#HIS BIRTHDAY WAS LIKE A MONTH BACK

[bleep-bloop-boo]

What’s your new scar?

my brother scratched me for singing hot to go and doing the dance 😔 (i was doing it to bother him- ) proof hes homophobic, we should cancel him /j

[hivemindscape]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOU!!!

Fluff for the occasion!!! set in 2015; in the current day and age he's turning 25 which is crazy, hope mans nailing adulthood

bonus air kiss to my fellow queers and especially aspecs:

[ofbardsandmen]

thinking about this image again... siiighhhhh

[crabsnpersimmons]

Voice Cast: Donnie Osmond

some of you may have already seen a preview of this guy, but here he is!

this is Eddie! my Eclipse OC, who i've been brainrotting about lately

Eddie used to be a performer, singing and dancing on stage as part of a touring show. He fell in love with another performer, who shared his dream of having a big family some day. but as a robot and a human, they didn't believe it was possible for them. His love eventually left the show to elope with another man—a human man. Years later, they reunite, but she is alone and pregnant. Due to complications during childbirth, his love passes away, leaving behind her twin infants, whom she named Solomon and Lunete. After that, Eddie decides to retire from the stage to raise the twins.

While he misses the stage, he tries his best to be the best father he can be for his kids.

[doctorsiren]

Like with any media I get into, an AU is sure to follow, so here’s something @sleepysquib and I have been cooking up!

We wanted Haibara to live, that was it :D

Here’s a “brief” summary of his whole deal:

During August 2007, his second year at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, he went on a mission with fellow second year Nanami Kento. The mission’s level turned out to be higher than expected. Haibara received critical wounds, but was able to escape with Nanami with their lives. He was healed by Shoko’s reverse curse healing technique.

After his brush with death, he realized that he needed to be taking this more seriously. That, combined with Geto’s betrayal, led him to becoming less naive. However, he didn’t want to lose his positivity, so he focused on increasing his abilities through his emotions, eventually becoming promoted to Grade 1.

After graduation, Nanami still ran from the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, while Haibara stayed in that world. He saw his role as something akin to a superhero, and took it in stride, calling himself “Cupid” and being very public about his status. He quickly became popular and gained a fanbase, taking pictures and signing autographs for them when he has time.

Being received well by the media and being good on camera, Haibara became somewhat of a PR boy for the jujutsu sorcerers. He could make a bad situation sound less terrible through his natural charm.

Nanami and Haibara remained best friends during the time that Nanami was working as a salaryman. Eventually, Nanami learned the bakery lesson and realized his place was as a sorcerer. He returned to that life and was quickly paired with Haibara for many missions.

Haibara knows that the world isn’t the happy place he wishes, but he tries to be the change he wants to see and spreads positivity. He also does this in hopes of lessening the amount of cursed spirits created by the negative emotions of humans.

As a result of always expressing positivity, his negative emotions are naturally bottled up. He does this on purpose, stockpiling his negative emotions so he can release and harness their power if a battle becomes that dire. His last resort is to unleash his negative emotions, which increases his power greatly for a brief period of time. After this burst of power, he is left exhausted and drained and will need to recover. He is aware that he is being “toxically positive” but does so to increase his power with negativity later.

He doesn’t express joy all the time and doesn’t force himself to express it every moment of the day, but he will always express positivity in public and during battles to keep up morale and his image (although he doesn’t care about image in a narcissistic way).

He is liked by most people and others vent and confide in him. The personal sharing of their negative emotions adds to that stockpile that he can use if necessary.

Haibara tries to not express his own negative emotions to others because it will decrease that stockpile inside and he knows he needs to save that for dangerous battles. He knows it’s not healthy but he does it for the good of Japan, seeing himself as a superhero.

Much like a cursed spirit, his greater power increases when those around him have expressed negative emotions, but he doesn’t like to acknowledge the fact that he has something in common with cursed spirits.

Lives by the mottos of “With great power comes great responsibility” and “greet the world with open arms”

[tboymordred]

decided to touch up mordred's ref a little, since its a little old and rushed and not as detailed as some of the other refs ive been making. I'm quite proud of the difference ^__^ <3

+ bonus pre-camlann boy prince edit. for myself

[skunkes]

[chiropteracupola]

lhqr outfit musings... (underlayers, everyday outfits, performance / out on the town outfits)

[svnflowermoon]

uh hi

[vee-is-a-clown]

Happy birthday, Keith!

[sodaneko]

how am i supposed to work under these conditions

the conditions:

[raddest-laddest]

ok. someone’s gonna have to come get my dad or i’m gonna tweak.

[magdaclaire]

and when i write a fic about bobby callin ellen in a panic because dean, sixteen years old, has been left by john at sonny's and there's nothing he can goddamn do. what then

[ilovettrpgs]

[ikesenwritings]

The Seasons and Love Languages

[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents

<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>

“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.

“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”

“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”

The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.

“Why have we stopped?”

She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.

Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.

“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”

“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.

She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.

“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”

“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”

They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.

“Newt, ol’ boy!”

“Isaac, you made it!”

“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”

“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”

“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”

“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”

“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.

“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”

“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.

Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.

Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.

Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.

“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.

“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.

A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“Where is this coming from?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“From me.”

Simple. Simple and so freely given.

‘I love you.’

“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”

And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.

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A/N

The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!

[etapereine]

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