#Happy Birthday Holli!

[brinkworth]

I heard it was your birthday @heartofspells, so I wrote you a little crack fic as a gift. (curse?) Featuring Remus, who is just trying to print his smutty fanfiction and runs into printer trouble. Happy Birthday!

Tech Support

Remus can pinpoint the exact moment his bad luck started. He’d been working on a project, printing some of his favourite fanfiction. He liked the story so much that he wanted to put a physical copy on his shelf.

It was all going smoothly at first, his printer churning out pages, all with perfectly crisp black letters printed neatly in rows. He clapped his hands in celebration. At this rate, this project would be done in record time.

That’s exactly when the bad luck starts. The printer makes an alarming noise; the paper caught half in the printer and half out. After several angry beeps, the screen reads ‘Error - printer jammed. Please clear printer and try again.’

When he opens the machine, it’s full of paper jammed into every nook and cranny. Places he didn’t know paper could even go in a printer. The printer seems to fight him as he removes it. He has to press a foot against the desk for leverage to pull out a particularly stubborn piece and the printer makes an awful grinding noise. It’s later that he sees the warning message that says, ‘Do not remove paper by pulling in this direction.’

“Oops.”

Several hours later, he’s sitting next to a printer that no longer feeds paper at all as tech support tells him they’ll mail him a new one. It should be there in 7-10 business days.

This just won’t do. Remus doesn’t want to wait that long, so he makes a trek to the store and buys a new printer. Now he’ll have two, but they’re different. And he prints a lot, so it’s worth it. Only upon getting it home, the printer won’t print anything legibly. It all comes out looking like a copy of a copy of a copy. Remus spends hours adjusting settings and test printing.

In the end, he’s sitting next to a stack of badly printed pages of his favourite smutty fanfiction when he’s back on the phone with tech support.

“Hello, thank you for calling The Printer Company. My name is Sirius. How can I help you?”

“Er- yes, hello, I just purchased a new printer and I’m having trouble with the quality.”

Sirius is very nice and seems committed to fixing the problem. He has Remus test different settings and try again several times. After 45 minutes on the phone, though, they’ve accomplished nothing. It all looks the same, and Sirius is now just as frustrated as Remus.

“Will you send me a few photos of your printed pages? One good one from your old printer and one from your new printer,” Sirius asks. “It will help me see what the problem is, and I can share them with my supervisor, who might have an idea.”

“Oh - er - sure, yeah.” Remus replies, kicking himself immediately. He should have just hung up.

He suddenly feels too hot. He begins to root frantically through his stack of papers, to find ones that might be appropriate to send.

“Oh God, definitely not that one.” He thinks, more than once.

A few awkward minutes later, he’s found two pages that look fairly clean, though by the character names, it will be clear what this is, if Sirius has ever read one of the most popular book series ever written. WHY couldn’t these characters be named something normal? Like George and Henry…

He sends the photos and chews on his thumbnail as he waits for Sirius’ response.

“Oh, I see them right here,” Sirius says eventually. There’s a shuffling noise and Remus thinks he hears Sirius snort.

Sirius hums as if he’s studying them carefully. “I’m afraid I’m having a hard time telling these two apart...”

How is that possible? Remus wonders. They are so starkly different.

“I’m just going to read these out loud to verify which is which,” Sirius says. And Remus swears he can hear the man smirk through the phone.

Remus’ eyes widen. “Oh, of course, sure,” he blurts out and then kicks himself again.

As Sirius reads, Remus wants to crawl into a hole and die. The man takes his time, drawing it out, and reading more than must be necessary for what he needs.

“Yes, yeah, you’ve got that right,” Remus says in the end, just ready to be done with this.

Another 30 minutes later, Sirius has walked him through how to fix the printer and Remus is anxious to hang up before he can embarrass himself further.

“Thanks so much,” Remus says, his finger hovering over the end call button.

“Happy to help,” Sirius says. “And you have good taste, Remus.”

Remus’ head jerks back in surprise. “Sorry?”

“I’m partial to Heartofspells’ work myself, but this is good too.”

Remus is stunned into silence for a few moments before replying weakly. “Oh.”

“Have a good day, and feel free to ask for me personally if you need help again in the future.”

Remus bit back a smile. Maybe his luck wasn’t so bad after all.

[transflame]

Hap Birth @alley-cats-arts~

[moondrifterr]

HAPPY BRITHDAY SIMON PETRIKOV I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY!!!!! 🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎊🎊‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉

[lifedistractions]

Happy Birthday to bawdiestrhymester!

[alice-the-kittycat-yt]

Floofy cup.

And some Mugman.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUGMAN!!!!

[hollisartsblog]

guess who's birthday is today?

if you guessed "yours" you are right and you won 🏆 nothing!!! a little pic of me because it's been years since I did a face reveal, this will be the last one but still yuppie happy 21 years to me

outfit check! +slurp

bonus: me drawing with my gf' cat💗

happy birthday to me I guess

[dollywheeler]

October 19th, 1996

Dear diary,

Yesterday was so much fun! I haven’t been able to stop practicing Champagne Supernova all morning long. It’s still such a great song, and it’s even better now that I can play it myself.

It was weird leaving school with Mike yesterday though - first of all, to hang around after last period while everyone else rushed for the door, and then to wait as the school emptied out and Mike gathered his stuff. He had to make a detour past the office, so by the time we were on the parking lot it was basically empty.

I asked where Will was, and Mike explained that Will doesn’t have any classes on Friday afternoon so he went to pick up El from the greyhound terminal in Indianapolis. She is home again for a few weeks after spending the last two in Chicago with Max, Lucas, and Erica.

I was disappointed at first, but Mike assured me he’d be back for dinner. Just as I’d feared, it was awkward to be around Mike while it was just the two of us - I mean the only other time that has happened was when I was having a minor breakdown. It was a lot of awkward silence at first, asking stilted questions about how I was doing, and Mike tapping nervously on the steering wheel. I’d forgotten how twitchy he was, he manages to hide it well enough during class, but he does pace a lot, so that might be his outlet there.

Anyway, once he got back to his house it was a little easier - he got us something to drink and ran upstairs to grab his extra guitar - and then we settled into the sunroom to start practicing.

It was easy then - with the guitars between us like a barrier and having something to focus on that wasn’t each other. There was no expectation of talking about ourselves, no need to fill the awkward silence. The practice I got at at Stevenson’s paid off, as the intro to the song already went much smoother for me than it did Mike - I could even give him tips on shifting his fingers more easily.

By the time Will got back, I kind of regretted the interruption. It had been nice to spend time with Mike - after a while, it felt nothing like I’d feared; he didn’t make me feel small or like a child at all. For once, it felt like we were just friends hanging out. Even the moments where he was being too much of an annoying know-it-all older brother were strangely welcome.

I just don’t get why it couldn’t have been like this all along. Why, when he actually should have been my older brother, he was a million miles away.

I can’t think about it too much - I get too frustrated.

Anyway, Will got back and started on dinner while we continued playing. It was nice of him to cook for us so we could have more time to practice. Mom showed up right on time for dinner, and though tonight was a lot more casual than last time, it was just as nice. It's strange how quickly you can get used to something. Mike and mom mostly talked about Nancy and Jonathan’s latest work trip to Argentina. Apparently Nancy called right before mom was about to leave which is why she was a bit delayed. I think that made it easier for them - not having to focus on each other.

I’m sad I missed the call, so I might try calling her myself later tonight.

Anyway, I won’t get around to completing Song of Myself today as I’d planned, as dad and I are going on a spontaneous trip to the antiquities market in Bedford. I should have just asked Mike to read it to me while I was there yesterday. Hell, maybe I can convince Mike to just give me the cliff notes for Walden because I’m really not looking forward to having to read that next weekend. I already tried reading it once two summers ago, the last time we went to the lake, because it seemed appropriate, and it made me want to carve my eyeballs out from boredom.

I kept waiting for something to happen and all it did was make me want to rewatch Friday the 13th just so I could imagine someone chasing this guy around his cabin with an axe.

Anyway, I’m excited to go out with dad today. He’d just casually mentioned seeing an ad for the market during breakfast - I don’t think he was actually planning on going until I asked if we could go together so I’m glad I did. He doesn’t leave the house often enough these days. And I’ve barely seen him since school started because I’ve been so busy myself.

I heard him and mom arguing last night - though I couldn’t hear much, I’m pretty sure it was about having dinner at Mike’s. I really can’t fault him over it either. It’s just so confusing because Mike and mom talked much easier than last time, but seem to agree on not letting dad join us as well - I really don’t understand.

I know dad and him don't have much in common, but it’s not like they fought all the time either. Hell, dad doesn’t even yell ever - not even when Mike disappeared for hours on end and had mom worried out of her mind for the millionth time. I know I have no experience yet in being an adult but I’m sure having your parents over is just something you have to put up with - even if it’s against your will.

Besides, how can you actually learn to enjoy spending time with your parents when you never give them the chance? Nancy and mom get along better now than they ever did before. And sure, Nancy gets frustrated too sometimes with dad’s opinions, but she still comes over whenever she can and deals with it!

But what do I know, right?

Anyway, I really should be getting ready - dad wanted to leave before 11 and I have to be back in time for cheer practice.

Love, Holly

PS. Also mom called the developer and our homecoming pictures should finally be done sometime next week!!! I’m so excited to see how they turned out!

[psychhound]

Tabletop trick or treat! 🦇

hello jade!!

it seems only appropriate for this to be ... a trick!! and treat kinda :) three treats maybe. so everyone lets all go say

happy birthday @hmooncreates

you can check out hollis's itch here for lots of very fun and cool stuff!!

i want to highlight a few of his games even though definitely poke around through the whole library

in want of a match - yall its so fun. its so so fun. ive played it twice now and i cant wait to play again. in iwoam you play as two characters, one looking for their One True Match and one looking for an Opposites Attract. and its ... a dating sim!! you throw all your blorbos in a blender and then they go on silly dates. its a bit of a numbers game where youre trying to roll similarly to the character youre on a date with, and the table decides which traits you roll on your date. we played once with original characters (god they all became such freaks immediately) and then again using blorbos from other ttrpg games, and both were suuuch fun. the character creation is pretty simple but works really well for the game, and then you just put all the blorbos in a jar and shake em up to see what happens. we want to play a third time where we make a roll table of all our characters from other games, roll randomly to see who were playing, and then just let chaos ensue. its not a hard system to pick up at all, great for silly one shots (especially if someone cant make your usual game), and honestly is really flexible with how much roleplay you want to do for it. you can totally roleplay everything out or mostly stick with broad descriptions and just run up those numbers. tons of fun either way. sometimes the characters that end up being great matches numbers wise are like. absolutely hilarious (freak ass lesbians i love you)

for truth's sake series - for truth's sake is a series of games (with a free srd people have made cool stuff on) where you are an anthropologist studying a fantasy culture and writing an ethnography on it. its a medium crunch solo journaling game that has four really cool settings/cultures (urban witches, a werewolf neighborhood, an inn on the border of the feywild, and a high fantasy city) that all have a unique cast of characters, locations, events, and questions you get to ask the inhabitants. all the games are very fun, but i think my best experience with it was playing urban witches when hollis was over at my house and i was narrating my game out loud instead of writing it down. i was rolling SO DOGSHIT and it honestly became a bit of a slapstick comedy of my guy just absolutely whiffing it with this apartment complex of witches. i was weeping i almost lost the game on like. day three. astoundingly bad at talking to these witches. but all of them are very cool and very fun and devs out there should check out the srd too!!! a lot of the groundwork is laid out for you so you just get to make fun roll tables!!!

the fool who got married (extended edition) - this one is a duet+ epistolary game where one player is a young bride moving away with her husband during the 1840s california gold rush, and the other players are female family members whove been left behind. the main mechanic is that you are on a time limit of crane wives and oh hellos songs as you write your letters to each other, with each character archetype getting a different album they have to put on shuffle as they write. i will be totally honest i was NOT sure how this one was gonna play for me but i ended up really really liking it. i chose to play as the aunt and even though i only went through like five songs or something, she ended up being a really dynamic character and also, as is my way, a little nuts. getting into the mindset of these historical women to this modern music was a really interesting experience. so many of the songs like. really tap into female pain and rage in a way that transcends this time gap and really makes you feel for the character youre inhabiting. the lyric prompts under each song are really evocative, and honestly as someone who hates handwriting things because of hand pain the short time limit on the letters was honestly really helpful. this one is definitely niche but like. i really suggest trying it out. it might surprise you like it did me!!

i think hollis's birthday is as good an excuse as any to check out her games, and if you already have & like them, maybe go leave some comments and ratings too!! :D hollis is an up and coming developer and i cant wait to see the next games he has cooking (i know what they are and im chomping at the bit). so go check out!! give a rating!! give a follow!! you wont regret it !!

[tracingpatternswrites]

Fic rec time!

In honour of @heartofspells' birthday, and because my gift is late, I'm going to do a little fic rec list with my favourite fics of hers in the past year.

Please go read and drop her a comment because she deserves the world. Harry thinks his dad is lonely and decides to find Sirius a boyfriend.

Wolfstar

Multiplying Parents - T - 23k

This fic is SO CUTE, entirely told from nearly 8 year old Harry's POV. Harry thinks that his dad seems lonely, and he decides to find him a boyfriend.

"This isn't a date," he bites out, mostly due to confusion without any true ire. He turns to Remus, his face set into deep lines. "I don't have dinner." Remus takes a step backwards, and Sirius only then seems to realize the tone of his voice. "Shit. Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean – " "No, I'm sorry," breaks in Remus, shaking his head, taking another step back, moving away from the door. "I should have known. Harry said – " "Harry," groans Sirius, his head tipping backwards over his shoulders, eyes rolling to the ceiling. Andromeda turns, hiding a snicker. She catches sight of Harry peeking through the door and passes him a delightful grin.

Don't say sheep - T - 4k

Holli wrote this for my birthday and it's an entirely ridiculous little thing but it's so cute and so funny. Sirius and Remus are sheep farmers and Harry loves the sheep.

In hindsight, they probably should have thrown out the sheep costume.

Devil in the kitchen - T - 5k

I LOVE THIS. It's inspired by Rob Pattinson insane GQ interview during the pandemic and it's just so fucking funny.

Lily thinks James can't do anything without magic. She's right, of course, but it's not Sirius' place to agree with her, and at least he's entertained.

This Way We Fall - E - 81k

Holli's wonderful Big Bang fic from last year. It's so, so, so good and it deserves so much more. It's angsty and sad but has so much hope and Harry in this is just a fucking delight. Sirius' and Remus' relationship is so hard but also beautiful. This fic deserves so much more attention, please go read it and send it some love!

All he'd wanted was some time. Just a bit of time to get his head back on straight. But time had turned into two dead friends, twelve months spent in Azkaban that had felt like years, and a head more damaged than when he'd started. Blinded by distrust and grief, Sirius had turned his back on Remus, thinking it would cost him nothing while it had cost him everything. Now, five years later, drowning in his own fog of terrible days and worse actions, Sirius stands a small chance of gaining back some of what he's lost in the form of his godson once thought gone. The only thing that stands in his way is the man currently raising Harry; the man Sirius cast out of his life like broken shards of glass. Remus doesn't trust Sirius, but Sirius is determined to claw his way back and mend what once was broken by his own foolish hands.

Prongsfoot

CRuSH - E - 130k

This is a deliciously angsty Prongsfoot. The boy are such a mess and James is very different, but it works so perfectly. And everything just beautifully written.

After travelling around the world as a Healer for four years, Sirius thinks it should be simple to return home to aid his best friend through his divorce. James needs him, and Sirius misses his family. With their history locked away inside dorm room beds and dark corners of a castle once called home, Sirius is determined to move forward, convinced James barely remembers it at all. Attempting to reestablish the friendship they'd always had, Sirius is set on pretending it never happened, at least until he realizes the years away haven't changed the weight of the powerful spell James holds over him.

Anyway, that was it. Go, read, leave a comment or a kudo.

Happy Birthday, Holli!

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

@zhongrin, this one’s for you!! i’m a little late and i rushed to get this done between lectures but i hope you can feel my love anyhow; happy birthday!! i hope you have a great day and i wish you only the best for the new year and all the ones to come ♡ this was too long to drop it into your askbox, so i'm yeeting it at you this way

warnings: a little suggestive at the end, zhongli (that’s your warning right there)

A soft hum and the feeling of pillowy lips pressing against your temple roused you from your sleep. Slowly blinking the night from your eyes against the soft streaks of sunlight filtering through the curtains, your gaze focused on the smooth planes of muscle in front of you. You decided you might as well sleep in a little longer as you mushed your face into your husband’s chest.

Feeling the deep rumble of Zhongli’s chuckle against the side of your face, you exhale a soft sigh at the feeling of slender fingers running soothingly over your scalp, the sensation only aiding in lulling you back to dreamland.

“Good morning, my dear,” a deep rasp sounded from right above your ear. “As pleased as I am to see you find so much comfort in my presence, I am afraid I must rouse you all the same. After all, today is the day we celebrate your birth and I have a few things planned, which I hope will be to your liking.”

You merely give a half-conscious grumble which was probably more of an acknowledgement you heard him speak, rather than an expression of understanding what he was speaking about.

With an amused sigh, Zhongli slipped a strand of hair behind your ear. “I suppose letting you rest some more is just as well. There is no need to rush my appreciation for you, isn’t that right?” 

By the time you raised your head again, the sun had tracked a little farther in its endless cycle. After patting around on the bed, you quickly figured out what had caused you to wake up. Your lovely husband was nowhere to be found as you sat up on his side of the bed.

But you needed not search for him long as the door to your bedroom opened quietly and you were greeted by Zhongli and a tray full of breakfast, the fragrant aroma of tea driving more sleepiness from your senses.

“Ah you have finally awoken,” Zhongli mused, setting the tray aside to lean down and press a sweet kiss to your forehead. Much to your pleasure, he hadn’t dressed for the day yet, giving you a nice peek down the untied front of his robe. “Happy birthday, my dear. May this day be as pleasant and gratifying as all those to come.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, eagerly pulling him down for a proper kiss, breakfast almost forgotten. You could’ve lost yourself to the sensation of his soft lips against yours, yet your mortality came with the downside of needing air to breathe. With your chest rising and falling, your eyes found molten golden ones, as always utterly entranced by their depth. 

The rest of your morning was spent sharing breakfast, holding up food for the other to taste and sharing kisses in between bites. Then, you washed up and got dressed, all without haste, fleeting touches full of adoration sprinkled throughout.

You might not have remembered what Zhongli told you that morning but he held true to his word anyway. From walking around the harbour to filtering through the collection at Wanwen Bookhouse to indulging in your new purchase over a cup of afternoon tea and finally to an early dinner at Luili Pavilion, he had planned enough to never bore you but not enough to tire you; not that you could ever bore or tire of him in the first place. 

The setting sun painted the sky in gorgeous colours of pastel and ignited the leaves around you to glow all kinds of crimson and amber. Yet, on the hills on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, you had once again found an amber much more interesting to study.

Twisting in his protective hold, your palm came to hold the side of his face gently once more, your thumb tracing the sharp contours of his features in reference.

“I hope you found today to be enjoyable, my love.” A strong hand softly caressed the length of your spine, the fingers of his free hand tracing the length of your collarbone. In contrast to the size of his fingers, his touch was as soft as a feather, treating you like the finest china under his care. “For you, I wish to give only the best. I will never leave you wanting; if it’s in my power to give, you shall have it. That is my promise to you, now and forever.”

The sincerity, deep as his voice, had goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch and you had to exhale sharply to ground yourself. Running your hands over the front of his fine coat, you didn’t stop the smile from playing around your lips. “Today was perfect, thank you, dear. But since you brought it up… there is something I’m wanting.”

“Oh?” Catching onto the playfulness of your tone, one of his brows raised in curiosity. “And what would that be? I’ll be sure to satisfy your every need.”

“I’m sure you won’t mind granting this wish of mine.” You couldn’t help but grin at his choice of words, no doubt you were of the same mind here. Pushing your palms against his sturdy chest, the former geo archon was pliant under your will and slowly laid down on the blanket covering the ground.

With both his hands resting on your hips, fingers grazing the dips of your hips and the plush softness of your thighs, you merely gazed down at each other for a few moments, ingraining the sight of each other into memory like countless times before. Gloved fingers tangled with yours as your husband brought them up to his lips, looking up at you through the lashes of his half-lidded eyes. Despite the seeming innocence of the action, this kiss in particular had your skin heating up more than any of the previous ones you had shared.

“It will be my pleasure, my love.”

[astraeajackson]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTEMIS FOWL YOU ABSOLUTE GENIUS AND MY RELUCTANTLY REFORMED CRIMINAL MASTERMIND NO MATTER WHAT MYLES SAYS HE WILL NEVER BE BETTER THAN YOU POOKIE YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH SO ENJOY YOUR FIVE YEARS CHILLING IN SPACE WITH BUTLER

FAV ARTEMIS FOWL QUOTE: if i win, i'm a prodigy. if i lose, then i'm crazy. that's the way history is written.

[columba1234]

A Holly, Jolly Christmas

Merry Christmas to both Hollies and Happy late Birthday to our favourite princess Holly! (23/12)

[almighty-axolotl]

these homies are dissing your girl. what do you do ??

(happy birthday weezer <3)

[samskaterguy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HOLLY AND POPPY O'HAIR!! 🪮✂️🪷🪻

(June 19th!)

[fairyqueenfleur]

Happy unofficial birthday to our favourite princess: Holly Thistle (23/12)

[coreen0]

26/06: HOLLY'S BIRTHDAY !!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY MY LIL BABYGIRL I LOVE YOUU

When I thank you for all the support towards Flora, I kinda meant all the support towards Holly, seeing as she became basically the face of it. Full photo + designs below the cut

The photo here is of her very first birthday, when she turned 5 years old

And here are the design sketches for Holly MK1 and kid Rhode that I used for the photo :)