#Author Birthday

[bed-chemist]

Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know?

it's my birthday and i got my master's degree yesterday! celebrate with me by reading one of my fics. I'll be updating them soon. <3

─⋆ ❝all-american bitch❞ bodyguard michael b. jordan x president���s daughter oc ─⋆ ❝sweetest pie❞ chef joel x baker oc ─⋆ ❝karma�� frat boy harry styles x sorority girl oc

love you all and thank you for a great year!

[raijin-tribe]

🎂 Happy Birthday, Hiro Mashima!

[wellesleybooks]

Happy Birthday Agatha Christie

Born: September 15, 1890, in Torquay, United Kingdom Died: January 12, 1976, in Winterbrook, United Kingdom

(Who doesn't love an author photo with piles and piles of books.)

[suguruslut]

HAPPY BDAY TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE LITERARY HUSBAND🪲🩷

[gildedbearediting]

International Strange Music Day on Paulo Coelho's Birthday

2024 has felt like a wild year, and it feels right to be celebrate strange music and Paulo’s birthday together. Many would recognize Paulo for his writing, but most notably ‘The Alchemist’. However, it wasn’t until I dug around online that I found that he’s also a poet and lyricist. Songs that he’s written can be found on Genius. I took this opportunity to see what else Paulo has done, and get…

[snakegorl212006]

Birthday update

Today's my birthday so I deceided to hold an "event" where i answer all questions about any of the Twist au's i write about and take in other request that is or is not twist related. this is also the time where I open questions about myself and I will answer the best I can.

while that's happening I'll continue doing my best and push past my writers block and updates any headcanons i have lined up in all that i write. so I thank everyone for your patient

I'll also take a gamble of adding new content which includes

-Vertual Novels (mostly yandere ones)

-OC content

-more digital art

-new twist au's

-anime/manga content

lastly thank you for the support you all have given me :)

[mbilmey]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR WALTER SCOTT

The oldest book I have is this copy of Old Mortality (debatably--I have one Scott book that I can't date).

Periodically I think maybe I've over hyped him, and then I read another of his books and he proves himself again.

[thatsbelievable]

[sensitiveheartless]

(Adam, internally: *takes a billion pictures of Chuuya laughing*)

[jesncin]

Considering how shitty the current situation is it's good to still see your work, thanks for still bringing a bit of joy to our lives

I hope you at least enjoy next week

Because (and I say this to keep the tradition going) Birth

aaw ominous birth messages anon! Genuinely, I'm so sorry with how cruel and difficult the world has been lately. I'm glad that this silly blog can bring you comfort when times are difficult.

have a little hopeful Superman for the hard times. He's holding all the joy and wonder of the world in his hands. Be safe.

[wellesleybooks]

Happy Birthday Robert Frost Born March 26, 1874 in San Francisco Died January 29, 1963 in Boston

To the Thawing Wind

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate’er you do tonight, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit’s crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o’er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door.

[pxgeturner]

The manager at Gimnasio Dorado has just posted a peek at his file and boxing stats for double world champ “THE BEAR” O’HARA. here it is!:

[kusakichan15]

Mobius's day off 💕✨

[dancingwiththoughts]

Cherry Flavored Kisses

Lucifer poked his head into the room. It was dark, the red curtains drawn closed so very little light entered the space.

“Al?” He whispered.

The lump in the bed rolled over, messy red and black hair peeking out of the covers. Glowing red, rheumy eyes opened, looking sleepy and glazed locked on to his own red pupils.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Lucifer gave an awkward half smile, stepping completely into the room.

“What’re you doing here?” Alastor slurs out.

His radio filter was gone, the crackling sound from the sore throat instead of the usual static. The sheets rustle as he slowly sits up.

“Came to see you, it’s probably boring being stuck by yourself.”

Lucifer sat down on the bed next to him, running his gloved claws through Alastor’s hair. It was tangled and sweat-soaked, dampening Lucifer’s silk gloves.

Approximately a day ago, Alastor had come down to the kitchen looking haggard and pale, nose snotty and red. Of course, as soon as Charlie saw him, she shoved him into the bedroom and put him in ‘quarantine’ so to speak. And sure, Lucifer understood his daughter’s actions. She was trying to avoid anyone else getting sick, which was smart. What kind of reputation would they and the hotel have if they started a Hell-wide epidemic? So yeah, he understood perfectly!

Well, he understood until she stopped him from going in.

His fingers attempted to fix the matted mess that was his lover’s hair, but it was kind of pointless. The ill demon pulled away from his touch, waved locks snagging in Lucifer’s claws as he hid in the duvet.

“You shouldn’t be here, I’m gonna get you sick,” Alastor rasped, voice muffled by the sheets.

“It’s fine. Besides, it’s not like anyone will let me out,” Lucifer countered.

“And why is that?”

Alastor’s head peeked back out, and he offered a questioning, albeit exhausted, look.

“Well… I may or may not have, uh, convinced everyone else that I’m sick too…?” He gave a sheepish smile.

“You what?” Alastor coughed out, emitting a wet, rattly noise as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, “Why on earth did you do that?”

“Cause I wanted to see you!” Lucifer shot back, a little exasperated.

“And I mean, it’s not like it was hard, I just,” he waved a hand in front of his face, and a flush and bags to rival Alastor’s appeared on his face, “Alakazam?”

Alastor gave a hoarse groan, flopping back down in irritation. He sniffled, the sound bubbling with thick congestion, before coughing again and scrubbing at his nose. He looked so much like a grumpy child that Lucifer nearly snorted with laughter.

“You’re an idiot,” he huffed, reaching for the bag of cough drops Charlie had shoved under the door, “You likely won’t have to pretend for long, I give it an hour before you’re sick too.”

“Oh please, I’m not the one with the immune system of a Victorian child from the 20th century,” Lucifer elbows him teasingly.

“It’s not my fault that Velvette has no sense of decorum and decided to sneeze in my face,” he sniffled out of indignance and sickness, popping a cough drop into his mouth.

“I know, I know. I doubt I’ll catch this though. Benefits of angelic blood, I don’t get sick much.”

“Still, you’re betting on a chance?” Alastor raised an eyebrow, “I reiterate, quite idiotic.”

“Yeah, but you’re worth getting sick,” Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor, their faces mere inches apart.

“You know, you’re making your chances worse by doing… this,” he rasps, gazing at him through half lidded eyes.

“And?” Lucifer was so close that he could feel Al’s warm breath on his skin, “You know you better not sneeze on me.”

“No guarantees,” Alastor sniffs, “It’s your own fault if it happens. Betting health in this particular situation is stupid. I’m surprised you want to engage in such close- contact activities while I’m drowning in my own mucus.”

“Not as gross as when Char-Char wet the bed when she was four and she had been sleeping with me,” He shot back.

Alastor gave a weak chuckle, gazing lazily into the fallen angel's eyes.

“It may be the fever talking, but I’m slightly less irritated than I feel I should be,” Alastor mumbles.

“Oh yeah?” Lucifer leaned closer, their lips so close.

…

Lucifer could taste the flavor of the cherry cough drop when he broke the kiss. He licked his lips, the bittersweet flavor lingering.

“Once again, you’re showing an awful lot of stupidity. How is such an idiot the king of Hell?” Alastor murmurs, sounding a tad bit breathless.

“Please, you haven’t seen stupid yet…”

When Charlie came by that evening to deliver dinner and Alastor’s next dose of medication, she saw the demon and fallen angel cuddled together, both fast asleep. She rolled her eyes at her fathers now normal appearance, devoid of the feverish flush that he had presented earlier.

She had known from the start that he was faking, it was painfully obvious that he had been masking his normal appearance with his shapeshifting. He had seemed almost proud of the fact that he was ‘ill’ too, and had been a bit awkward about it. It was also obvious that he was just trying to get into the room with Alastor after she had explicitly said that no one was to go in and risk it spreading to the rest of the hotel.

She was tempted to be mad. To scold him for risking everyone else's health. But then she thought about how she would act if Vaggie was the sick one. Frankly, she would be the exact same if kept from her angel. Especially if Vaggie was sick like Alastor was, Charlie wouldn’t want to leave her alone.

So in a way, Charlie understood. She couldn’t stay mad, especially with how cute the two of them looked cuddled together.

She left the tray of goodies on the nightstand, sneaking out and flipping the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door and leaving the two demons to sleep.

And besides, Lucifer’s punishment was served when he woke up with a sore throat.

[michaeldrawrrett]

"It went by the name of the Luggage. Why it consented to be owned by Rincewind was something only the Luggage knew, and it wasn't telling, but no other item in the entire chronicle of travel accessories had quite such a history of mystery and grievous bodily harm." My right wrist hurt like Buggery today, so please enjoy A left-handed Luggage to mark what would have been Terry Pratchett's 75th birthday