen boys who knew her better than anyone, who’d celebrated every milestone with her, who’d turned her birthdays into memories she’d cherish forever. She could understand one or two of them slipping up, maybe distracted by the chaos of their lives. But all thirteen? Acting like her 25th birthday was just another day? The hurt bloomed sharp and raw, slicing through the hope she’d held onto so tightly.

She wandered to her room, her steps slow, her chest heavy. Closing the door, she sank onto her bed, the silence wrapping around her like a cold embrace. Her smile finally crumbled, and hot tears spilled down her cheeks, quiet at first, then shuddering sobs she muffled into her pillow. How could they forget? she thought, her heart twisting. We’re a family. They’re my brothers. They wouldn’t just… forget. The memories of past birthdays—cakes smashed in her face, DK’s off-key serenades, Seungkwan’s dramatic gift reveals—felt like cruel ghosts now, taunting her with what this year lacked.

She curled up, wiping her eyes, her breath hitching. Maybe they’re still planning something. Maybe it’s bigger than I think. Even now, three days late, she couldn’t let go of the belief that they’d come through. They had to. They were Seventeen, her thirteen pillars, her home. She clung to that thought, fragile as it was, and whispered to herself in the dark, “They will not forget.” But the tears kept falling, and the doubt crept deeper, leaving her to wonder if this time, they really had.

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Five days had passed since Y/N’s 25th birthday, and the silence from the boys was deafening. Not a single “happy birthday,” not a glance of guilt, not even a question about why she’d gone quiet. Y/N’s heart sank deeper with each day, the hurt festering into something raw and unbearable. She was sure now—they’d forgotten. Completely. The thirteen boys she called family, who she’d poured her soul into for a decade, had let her milestone birthday slip by like it was nothing.

It felt so unfair. Every year, Y/N was the first to greet each member on their birthday, no matter how grueling their schedule. She’d stay up late crafting heartfelt letters, scraping together her allowance for thoughtful gifts, planning surprises that made them laugh or tear up. For Seungkwan’s last birthday, she’d barely slept, decorating the dorm at 4 a.m. For Dino’s, she’d written a letter so long it took her hours, her hand cramping. But her birthday? Nothing. Not one of them had noticed her forced smiles, her quiet stares, her heart breaking in the spaces between their indifference.

The day ended like all the others—chaotic, exhausting, and empty of any acknowledgment. Back at the dorm, the boys trudged to their rooms without a word, doors slamming shut like nails in a coffin. Y/N stood in the living room, alone, her chest tight with resentment. Fine, she thought, her jaw clenching. If they don’t care, I’ll celebrate myself. It was five days late, but she wasn’t going to let her 25th birthday pass without something, even if it meant doing it alone.

She stormed to her room, ripping open her closet. Her fingers landed on a tight, shimmering party dress—bold, defiant, perfect. I’m going out, she decided, slipping it on, her reflection in the mirror fierce despite the ache in her eyes. They had no schedules tomorrow, so why not? She’d drown the hurt in music and alcohol, let the club’s chaos swallow her pain. No one would stop her—not that they’d even notice she was gone.

At the club, the bass pounded through her bones, and Y/N threw herself into it. The bartender, who’d seen her and the boys there before, recognized her instantly and kept the drinks coming—cocktails, shots, anything she wanted. She drank heavily, the burn of liquor dulling the sharpness in her chest. She danced, swaying under the flashing lights, losing herself in the crowd. For a while, it worked. She felt alive, untouchable, the hurt buried under layers of alcohol and rhythm.

But the drinks piled up, and soon her head was pounding, her vision blurring. She stumbled on the dance floor, giggling at nothing, her movements sloppy. The bartender watched with growing concern—she was far gone, her words slurring, her eyes unfocused. They tried talking to her, but she just laughed, waving them off. She’s too drunk, they thought, glancing at her phone on the counter. They didn’t know the dorm’s address, so they scrolled through her contacts, landing on Seungcheol’s name. He’s the leader, right?

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Seungcheol was deep in sleep, the kind that felt like sinking into a void after weeks of exhaustion. His phone buzzed relentlessly, dragging him awake. He squinted at the screen—3 a.m., Y/N’s name flashing. Annoyance flared immediately. What the hell does she want now? He answered, ready to snap, but the voice wasn’t hers. It was a bartender, shouting over blaring music and chatter.

“Hey, this is the club on 5th. Y/N’s here, and she’s wasted—like, can’t even talk straight wasted. Keeps dancing, but we’re worried. Someone might recognize her, and she’s alone. Can you come get her?”

Seungcheol’s groan was guttural, his temper spiking. “Yeah, fine. I’m coming.” He ended the call, fury bubbling up. Why the hell would Y/N pull this now? Doesn’t she know we’re all barely functioning? He yanked on a hoodie, his mind racing with irritation. She was out causing a scene, risking their reputation, when they were all drowning in fatigue.

He stormed into Joshua’s room, flicking on the light. “Get up. Y/N’s drunk at some club, and we gotta go get her.”

Joshua blinked, confused but already moving. “What? Why’s she out there alone?”

“No idea, but I’m pissed,” Seungcheol snapped, then barged into Jeonghan’s room. “Jeonghan, up. Y/N’s causing trouble. Club. Now.”

Jeonghan groaned, rolling out of bed with a scowl. “Are you kidding me? What’s her deal?”

The three of them piled into a car, the drive tense and silent, each stewing in their own annoyance. At the club, the music hit them like a wall, the crowd a blur of bodies. They spotted Y/N instantly—swaying wildly on the dance floor, her tight dress catching every light, her face flushed and eyes glassy. She was a mess, and the sight only fueled their frustration.

Seungcheol pushed through the crowd, dropping his jacket over her shoulders. “Y/N, let’s go. Now.”

She laughed, shoving him away, her voice slurred. “Nooo, I’m having fun! Leave me alone!”

Joshua tried next, his tone gentle but firm. “Come on, Y/N, it’s late. You’re drunk. Let’s get you home.”

She swatted at him, stumbling. “I don’t need you! I’m fine!”

Jeonghan’s patience, usually endless, was fraying. He stepped closer, his jaw tight. “Y/N, stop it. You’re making a scene. Let’s go.”

She pushed him too, her movements clumsy but defiant. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

Seungcheol’s temper snapped. He scooped her up in one motion, ignoring her protests, her fists weakly hitting his back. “Enough. We’re leaving.” Jeonghan and Joshua flanked him, draping their jackets over her to shield her from prying eyes, their faces set in grim irritation. She was wearing that damn dress, and they weren’t about to let anyone snap a photo that could haunt them later.

Back at the dorm, they dropped her onto the couch, her body slumping as she mumbled incoherently. The noise had woken the others, and soon the living room was crowded with sleepy, annoyed faces—Jun rubbing his eyes, Mingyu frowning, Wonwoo looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Seungcheol stood over her, hands on his hips, his voice sharp.

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? Going out alone, getting trashed like that? What if someone recognized you? You know how much trouble that could’ve caused?”

Jeonghan crossed his arms, his usual calm replaced by a scowl. “We’re exhausted, Y/N. We don’t have time to babysit you when you pull stunts like this.”

Joshua, softer but still firm, chimed in. “You could’ve gotten hurt. Why didn’t you just stay here?”

The others piled on, their voices overlapping, each one laced with frustration. “Do you know how hard we’re working right now?” Mingyu snapped. “And you go make things worse?”

“What even got into you?” Seungkwan added, shaking his head. “We’d all have to clean up your mess if this got out.”

Y/N stirred, her head lolling as she let out a bitter, drunken chuckle. She pushed herself up, swaying, her eyes blazing through the haze of alcohol. She pointed a shaky finger at them, tears streaming down her face as her voice cracked with raw hurt.

“You… you… all of you!” she slurred, her gaze sweeping the room. ��You forgot my 25th birthday! Five days ago! Not one of you said a word! Not one of you asked why I’m quiet, why I’m like this!” She stumbled, catching herself on the couch, her sobs breaking free. “I’m always there for you! Every birthday, every single one, I’m up at midnight, writing letters, getting gifts, making you feel special! Even when I’m dead tired! But you… you thirteen… you just forgot me!”

Her voice rose, trembling with pain. “A decade together, and you didn’t even notice! You just cared about sleep, about schedules, about everything but me!” She collapsed back onto the couch, her body giving out, tears pouring as she mumbled, “My 25th… and you didn’t care…” Her words faded into soft, broken sobs, her head dropping as she passed out, tears still glistening on her cheeks.

The room froze, the air thick with a silence that crushed them all. Seungcheol’s anger drained away, replaced by a sickening realization. Joshua’s eyes widened, his hand covering his mouth. Jeonghan stared at the floor, his jaw tight. One by one, they pieced it together—April 12, six days ago. Y/N’s birthday. The day they’d been too tired to notice, too buried in their own exhaustion to remember.

Minghao whispered, “Oh no… we forgot.”

Mingyu ran a hand through his hair, his voice small. “How did we… all of us?”

Woozi’s face was pale, his usual stoicism gone. “She loves birthdays. She always makes ours huge. And we…”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, guilt settling like lead in his chest. They’d fucked up—badly. They knew how much Y/N poured into their birthdays, how she lit up at celebrations, how she made every moment count. And they’d let hers pass without a single thought.

Jeonghan moved first, kneeling beside her, gently brushing her hair back. “We need to get her to bed,” he said quietly, his voice heavy. Seungcheol nodded, lifting her carefully, her body limp in his arms. They carried her to her room, tucking her in as her tears dried on her face, her breathing uneven even in sleep.

Back in the living room, the silence lingered, each member lost in their own guilt. “How do we fix this?” Joshua asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“We can’t undo it,” Woozi said, his tone flat but pained. “But we have to do something. She deserves that much.”

They sat there, thirteen brothers who’d failed their sister, knowing they’d broken something precious—and unsure if they could ever make it right.

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The next morning, Y/N woke to a pounding headache and a heart that felt like it had been trampled. Her room was dim, the curtains still drawn, and the events of last night crashed over her like a wave. She remembered everything—her drunken outburst, the tears, the way she’d pointed at each of them, spilling her hurt. And their faces. Not concern, not guilt, but irritation, exhaustion, annoyance. The memory burned, twisting the knife deeper. She lay there, her makeup smudged and streaked, still in the tight party dress that now felt like a costume for a night she wished she could erase.

She dragged herself to the mirror, wincing at her reflection—mascara tracks down her cheeks, lipstick smeared, hair a tangled mess. Pathetic, she thought, her throat tightening. A shower was the only thing that made sense. She stood under the hot water, letting it wash away the makeup, the sweat, the lingering scent of alcohol, but it couldn’t touch the ache in her chest. She felt hollow, betrayed by the thirteen people she’d trusted most. They hadn’t cared about her last night—not really. All they’d worried about was the group’s reputation, the headlines that could’ve followed if someone had recognized her. “What if someone saw you?” Seungcheol’s voice echoed in her mind. “We’re tired, Y/N.” Not once had they asked if she was okay.

Back in her room, she pulled on an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, her stomach growling but her pride too bruised to face the kitchen. She was hungry, but the thought of seeing them, of pretending everything was fine, made her sick. She curled up on her bed, staring at the wall, the hurt festering into anger. A decade together, she thought, tears stinging her eyes. I’ve given them everything—every birthday, every late night, every moment I had. And they couldn’t even remember mine. The unfairness of it choked her, and she buried her face in her pillow, willing herself not to cry again. But the tears came anyway, silent and bitter.

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Meanwhile, the dorm was stirring with a different kind of energy. Jun, Minghao, and Wonwoo were the first awake, gathered in the kitchen, their voices low as they replayed last night. Y/N’s words hung heavy in the air, each one a dagger they couldn’t dodge. “You forgot my 25th birthday… not one of you asked why I’m quiet…” The guilt was suffocating, and the sight of her closed door down the hall felt like a silent accusation.

“How did we let this happen?” Jun asked, his voice quiet, his hands fidgeting with a coffee mug. “All thirteen of us. Not one of us remembered.”

Minghao sighed, leaning against the counter, his usual calm frayed. “She’s always the one who makes our birthdays special. The letters, the gifts… and we couldn’t even give her a damn ‘happy birthday.’”

Wonwoo stared at the floor, his jaw tight. “She was crying last night. Drunk, sure, but those weren’t just drunk tears. We hurt her. Badly.”

The others trickled in, each face etched with the same shame. Seungcheol rubbed his eyes, looking like he hadn’t slept. Jeonghan sat at the table, unusually silent. Even Hoshi, always the spark of energy, was subdued, his shoulders slumped. They all glanced at Y/N’s door, the weight of their failure settling deeper.

“We can’t undo it,” Seungcheol said finally, his voice rough. “Her birthday’s gone. But we have to do something. We owe her that.”

Minghao nodded, grabbing his jacket. “Jun and I will get a cake. Something she’d love—chocolate, with those little sprinkles she always picks off and eats last.”

“I’ll handle food,” Mingyu said, already pulling out his phone to order her favorites—fried chicken, tteokbokki, that spicy ramen she could never resist. “We’ll cook, too. Make it a spread.”

“Gifts,” Joshua added, glancing around. “We’ll each get her something. Doesn’t have to be big, just… personal. Something that shows we know her.”

They split up, a quiet determination driving them. They knew it wouldn’t erase the hurt, wouldn’t change the fact that they’d fucked up in a way that cut deep. But they had to try. Y/N wasn’t just a member—she was their sister, their heart, and they’d let her down.

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Hours later, the dorm was transformed. The living room was filled with the smell of food, a chocolate cake with sprinkles sitting proudly on the table, balloons tied to the chairs despite the late celebration. Gifts were piled in a corner—small boxes, handwritten notes, things they’d scrambled to find that screamed Y/N. A playlist of her favorite songs played softly, curated by Woozi, who’d spent an hour agonizing over the order.

But Y/N’s door stayed closed. The boys exchanged glances, the silence heavy. Finally, Seungcheol approached, knocking gently. “Y/N? Can you come out? We… we need to talk.”

No response. He knocked again, his voice softer. “Please, Y/N. Just… give us a chance.”

Inside, Y/N sat up, her heart pounding. She wanted to stay hidden, to nurse her anger, but something in his tone—raw, almost broken—pulled at her. She wiped her eyes, steeling herself, and opened the door. The sight hit her like a punch: the boys standing in a loose circle, the cake, the food, the gifts. Her breath caught, but she crossed her arms, her face guarded.

“What’s this?” she asked, her voice flat, though it wavered at the edges.

Seungcheol stepped forward, his eyes searching hers. “We fucked up, Y/N. We forgot your birthday—your 25th. There’s no excuse for that.”

Jeonghan joined him, his usual smirk gone, replaced by raw sincerity. “You’ve always been there for us, every single time. Your letters, your gifts, the way you make us feel like we’re the only ones who matter. And we… we let you down.”

Her lips trembled, but she held her ground, the hurt still raw. “Five days,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Six now. Not one of you noticed. Not one of you asked why I was quiet, why I was… breaking.”

Mingyu’s voice broke as he spoke, his eyes glassy. “We were so caught up in ourselves, in being tired, that we didn’t see you. And last night… we weren’t worried about you, not like we should’ve been. We were assholes, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

The tears she’d fought all day spilled over, hot and unstoppable. “I tried so hard to believe you didn’t forget,” she choked out, her voice shaking. “I kept smiling, waiting for the surprise, telling myself you were planning something. But you didn’t. You just… forgot. After ten years, how could you all forget?”

Hoshi stepped closer, his own eyes red. “We don’t deserve your forgiveness, not after this. But you’re our family, Y/N. We love you. We were stupid, blind, but we love you.”

She sobbed, her knees buckling, and Joshua caught her, pulling her into a hug. “We’ll spend every day making this up to you,” he murmured, his voice thick. “We promise.”

One by one, they joined, surrounding her in a group embrace, their apologies overlapping—Seungkwan’s shaky “I should’ve known”, Dino’s quiet “You deserve better”, Woozi’s hoarse “I’ll never let this happen again”. Y/N cried into their arms, the hurt pouring out, but their warmth, their voices, started to stitch something back together. It wasn’t fixed—not yet—but it was a start.

They pulled back, guiding her to the table. Minghao lit the candles on the cake, his smile soft. “It’s late, but… happy birthday, Y/N.”

She stared at the flickering flames, her heart a mess of pain and tentative hope. She blew them out, her wish simple: Let us heal. The boys cheered, but it was gentle, their eyes still heavy with guilt. They ate, laughed, handed her gifts—a bracelet from Vernon, a journal from Wonwoo, a goofy plushie from DK that made her smile through tears. Each note, each gesture, was a step toward reconciliation, a promise to never let her feel invisible again.

As the night wound down, Y/N looked at them, her family, and felt the first flicker of forgiveness. It would take time, but they were hers, and she was theirs. And that, at least, was worth fighting for.

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an: Hi Anon, sorry this is late, but belated happy birthday to you! I hope you'll have a great year!🎂🎉🫶🏻

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Various pieces of information from the Rise Q&A back in February

It was revealed that there are other Hidden Cities other than the one seen in Rise & there had been plans for the Turtles to visit the Hidden City beneath Tokyo.

2. Splinter was able to use Leo's mystic odachi so easily due to the fact that Splinter had spent a lot of time in the Hidden City & because of this Splinter has a great deal of mystic knowledge, with Splinter also having developed his mystic abilities but he has stopped using those abilities until the events of the series.

3. More information was given about the missing Turtle Siblings & it was stated the Frida, Big Mama's Assistant would have most likely joined her brothers during the future timeline, it was also stated that the other missing Turtle Sibling would have possibly been named Camille after Camille Claudel.

4. When asked on how a Dungeons & Dragons episode would go it was stated that April would be the DM, Raph would be a fighter class, Mikey would be an illusionist, Leo would be an assassin or thief & Donnie would insist on being a scientist since he's sure that there was 'at least one sensible person back then'.

5. The Rise version of Renet could have possibly been used to explore different timelines that might have happened if certain events in the movie had happened differently.

6. After the events of the movie Casey is traveling around the world fighting remnants of the Krang & the Foot Clan.

7. When asked about the Turtle's relationship with Draxum it was stated that in contrast to Mikey who accepted Draxum the most easily, Leo is the most skeptical however it was also stated that Leo would have eventually 'gotten over' his grudge towards Draxum as there were multiple scrapped episodes planned where Leo & Draxum would have been forced to work together.

8. There were plans for the Turtles to eventually go to the Krang's original dimension meaning that it would have been likely for the Turtles to encounter the traditional dimension X/Z stuff such as the Neutrinos.

9. When asked about Casey Junior's relationship with the past/ present version of Leo it was stated that despite it being slightly different due to them being around the same age now Casey Junior can't help but still view Leo as a father figure.

10. It was stated that Splinter has never celebrated the Turtle's Birthdays in the past due to it being to closely related to his negative feelings towards his own mutation however it was also stated that after Splinter's development in the series he would start celebrating the Turtle's Birthday with them.

11. The reason that the Future Version of Leonardo was the one who raised Casey Junior was stated that it was due to the fact that the Future Version of Leonardo had a special affinity for Casey Junior & also felt particularly responsible for Casey Junior after his mother was gone.

12. When asked what the Rise version of Miyamoto Usagi would have been like it was revealed that a possible plan for Usagi was that his home dimension would have been overrun by the Krang causing Usagi to travel to the Turtles dimension for help due to them being the only ones who have ever defeated the Krang.

13. When discussing crossovers between TMNT iterations it was stated that a crossover between Rise & the 1987 cartoon or the 2003 cartoon would have been a possibility due to them also being 2D animated series.

14. April & Sunita were planned to have more 'girls night' episodes together.

It was also stated that Casey would have possibly have developed a dynamic with both April & Sunita so there is also a possibility that Casey would have been included in the 'girls night' episodes with April & Sunita as well.

[doumadono]

Warnings: threesome, fem!reader, m/m/f, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, rimming, anal, orgasm denial, dom/sub, names calling, poly relationship, unprotected p in a & p in v

Synopsis: Bakugo's birthday is a special day, and you with Kirishima plan a steamy morning for your boyfriend

A/N: the prompt is: threesome for Bakugo's birthday ft. Kirishima I decided to post this one a bit earlier. Happy birthday, my sweet little gremlin!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST BAKUGO'S BIRTHDAY EVENT 2024

Despite being pro heroes, Bakugo and Kirishima shared their flat with you, a sidekick working for their hero agency.

You weren't quite sure how it began, but eventually, you found yourself in a relationship with not just one, but both of your bosses.

And you didn't mind in the slightest. Both of them were such distinct personalities, and you felt privileged to know both sides of them.

Kirishima, known for his gentle nature, was not only as endearing and sweet as a puppy in public but also had a darker side that yearned to dominate those around him in his private life.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was the most snarky, driven, and grumpy man you'd ever met. Yet, behind the doors of your luxury apartment, he was quieter than his public persona, often letting Kirishima take the lead in decision-making.

Today, however, wasn't just any ordinary date on the calendar. It was April 20th - Bakugo's birthday.

Of course, Dynamight wasn't one for celebrations. He saw them as mundane and completely unnecessary ways to mark getting one year closer to the inevitable end, as he often referred to birthdays.

After all, it was Bakugo's birthday, and with a little help from you, Kirishima had planned a surprise that would leave Dynamight speechless.

As the first rays of the sun peeked through the curtains, Bakugo was rudely awakened by a firm hand gripping his already hard cock. He was having a vivid, wet dream about you and Eijiro when he was jolted awake by the rubbing sensation, growling in frustration. Katsuki groaned, his crimson eyes fluttering open to see Kirishima's smirking face. 

"Happy birthday, Kats," red-haired purred, his hand moving up and down Bakugo's shaft. "Were you having naughty dreams again? I bet you were, considering you were grinding your dick against my ass in your sleep," Eijiro chuckled softly, lying on his side and watching Katsuki.

Bakugo grunted, his hips bucking up into Kirishima's hand. "Shut up, Eijiro," he growled, his voice husky with sleep and slowly accumulating desire.

Kirishima leaned down, capturing Bakugo's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a familiarity that only came from years of being lovers. 

Bakugo's hands found their way into Kirishima's fiery locks, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Kirishima trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down Bakugo's neck, nibbling and sucking on the tender skin, leaving marks that would last for days. 

Bakugo groaned, his head falling back as Kirishima's sharp teeth scraped against his collarbone. Kirishima's hand never stopped moving, pumping Bakugo's cock with a steady rhythm that had Bakugo writhing beneath him.

Moving lower, Kirishima licked and sucked on Bakugo's pierced nipples, causing Bakugo to hiss and arch his back slightly. Bakugo's hands moved from Kirishima's hair to his shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscles as he tried to regain some control.

But Kirishima was having none of it. He pushed Bakugo's hands away, pinning them above his head as he continued his assault on Dynamight's body. 

Bakugo struggled, trying to free his hands, but Kirishima proved to be stronger, at least this time. "Eijiro," Bakugo growled, his eyes flashing with an anger that was quickly replaced by arousal.

Kirishima just smirked, releasing Bakugo's hands and moving lower. He licked a trail down Bakugo's stomach, his tongue dipping into the navel before moving lower still, along Katsuki’s blond happy trail. Bakugo's cock twitched in anticipation, and Kirishima blew a cool breath over the head, causing Bakugo to groan and buck his hips.

“Fuck,” the blond-haired man grunted deeply.

The birthday boy wasn't aware that you were seated in his armchair on the opposite side of the room, watching the scene unfold with anticipation.

You couldn't deny it, watching boys together was a massive turn-on. Especially when Kirishima took charge — he was always slow and passionate, unlike Katsuki, who went straight for the main event at the first opportunity.

Without warning, Eijiro took Katsuki's cock into his mouth, sucking hard. 

Bakugo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a guttural moan, his hands fisting the sheets as Kirishima's head bobbed up and down. Kirishima's tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the precum that was already leaking out.

Bakugo, who was usually so brash and aggressive, seemed almost vulnerable at this moment. 

Kirishima bobbed his head up and down, his mouth working Bakugo's cock expertly, his tongue swirling around the tip, making Bakugo moan louder. Kirishima cast glances at Bakugo's flushed face from beneath his long, dark lashes. 

Why did guys always have such great lashes? You pouted to yourself, pondering the unfairness of it all while fondling your breasts.

"Oh, fuck, Kirishima… Yes, just like that," Bakugo moaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of Kirishima's throat. 

Eijiro gagged slightly but didn't stop, his hands now working Bakugo's balls.

Katsuki’s cock was hard as steel, his tip aggressively red, his entire shaft throbbing with desire.

Just when Bakugo thought he couldn't take it anymore, Kirishima stopped, releasing Bakugo's cock with a pop. "Not yet, handsome," Eijiro mused, trailing his tongue slowly up Dynamight's body. "You need to earn your orgasm," the red-haired cooed.

A frown creased Bakugo's forehead; the blond panted, attempting to thrust his hips to create friction against Eijiro's abdomen, but it was futile. "You're a fucking tease," Katsuki growled, then pulled Eijiro into a heated kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck.

Red Riot pulled back from the kiss after a moment, giving Katsuki's temple a peck. "We've got a spectator," he whispered in a seductive tone, turning to you with a wink.

Bakugo shifted his gaze, and you could swear his cheeks deepened in colour upon seeing you there, dressed only in your lacy, white underwear, watching them with a slight bite to your lower lip. "Hey, Katsy," you greeted him softly.

It wasn't the first time you'd been intimate with either of them, though. The arrangement was straightforward — you could be with each other whenever the mood struck, but it stayed behind closed doors - the boys didn't want the world to know they were in a poly relationship. The media would catch wind of it in no time, and it could actually harm their reputations. And you'd always respected that boundary. You found yourself leaning more towards Kirishima, appreciating the gentler nature of your sex with him compared to Bakugo's roughness. But you’d never been with both of them at the same time.

You rose from your spot with a sway in your hips, making your way to the bed. With a flick of your fingers, you unclasped your bra, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Like a predator stalking its prey, you crept onto the bed towards the boys, planting a kiss on Kirishima's lips before turning to Bakugo. "Happy birthday, Dynamight," you whispered in his ear, teasingly licking his earlobe. You turned to him a second later, your eyes meeting his crimson ones, and you saw the pure hunger in them. You leaned in, your lips brushing his slightly chapped ones, a soft, slow kiss that promised a day filled with passion and pleasure. 

Katsuki’s hand reached up, cupping your cheek, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring yours.

Your hands roamed his body, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath the pads of your fingers, your digits tracing the lines of his abs. You felt his cock stir against your palm, hardening even more with each passing second. You broke the kiss, your lips trailing down his neck, licking and nibbling, eliciting a low groan from him. You lazily stroked his shaft, gently sucking on the pulse point on the side of his neck, ensuring to leave a hickey behind, a sign of your fondness for one and only Bakugo Katsuki.

"You two idiots are spoiling me rotten today," Bakugo growled, rolling his head back on his pillow. “Goddamn, this feels so fucking good. Happy birthday to me, I guess," he growled, his voice low and husky. 

You felt his calloused fingers traced a path down your spine, sending shivers down your body as you started jerking him faster.

With one swift motion, he rolled on top of you, effortlessly pinning you down on the mattress and peppering your chest with kisses and nips. He then got off you, kneeling beside your head and stroking his own cock. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me," he commanded.

You complied without hesitation, welcoming the mushroom head of his cock onto your flexed  tongue seconds later.

Meanwhile, Kirishima took off his sweatpants, watching the two of you while lazily stroking himself. "Shit, you guys are so hot," the red-haired whispered, giving his own palm a lick before returning to stroke his dick.

Bakugo was surprisingly gentle with you this time, slowly moving his hips as he kissed you deeply. Of course, he couldn't resist fondling your breasts and slipping his rough hand between your thighs, rubbing your folds through the lace of your panties. “Someone’s wet, tsk!” he commanded with a grin that curled the corners of his lips upwards.

You used your hand to slide his foreskin a few times after pulling his cock out of your mouth to spit on its head. All the while, you glanced up at him, admiring the slight frown creasing his forehead as he hissed, watching you work. With your free hand, you gently cupped and fondled his ball sack between your fingers.

“Shit,” Bakugo rolled his head back a little. "This little minx is going to be the death of me one day."

Kirishima couldn't hold back any longer and knelt beside you as well, leaning in to playfully suck on Katsuki's nipples, toying with his barbells. "Kats, love," Kirishima whispered after sharing a passionate kiss with his boyfriend. "I want to... I need to fuck you, please," his voice was nothing but a plea.

Bakugo grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently pulling your head back, earning himself a sad pout from you. He glanced at Kirishima, giving the red-haired's cock a few quick strokes after spitting on its tip. "Go ahead."

Kirishima moved to kneel behind Bakugo, admiring his boyfriend’s tight ass. He licked his lips in anticipation, knowing that he was about to give Bakugo the best morning of his life. His strong hands spread Bakugo’s cheeks apart. He leaned in and licked Katsuki's hole, his tongue swirling around it, making it wet and ready for his fingers. He flicked his tongue against the puckered hole several times, humming. Then, Eijiro reached for the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers.  

Bakugo moaned as Kirishima inserted one finger, then two, into his ass, moving them in and out in a slow and steady rhythm. “Suck my cock,” he growled, lightly tapping your cheek to grab your attention as you were completely engrossed in listening to his pants while Kirishima fucked his ass.

As the obedient girl you were, you ran the tip of your tongue along your lips to moist them and took his throbbing cock into your mouth again, gently bobbing your head back and forth as Bakugo resumed rubbing your pussy.

He pushed your panties aside, revealing your glistening pussy, juices already escaping due to your intense arousal you were experiencing. “Tsk, you naughty brat,” Bakugo growled as he pushed two of his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you; your sounds were muffled by his throbbing member fucking your mouth.

Kirishima could tell that Katsuki was ready, so he lubed up his cock and lined himself with his boyfriend’s ass, gently poking the tight hole as he slowly entered Bakugo's ass. 

Bakugo's breath caught as he felt the fullness of Kirishima's cock inside him, stretching him to the limit. “Fuck.”

Kirishima's movements were slow and deliberate, allowing Bakugo to adjust to the sensation.

Soon, Bakugo's moans grew louder, and he pushed back against Kirishima, urging him to move faster. 

Kirishima obliged, his hips snapping forward as he thrust into Bakugo over and over again. “You’re so tight for me, handsome,” the red-haired praised.

Bakugo's hands gripped your hair tightly as he kept on fucking your mouth, his knuckles white as he felt the tight knot building inside of his tummy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” the blond warned in a husky voice.

Kirishima's hand reached around, finding Katsuki’s cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Eijiro's thrusts grew more urgent, his own moans mingling with Bakugo's. "No, no, no, handsome. You'll cum when I say so. This time, you're not in charge here," Kirishima growled, nibbling at the back of Katsuki's neck, increasing his pace. Red Riot gripped Dynamight's hips tighter, pounding into him relentlessly, their bodies slick with sweat. 

Bakugo's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared his climax. With a final thrust, Kirishima nearly sent Bakugo over the edge, his cock throbbing inside of Katsuki as he spilled his seed in his boyfriend’s asshole, slowly pulling out, watching his semen trickle out and pooling on the sheets between Bakugo’s legs. “Holy shit, Kats, I love you so much,” Eijiro grabbed Katsuki’s chin and turned his head around to kiss him passionately. 

Bakugo's cock throbbed intensely in your mouth, and just when you thought he was about to release, he pulled away, muttering something about fucking you hard. You couldn't quite catch his words though; your mind was still foggy from watching the boys getting laid.

Moments later, all you felt was a rough tug at your ankle, causing you to slide towards the center of the bed. Bakugo leaned forward, planting kisses along the valley between your breasts and trailing his warm, wet tongue down your body. With his canines, he caught the edge of your panties and pulled them down your legs. Then, he nuzzled his nose against your moist mound, inhaling the strong, multifaceted scent of your arousal. Bakugo didn't hold back of course, eagerly licking your slit and lightly nibbling your clit, savoring the taste of your wetness on his tongue. “Fuck, you’re so delicious, little cunt,” he murmured, blowing cold air on your slick entrance which made you shudder in pleasure. He sucked your pussy lips into his mouth and let them go after a moment with a loud, wet sound.

Soon, you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down against your entrance, all hot and hard.

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside roughly, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. He was monstrous, filling you up completely.

Kirishima lay beside you, slowly tracing his tongue along your collarbones before moving down your chest, flicking his tongue around your perky nipples.

Bakugo’s cock was slamming into your pussy  with a force that made you see stars.

“That’s it, slut, that’s it,” Katsuki growled, a bead of sweat forming on his temple as he kept on fucking you hard enough to make the bed creak to the rhythm of his thrusts. He was  relentless, fucking you with a ferocity that literally took your breath away.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps. Bakugo's thrusts became erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his release. He reached out to rub your clit, his fingers roughly circling it as he continued to pound into you, slapping your slit from time to time. “Who’s been such a naughty, needy slut?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

"I was, I was!" you whined, threading one hand into Kirishima's hair as he teased your nipples, while the other gripped Bakugo's forearm as if trying to anchor yourself.

Dynamight’s tip grazed all the right spots inside you, and you rolled your hips, craving more friction while moaning his name.

Suddenly, Bakugo gripped your hips tightly, lifting them off the mattress effortlessly. This forced you to arch your back as he thrust into you from a new angle, reaching deeper than before, penetrating the deepest parts of your sweet pussy. He turned his gaze towards Kirishima, pleading evident in his crimson eyes, silently begging for permission to finally reach his climax.

With a merciful nod, Eijiro spoke up, "You've been such a good, patient boy. You can cum now, handsome."

With a final, particularly hard thrust, Bakugo came, his cock spurting cum inside you, his orgasm ripping through him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. “Ooooooughhh, God! Fuuuuck!”

Your orgasm followed shortly after, and your pussy clenched around his dick rhythmically, your juices coating his shaft entirely as you screamed his name, repeating it like a mantra.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming as you reached your hand out to stroke his slightly unshaven cheek.

"Happy birthday, my love," Kirishima accompanied, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead.

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[kumkaniudaku]

If I Want To

Summary: Happy Birthday, Patrice!

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: Mature Content, Smut

It was Patrice's party, and she could cry if she wanted to. 

That'd been her refrain since April 23, 1992, in Wilmington, NC, when Patrice Nicole Ellis came into the world crying as if someone had stolen something from her. According to her mother, she screamed and hollered for so long that the other babies in the nursery couldn't help but join, filling the entire floor with inescapable wailing for an entire night. Rosalyn was then under strict orders not to bring her little ray of sunshine back until her crying situation had been sorted.

When she was ten, Patrice cried when her father misunderstood the assignment and purchased a generic Black doll instead of the Madison My Scene doll she placed two stars on her wishlist. Even though her mama promised to rectify the situation the second they left her birthday party, Patrice cried until her uncle slipped a few extra dollars into the front pocket of her pretty pink overalls. 

At 21, after a years-long crying hiatus, Patrice found herself drunk and crying with her friends inside the grungy bathroom of some out-of-code party warehouse a short distance from her college campus. There was nothing wrong, really. Nothing except one too many shots of bottom shelf vodka reminding her that she'd be graduating soon and there were dwindling opportunities for The Trio to spend their nights together from miles apart. The thought of entering adulthood without her best girls was enough to turn her into a sobbing mess while holding up the bathroom line. 

The last time she cried was the birthday she spent swollen and pregnant, fighting with an onslaught of emotions that had no rhyme or reason. The culprit was an insatiable desire for hot chips in the middle of the night and the crippling realization that she couldn't have the smallest nibble of a snack she'd given up years ago. Terry tried his best to appease her with his dinner leftovers and a foot rub, but neither offering was enough. She was inconsolable until she eventually drifted off to sleep with tears staining her face and a visibly confused husband cuddling her close. 

But this time, years after she thought she had kicked her crying habit and ushered in a new era of grown-woman sensibilities and a great handle on her emotions, Patrice was crying again as the seconds ticked away on her 35th birthday. With her head pressed firmly against a wall covered in satin-finish Chantilly Lace paint, Patrice let tears of pleasure stream from the corner of her eyes and down her elegant neck as a return to form.

"Oh my…God." She'd repeated the phrase no less than 30 times over the course of the day, each instance a response to yet another stop Terry had pulled out to celebrate his favorite girl. 

But this one? This one was the finest and cost nothing but a little time spent kneeling at Patrice's feet in worship. 

All the energy he'd put into remaining proper in public, keeping his hands and lips to himself while they enjoyed dinner with friends and family at Patrice's favorite restaurant, had depleted into an insatiable desire to quench a thirst only his wife could satisfy. 

Terry didn't mean to stop in the foyer. He had every intention to make it to the couch and take her down on a proper surface before they headed to the bedroom for the main event. Then he caught a whiff of that sweet vanilla coating her skin and instantly became inundated with flashbacks of what happened the last time she chose Eilish #1 as her fragrance for the night. Flashbacks morphed into a yearning, and yearning couldn't be contained once their bodies collided by accident beside the front door. Hands wandered beneath little black dresses, and thick denim became restrictive below the waist. He didn't even bother removing the lace fabric covering her pussy. He'd taste that, too.

Patrice's foot hung lazily over Terry's right shoulder, the point of her heel scratching between his shoulder blades while strong hands held her body in place against the wall to combat the circular roll of her hips searching for more pressure. 

A short gasp escaped from Patrice's throat as she listened to the soft lapping of a skilled tongue executing perfect figure eights on her clit. "Right there, baby. Stay right there." Rounded almond nails gently scaped across freshly cut hair to scratch at the back of Terry's head. "Oh my God." 

Thirty-one. If her mama could hear her calling the Lord's name in vain, she'd make the back of her hand a quick acquaintance of her daughter's lips. Fortunately, this was some shit Mama couldn't see. This was grown married folks business. The kind of shenanigans she always dreamed of once the ink dried on the marriage certificate. 

Spurred by Patrice's praise and stimulation at his favorite spot, Terry groaned against his favorite place on Earth. His tongue didn't stop writing love letters against her clit, nor did his full lips deprive her of the light suction she loved so much. He was too proud a man to leave a woman unsatisfied. Especially on her birthday. That'd be cruel. 

"Yes, yes!" No one had asked a question or requested her confirmation. She'd simply run out of ability to say anything else. Simple syllables and short words were all she had to communicate unfathomable bliss. 

A trickle of saliva and sweet essence slid down the leg keeping Patrice upright, adding yet another sensation to the tingling and pulsing reminding her that she was not only alive but experiencing the best birthday a girl could ask for. Terry chased his reward without skipping a beat. Patrice wished she could see his long tongue cleaning up a mess of his own creation. She tried to imagine his eyes peering up at her, looking like a man possessed and not her sweet man known for forehead kisses and silly love poems at sunrise. Eventually that Terry would come back and soothe her quivering body back to baseline once insatiable, incredibly turned on Terry had his fill underneath the moonlight streaming in through glass panels on the front door.

"You better not hold that shit." Rough words from a typically patient man. Terry meant no disrespect. He just wanted what he wanted. 

A firm tap to one ass cheek made Patrice squeal in response as Terry went back to his feast with increased intensity. Her body seized has she squealed out, "Oh…my God!" 

More tears came in place of praises and curses uttered from the same tongue. A habit Patrice thought she'd kicked was back in a new iteration she could get used to. If she could cry from head on her birthday every year, she'd fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool with her contribution. 

Coiling in her abdomen nearly sent Patrice folding over Terry's head in search of stability. She fought every inclination to crumple to the floor, instead shouting to the ceiling to release pent up tension. "Fuck! Oh my…" She dared not finish that sentence, but Terry knew what she was thinking. 

The hand stroking her extended leg took a meandering path up Patrice's abdomen to search for her breast to grope what he wished he could see. It was dark underneath her dress. No matter. He planned to make up for it later in the night when their marital bed became a stage. 

Trembling from her inner thighs became a split second warning light for a woman primed to explode at any moment. Patrice tried to warn Terry – tried to call out his name or repeat the only phrase available – but words turned into unintelligible babble as two hands held Terry's face steady for the ride of his life. 

"Yesyesyesyes!" Anyone walking a step too close to their home's front lawn would've been treated to a sweet chorus of guttural praise and deep moans. They'd both remember these out-of-body experiences well into old age.

Patrice could've sworn she felt Terry smiling against her center, but she was too caught up in a messy release to register anything other than a wobbling ankle and a wet spot on the hardwood she'd need a clean up before daybreak. 

Terry's strong hands kept Patrice steady while she quaked against him, expending all the energy her muscles had left. Euphoria. She hadn't felt such pure euphoria since her body delivered a baby to the finish line, and the realization that pregnancy was finally over hit her like a ton of bricks. 

"Mmmm. You taste so good, baby." Patrice had almost forgotten Terry existed until he pulled away from her to pepper kisses along the thigh resting on his shoulder. "My sweet girl." 

Labored breathing slowly evened into a steady pace. "Fuck," Patrice laughed through a rush of air. "What got into you, TJ?" Another deep breathed pushed her shoulders away from her ears, allowing her head to lull back against the wall. 

As Terry stood to his full height and ignored the aching in his aging bones, he left wet kisses wherever naked skin lived until he was covering Patrice's lips in the same attention he'd given her other set. 

He chuckled against her mouth. "Same thing I'm 'bout to put into you." 

"I don't think that sounded how you meant it to sound." 

"Just go with it." Terry's quip sent them into a fit of giggles, briefly interrupted by Terry discovering the trail of tears that had etched themselves into Patrice's foundation. He touched the spot with concern furrowing his brow. "What's wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?" 

Patrice shook her head, smiling. "No. I do this every year." 

"You need anything from me?" 

"Yeah," she answered, inching closer to his lips to speak as if there was a secret to hide from others in the room. "Make me do it again." 

It was still her party, and Patrice planned to cry all night because she wanted to. Some traditions were worth maintaining.

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[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part vi

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

series: part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | ...

April 10, 2025

April 11, 2025

April 12, 2025

[Excerpt ViaPlay interview]

The Sakhir circuit means a return to familiar testing grounds. Does that mean that you feel more confident going into this race?

"I mean, yes and no. We know the challenges of the circuit, and how the car responds to them. We can adjust, but also all the other teams on the grid will be doing the same - they'll know our performance and weaknesses, too. So there's more work that goes into preparing different strategies, and coming up with adaptations to our run plans."

Are you hoping for a better result here than in Japan?

"Of course. I mean, our results there were not what Oscar or I were hoping for. Because this is a triple header, there's also very little time to linger on those feelings of disappointment - so we had to immediately get back into the mindset of Sakhir presenting a fresh opportunity for a win. I'm happy though with what we've been able to extract in qualis, so thanks to the guys and girls at the factory for all their hard work"

You did spend some time in between doing other things. How does that affect your preparation time?

"It doesn't. Having time off, creating memories with friends is a huge part of actually allowing me to race to the best of my abilities. If anything, I can get stuck in my head on all the mistakes and errors. It's nice to forceyourself out of that loop."

We did hear rumours of a karaoke party - did you sing a duet with your former teammate Carlos?

"Where'd you hear that? We celebrated Y/N's birthday in Tokyo, with a couple of drivers, yeah. I will not confirm or deny that a duet happened, but it was good, yeah. We had a good time."

Is he a better karaoke partner or a better paddock partner?

"Close, but will have to go with paddock!"

April 13, 2025

[Excerpt BBC Sport interview]

Warm welcome to Y/N L/N! How does Sakhir compare to Suzuka?

"Hi, thanks for having me. Suzuka was super special because it was the perfect excuse to spend my birthday in Japan, but I'm hoping to see a podium happen today."

What's it like for you as a spectator of a sport, rather than the one doing the sport itself?

"It's definitely different! Especially because this is a sport I've never actually participated in myself. I guess that's why I'm also feeling even more nervous. And I've never seen them win, so maybe today's the day."

There's a lot of eyes on you - does that make going to major events like this a different experience as well? Knowing that so many people out there have a vested interest in who you're supporting, what you're wearing, saying, or spending your time with?

"A vested interest? Have not heard that one before. I mean, I don't really spend time scrolling on social media, or reading headlines about myself. I just like spending the little free time I do have with my family and friends - it's very boring, really."

It's interesting, because the FIA has been quite strict in how drivers may express themselves but at the same time also assigns media duties to them. Is that similar in tennis?

"I mean, yes - we do have code violations as well as media obligations. In my view, journalists tend to forget that their translating of stories goes both ways. Sometimes I'll get asked a question about something that's happened online, and I think I'd have been better off not knowing about it at all. We get briefed by our own teams, but a lot of athletes aren't chronically online on purpose. Hate, abuse, death threats - you name it, I've seen it. Especially as a woman. I wish I could be cheering for a woman in Formula 1 today, but I can't. And it's in part because of this unhealthy, sexist environment that's so prevalent in sport. So I'll make do with two great and dear friends, who I know care about this sport and fair, equal opportunities a great deal."

read part vii here.

A/N: well, this turned out a lot longer than expected, so next stop is Madrid and a healthy serving of delusion, misunderstandings and mixed emotions :)

♥ likes, comments, reblogs and asks are always very much appreciated - i love chatting and hearing your thoughts! ♥

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[nestaarcheronweek]

♕ Announcing Nesta Archeron Appreciation Week 2025 ♕

Join us in celebrating Nesta Archeron from April 21 through April 27, 2025!

Welcome to Nesta Week 2025! Feel free to participate in any way you can, from headcanons, fanart, moodboards, fics, drabbles…. no matter how big or small, anything celebrating Nesta is welcome!

Please tag @nestaarcheronweek and use the tag #NestaWeek2025 so we can see all your lovely posts!

This year’s prompts are as follows:

Day One: Bonds ♕ Nesta has forged many bonds during the series, from the Valkyries, to Elain and Feyre, to even a brotp with Azriel. What do you think of the bonds she's formed with her family and friends?

Day Two: Mask ♕ Nesta wielded the mask in ACOSF, but she's also an expert in hiding her true thoughts and feelings. What does Nesta wearing a mask mean to you?

Day Three: True North ♕ The eight-pointed star has many meanings in Nesta’s journey, but the path is far from over. Where do you think her star is pointing?

Day Four: Lover ♕ Nesta has had many opportunities for love across Prythain — who do you ship her with? Cassian? Emerie? Eris? Gwyn? Azriel? Cresseida? Any and all ships are welcome!

Day Five: Mother ♕ Not only does Nesta have a bond with the Mother, but she's also mommy Mother. How do you see this word applying to her?

Day Six: Birthday Girl ♕ While Nesta doesn’t have a specified birthday in canon, that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate our favorite character turning a year older! How do you think Nesta and the people who love her would celebrate her special day?

Day Seven: Free Day ♕ Any topic of your choosing!

A huge shoutout to @dustjacketmusings, @c-e-d-dreamer, @kale-theteaqueen, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, @unhealthyfanobsession, @wishcamper, @jellybeanjellyfishblog, @xxvalkyriesxx, @jsmelodies, @melphss, and @podemechamardek for helping to organize this event!

Please contact @moodymelanist or the event page directly with any questions. We can’t wait to see what you all create!

[syun0acute]

[TWST JP] April Schedule

Early April

▫️ Limited-Time Campaign: SSR Malleus [Ruler of the Abyss] Summon

▫️ NRC Dorm Joint Training Camp (until April 8)

▫️ NRC Master Chef Revival Event

Related Summons:

Limited Summon: Malleus & Ruggie

Limited Summon: Rook & Cater

▫️ Limited-Time Summon: SSR Azul [Club Wear]

▫️ Vil Birthday Campaign (April 9)

Mid-April

▫️ Ruggie Birthday Campaign (April 18)

Late April

▫️ Coral Sea's Eternity Float Event

Obtainable Cards:

SR Riddle [Seaside Celebration]

R Rook [Seaside Celebration]

Limited-Time Summon:

SSR Jade [Seaside Celebration]

SR Malleus [Seaside Celebration]

[osemanverse-events]

SPRING CELEBRATION EVENT

hello everyone! we are back with another event! we are celebrating the spring season and the birthday of two beloved osemanverse characters: tori and charlie.

the event will start on april 5, tori's birthday, and end on april 27, charlie's birthday. every few days there will be a new prompt. the dates and prompts are all listed below, and also on the banner.

please REBLOG if you intend to participate 🙏 (or just to share the news)

all kinds of original creations - art, fics, edits, webweaves, headcanons, you name it! - are welcome, there are no limitations. your submission can be based on any version of the characters, both from the series and the comics, but it must include charlie and/or tori.

before making an entry, please make sure you've read the SUBMISSION RULES (click to view the relevant post)

the tag for the event is #osemanversespring2025 (NO spaces). don't forget to put it under your post, so we can notice it!

PROMPTS AND DATES: 1. apr 5-8 — tori's birthday 2. apr 9-11 — picnic 3. apr 12-14 — flowers 4. apr 15-17 — family 5. apr 18-20 — animals 6. apr 21-23 — concert 7. apr 24-27 — charlie's birthday here's a handy event calendar to make it even easier:

disclaimer: we have no relation to alice oseman or anyone else associated with the creation of her work. this event is entirely fan-organised! all characters belong to alice.

if you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask! our askbox is always open.

[peggynet]

to celebrate our best girl’s birthday, PEGGYNET is happy to announce its second PEGGY CARTER APPRECIATION WEEK! from April 3-9th, we will be hosting an event for all types of creators (ficwriters, fanartists, gifmakers, etc.) and their creations centered around Peggy Carter from Marvel!

to participate, all you need to do is to reblog this post and share your work with the tag #peggyweek2025! the event will have both visual and writing prompts, but feel free to mix and match as your heart desires! here are the prompts:

✦ day one (april 3th) agent carter 10th anniversary ✦ day two (april 4th) multiverse or WIPs ✦ day three (april 5th) canon relationship or parallels ✦ day four (april 6th) agent, captain or director? or headcanons ✦ day five (april 7th) favorite outfit/hairstyle or missing scene ✦ day six (april 8th) fanon relationship or lyrics/quotes ✦ day seven (april 9th) birthday extravaganza | free choice

if you have any questions about this event or anything else, don’t be afraid to contact us! and a reminder: we’re still looking for members and affiliates, so if you’re interested in that, APPLY now!

and don’t forget to do as Peggy says! 💋

[chlochette-sunde]

Know your Destiel/Cockles history: a calendar 

As a newcomer on Tumblr and on the Supernatural fandom, I first had trouble following all the past events that were regularly reminded and celebrated.

On this very special day (December 14th, European time), the following post is an attempt at listing those events, focusing on Destiel and Cockles (with a hint of Jenmisheel). Feel free to advise me for more (or less) dates!

Acknowledgement: The idea came from @youchangedmedestiel who also contributed to the content. The present post would never have been possible without @livebloggingmydescentintomadness 's Cockles masterlist. Color code: Destiel / Cockles

Honorary periodic event: FIMMF (Finger In My Mouth Friday)

January

12th: "Mish. Dee." (2021) - 1

16th: Broadcast of 15x09 “The Trap” (2020) - /

17th: ‘Isn't the season you met Misha?’ ‘Taste the rainbow’ JaxCon (2016) - 1

18th: The abandoned Jenmisheel podcast (2022) - 1

24th: Dean's birthday + ‘Jensen's the horse’ HousCon (2015) - / + 1

February

2nd: Broadcast of 12x10 “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” (2017) - /

14th: Destiel wedding anniversary (2021)

16th: Broadcast of 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (With You)” (2017) - /

26th: ‘Which is funny, because so do I’ JIB11 (2023) - 1

28th: ‘Misha's been working out’ ‘He has though, hasn't he?’ NashCon (2016) - 1

March

1st: Jensen Ackles' birthday (1978) - 1 2 3 4

18th: Danneel Ackles' birthday (1979)

20th: Broadcast of 8x17 “Goodbye Stranger” + Gag reel (2013) - / + 1

23rd: Broadcast of 7x17 “The Born-Again Identity” (2012) + Broadcast of 15x13 “Destiny’s Child” + Gag reel (Jensen's infamous fart joke) (2020) - / + 1

April

1st: Mishapocalypse (2013) + Mishapocalypse 2.0 (2023) - 1 2 + 3

10th: “When Harry Met Sally” JIB2 (2011) - 1

13th: Season 15 EW Photoshoot (2020) - 1 2

15th: Broadcast of 5x18 “Point of No Return” + Gag reel (blowjob+‘we’re missing the gay angel’+‘confetti it’s a parade’) (2010) - 1 + 2 3 4 

15th: Bishagate 2.0 NJCon (2023) + Misha’s Cas essay (2022) - 1 2 + 3

23th: Bishagate ‘I’m all three’ NJCon (2022) - 1

25th: ‘I happen to be straight’ (2022) - 1 2

27th: Broadcast of 12x19 “The Future” (2017) - 1 2 3 4

28th: ‘Balls deep’ CR8 (2024) - 1

29th: Broadcast of 6x19 “Mommy Dearest” + Gag reel (2011) - 1

May

6th: Broadcast of 6x20 “The Man Who Would Be King” (2011) - /

7th: First release of 'Watching Over Me' (2021) - 1

19th: Straddlegate JIB10 (2019) - 1 2 3 4

21st: Jensen's bear underwear reveal JIB8 (2017) - 1

23rd: ‘Okay babe’ (2021) - 1

24th: Misha tenderly rescuing Jensen+’We like you the best’+Hitch scene JIB5 (2014) - 1 2 3

26th: ‘It’s not a subtext. It was clear text.’ PurCon8 (2024) - 1

27th: ‘I talked to Jensen and Danneel this morning because I couldn’t sleep’ PurCon7 (2023) - 1

June

July

1st: ‘I miss my blanky’ + ‘I love you’ VS ‘I need you’ (2021 (yes, on the same fucking day)) + ‘Also, Cas is gay.’ (2023) - 1 2 3 + 4

14th: 'Destiel is Cockles Fault' Day SFCon (2024) - 1

24th: ‘Wow, that was really informative. Thank you.’ SDCC (2011) + ‘How do you know’ SDCC (2016) - 1 + 2

August

9th: Destiel fanfics first ship to reach the milestone of 100,000 stories 'I have to admit, I like being on top' (2021)

13th: ‘I’d love to do a Western…slash romcom with Misha’ VanCon (2017) - 1

17th: Cockles day at sea (2015) + ‘I would probably choose to be the car, because Dean would ride me all day’ SPNDEN (2018) - 1 2 + 3

18th: Destiel winning TV Choice Best Chemistry (2015) - 1

20th: Misha Collins' birthday (1974) - 1

September

8th: Release of "Some things I Still Can't Tell You", poetry book by Misha Collins - Men in the Woods (2021) - 1

13th: First broadcast of Supernatural (2005) - /

18th: Broadcast of Lazarus Rising, first appearance of Castiel (2008) + First release of Jensen publicly singing 'Angeles' (2012) (+Bonus: Jensen serenading Misha at JIB11 (2023)) - 1 + 2 3 4

24th: Broadcast of 5x03 “Free to Be You and Me” (2009) (Bonus: reference of ‘personal space’ at SFCon (2024)) - 1

October

11th: Danneel Ackles, sharing a picture of Jensen, reading "Some things I still can't tell you" by the fire, Misha tagged on his heart (2021) - 1 2 

13th: Broadcast of 12x01 “Keep Calm and Carry On” + ‘You're poking me’ Gag reel (2016) - 1

16th: ‘He’s like an angel plushie’ DenCon (2021) - 1

20th: ‘I can say whatever I want because Danneel is in love with you' HCCB (2024) - 1 

21st: Broadcast of 10x03 “Soul Survivor” + ‘Aloha cowboy’ Gag reel (2014) - 1 2

23rd: ‘I should have said ‘I love you too’ and hugged him’ VanCon (2022) - 1

28th: Broadcast of 11x04 “Baby” (2015) (Bonus: reenactment of the CasDean scene at JIB7 (2016))

November

5th: Broadcast of 15x18 "Despair" - Destiel's anniversary (2020) - /

8th: ‘Homosexual declaration of love’ Darklight Online Con (2020) + 'I live it' (2021) - 1 (no official proof because the panel has mysteriously been deleted from social medias around the 26th) + 2

11th: Broadcast of 10x05 “Fan Fiction” (2014) - /

12th: Broadcast of 9x06 “Heaven Can't Wait” (2013) - /

16th: Broadcast of 13x06 “Tombstone” (2017) + ‘Release the tapes!’ Day (2020) - / + 1

19th: Broadcast of 15x20 "Carry on" -> Last episode of Supernatural (so far 🕯🤞🏻) (2020) + Misha sharing by mistake (?) “The epic love story of Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins” blog (2013) - / + 1 2

24-25th: 'y yo a ti' (2020) - 1 

24th: ‘His ferret goes other places’ (2024) - 1

26th: Misha having to live stream and do PR during Thanksgiving, in mid divorce, following 'y yo a ti' (2020) - 1

December

1st: Danneel sharing a post to promote "The Adventurous Eaters Club", featuring Jensen and their kids (2019) - 1 2

5th: ‘I love you, not like a brother, but like a lover’ CCXP (2024) - 1 2

6th: ‘Cas was supposed to have his arm around Dean in the bar’ CCXP (2024) - 1 2

14th: Cockles anniversary (2009) + Introduction of 'Eyes Like The Sky' beer (2020) - 1 2 3 + 4

19th: Jenmisheel holiday package (2017) - 1 2

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

MISS RAVEN !!

First of all, hope your personal stuff is going as smooth as possible 🫂 Second of all: CORAL SEA EVENT WITH J WORD SSR !!! he came to cheer you up (or make things worse... we'll never know)

[Referencing the April 2025 JP schedule!]

Surgeon: Now remember to not strain yourself. No intense exercise, no heavy lifting. Don't let your heart rate get too elevated either. Me: Okay, that'll be easy!

Me, after seeing the April monthly schedule that dropped a few days after that operation:

FORGET WAITING UNTIL I'M FULLY RECOVERED TO REPLY TO NEW ASKS, THIS IS IMPORTANT NEWS AND IT HAS TO BE DISCUSSED RIGHT NOW

akjvdsvkasdlasd In all seriousness though, I think I'm recovering okay-ish! I won't get into the details (again, to maintain privacy) but 💦 it's definitely less painful and easier to keep food down.

The timing of this drop is so insane... 😭😭😭 The announcement came like... 2-3 days after my surgery??? AND THE EVENT IS SLATED FOR LATE APRIL???? That's roughly when my birthday is... THIS IS FATE, IT WAS DESTINED TO BE CSJ KAJGK FGWOt3g23573rq7fiqegeganyuiaegoaegoim.';kh,gj.dj,gaeinmegaufgFWUTQEKH QBGYUFAYUAGNOAGOIMOQEGTGYQENOYG J word really did appear to both cheer me up AND to make things worse... or he saw me starting to swerve for L*ona and felt that his position as #1 was being threatened and had to remind me about his presence/j

IT FR GIVES WEDDING... though my initial though when I saw the all black suit and the event name, Eternity Float, made me think "funeral"/a body set adrift in the sea). WEDDING DEFINITELY MAKES MORE SENSE THOUGH, those flower petals and the veil (?) are a dead giveaway. I did also notice that Jade is wearing his earring on the other ear in this art... Wonder if that has any meaning? Is Floyd maybe not going to the event and this is Jade's way of "including" his twin? Or maybe there's some other symbolism for it.

But I guess that brings up the question "who the heck is getting married????" 😭 Is it some Leech relative we haven't heard of before??? Or one of Rielle's older siblings (not confirmed to have siblings in canon, but Ariel has 6 older sisters so maybe Rielle has some too)??? (Malleus is a guest at the wedding so it's making me think a fellow royal is being hitched?) A business associate of Papa Leech??? Or maybe it's not an actual wedding at all, but a holiday that celebrates the marriage of the mermaid princess to a human prince--which has been brought up in lore multiple times. It was due to her efforts that the relationship between merfolk and humans was strengthened. Whatever the reason, I hope we can see the famous rainbow dessert soup with trident cookies that Ruggie talks about in his Halloween Dress vignettes... You use the cookie to stir the sky-blue soup, and then the soup turns 7 colors. It's a dish that's served only on special occasions in Coral Sea, one such occasion being weddings. Ruggie says that he used to work at a wedding venue, and it was very common for couples from the Coral Sea to request this soup at their weddings.

AaaaaaHhhhHhHhhhHhhhhhHhhhhHHHHHHH, I'm so excited!! I wonder who we'll meet???? Probably not both Leech parents since previous hometown events only included one new character... Their grandmother has also been mentioned, so she's a candidate as well. If my theory about it being a royal wedding or the celebration of the mermaid princess's marriage is true, then I see there being a strong case for Rielle's reveal as well. (Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling on the Savanna confirmed that the new characters are not always family members.) There's no confirmation of a future RSA arc or any information about book 8, so it's probably best not to get our hopes up too high for Rielle. I think we'll have a better idea of who it might be once the event synopsis actually drops later this month! For now, I can see it going many different ways.

[giantmonsterpolls]

Some paintings of kaiju that I’ve done since falling head-over-heels for the genre! Some of them have been posted to Tumblr before, but not most of them.

The first one here is a painting of Titanus Tiamat’s comic design I did for a friend’s birthday back in September 2022! One of the first pieces of kaiju fanart I ever did.

A Rodan from October or November of the same year, drawn from vague memory and without reference.

My MonsterVerse OC, Titanus Renanin, while under Ghidorah’s control during the Mass Awakening. April 2023.

A chalk painting of MonsterVerse Rodan. Also April 2023.

The graphic novel version of Nimona’s kaiju form, done to commemorate the movie’s release. I’ve shared this one here on Tumblr before. June 2023.

Redraw of the GxK “handprint” poster with my fangoji, Ascended!Goji. November 2023.

A scene of the Frost-Vark from Monarch: Legacy of Monsters. I looked at a star chart to get the constellations right. December 2023/January 2024.

My “Ten Years of the MonsterVerse” piece which has already been shared here, inspired by cave paintings, plus the concept/technique-testing art for it which I dubbed “Feeding Frenzy”. May and March 2024, respectively.

A redraw of the “moonrise” scene from Gamera 3: Awakening of Iris, featuring my redesign of her for Godzilla: Ascension. The sketch for this one sat in my files for a year or so, before I finally got around to finishing it in under a day in June 2024.

A skyscape featuring Jean Jacket from Nope. While I haven’t seen the movie, I’ve heard nothing but good things about it and her. Titled this one “The Hills Have Eyes”. July 2024.

A “still frame” from my Ultra Series project, Ultrawyrm Mira. I believe I was inspired by that ad for an Ultraman card game? October 2024.

A painting of Otachi to celebrate Double Event Day, also previously shared here. January 2025.

And lastly, my fan-version of Ghidorah (right) and a friend’s (left) mutually enjoying some ionospheric lightning. This is my first painting explicitly tied to the community roleplay that my friendgroup in the community has (while this scene specifically isn’t in it, these two Ghidorahs spend a lot of time together and have… something approaching a friendly relationship.) February 2025.