#Happy birthday to a lovely and dear friend

[bastetwastaken]

Happy Birthday @puzzl-d !

You deserve all the nice things my friend and nothing but happiness. I hope you have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are <3

Have a short fic inspired by your love for catboys as a gift <3 <3

His tail flicked impatiently as he waited for his boyfriends to come home. He looked at the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor once more then sank to his knees to rearrange them for the hundredth time. 

He huffed out a breath as he sat back on his heels, looking around the room which he’d almost completely rearranged for this evening. The sofa had been pushed back against the wall of shelves, the armchair shoved into the corner, all of their cushions missing and now forming part of the huge pile in the middle of the room. 

He’d taken care to include all of his boyfriends favourite things. He had Yami’s favourite furry blanket with its many holes draped over one side of the pile of cushions, Atems favourite plush and oversized hoody on the other. He even had the heating pad on to warm up the cushion pile for Atem too, mindful of his boyfriends eternal hatred of the cold but constant refusal to wear proper clothing. 

Now all he had to do was wait, but for him, waiting was the hardest part. 

He sighed and pushed himself up off the floor, the small bell jingling on his collar as he moved. It was originally just a joke, an offhand comment by Yami that he should wear a bell so they knew where he was in the house after too many occasions of him accidentally scaring his lovers but it had become part of his wardrobe now. 

He loved the way Yami would smile when he saw it, and how Atem would playfully flick it  with his fingers whenever boredom struck to make it ring. 

As he crossed the room his ears flicked back toward the door, the sound of someone walking down the hall of their apartment complex drew his attention but the sound of the footsteps told him it was just their neighbour coming home. 

He placed his hands on the window ledge and peered out of the glass, wondering where his lovers were. 

They’d only gone out for snacks, Yami had insisted on joining Atem because Atem couldn’t possibly be trusted to get his favourite brand of chips or the right kind of ice cream. When Atem had suggested that Yami simply go instead of him, Yami had been offended at the very notion that he should set foot outside and have to socialise alone. 

He smiled to himself as he looked down the street in the direction of the store he knew they’d gone to. They should be back any moment and Yugi was ready to surprise them with an evening of games, movies, snacking and hopefully cuddling. 

They didn’t do this often enough with their busy work schedules and other commitments and he missed it. He missed feeling the heat of his boyfriends either side of him, to have his fur and skin warmed by theirs and be able to enjoy their company without any other distractions. 

He turned away from the window, his long tail curled around his humanoid body instinctively. A nervous habit he had developed years ago when he had moved to the city. 

He ran his hands over the soft fur aimlessly as he tried to be patient for his boyfriends return. It wasn’t that he minded being home alone, in fact, he actually liked it but after the week he’d had at work he just wanted some time with those who loved him most. 

A chance to spoil his boyfriends, to show them how much he cared and reconnect with them in a way which they’d only ever done once before. 

The large nest of pillows and blankets had warmed his heart to see that first time, when he’d come home to both of his boyfriends standing in the hallway, they’d taken his hands and pulled him into the living room faster than he could ask what was happening and dragged him onto the soft pile where they’d proceeded to do nothing but love him for the entire evening. 

He wanted to return that favour and show them that he would do the same for them. 

With a smile on his face, he turned on the TV, loaded up their favourite game and dropped the controllers onto the floor near their nest, making sure everything would be within reach and he wouldn’t have to get back up after they got comfortable unless it was absolutely necessary.

A key in the lock had him jumping to attention, tail fluffing in a defensive reaction to being so suddenly jerked out of his thoughts, ears back and heart beating faster.

“You have such little faith in me.” Atems warm voice soothed him and calmed his body’s reactions. “I would have done just fine on my own.” 

Boots were kicked off, falling with soft thuds onto the mat near the door. 

“You keep telling yourself that.” Yami’s teasing voice made him smile. “But without my help, you’d have been lost.” 

“Hey, I’m capable of doing things.” Atem said, his tone suggesting he was wearing the adorable pout on his face which Yugi knew Yami would do anything to see. His voice became louder as they walked toward the room Yugi was standing in. “Yugi, my love, tell our darling Yami that I’m capable.” 

“You’re proving my point by running to our love.” Yami said. 

Atem entered the room first, saw Yugi standing in the centre over the next of pillows wearing his comfiest clothes and he paused, head tilted to the side, eyes wide and attentive. Yami had to step around him to see what had their boyfriend stuck. 

“Oh.” Yami said, a smile slowly spread over his face, his large black ears standing to attention and tail curling at the end. “A surprise? For us?” 

“Yep.” He smiled, tail flicking happily as he stepped toward his boyfriends. “I know we’ve all been so busy recently and I think we deserve a night off.” 

Atem and Yami looked at each other, huge smiles on their faces as they turned back to him. 

“I agree.” Atem said as he moved closer, dropping the paper bag onto the floor next to the nest then reaching for him. Yugi took his hand and held his other hand out to Yami. “You deserve a night like this.” 

He blushed, his tail quivered excitedly as Atem pulled him closer. Yamis hand brushed through his hair slowly and down the back of his neck, the short fur there standing to attention as his boyfriend's hand passed. 

“You do.” Yami said softly, leaning into him and nudging his head gently under Yugi's jaw, ears rubbing against his neck before he moved away and Atem repeated the gesture on his other side. 

He laughed happily, pulling on his boyfriends hands as he stepped back into the room, the others following him eagerly. 

“Go get changed, then we can get settled and not move for the rest of the night.” He said, dropping their hands and smiling at them. 

There was no response but both of his boyfriends hurried out of the room toward their bedroom and Yugi waited patiently for their return, wondering who would get back to him soonest. 

Atem was obviously the fastest, smiling at him as he stepped back into the room, loose comfy pants covering his legs but no shirt, as usual. His boyfriends body was always a welcome sight though, soft dark orange fur on his sides and lower back blended seamlessly with his brown skin.

He looked comfortable and at ease, but Yugi could tell he was cold. 

The weather was turning after all, and despite them keeping their apartment warm, Atem was never warm enough. 

He scooped up the hoody he’d laid out earlier and held it open for Atem who seemed ready to object but a shiver muted his words. Atem slid his arms into the hoody, a soft purr reached Yugi's keen ears and he laughed happily as Atem turned back to him. 

When Atems arms opened for him he was already meeting him halfway, his hands slid into the open hoody and over Atems soft fur, reaching around to his back as he was pulled closer. 

Atems purr rumbled quietly in his chest and Yugi felt it as if it was his own. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the side of Atems, his chin on his shoulder as he listened to his boyfriends content purrs. 

“Ugh, I leave you two alone for a moment.” Yami’s voice was full of amusement even though he tried to hide it. 

His eyes opened and he saw Yami standing in the doorway, an oversized and long-sleeved shirt hanging perfectly off him and a soft smile on his face. 

“You’re always welcome to join us.” He said. 

Yami smiled as he walked closer, his long fluffy tail swaying behind him with each step until he reached them. Yami leaned against Atems back and nudged his nose against Yugis lovingly, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before moving away and stepping around them. 

“Come on you two.” Yami said. “Stop delaying the inevitable.” 

“And what’s that?” Atem asked as he stepped away from him. 

Yugi turned to find Yami sitting in the nest of pillows smiling smugly up at them, game controllers in his hands. 

“Me beating you both.” Yami said. 

“Oh, don’t make me have to take you down.” Atem said with a laugh as he took his place on the other side of the nest. 

“You couldn’t even if you tried darling.” Yami said smugly. 

“Relax you two.” Yugi said as he sat down between them, taking a controller from Yami and leaning back against the pillows behind him. “If anyone’ll be beating you, it’s me.” 

“I love that confidence.” Atem said with a laugh, shuffling closer to him as he leaned back and looked up at the TV in front of them. 

Yami laughed and settled on his other side, starting the game. 

………..

The games had long since finished, all three of them more content to just lay together and do nothing instead of having to think. 

Yugi wasn’t complaining. 

He sighed happily as Yami brushed his face against his shoulder, a large black ear flicked him in the chin and he laughed. His hand slid down Atems hoody and under it, brushing through soft orange hued fur. 

“This is nice.” He said softly. Yami hummed in agreement and Atem laughed, his lips brushing against the side of his neck. 

“It is.” Atem said, a quick kiss was placed above his collar and he laughed. “You always take such good care of us.” 

“I love you both.” He said, rubbing his head against Atem then turning to do the same to Yami. “So much.” 

“We love you too.” Yami said happily, shuffling closer and rubbing his head under his jaw. 

He knew what he was doing, as did Atem, but he also knew that Yami wouldn’t actually ask for what he wanted. He looked at Atem who smiled at him mischievously then they both moved at the same time. 

Atem used his hold on Yamis hand to pull him over Yugi whilst he slid to the side fast enough for Yami to fall between him and Atem, his expression forced into one of shock but they both knew that Yami wasn’t really shocked at what they’d done. 

He knew that Yami was right where he wanted to be. 

With a laugh he curled around his boyfriend, his tail claiming one of Yamis legs just because he could. He rubbed his head against Yami, his ears brushed against his soft skin and through styled hair. 

He knew Atem was doing the same and Yami tried to swat at them both but the deep rumbling purr he could hear and feel gave away just how much he enjoyed the attention. 

Atem answered with a loud purr and small chirping sound which Yugi adored hearing. Yugi didn’t purr, he wasn’t sure he could, but he did answer his boyfriends sound with one of his own, smiling when Yami answered him too.  

He smiled when he felt Atem take his hand which was resting over Yamis stomach, he looked up to find Atem smiling softly at him, his eyes closed in a slow blink which Yugi mirrored. 

Yami laughed under them and nudged his head against Atems, demanding his attention and Yugi was only too happy to let Yami have this moment. He had all the love he needed after all just being here with these two people who had changed his life for the better. 

He dropped his head to nuzzle against the soft black fur on the side of Yami’s neck, rubbing his face affectionately against his boyfriends and letting the resulting purr warm his heart whilst his boyfriends and the blanket nest around them warmed his body.

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If you guys like catboys, and boys having a good time, you should 100% go check out the wonderful Monarch fic Puzzle is writing at the moment- Strawberry

[yooboobies]

angel sunshine for an angel sunshine | for @huhfeatjhope

[llemon-soda]

akishinji doodles...

[higherhell]

"Mutt" (May 22, 2024 - Clip Studio Paint)

A tribute to the album of the same name, by Eros Blindfold.

[mikefrawley]

Happy Birthday Wishes

Happy Birthday wishes My friend most dear May your birthday Be the first day Of a wonderful year While small in stature You shine like a star And I pray you always remember How loved you truly are

[charterandbarter]

a (spoiler-free!) summary of one reader's journey through The Ending of Han Sooyoung, by yellow_caballero (@yellowocaballero)

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes // Quotes: Homestuck, TV Tropes // Andrew Hussie, Homestuck, Act 5 Act 1 // unknown (original webweave linked) // Philippe Besson, Lie With Me // Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out // Catherynne M. Valente, What the Dragon Said: a Love Story // Anis Mojgani, For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time (aka Quentin) // singNsong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 377, Ep. 72 // Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping // singNsong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 94, Ep. 19 all other quotes were taken from various chapters of The Ending of Han Sooyoung

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[mel-loly]

-Happy Birthday, Nys!!🧡✨

@nysnextd00r

[wanderlustmagician]

Summary:

In which, Wild forgets… but his brothers remember.

For @hotcheetohatredwastaken

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEEPS <3

I hope the day is filled with lots of fun and lemon Bundt cake. I’ll eat one in your honor today. 🫡

[deadpoets]

genuinely, thank you to everyone who sent me a birthday wish ! ! ! i am giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead (if you're cool with that) through the phone <3 <3 <3

[fluffy-anna]

I'm posting a letter for my best friend I am so excited, it's for her birthday I love her so so so so so so so so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Posting this at 3 am as I need to get up at 7 to go to my exam but I love her

[thedeadthree]

SCARLET; the corpo -> CYBERPUNK 2077

— OCS + THE HOLIDAYS // for @marivenah and happy birthday!

[aflamethatneverdies]

Wrote the nichest of crossovers for the dearest of friends! Happy Birthday dear Autumn @midautumnnightdream

Am really pleased about all the Romantic references I managed to squeeze in this so putting it here too, because why not.

There was a knock at the door to the captain’s cabin. The flourishing strokes of the pen on the paper cease. The ship, which was a rather large Frigate, was equipped as such, except, it would perhaps surprise the readers a little that it was floating in space. The stars stretched out across, as guiding lights, where lighthouses would have served that purpose on the rough seas. 

“Enter.” The captain’s tone was brusque. 

“Captain,” the boatswain began hurriedly, before the cook moved forward. 

“Look what we found, stowing away. A little bilge rat.” The cook held up a small struggling child by the scruff of his collar. “Want me to throw him out into space?” he grinned looking at the child’s face which turned pale. 

“I may be a rat, but you’re a pig, the way you give the entire crew so little grub and keep the rest of the ingredients to sell at the nearest ports for ready money.” the child retorted. 

“Captain, we can’t have a child onboard the ship,” the boatswain said, ignoring this remark and the cook’s look of outrage. “What should we do about this?” The captain paused and chuckled a little, “Young man, I don’t know how many ships you’ve been on but the number one rule is to never antagonise the ship’s cook.”

“I like you.” the child said, still struggling in the air and trying to free his collar. 

“What’s your name?” 

The child paused to consider, “Why should I tell you that? What’s yours?”

The captain for his part laughed loudly, “Oh, put him down, Berric.”

The child stood tall and brushed his dark blue cape with his hands, in the background the dark expanse of space was visible from the porthole while the wooden interior was brightly lit. 

The captain smirked, “Leave us Berric and Laron. I want to have a discussion with this young man.”

The child grinned as he looked at the disgruntled faces of the boatswain and the cook, who nodded and then closed the door. 

“Jehan, I want to know your opinion on this matter too.” the captain turned round and addressed the air languidly. With a shock the child saw an apparition emerge in a sailor’s coat and he was left stunned for a moment. 

“What?” the child whispered to himself looking around in confusion. 

The apparition or the strange figure, who had an intensely sorrowful look in his eyes was dressed in a long frock coat which was perhaps more maroon than red and a doublet or a vest of a bright purple colour and long sailor's boots; this would have made him stand out everywhere and he attracted attention here too, and a feeling like he had walked out of a play or a medieval pirating expedition.  

“He reminds me of Gavroche,” the captain sighed, stroking his beard and gazing far away into the depths of an unknown past, it seemed to the child, “I’m inclined to keep him around. But the crew–”

He is certainly very interesting as a study,” Prouvaire whipped out his magnifying glass to observe the small child who was gazing at him defiantly, hands folded across his chest. 

“Ah! This locket is very charming. And perhaps very old. A family heirloom?” Prouvaire asked. 

“Don’t touch this!” the child retorted loudly glaring at Prouvaire, his face scrunched up in irritation, and then tried to gauge the captain’s face and see if this would make him throw him out. Prouvaire seemed delighted by this response. 

“I think we should keep him, Bahorel.” Prouvaire said. “We can be the guardians of this unfortunate child.”

“We don’t know anything about him. Besides, he looks far too young to even be a cabin boy.” 

“I’m not. I’m–” the child searched around for an age he could give and settled on seventeen because that seemed to him a large enough number in human years (he assumed they were humans from a backwater planet Earth he had heard about, they did not seem to belong to any of the regions of space he was familiar with). Twenty was also the limit to which he could count currently, his space faring people relying on a mixture of mathematics and music to gauge distances, “I’m seventeen.” 

“No you’re not, I’m sure of that.” Bahorel grinned, “Though I appreciate the lie. And won’t ask how old you are.”

“I can do the work on ships, I'm used to it.” The child looks at them defiantly, “And the name’s Marvelous by the way.”

“Well, you have put me in the second serious situation. With your age and us being pirates against the Zangyack now.”

“What was the first?” The child was sneaking glances at this captain. 

“Oh, dying I suppose. More than twice at least in the span of two hundred or so years. Wouldn’t recommend it especially, but old wounds now, eh Jehan?” Bahorel placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. 

The ghost-like figure had tears in his eyes, which he finally let flow, making the child, Marvelous, shift a little, feeling sorry for the ghost he had met. He moved forward to pet the translucent figure’s hand and the bird-like ghost acknowledged it from his seat near the window, holding Marvelous’ hand in his. 

“It makes one weary– this living and dying on this mortal coil. This loss of the most beloved of friends.” The ghost gave a sniffle as his mind drifted to a hot June morning, the 5th to be precise, of the year 1832 and to a particular gathering of friends in Corinthe (we will learn later why), and then went back to being cheerful, “I am Prouvaire by the way, Jean Prouvaire, sometimes known as Jehan among those of a poetic disposition.”

Bahorel laughed and translated, “Jehan is a poet so he adds an affectation to his name.”

“It’s not just poets who do that. Marvelous is quite a name. Tell me where did you find it?” Prouvaire turned his gaze to the child. Marvelous grinned, “It fell from space.” He wasn't sure if he should as yet share that he had chosen it as his space pirate identity deliberately.

Prouvaire nodded approvingly at this response, it seemed if not completely poetic then at least mysterious and he appreciated that quality in a pirate recruit, “Tell me young space pirate, have you ever visited the moon? I have some affection for it, such that I am writing an epithet in its honour. Two more verses and then my agonies will have ended, until a new beauty captures my heart.”

Bahorel laughed, “Jehan, Marvelous will not care for your poetry about the newly discovered moons of Planet Eistla.”

"Why not? To think they are always discovering new moons and different phenomena, even almost 200 years after the first time we died. It makes you excited and almost makes the Immortality worth it."

Bahorel turned towards the boy, “Why were you stowing away so dangerously on this ship? You could have died. Do you really not have any place to go?” He walked over to the porthole and looked beyond the deck, “I suppose not, for you wouldn’t be here in this way, hiding in between our-- the crew's possessions.”

Marvelous tried to make his voice seem casual, but he couldn’t help the quiver that was visible, “The Zangyack burned our ship. I snuck into a freight ship and they burned that too.” He looked ahead, a hollowness present in his eyes that made Bahorel’s heartache fiercely and his voice want to howl against the miseries. 

“So I’m here.” Marvelous shrugged his shoulders. 

“Palsambleu! Those bastards do seem to get around a lot across the Universe, taking over everything that doesn't belong to them. Colonising every planet.” Bahorel nodded sympathetically.

“Which is why we seem to have acquired a pirate ship and are apparently wanted pirates, eh, Jehan.” He placed his hands on his hips. "There are posters of course with our names and faces plastered all over several planets. I must say it makes for quite an adventure requisitioning a ship and being known as pirates. Much better than the skeleton prank we once pulled in Paris."

“I’m also a pirate to make a fashion statement, Fashion being political of course and nothing more political than being a rebel pirate against the Zangyack Empire, right now.” Prouvaire said, turning around and showcasing his long dagger which he unsheathed from its case, his eyeliner and several earrings, rings and bracelets. The young Marvelous’ eyes shone with excitement at Prouvaire’s look. 

“I’ve never seen someone look so much like a pirate. Like how I would like to be one.” He said, admiring Prouvaire’s look and moving around him. “I want to be a pirate in search of treasure and to fight the Empire.”

“You shouldn’t really be a pirate.” Bahorel placed his hand on the child’s head and shook it a little playfully. 

“Well, I am,” the kid puffed up his chest. “They are calling all the rebels as such from now on to stop anyone from supporting us. You should know if you are one.” For a moment, Bahorel and Prouvaire appear distracted thinking of the reports they have heard from spies and smugglers and groups of anarchist rebels working against the Empire.

“Oh no you don’t,” Prouvaire said running after the child, “Give me back my gun.”

“I saw you,” Marvelous said looking Bahorel straight in the eye, “In the market town of the trading post GJ-148 down below, tearing up posters and picking a fight with the Goumin and Sugoumin on the planet to save people from being killed by the Zangyack, so I followed your ship. I want to fight with you all.”

Bahorel grinned, the child knew how to flatter him. Also he was holding Prouvaire’s large (for Marvelous) gun. 

“Tell me young Marvelous, do you know how to fight?” Bahorel asked, his feet casually on the table, the dagger in his hand, waving in the air lightly away from him.

Marvelous held up the gun, adopting a posture he had seen and taken several times before and shot the dagger cleanly out of Bahorel’s hand. 

“Not bad. Could do with some improvements but not bad.” Bahorel said, patting him on the back. “Where did you learn to shoot?”

‘With another group of rebels. They were arrested and executed by the Zangyack.”

This time there were tears in Marvelous’ eyes. Bahorel walked to comfort him and Marvelous grabbed his long pirate coat and hugged it tightly to him, his lanky body shaking a little. 

“Well, I guess, he will just have to stay.” Bahorel said, hugging the small child back. Considering how many younger brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews he had helped raise or rather spoil, he was hoping that one pirate rebel would be easy enough to show the ropes. Relatively. 

“We did say we were working on gathering a new crew.” Prouvaire pointed out holding his flower pot in his hand and contemplating the small petals it had sprouted even in space.

“And there are a lot of unsavoury privateers along many spaceports.”

They watched the child the next couple of weeks, Marvelous as he called himself dart and run across the ship’s length, never more at home that when on the deck of their Corinthe, taking flight everywhere; he had even made up with the cook and now they seemed to be on good terms. He had managed to make purser bend to his will. He was boisterous, helping the boatswain with the checking of the knots, or the navigator to spy on the open darkness that lasted as far as the eye could observe. The Navigator had warned him from looking at the stars with the telescope when they were close to them.   

His sense of justice Bahorel had noted, was pretty strongly tilted against the Zangack due to circumstances, he had seen so much earlier in his life and in favour of the wretched and the planets that had been destroyed or colonised across the galaxy.

He had seen Marvelous fight because he didn’t like how a poor family was being treated and knocked around by space authorities, when they made port to pick up a few supplies and had quickly intervened on his behalf along with Prouvaire who loved the thrill of the fight and who even now in his ghost like state was smashing street lamps wherever he found them- more out of old habit. 

Slowly Marvelous was opening up, he had never been to school, he told Bahorel. He had never seen the necessity of it. School had been spending time with his family and their crew and the crew's children who were all treated equally as him.

School had been learning how to navigate using the spacefarer’s songs and melodies. Bahorel felt a sense of pride at how much he knew about navigating ships and he ruffled the kid’s hair. Marvelous for his part loved spending time with Bahorel.

Bahorel took him and his concerns seriously and did not dismiss them for coming from a child. Bahorel had given Marvelous lessons too. His sabre handling wasn’t nearly as sharp and clean as his pistol shots and Bahorel showed him the right way to hold his sword, the footwork he should use, the thrusts and parries that should be part of his arsenal when he was planning to attack a Zangyack. 

Prouvaire amused Marvelous with his many eccentricities and his recitations on board the ship. “I am memorable at least.” He murmured one day, sitting on the bow of the ship casually. The boy climbed up to follow him. 

“What are you doing, Marvelous, you scamp?” the quartermaster yelled, but the kid focused his attention on the narrow edge of the bow and kept walking, his balance precise and calculated. He made it to the edge to observe the comet that Prouvaire wanted to show him, its icy green tail causing him to become mesmerised for a while. 

After some moments he jumped down. 

“I have jumped onto the masts before too, to raise and lower sails,” he grinned as he reassured the quartermaster who shook his head and went inside his cabin, where half the crew were playing cards and drinking rum.

An off-tune melody was struck and Marvelous too joined, his boyish voice mixing in well with the rest of the crew’s baritone, bass and tenor voices. Marvelous was wearing the vest and several more necklaces and rings that Prouvaire had lent him. He smiled at the Captain and Bahorel ruffled his hair a little again, while Marvelous with his cat like grin leaned against Bahorel's large coat, watching the card game till he fell asleep with the rocking movements of their spaceship.

[frenchpsychiatrybonbons]

Happy Birthday dear Edmond

A collection of Olive’s cousins

@mr-e-gallery

everyone needs to be your mutual

The best of wishes

James, Antoni & the furry ones

[peridots-pixiwolf]

ah. seems the special interest i've now had for 23 months, the only one that still consumes a portion of my mind at all times, just turned six today, and not a single one of the several lists I have to keep track of such anniversaries bothered to warn me of this early enough that I could actually draw something for it in time

[clemencetaught]

FERRE; SWEET, WONDERFUL, DEAR FERRE!!!! HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU 🎂🎉🥳🍰!!!!

May this day be full of fantastic moments, pleasant surprises, good company, delicious food and everything great that the world has to offer 💖 I hope this new year for you is covered with happiness, success, good health, memorable experiences and heartwarming situations 😊✨️!! I'm wishing you the best today and ALWAYS!!!

You are such a supportive, understanding, creative and marvelous soul;; your presence is a bright light that brings comfort, ease and joy 🥺 I thank you IMMENSELY for your friendship, for all those lovely chats where we freely go back and forth with our thoughts (I LOVE!! READING ALL YOU HAVE TO SHARE!! I'D READ ENTIRE BOOKS OF THAT!!); for all the stories we've written and developed together (ALL THOSE MARVELOUS PLOTS THAT BRING ME BOTH JOY AND PAIN ((but its okay, I signed up for the wounds 😭😂)), I KEEP THEM ALL IN MY HEART AND I AM CONTINUOUSLY THRILLED TO WRITE AND CREATE WITH YOU!!!) and for!! Giving my muses and I a chance 🥲

It's been nothing but AN HONOR, to get to know you, chat and write with you, and I hope we continue to do this fOR MANY MORE YEARS (I mean…you're stuck with me, THE RECEIPT IS LOST SO YOU CANT RETURN ME HSOWAKBAAJ 😂)!!

It also makes me very happy to celebrate your birthday once more, I HAVE MY PARTY HAT ON AND I'M THROWING HEART-SHAPED CONFETTI ALL OVER THE PLACE 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳❤️

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, PLEASE HAVE A FANTABULOUS DAY!!! I CARE YOU AND ADORE YOU HEAPS, MY FRIEND!!!!

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ✨️✨️✨️✨️

@jeoseungsaja alex has me like:

ALEX!!!! 🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭💕

you know nowadays it’s so weird to me?? To remember when there was a time where I wasn’t writing or plotting with you- it's hard to believe that we started writing together about two years ago...which is why i am SO GRATEFUL that you gave me the chance to not only write and plot with you but also be your friend 🥺🥺🥺 you are a SUCH a kind and thoughtful person and i'm sure everyone who is lucky enough to be mutuals with you can testify in my favor here and the judge is also biased towards me, sorry folks, the right to a fair trial in this case?? no such thing fjksldjf 😌

ANYWAYS i can only say i have such wonderful and intricate characters and plots on here because of my wonderful and creative partners such as you and all of our lovely mutuals 🥺🥺🥺 any day i get the chance to interact with you always is a good day in my book!! I always feel like a dash of dophmomine when I see u around 💕💕💕 and you know i am ALWAYS an excited puppy for our plots and  your characters ( and even MORE PLOTS….we could have 1923947373 and I would be down for more still DHDJDJD 😂😂😂 )- I also v sorry for the pain i gib u ( black knight verse )and for the pain coming in the future too ( thg verse WHICH ALSO THANK YOU JUMPING IN THE HOLE AND DRAGGING HYUK AND HAE GEON AND WILDER AND JAEHWAN AND ALL UR OTHER CHARACTERS IN TOO, it’s big enough for everyone 😌 )….if it helps it gives me pain too and any pain u gib me I shall take stride….I’ll also pay u ( and ur charas, hyuk especially )back with happiness I swear ( + tissues and consoling too 🥲🥲🥲 ) 💕💕💕💕

but thank YOU for your sweet, sweet message- I will admit when I woke up on my bday I wasn’t in most amazing of moods but reading ur message put a huge smile on my face ☺️☺️☺️ you are such a bright spot on this hellsite and most certainly a ☀️ on my dash and I am very thankful to have met you- I’m always in awe that I get to be able to interact with someone who is not only an excellent writer with characters that jump off the page but also a decent and genuinely all around good person 🥲🥲🥲 this is all to say just like you said, unfortunately for us both I will be stuck to u like superglue even after this hellsite dies 😂😂😂 not even returning the receipt will help u there!!

all in all though, thank you SO MUCH for the birthday wishes ( and YOUR GIFT DONT THINK YOURE GETTING AWAY WITH ME NOT NOTICING 🤩🤩🤩 )!! care you so much and I know for sure that this year will be as wonderful as the last since you’ll be there 🥰🥰🥰