#I guess it’s X’s birthday

[sneakyswag]

Happy capsule day to my baby boy

[realkeylogger]

guy i havent drawn in a LOOONGGG time

matching his freak [not the good kind] by also screaming and having a manic episode into the phone..............he would get sick of me so fast

BESTIES 4 LYFE HOWEVER!

[frootloopsl]

KISS THE BIRTHDAY BOYY -w-

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine birthdays being quite an uneventful for you. Sure you love celebrating birthdays when it comes to your dearest friends but it was just that your own birthday was never your thing and probably would never be. It was just the same old day and the more that you get older, the less exciting it has become. It makes you wonder when did you started getting unexcited about it, just treating it like any other day.

Imagine today just happened to be that day, the day that you were born, one you did not ask to- but sure, happy birthday self, you thought as you close the door behind you. Taking a quick shower after work and changing into your comfortable clothes, a piece of tower hanging on your shoulder as you grab a couple cans of beer in the refrigerator before going inside your room.

Imagine, birthdays were troublesome. Specially when you have no plans to joyfully celebrate it but as you walk on the balcony of your room, stepping out only to be greeted by a cold breeze as you step out causing you to rub your arm with your free hand as a small smile creeps into your face. You then gently place the can of beers into the small coffee table on the balcony before sitting down on the chair beside it before looking beyond the horizon. "This is nice."

Imagine looking at the sunset as it disappears from the horizon. Its colors reflecting all over the city and its skyscraper as you stare at it in awe. You have not seen such scene once in a while. Making you wonder when was theblast time you have seen such thing. Makes you wonder when did you ever stop to look at the sky to see such wonderful scene. It happeneds every day yet it feels like you rately have seen it. Growing up means losing time, the more you focus on something else the more you seemed to have forgotten the little things. Maybe it was not so bad to take a break once in a while. Just like today.

Imagine finishing your beers as time by, the sun have already set in the horizon as the sky darkens and the stars start to appear as well as the moon, giving light into the city night. It was almost time for you to get up and take a break when you heard someone humming, taking on your way from the inside as you slightly panicked. Until you heard a familiar voice coming from the inside.

"Happy birthday to you..." your jaw almost dropped as you could not help but to look at him with wide eyes. He was not supposed to be in here. "Happy birthday to you..." Yet there he was cake in hand, candles lit up waiting for you to blow it with a wish- if the breeze would not beat you into doing so. "Happy birthday dear (First name)..." He then looks at you with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Happy birthday to you." He finishes, kneeling in front of you with cake in hand within your reach.

Imagine the way you blink, look down in the cake with a melting candle before you blink again, then you make a wish, blow the candle before poking and scooping a little bit on your finger and tasting it. This time he was the one looking at you with wide eyes. "You're not surprised?" He asked, slightly offended that his plan did not seem to surprised you at all but you do. You did not expect him to barge into your apartment and make such last minute appearance. And then you chuckle which eventually turn into full blown laughter.

"I am." You giggle, brushing off some tears on your eyes before cupping his cheeks. "Thank you very much love." You said affectionately which almost made him drop the cake he was holding nevertheless was about to put it into the coffee table before anything else. "I mean it, really." In the eyes of others it may not be that obvious, but the way his eyes brighten upon hearing your word. Maybe spending your birthday with someone would not be so bad as you thought it would be or maybe because it was him that you would not mind celebrating yor birthday for once in a while.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: happy birthday to my broke-ass self yay! Thank God it's my way off. Anyways, adios.

[ladykissingfish]

*Deidara goes into Kisame’s room*

Deidara: Hey, so, I don’t know if you need to know this, hm, but … Uchiha is doin’ that thing in the kitchen again.

Kisame: *sighs* This late? How many eggs has he gone through?

Deidara: I saw three empty cartons on the table, so at least thirty-six so far. The plates are spread all over the counters and floor. Hidan tried to take one and Itachi stabbed his hand with a fork because the eggs weren’t “perfect”, hm.

Kisame: *gets up* Alright, I’ll handle it. Thanks for letting me know.

*Kisame goes down the hall and slowly walks into the kitchen, where Itachi is mumbling to himself while looming over the frying pan*

Kisame: ‘Tachi. It’s almost midnight; how about you come lay down? Mm?

Itachi, not turning around: Can’t. Not done yet.

Kisame: Darling, you’re done. You’ve made many, many plates of eggs and toast. They all look delicious. So let’s —

Itachi, whirling around with the sharingan activated in his exhausted face: “Delicious” ISN’T perfect, Kisame! Go, leave me.

Kisame, softly: My angel. The eggs are perfect, because you’re making them. *gently encloses his large hand over Itachi’s small one, while turning off the stove with the other* Come to bed with me, huh?

Itachi: *sighs as his eyes return to normal; his body involuntarily sags* Alright …

*Kisame feels Itachi’s waning strength and bends down, lifting him off his feet*

Itachi, holding on to Kisame’s shoulders, tiredly: Need to practice more. Sasuke … Sasuke likes eggs. If I ever see him again, the eggs need to be — to be — *drifts off to sleep*

Kisame: *gently tucks Itachi into bed and stands staring down at him for a long time, before leaving*

*the next morning*

Itachi, wandering sleepily into the kitchen: Kisa? Are you in here? Where did you —

*Itachi stops and his jaw drops open. Sitting around the table is a tall orange-haired man, a smaller white-haired teenager, a girl with glasses and long red hair, and — *

Itachi: S-Sasuke??

Sasuke: It’s me. This guy — *jerks his thumb at Kisame* Found me and spent all night talking to me. About you. And he said you and I would have a great deal more to talk about, over breakfast.

Suigetsu: Not to be rude but are we getting the food soon or what? Kisame-sama promised me a duel for Samehada if I convinced Sasuke to come, and I can’t fight on an empty stomach.

Karin: *rolls her eyes* Why not? You do just fine with an empty head, don’t you?

Suigetsu: Listen, witch —!

Juugo: Quiet, you two. You’re being rude to our hosts.

Itachi, trembling: R-right. Breakfast. L-let me just make you all some eggs and — *opens the refrigerator door to find he’d used all the eggs last night* Shit …

*At that moment Tobi comes in with several bags*

Tobi: Good news, guys, Tobi got some more eggs, and some bacon and sausages and —

Tobi, looking up, in Obito voice: What the FUCK is going on here?!

[jadewritesficshere]

Happy Birthday

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Steve gets a video from you for his birthday.

Warnings: masturbation (male and female), f masturbation on video, pet name (baby), no use of y/n

18+ only

Steve sighed contentedly as he flopped onto the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. He surveyed the destruction across his living room and smiled. Balloons were strewn about, streamers falling off the walls, and random cups that had been forgotten. Robin had thrown a surprise party, and though part of him thought he was too old for a party being in his 20s, he couldn't help but feel elated. Cherished even.

He glanced at the pile of gifts he had received. Eddie had gotten him an album, Nancy had given him more clothes in yellow, and Robin had gotten him tickets to a hockey game. You had given him three movies: one was a favorite of his, the other a new release he had wanted to watch, and then a home movie. You had asked him to watch it alone, claiming it was too embarrassing to show everyone and that you had been emotional in it. You made him promise, and Steve tried not to break his promises.

Steve hoped you were emotional because you confessed you liked him. Steve and you had a flirty relationship, but neither of you had "officially" said anything. One drunken make out session kiss was enough to fuel his fantasies for months, a kiss that you didn't seem to remember. Steve wasn't sure if he should bring it up, afraid of rejection. He wondered if you were silent for the same reason, or if you didn't even remember.

However, you could be emotional because one of the times you had your camera, you had found a stray dog. Both you and Robin were bawling about how the dog had been abandoned, leaving him as he wrestled with the dog from hell. Steve cursed that stupid rat dog, he would even curse the breed if he knew it, as it had scratched him relentlessly. Giving the dog a bath was funny in retrospect, but at the time Steve was fuming over this dog soaking both him and Robin and causing Robin to somehow fall into the tub, yanking Steve down with it. Of course, you were recording the whole time. The only good part was hearing your laugh.

Or maybe it was the time everyone had went to the lake. A seagull, which made no sense to Steve as it was the lake and not the sea, had stolen Eddie's sandwich. Eddie had taken off chasing the bird, yelling and cursing the whole way. Steve remembered laughing so hard he was crying, and he remembered the way your face had beamed at him. The way you pushed the hair out of his eyes.

Or it could be the party where everyone had gotten drunk, except for him. Sure, he had done a few keg stands in his days, but he wanted someone to be sober to take care of you. You had been rambling about something before stopping and calling him "pretty". He had blushed and tried to deny it, somehow making you think that he didn't find himself pretty. You had started trying to convince him, getting more sad that he felt bad about himself. Which Steve didn't feel bad about himself, but he wasn't going to complain as you gave him compliment after compliment. You even wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him. You were so warm in his embrace. How he wanted to embrace you in other ways.

Steve snapped the VHS case open and stared at the tape. He was alone now and his mind was going crazy with what ifs. He probably was overthinking it. He popped the VHS in the player and grabbed the remote before sitting back on the couch. He hit the power on and-

Steve's eyes widened and he dropped the remote. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but seeing your chest in red lacy lingerie was not it. The swells of your breasts pushed up slightly. He wanted to kiss and suck at your chest. Red lace contrasting against your skin. Your chest moving up and down as you breathed. Your hand comes into view and gently grasps your breast, squeezing it. Steve wished it was his hand.

Steve inhaled deeply and his hand shook. Holy. Fuck. His jeans were unbearably tight as he watched you slowly remove the bra. Your nipples were hardened-God, how he wanted to lick and tease them. You pinched one and let out a moan. Steve wanted to make you moan like that, but just hearing you? He was harder than he ever had been in his life. You sounded sweeter then anything he could imagine. You sounded like an angel, and he was in Heaven.

Steve unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down enough for his cock to bob up and hit his navel. He was already leaking. He spit in his hand and wrapped it around his hardened length. He focused back on you and-

Steve moaned. You had moved the camera down to the red lacy panties you were wearing. "See that Baby?" You were out of breath, barely speaking above a whisper as you traced a finger over your clothed pussy. A damp spot was noticeable in the fabric and you sighed as your finger traced over the spot," See how wet I am for you, Baby?"

Steve's eyes closed instinctively before he snapped them open. He didn't want to miss a second of this. Steve's hips bucked into his hand as he stroked up and down his dick. On screen, you removed your panties, and his mouth watered. Steve bit his lip as he got a clear view of your pussy. You were so wet; he wanted to lick every drop. He wanted to taste your arousal. He wanted to hear you scream and writhe against his tongue as you came. He wanted his face covered in your release.

Your fingers on screen played with your clit before circling your weeping hole. One of your fingers easily slid in due to how wet you were. Steve moaned at the site of you adding another finger and pumping in and out. You moaned and ground against your hand. You added another finger and Steve couldn't help but think of how small your hands were and that it wouldn't even prepare you for his dick. As you picked up your pace and started to buck your hips wildly, Steve sped up to be at the same pace as you. He imagined that it was his cock spreading you open. How wet you would be. How warm. How tight. Your mouth dropping open in pleasure, your whimpers under him (or over him he wasn't picky).

"Steve!" You let out a gasp and moaned on screen, fingers getting drenched by your release. "Oh fuck shit fuck," Steve rasped out in between whines as he came all over his hand. His chest was heaving. Brain foggy from pleasure. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat. Steve sighed as he grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned his hand, rubbing at the hem of his shirt that had gotten dirty. He looked back up on the screen to see your smirk. "Call me Stevie, next time you could do this to me yourself." The screen went black as you covered it with your hand. He could faintly hear,"Oh God what did I just do fuck ok this is fine, he'll like it right?" It took Steve all of two seconds to jump up and grab his car keys to head to you. Oh he definitely liked it. Fuck calling you though. The only calling that would be happening tonight was you calling his name.

[xylofondue]

So um got Shane’s 10 heart event

I kinda forgot Alex (my husband) was also there and he’s in the background just watching me smooch Shane and it feels so awkward because it panned over to him afterwards

[soukokumychildren]

Hello, hi, how's it going everyone, it occurred to me Chuuya's birthday is tomorrow (for me) but for some people it's today (technically, it should be today, lol). So I present to you a comic! Atleast, the first half...I'll send the second half tomorrow since it'll be his birthday for me. :) Enjoy!

[datcrazyanniegurl]

I’m so many days late, but happy 12th anniversary to one of my favourite movies, “Rise of the Guardians”!

Oh yeah, and happy 330th birthday to Jack, I suppose. 🤭

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

My offering for Leorio's birthday today. Happy birthday dude I hope you get lots of money to pay off your student debt.

Incidentally, I just found out I got a raise while drawing this. Perhaps this is the lucky money Leorio...

[msjarvis]

Unwrapping present

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday. And Frankie has a present wrapped for you. 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name, physical description or confirmed ethnicity of reader. It’s you, babygirl)

Word count: 970 words

Story warnings: 18+ MDNI, naked bodies (m), somewhat descriptive sexual activities, somewhat mention of BDSM activity, mention of anal play, it’s my first time writing warnings, I really don’t know what I’m doing, please be gentle.

Author’s Note: In true msjarvis’ fashion..  I fucked up. 😆 I planned on partaking on @undercoverpena Birthday Bash celebration with a spicy thot 🌶️ and then, this happened. Btw, this is what you guys experience when Apollo’s Muses come visit you? Because… wow. I seriously didn’t expect they had so much to say. Anyway, we swing it and we post it and we hope for the best. This is completely unbeta’d and English is not my first language. I’m not in any way a fanfic writer. I’m fairly sure that there are small to none chances that this will happen again. I just wanted to do something nice for a far more nice and amazing human being. dividers by the talented @saradika-graphics   My Dearest, Jojobaby. Happy Birthday 🥳 This is for you.

It's your birthday. And even if you had to work you're still happy. Maybe it's also because you had some steamy sex the night before. Frankie, ever the military man, scheduled to the second your mind-blowing orgasm. Exactly at the stroke of midnight, just in time to be the first to wish you a happy birthday while he was still inside you. Right before painting your walls with his cum.

So, yes, you are happy. Your amazing, wonderful, perfect man loves you to the moon and back. Your working day went relatively smoothly, no problems whatsoever. You even had a nice birthday lunch with some of your colleagues. 

You come home and park your car in the driveway, next to Frankie's truck. When you enter, the house is strangely quiet though.

“Baby?” you call into the house, kicking your heels off “In here, Hermosa…” comes Frankie’s voice from your shared bedroom

You enter the room while he comes out of the ensuite at the same time... wearing a bathrobe?

“Hi…” “Hi Querida… Happy Birthday..” “You already wished me Happy Birthday.. multiple time today” you giggle “What’s with the attire?” “Well… I was planning a surprise but.. I kinda messed up with the timing..” he replies bashfully looking over his shoulder

You peer curiously behind him, towards the ensuite. You can see he lighted up some candles, scattered rose petals all over the bathroom creating a romantic ambiance and the bathtub is filled with foam bubbles.

“Frankie…” you smile “The plan was to run you a relaxing bath..” he says coming to hold you in his strong arms and pecking you lightly on the lips “and while you soak and unwind in the tub, maybe sipping some wine, I would have called for a delivery from your favorite restaurant. Then we would have dinner and after that, unwrap your present..” “It’s a great plan…” “But I ruined with my poor planning…” he pouts “You didn’t ruin anything. Come on, Babe… Let’s have a bath together..” you say kissing him on the cheek  and untangling from his embrace “No.. you go, Querida…” “What?” “It’s your bath..” “But you love have sharing baths and fool around naked in the tub..” “Yes… but..” “But?!” “I already had one…” “You…already… Ok, what’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong..” “So have another bath with me, then..” “Hermosa…” “Francisco” you reply with finality, hands on your hips

He looks at you and knows that you won’t budge. “Ok… ok..” he sighs “Here goes nothing..”

He unties his robe, letting it fall. He’s completely naked underneath… except for a red ribbon that run criss-crossed from his midsection down to his crotch, wrapping his balls and his semi hard member.  He even tied a perfect bow which sit perfectly on top of his cock. You look at him, mouth slightly agape.

A perfect present, wrapped so meticulously.

“Babe… please say something..” he pleads “I’m.. honestly impressed…” “You remember that Shibari picture book we found while browsing the bookstore the other day? Well, it kinda inspired me..” “I can see that..” you murmur “So… you like it?” “Baby, it’s your dick wrapped like a present…” you smirk looking at him “Of course I like it..” “Well, it’s actually a double wrapped sort of present..”  “What do you mean?”

He slowly twirls around to show you. You can now see that the ribbon goes also across the small of his back, around the top of his things, wrapping his cute butt. And another perfect bow is placed just above his ass. Now, you are definitely speechless.

“There’s more..” he says, peering behind his shoulder at you “More??!” you croak

He bends a little at the waist and slightly spread his asscheeks with is hands. What you see makes you almost choke on you own spit.

“Is that…” you ask “Your butt plug, yes..”

Naturally, he knows about your toys collection having shown them to him and of course having him used them on you.

And you know he has some curiosity about the anal act. Not only in performing it on you; a practice you both greatly enjoy.

You two have openly talked about it several times. About the dynamics of the act, based on your experience in this regard having been yourself both in the receipt and the given side with your previous partners. You also talked about the sensation he might experience if he ever decide to be on the receiving end. And there's only one person with whom Frankie wants to experience these sensations... you. His person. His Love. His soulmate.

“That’s why you took a bath earlier?” you ask “Yes.. I’ve read that warm water would have helped with the prep. I wanted to be ready. But it took longer than expected and I run behind on schedule..” “I would have enjoyed prepping you..” you huskily reply, lightly running a finger through his spine, seeing him shiver. “Next time” he says, turning around “Next time…” you agree, nodding.

Looking at you, cheeks flushed, gaze veiled by desire, he can't help himself and kisses you passionately with a groan at the back of his troath. Your hunger and want, arouse him in turn. You reciprocate enthusiastically; running your fingers through his curls. and lightly pulling them. 

Your wonderful man, your perfect man. Always ready to give himself to you, in every possible way.

With some effort, you stop the kiss. You can't wait any longer.

“Ok..” you say, taking a step back and quickly unbuttoning your blouse “On the bed, soldier…” “Baby.. we can take our time. Your bath will run cold..” You kick your pants off, remain in only your bra and soaked panties “With all due respect, I don't fucking care about the bath. We will run another one later” you smirk “I want to unwrap my present now…”

A/N: Jojo. My Dearest. You amazing, wonderful, gentle, kind, lovely, marvelous, outstanding, amaze-balls, talented you. Again, Happy Birthday. I'm sorry that I fucked up (🤦‍♀️) and this will be the black sheep of your birthday bash. I'm certain that this gives no justice to our Frankie, but I hope you like it, even a tiny bit. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for continuously share your immense talent with all of us. Thank you for being that gentle voice when The Brain™️ scream too loud. Thank you for being you. And remember... you are and always will be THAT good. 😁 ilysm ✨💖✨

[akashis-waifu]

I'm trying to write a romance fic for Aizen while keeping him in character but it's starting to hurt my brain because I'm 100% SURE he would either mansplain, manipulate, or manslaughter (or everything) his S/O at one point.

And that's just sad because even if S/O survives, they will be traumatized and will never be able to love him, or will forever doubt the validity of their feelings for him.

No wonder Aizen is canonically lonely. The dude shot himself in the foot.

[pixelatedraindrops]

It’s Vivia’s Birthday (veeva fiesta? Lol im funny)

So, have a Kokolight comfort snuggle~💜💚

Enjoy your soft warm pillow Vivia.

…oh wait, thats just a blanket wrapped Yuma x’D

…even better~ 👀

[machinafulmen]

birthday tomorrow. let the birthday art for myself commence

[imtrashraccoon]

I'm trying lovelies, I really am! Here's Day 2, even though I'm five days behind now...

@starlikeswomen

First & Next Chapter

Chapter 2: I Guess We're Roommates??

Word Count: 1,384

You felt a little bad that Scar had to sleep on your couch, especially since he was so tall, but he didn't complain about soreness the following morning, so you put your worries aside for the time being. There were more pressing issues anyways, such as how he would get home or your lack of Monster food.

Actually, you didn't have much food at all since you hadn't had time to go shopping since moving in. You apologized to Scar but he assured you that he would be fine for now. Apparently, he was capable of eating Human food, it just required him to use mana to absorb the nutrients rather than them being absorbed on their own. Still, you figured it would be better to pick up some groceries sooner rather than later so that he wouldn't risk completely running out of mana.

After whipping up a quick breakfast, you figured it would be a good idea to finish unpacking your apartment. It would make things a bit more homey for your guest and finding the stuff you needed a lot easier too.

From his place on the couch, Scar watched as you moved back and forth while trying to figure out where to put things. He'd shed his trenchcoat and shoes the night before and you had to admit the gray plaid flannel shirt he was wearing underneath looked good on him. You weren't sure how he did it, but despite being a skeleton, he filled out his clothes quite well. You would rather die than ask about it though.

"Do You Mind If I Help?" he asked after a little bit.

Partway through attempting to hang a picture frame, you turned around and gave him a confused look. "What? You're my guest, you don't need to do anything."

He only raised a bonebrow as you returned to hanging the picture, although you couldn't quite reach the nail even while standing on your tiptoes. After a moment of this, he sighed and stood up. Before you could ask what he was doing, he gently took the picture from you and effortlessly hung it up.

"Are You Sure That You Do Not Want My Help?" he asked, giving you a slightly smug grin.

Feeling a little embarrassed, you glanced away and began worrying at the hem of your shirt. "Well alright... But, only if you want to!"

"I Would Rather Help Than Sit Around And Watch You Continue To Struggle."

For the next few hours, you worked together to organize the apartment. Scar proved to be very good at putting together furniture, which was helpful since you'd lost most of the instructions ages ago. When you complimented his skills, he described the process like solving a puzzle and that he enjoyed putting things in their proper place. All in all, the arduous task of unpacking turned out to be almost fun with his help.

You had a feeling that he'd never seen an Xbox before if the curious looks he gave you while setting it up were any indication. You explained what it could do but the moment you said "video game" he seemed to lose interest. His brother was apparently more into that sort of thing but he did mention that he enjoyed watching documentaries. That led you to showing him how Netflix worked and while he didn't say much, you noticed his scarlet eyelights brighten at the sheer quantity of content, all at the simple press of a button.

When you took a break for lunch, you gave him a crash course on how the appliances worked, just in case. He got a little annoyed at the insinuation that you were worried he'd start a fire but in the same breath quietly thanked you for taking the time to show him.

"Human, Can I Ask You A Question?"

Mid-way through your sandwich, you could only hum in response.

"I Would Like To Know More About You," Scar continued. "Do You Have Any Family?"

You nodded and managed to swallow before answering him properly. "Yeah, I got two older brothers and as far as I know my parents are still kicking around somewhere."

He tilted his skull curiously. "You Do Not Speak With Them Very Often Then?"

You frowned and glanced away before answering. "No, I don't, and I'm happy keeping it that way."

"Understandable."

You nearly had to pick up your chin from the table.

"Why Are You Looking At Me Like That?" Scar huffed. "Your Relationship With Your Family Is None Of My Business, So What Right Do I Have To Pry?"

"O-oh." You felt your cheeks heat up. "You're right. It's just that whenever I've told people about it, they usually suggest that I'm wrong for not wanting to talk to them."

"Humans..." He muttered and rolled his eyelights.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. "You mentioned earlier that you have a brother? Can I ask what he's like?"

Scar paused for a moment and narrowed his eye sockets at you ever so slightly, as if trying to gauge your intentions. "He Is The Antithesis Of Lazy And The Most Obstinate Monster There Is..." He paused before adding in a quieter tone, "But He Is My Family And I Do Not Know What I Would Do Without Him."

You smiled a little at that. "He sounds interesting, I wouldn't mind meeting him sometime."

"Trust Me, You Do Not Want To. He Is A Complete Sleezeball That Flirts With Everyone Even Mildly Attractive."

"Well, if you say so," you chuckled. "He almost sounds like the opposite of you..."

"Indeed," he remarked gravely. "We Very Rarely See Eye To Eye, But At The Very Least, I Can Count On Him To Watch My Back.

"Is he as tall as you?"

Scar got an amused look and chuckled softly. "No, We Competed A Lot Growing Up, But Height Is One Of The Things I Was Able To Beat Him At."

You chuckled as well. While he seemed to only have harsh things to say, you got the feeling that Scar really cared about his brother. Even if they didn't always get along, it must be nice to know that they would look out for each other if things got bad. That was what family was for, right?

A shrill whistle startled you back to the present.

To his credit, Scar only looked mildly alarmed at the disruption and glanced towards your bedroom door where the sound had come from.

"That's just Pickle," you reassured him. "The spoiled brat is probably annoyed that he only has normal food to eat today."

"Ah. You Have A Pet?"

You nodded and stood up to put the dirty dishes in the sink. "I'll have to introduce you. He's a little green bird called a budgie and I've had him for...maybe three years now?"

"What Does He Like To Eat?"

"Mostly normal bird food like seeds and nuts, although I occasionally give him treats like fruits and vegetables. His favourite is actually bananas but I think he mostly just likes to shred the peel."

Scar nodded slightly and stood up, pushing his chair in as he did so. "I Have Not Seen A Budgie Before But He Sounds Entertaining," he commented.

"Oh, he is. I think you'd really like him."

Glancing around at the apartment, you smiled at how much progress you'd both managed to make. "Thanks for helping by the way, you really didn't have to."

Scar rolled his eyelights and huffed. "Well, I Wanted To, But You Are Welcome, Human."

"If you want to take a break, we could go get some groceries? After all that work, I'm craving something sweet anyways."

"It Is Your Decision But I Do Not Mind Either Way."

You grabbed your wallet and keys. "Good, because I think Pickle will hold it against me if I don't get him his fruit fix soon."

Scar chuckled quietly and followed you outside. After you'd locked the door, he asked, "I Take It You Like Sweets?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say I have a bit of a sweet tooth. What about you, big guy?"

He shrugged. "I Do Not Indulge Very Often But I Do Enjoy Sweet Things On Occasion."

"Then there's no reason not to go all out, huh?" you suggested teasingly.

[exforgot]

happy x/x (its my birthday and i wanted to post about it so heres a quick doodle)