#IT'S BIRDIE'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW

[birdietrait]

happy friday the 13th 🎃

[sparkedblaze]

Back on My Bullshit

here comes sparky yakkin bout things nobody cares about again

but ykw?

i wanna yak abt the rats/affec

and also its been too long since i've talked about the newsies on here so

also yall this is all taking generic zodiac traits so if yall could not take these personally thatd be p fuckin awesome.

happy birthday @iwasbored12!!! as your gift here are my thoughts on your boy's zodiac sign/birthday

Tenpin is absolutely a scorpio. Passionate to the point of being controlling, persistent, secretive, vengeful, loyal, fearless, curious. Being honest to the point of brutality, no matter the recipient. Confidence, arrogance, question askers that have definitely been fought for asking said questions. Scorpios equate money with power and status, and they want those things desperately. Def a November birthday. Probably rlly early. The 1st or 2nd.

Crutchie is a capricorn. Patient, persevering, dedicated to the cause. Critical of some, suspicious of others. They find it hard to trust because of how much they've been let down in life. They have a lot of discipline and self-control. They're used to making their own way through life, and have a hard time depending on and trusting people. They hold everyone (including themselves) to unattainable standards, and get frustrated when people don't meet them. They learn from mistakes, and use what they learn to thrive. January 13

Sarah. If I say cancer? Compassionate and loving. Seeking security in a world that isn't kind to people, being that guiding light for people lost in the dark. Cancers will go to any lengths to defend the people they care about. They forgive but never forget. They are firm in boundaries they set. They take on others' problems to a crippling extent. Cancers are protectors, and there's nothing that can stop a cancer who has been wronged (especially if that wrong was done to a loved one). July 8... (or... @noxexistant @i-didnt-do-1t if i say morris and sarah sharing a birthday?)

please toss some requests in my ask box if youd like

thus far i have done:

jack, davey, racer, spot, albert, les

elmer, specs, oscar, morris, katherine

splasher, medda

kid blink

on my to do list:

skittery, boots

[pastafossa]

Been working on an eagle owl made of sassafras wood for a friend who commissioned me to make one for her dad's birthday! Coming along pretty good! Tomorrow I just gotta fix his one eye and make it a tad bit bigger to match the other, give him lil birdy feet, touch up his beak, then he'll be ready for cleanup and a coat or two of sealant or stain. 🥰

[transmascaraa]

!lyney and lynette bday special!

since it was your bf's and his sister's bday, you decided to surprise them with something...

bf!lyney x gn!reader (ft. lynette and freminet)

author's note: HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BDAY ARTTT?? BABYGIRL IS ADORABLEEEEE😭💗 anyways i hope you guys like this cuz i tried my best to do something special for his(and lynette's) bday and yeah👍

"happy birthday, magic man!"

-it was finally that day.

-the 2nd of february.

-your boyfriend's birthday, lyney, and his twin sister's, lynette.

-you and freminet, their younger brother, had been planning this surprise for weeks now, you needed it to be perfect

-they really deserve it, even more than that

-so, as for what you and freminet got lynette...

-you got her a fancy dress, some cute hair clips, and a cat plushie, that looked like her!

-you were confident that she'd like it.

-and as for lyney...

-a bouquet of flowers. roses. all kinds, all types, roses.

-lynette and freminet told you that his favorite flowers are roses but told you to blame it on the little birdie.

-you, separately, also bought him a fuzzy warm red blanket, but sprayed your perfume/cologne on it, so it reminded him of you.

-while the both of you bought him his favorite candy, to which you were sure he would love!

-and finally, you and lynette planned out a perfect date for you and him.

-this is how it went...

-"hey, lynette, so i thought about bringing him to an expensive date with me, what do you say?" you asked her while sipping your tea.

-"how expensive are we talking? $100-$200 or like you eat money for lunch?" she asked, glancing at you from behind the teacup.

-"hmm... like... we eat money for lunch." you replied, smiling innocently.

-"alright... i recommend "gâteaux de coeur". it's very expensive, and that's why there's not much people there. it'll be worth it, i think." she suggested. (help i used google translate for "heart cakes" is it correct???)

-"i'm on it!" so you were already reserving the seats...

-a bit later, you decirated your whole entire house.

-gifts everywhere.

-with the help of freminet, of course.

-the two of you set up everything, and then freminet called them to come tomorrow.

-anytime.

-and so, tomorrow came soon.

-lyney and lynette rang the doorbell, but nobody opened it.

-you and freminet hid behind the couch, with confetti ready in your hands.

-"hellooo?" lyney said as he opened the door. it was unlocked.

-"happy birthday!" you and freminet jumped out when they came in, blasting the confetti everywhere.

-"o-oh... wow... thank you..." lyney could barely speak, he was left flabbergasted by this.

-he was so caught off guard that he had no mask on anymore. pure shock.

-"woah... thank you, you two." lynette added. she's usually there with a neutral expression on her face, but she was surely surprised this time.

-so, after talking a bit and eating some cake...

-freminet and you gave them the gifts. they opened them, all 4 of you sitting on the floor in a circle.

-first, lynette opened her presents.

-"i love these... the plushie... it's cute. and the dress is nice too. and these hair clips will come in handy." she said, thanking you both.

-and then, lyney opened his.

-he saw the gifts, and just buried his head in your thighs. he was blushing hard.(most normal lyney behavior)

-"thank you..." was all he muttered, inhaling your scent from the blanket that he put close to his chest, and your scent itself...

-it was the best birthday he could ever ask for...

~~~~~

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

IT'S SO CUTE

HELP I LOVE LYNEY

[enkas-illusion]

3, 2, 1… Blow The Candle 

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, eventual smut, oral (m.receiving), explicit sexual content, language, angst, sexually frustrated Geto.

Summary: What is the best birthday gift for Suguru, you ask? Riling him up till he reaches his breaking point before surprising him on his birthday with a gift he’ll never forget (aka, you give him the best head he’s ever received).

Author's Note: Hello, I was down bad for Suguru, wanting to give him the glock-glock 9000 and boom, this one-shot was born. I was too lazy to write the entire smut scene but let me know if you’d like a Part 2, I could use the extra motivation T.T 

Thank you for reading! 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Religion by Lana Del Rey

Geto Suguru wasn't the kind to celebrate his birthdays with much enthusiasm — it's not that he hated them… he just couldn't care less about them. For him, it was just a reminder of another year passing. And although he never said it out loud for fear of sounding too cheesy, he cared more about the time he got to spend with his people.

So this year, you wanted to please your boyfriend in a way that he preferred, giving him a good time that would be hard to forget. You’d both taken leaves from work for tomorrow to get some alone time all day together before going out for dinner with friends.

With just a few hours till midnight, you were making mental notes of everything you had planned for tomorrow, ticking each item off your checklist. Last year, you’d gotten him an electric guitar, based on Satoru’s recommendation – which Suguru loved, of course, but he had joked that you could simply bake him a cake and he’d be the happiest man on earth.

Which was ironic coming from someone who’d constantly bombard you with flowers and presents for relationship milestones and celebrations that were days or even months away. Suguru was all for spoiling his girl but when it came to receiving, his love language was, more often than not, physical touch.

And that’s what you decide you’d do. Your plan was to make tonight extra special. So, while you had materialistic gifts lined up, you had other things in mind to please the birthday boy.

You’d asked a friend to bake a batch of hash brownies, paying extra for good quality stuff, since you knew that’s how Suguru liked it – he was the type to easily distinguish good quality weed from the subpar one. 

You’d also ordered a custom made jersey of his favourite rugby team with his birth date ‘03’ on the back. Since Suguru can sniff out a surprise in an instant, you’d taken extra steps to get it delivered at Satoru’s address instead of yours.

On your way back from work in the evening, you’d received a call from your boyfriend, asking if you could bring take-out since he was too occupied with work to take on dinner duties tonight. You’d agreed, secretly cheering as it would be the perfect opportunity to make a few stops to pick up the brownies from your friend’s and the jersey from Satoru’s place.

When you arrive home to find him seated at the dining table, eyes fixed on the table, you almost fear that he’d gotten back earlier than expected.

“Baby, weren’t you working till late?” you question as you place the food parcel on the table before walking towards him to place a kiss on his temple. He brings his hand up to give you a side hug, not peeling his eyes off the screen.

“I am, I brought the work laptop home since I figured it’d take too long… would rather work here till late than at the office.” 

“Will you be working late into the night?” you ask, feeling a bit disappointed.

“Oh no, I’d be done before midnight hopefully… I know your obsession with wanting to be the first to wish me.” he chuckles. You quickly make an excuse of freshening up to hide your handbag into the cupboard, before returning to the living room again for dinner.

When you’re done with dinner, he quickly gets back to typing away hastily on his laptop. You quietly make your way to the bedroom, locking it behind you. You take the jersey, the box of brownies and other gifts out of your fully stuffed handbag… thanking the heavens for the nth time that your boyfriend was too focused on work to notice anything odd.

After wrapping his gifts and stacking them away in the cupboard, you take your time to shower and shave for the special occasion. You put on a white, skimpy, lace lingerie that leaves barely anything to the imagination before wearing his rugby jersey on top. You twirl in front of the mirror, noting that the jersey nearly covers your ass but would ride up easily if you bent down.

Your heart beats faster as you place a pair of leather handcuffs in a red paper box with black ribbon, placing it next to the box of brownies on the bed. You knew things were going to get wild so you recall your safe word ‘monkey’ just in case, but don’t fixate on it much since you trusted your boyfriend to know just how much he can push you before it gets too much. 

You had mentally prepared yourself for a sexually frustrated Suguru since you hadn’t allowed him to touch you for about 15 days now, which was the longest he’d gone without your touch ever since you started living together almost more than a year ago.

Usually you’d run to him to fuck you on your period since it always helped you with your cramps, but for the first week, it became an excuse to act cranky and bratty, which he took without complaining. You were aware that you probably shouldn’t press his buttons so much since his payback would be 10 times worse but you couldn’t help yourself since it was just so damn easy to rile him up. It revealed his animalistic side in bed, leaving no room for the gentle lover that he sometimes was, and you were a sucker for that.

You loved being ravaged by him because the aftercare was even better. Besides, it wasn’t easy for you either, to act so dumb and innocent in front of him while actively trying to seduce him throughout this whole week. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones when he wasn’t even trying to seduce you. Your boyfriend was simply existing and it was enough to get you wet. 

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d quickly realised you were on par with him when it came to being horny to the point of borderline sex addict. For a short time, he had your number saved as ‘my succubus <3’ briefly to tease how much you craved his touch all the damn time. It didn’t last for long however, since you made him change it back to your name when Satoru accidentally read it when you’d called Suguru’s phone and started calling you that out loud at insanely inappropriate times in public. 

So imagine your boyfriend’s surprise and confusion when you, of all people, were asking for space because you ‘simply don’t feel like it.’ He respected your wishes, being a respectful gentleman, not wanting to overwhelm you.

Though you knew his patience was wearing thin and almost broke 3 days ago. You’d gotten out of the shower and dropped your towel to the ground as you paced around the room naked, taking longer than usual to decide what dress to put on, moving your hips seductively to The Weeknd’s more explicit and dirtier songs playing softly on your phone. He’d muttered a ‘for fuck’s sake’ before making his way to the bathroom for a quick shower, trying to calm himself down. He only stepped out of the bathroom when he was certain you’d left the house, a few moments after gently knocking on the bathroom door to inform him that you were leaving for work.

When Satoru had asked you why Suguru had been more irritated for the last two weeks, you told him about denying him sex to rile him up. Satoru chuckled, calling you devil incarnate… maybe so, but this devil was sure going to have the time of her life soon so it was a win-win for you.

As you spray on some perfume you know he loves, you hear his voice call out your name. You check the time and gasp – it’s 11:49PM. You place the red box on the bed for later, checking yourself out and fixing your hair one last time before opening the bedroom door.

“Baby, did you fall asleep?” Suguru speaks while sliding it into the bag and placing it on the coffee table. His back is turned to you so you think he doesn’t notice you tip-toeing into the living room.

“And here I was thinking you almost forgot it’s my birthd-” he abandons the joke, his words getting caught in his throat when his eyes land on you as he turns around. 

“Hi,” you giggle sheepishly, suddenly conscious about the way his eyes roam over your body. But you snap out of it just as quickly.

Pull yourself together – you have a plan to execute, a mission to accomplish!

“Sugu, do you like your present? The jersey?” you ask, feigning innocence as you twirl in place. He’s checking you out shamelessly with a devilish look on his face, “Love it.” 

“Hmm. Maybe you should put it on to see if it fits.” you reply as you seductively remove the top and toss it at him. He catches it, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he observes your antics in amusement – so this is what the forced abstinence was about.

“You’re right, we really should make sure it fits.” he peels off his own shirt before putting the jersey on in one swift motion. 

“Perfect.” you smile at him as you walk to where he’s standing near the sofa, your hands landing on his chest as you caress the fabric gently to smoothen the crinkles.

You could melt under how intense his gaze feels. You bite your lip as you blush, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. He gives your ass a firm squeeze before lightly spanking it, causing you to yelp in surprise as his arms snake around your waist, trapping you.

“Baby, you are in so much trouble tonight.” he brings his lips closer to your ear, biting your earlobe.

“I’m counting on it.” you giggle at the tingling sensation of his lips on your neck. You pull yourself out of his arms and he lets you, following behind when you guide him by his wrist to settle him on the sofa.

“Let me make it up to you, birthday boy,” you say, bending down in front of him, intertwining your fingers with his to pin them to his sides.

You kiss him softly and ever so slowly before letting it deepen. Even with you trying your best to not let him touch you just yet, you know it's a useless effort given that your strength is nothing compared to his. Suguru tightens his grip, fingers still tightly intertwined with yours as he moves your hands to your lower back to lock them there.

You try to wiggle your hands out of his hold and feel him letting go. You try to take back control but his rough grip on your hips indicates otherwise as he pulls your body onto his till you're straddling him. 

You let out a groan as you put your hands on his chest and pull away to catch your breath, feeling his hard poke against your ass. Your hand reaches to your side to pull his wrist to your face as you check his watch, the screen lighting up just on time as 11:59PM turns to 12:00AM.

“Happy…” you give him a small peck on his forehead, “Birthday…” another one on the tip of his nose, “Babyyy.” last one landing on his lips.

He's smiling into the kiss as his grip relaxes a bit. You take the opportunity to slowly move down till you’re kneeling between his legs. You hastily unbutton his pants and he lifts his hips up to let you take them off completely.

Your hand strokes his dick as you lick the tip gently. You slide down his foreskin to reveal his wet tip, your mouth watering at the sight – Suguru might just have the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

“Missed this lil’ guy so much.” You tease and he lets out a snort, if there’s one thing that Suguru will never take an offence at is you joking about his dick, it simply doesn’t faze him – and why would it? He knows he’s big.

Your tongue rolls over his tip, causing him to sink down into the sofa, spreading his legs out further. You lick up the base before taking a few inches in your mouth as you hear your boyfriend let out a low groan.

He rests his head back as his eyes close, enjoying the way your tongue feels on his cock after so long. The peace doesn't last however, when his phone rings in the pocket of his pants. 

Mouth still connected to him, you reach a hand down to where his pants are bundled up and pull out his phone to silence it, tossing it onto the sofa next to him. You look up at his face as your mouth moves up and down his length. 

His phone rings again in a few seconds.

“For fucks sake…” he mutters as he looks at who's calling. You release his dick from your mouth, letting your hand take over.

“Who is it?” You ask, kissing at the base.

“Satoru.” he sighs, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “He's gonna keep calling till I answer.”

“It's okay, go ahead,” you assure him, your hands still.

He nods as he answers the call. But right as he's about to greet his best friend on the other end, you take him in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat slightly as you steady your hands on his thighs.

Suguru cusses out a loud ‘fuck’ as his hands move to your hair, gripping at your strands to steady your movements.

“Hello?” You can hear Satoru's confused tone.

“Sorry… I hit my… elbow.” Suguru speaks into the phone, almost mumbling the excuse, eyes closing as he tries to collect his thoughts.

“Happy birthdayyyyyy best frienddd!” You hear the blondie's sing-song squeal.

“Thank you Satoru.” Suguru says rather plainly, trying to sound as serious as he can. You’re determined to break him though, so you suck him the way only you know makes him lose his mind each time.

He moans as his hand wraps around your hair to take it in a makeshift ponytail. He yanks it… you know it's his way of asking you to behave. 

“I was honestly gonna knock on your door with a cake at midnight… but my favourite bakery was closed since the owner's away… thankfully, she'll be here tomorrow so I'll see you in the morning with only the best cake ever! Soooo what were you up to?” you hear Satoru's rambling on the other end, loving that him being so talkative is wearing Suguru’s patience out.

Your hands move to massage his balls and the base of his cock while your head bops in a steady rhythm, earning a soft groan as he moves his phone away from his face, putting it on mute. 

“Careful baby, this is your only warning.” he groans before unmuting. You release his dick with a pop.

Satoru is still going on when you hear him ask if he's the first to wish Suguru. Just as your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak, you lick at his sensitive tip, almost causing him to moan. He clears his throat to cover it up as he struggles to speak, “yeah… you are.”

“No way! So I beat your girl to it?!” Satoru rejoices.

“Yeah you did… She’s aslee- I’d hate to… wake her up… Bye.” Surugu cuts the call, not waiting for a reply. He tosses his phone to the side, eyes staring you down as you keep on blowing him.

“Baby, if you enjoy having your face stuffed so much…” his grip on your hair tightens while his other hand caresses your cheek briefly, deceitfully gentle, “... let me show you how it’s done.” 

Before you can register his words, you feel his dick hit the back of your throat, tears instantly welling in your eyes. You choke, letting out a few muffled moans and whimpers as he face fucks you, taking back his control.

The intensity feels too much but not enough for you to bail just yet. For times like these, where you cannot speak, you had a safe gesture, tapping his ass thrice on repeat… he’d protested initially by suggesting you do something else but you’d justified it by saying this was the only action that would seem out of place. He has accepted by now that, when it comes to arguments, he can never really win against you. He gave in eventually, still confident you wouldn’t ever need to use it cause, “I’m sure you’ll take anything I give you like a good girl.” One would say he was being too cocky but his words were like holy scripture, you obeyed every single word. 

Within minutes, he’s warning you that he’s about to cum, since he knows you’ve never really been a fan of swallowing. He’s about to pull out to cum on your tits but you swat his hand away, surprising him by sucking him even more fervently. Such a simple action is enough to make him lose his mind. He shoots his load into the back of your throat, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to swallow it all.

When he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connects it with your lips. You bring the back of your hand up to wipe your lips while he leans down to wipe your tears off your cheeks.

As he observes the black residue of mascara on his fingers, you grip his thighs for support as you stand up. He looks back at you, “God… I love you.”

“I love you too Suguru.” you smile at him as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer to kiss your abdomen. You giggle and run your fingers through his hair. He brings his arms up to secure them around your lower back before tackling you to the sofa in one quick motion, moving to position himself on top of you.

“SUGURU! I almost had a heart a-” he shuts up your complaint with a kiss and you let your words melt as you kiss him back, moaning at the way his hands rake whatever area of your skin they can find.

Your hands automatically move to his hair as he leaves hungry half kisses over your neck, making his way down to one of your breasts. He licks and bites the hard bud from over your bra, causing you to whimper at the touch. He repeats the action on your other nipple as wet patches form on the fabric.

Your breath hitches when you feel two fingers rub at your clothed pussy, already wet with your arousal.

“Wait… Sugu– please, wait.” you breathe out as he rubs your folds with more pressure. 

“Baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without fucking you tonight.” he groans as his eyes find yours, his face contorted.

“Suguru, I’m not letting you sleep a wink tonight…” you reassure him, cupping his face in your hands to give him a quick peck, “... but please take me to the bedroom first, I might have another present or two for you.”

[sunlightmurdock]

MYFI Bradley trying to keep baby Seresin quiet because the baby’s sleeping next door is something I think about too much

“You know how many times I just read ‘Goodnight, Mr. Moon’?” Bradley asks as he walks into your shared room, shaking his head and tugging his hoodie off, dumping it into the hamper. He spins towards you, exasperated, “Six! Six time— oh.”

He stops talking, brows drawing together just slightly, lips still hanging open in that oh shape as he takes his time to look you over. Laying on your front across your shared bed, knees bent up so that your heels are touching your ass and your ankles are crossed.

“What’s … What’s the occasion?” Bradley breathed out, glancing down at his sweatpants with marker stains on them, then looking back to you. All dolled up in the sexiest lingerie he has ever seen, batting your eyelashes at him.

You push yourself up from your front, letting your lips drag slowly across your bottom lip as you settle down onto your knees, giving him a perfect view of the set you had selected. “A little birdie told me that it’s someone’s birthday.”

It is. Of course it is. It’s his fucking birthday. He’s twenty-six tomorrow. He was too busy with the kids to notice. A four year old that constantly wants to climb him like a jungle gym and a two year old who’s determined to put everything she finds in her mouth, and both of them needing multiple bedtime stories a night just to get to sleep, it’s a lot to juggle. And he’s up for a promotion too.

Hence, the treat.

“Are you gonna come to bed, Lieutenant? — Or are you just going to keep standing there?” You tease him, lips quirking up into a sly smile. He grins at you, not needing to be convinced any further before he’s walking in wide strides towards the bed, tackling you onto your back.

You smile widely between kisses, tangling your fingers into his short curls, draping your legs around his hips. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s pushing down his sweats to free his straining cock, kicking the material down his legs and letting you push him onto his back.

He bites hard on his lip as you take him into your mouth, sucking expertly, working that warm tongue around his length. His brows knit together as you moan around him, the vibrations sending shocks through his body but making him go tense.

“Baby, I love you so much and I fucking love what you’re doing,” Bradley pants, fingers curling tight into the sheets as he fights to keep from bucking his hips. “But if you wake those kids up, I might just start crying.”

You lift your mouth off of him and look up, grinning devilishly as you watch him through your lashes. “You going to do something to shut me up, Bradshaw?”

He groans softly, flipping the two of you so that he can manhandle you onto your stomach and line himself up at your entrance. You gasp softly as he rests a hand on the back of your head to muffle your sounds into the sheets.

“Damn right I fucking am,” He leans down to pant into your ear as he sinks into you, revelling in the way your sounds muffle into the mattress. You feel him smile as his lips graze your ear. “But don’t you dare stop making those sounds. I want them all, but just for me.”

[starsfic]

What if azure were to discover red son and mk had a budding relationship or even caught them having their first kiss (or were about to).

I'm sure the melt down would be spectacular but I'm wondering if it finally have mk loose his patient with his dad.

Kid can't have a life outside the palace and what life he does have inside is full of restrictions that are getting stricter by the day as his 23rd gets closer.

I think it be the final straw for monkie kings too if mk ends up running to him crying his heart out over his boyfriend being sentenced to death or imprisonment.

I didn't actually get that far.

But, yes! Xiaotian and Red slowly get closer and closer, to the point that Peng notices and rats them out. However, Azure is used to Peng trying to stir up drama between him and Wukong, so he ignores this at first. (Peng is a jealous birdie.)

But soon enough, Xiaotian starts being less and less subtle about his "crush", to the point Azure starts noticing.

The eve before Xiaotian's birthday, Red- with the help of Xiaojiao and Freenoodles- slips Xiaotian onto the roof of the palace. In a rare burst of romance, he made them a moonlit picnic. His plan is to bust Xiaotian and Wukong out during the bustle of the party tomorrow, but Red just wants a moment of peace.

He and Xiaotian kiss, and Red admits who he is and why he's there, noticing too late Xiaotian pale before Peng slams him down, flanked by Azure and Yellowtusk. Furious at his inability to dodge prophecy and Red sneaking in, Azure decides to add an execution to Xiaotian's birthday. Xiaotian runs.

Soon after, Azure storms into Wukong's chambers. Red refused to admit to anything, but Azure is willing to guess that Wukong knew that DBK's son was here!

Wukong glares at him, gently stroking Xiaootian's head as he sobs into his lap.

[ladybirdswritings]

BEAUTY AND THE HYBRID - Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

summary: the slip of burlap rope brings an unsuspecting girl into the arms of a vicious, bloodthirsty creature.

warnings: mentions of ab*se, stockholm syndrome, captivity, dea*h, and violence.

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one

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Birdie!"

My face tints a rose-like pink, burning at my cheeks as I scold my sister with wide eyes. She is happy today, and that's rare for us. Regardless, happy or not, her sailor's mouth never fails to mortify me. The patrons of this syrup scented diner stare for a moment, but return to their meal soon enough.

Birdie is fourteen today, and her eyes are eager and swimming with starvation as she inhales the powdered sugar air. I can't really afford this, not right now at least. Probably not tomorrow either, but today is her birthday. She'll only be fourteen once and- mom would have done the same thing. In fact, mom did do the same thing. Many times for me. When I turned twelve, we snuck into a cake shop and ate each sugared treat cased in glass displays. That was my favorite birthday.

I am not brave enough or- stupid enough to steal from anyone else. I have done enough of that this week.

"Dude, they have french toast coated in chocolate syrup."

Birdie is drooling now, I smile at her.

"Whatever you want, Birdie."

It's sad, how this is like Christmas for her. A warm meal at a shitty Mystic Falls Diner for the big one four. I will do more, soon. This however, it will be dealt with if I just take over Riley's night shift at the Grille- she won't mind the time off anyways.

The waitress is a strawberry blonde, her legs seem to go for miles. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her smile is tinted pink. Birdie wastes no time.

"Chocolate syrup french toast please! Heavy emphasis on the chocolate syrup... Ooh! And a stack of four pumpkin pancakes with whipped cream and lots of bacon and eggs on the side. Some orange juice too."

The waitress stifles her grin as she jots Birdie's order down on yellow pad paper.

"And for you?"

Birdie looks at me hopefully. I gaze into her eyes for a moment and pretend that my next words will be a request of pumpkin pancakes too.

"Oh that's everything, I'm not hungry."

Guilt floods them,

"I can hold off on the pump-"

"No Birdie, really I am not hungry."

I'm starving. My stomach growls in protest, luckily quiet enough for only me to hear. Birdie believes me, at least I hope she does as she sinks back into the booth.

The waitress smiles sympathetically, nodding once before scurrying off.

Birdie is impatient, drumming her fingers on the cherry wood as we wait. It isn't just the food she's impatient for. She groans.

"Ahhh- apple! C'mon- can't we just take a two second peek at what's in the big dumb thing?"

My brows twitch in discomfort and urgency, and I lift my finger to hush her. Maybe what that man said was all just to scare me, maybe he thought it was funny. It is the month of halloween after all, I have learned in my years here how serious all of Mystic Falls takes it. Still, I don't wan't to take any chances.

I shake my head at her,

"No. Not happening. That dude told us to keep this locked tight under all circumstances."

Birdie only rolls her eyes at that,

"Pfft. That guy was probably just trying to scare us. Ooh! I bet its drugs, or illegal weapons! Or illegal drug weapons!"

I shush her again.

"It doesn't matter what it is, it's not ours. I'm not opening it. I need it safe till midnight, till I get the payout and we get the hell out of Mystic Falls."

Birdie frowns, eyes gazing at the lonely jack-o-lantern glowing golden on the concrete outside.

"You think all that money is gonna buy us real fancy meds for dad? Like ones that'll get him better quickly?"

I wince at the question, I want to say yes but I truthfully don't know. He's worsened this month, I only hope these days. So does Birdie. It's her birthday, I can't make her sad.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out, we always do. Dad's gonna be fine. We're gonna have lots of money, money for medicine and money for unlimited pumpkin pancakes until you're at least forty three."

Birdie nods in agreement with that statement, "fuck yeah." she whispers. She tries to keep it discreet but, I hear it anyways. I ignore it.

The strawberry blonde waitress returns, juggling Birdie's food on a golden arm. She places four plates down in front of my lanky sister, her eyes light up like a million fireworks have ignited within them.

"Brought you a coffee pot sugar, its on the house."

The waitress, Karen, she smiles softly and it's warm like the coffee pot. She throws pink packets of sugar and small cups of cream in front of me. It'll keep me awake, I'm grateful. I thank her as I pour the bitter drink into the mug and breathe in the aroma.

Birdie is devouring her food as if it will up and leave her.

"My my, all this food. Today a special occasion?" Karen inquires, I nod with a warm grin.

"It's her birthday."

Karen gasps, "A birthday!? Well how old are you sweetheart? Old enough to pay the bill?" She jests.

Birdie shakes her head, teeth crushing a mixture of chocolate whipped pumpkin toast topped with bacon and egg. Whatever she could fit in her mouth. "Nope. Fourteen." She speaks muffled with a mouth full of food- her words are hardly audible, masked by her chewing. I repeat it to the waitress.

"Well then, a birthday calls for a special treat don't it? I'll go get one."

I nod gratefully, "Thanks. Hey um- do you guys have a bathroom?"

She points to the right and I slide out of the booth-gripping the white oak case in my hands. I'll bring it with me. I would be a fool to lose it, let alone leave it with my very occupied sister. I almost don't believe it's anything of importance, probably just some cruel prank. My intuition reminds me just how too good to be true it sounds. Yet, I am hopeful this month. So I'm playing along anyways.

My eyes are glued to the case as I walk right, so much so that I don't see the polished boots in front of me. I gasp, accepting the fate of the floor before it even greets me. We never meet. I clutch on to the fabric smelling of maple and bourbon. It tethers me, lifting me to my feet.

It is silent, I meet ice blue eyes.

Christ...

They bore past my very being, into something I don't even see myself. My soul, maybe. He is tall, tall enough that it makes me feel quite small. He has golden brown hair that curls at the tips, and golden brown stubble that surrounds pink lips. His eyes, they're all I see.

I stumble, he steadies me again with two strong hands.

"Holy shit!" Birdie calls, maybe amused- maybe relieved. She saw that, everyone saw that. My cheeks are pink again, as are the tips of my ears. The man's eyes wander around us, and it seems like that is enough for everyone. They all mind their business and return to their meals. As if he just cast a spell to detour their gazes.

His hands still grasp me as his eyes devour my composure.

"Are you all right?" His voice is like honey, stuck in a glass pot but glazing sweetness dripping from the very lid. It is deep, accented. He isn't from here.

I can't speak, I feel like I am crushed under his boot, the same one I tripped over. I only nod.

He releases me, slowly.

His eyes remain on mine, until they don't. He peers at the white oak case with an expression I cannot begin to describe. I watch him for a moment, analyzing. Fear strums at my core... its familiarity- I think. Or maybe I am just paranoid. I gulp, bending down to collect the case in my hands in an instant before he gets the chance to. I gaze at it, praying my fall didn't disrupt whatever lay inside.

He gazes at it too.

I have to speak now, otherwise I will be stuck frozen here.

"I apologize I um- I should have been paying more attention."

He doesn't tear his gaze away from the case. Not at first, for a moment that seems far too long for me to stomach. He breaks, eventually and a part of me is relieved but it seems a bigger part of me wishes he would just return his stare toward the case again. His eyes feel like they're burning through me. Like as if I try and speak again, my voice will falter to nothingness.

"You're alright, sweetheart. On you go."

Sweetheart. It calms the nerves. I nod gratefully, but his eyes returning to what is grasped in my hands just reminds me of why exactly I should be stepping rather than shaking. A gulp, then I am on my way, feet clashing against the noir tiles. Birdie is accompanied by the waitress, I catch glimpse in a napkin holder and sigh in relief as I push through the faded blue door.

I am eager to release the case from my burning hands, I was gripping it tight enough to callous my reddened palms. I throw it on the ceramic sink as the faucet squeaks, my trembling hands splash my pink face with warm water. I heat even more.

The mirror greets my pallid features, sunken in with exhaustion and hunger. It also meets my eyes, swimming with a melting pot of emotions. My breaths are shallow and labored, and my heart is pounding on its cages.

I splash my face again and yet? I cannot shake the feeling that this won't be the last time I see that man again...

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (77)

Hilarius: Wovey! Hey, Wovey!

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown?

Hilarius: Yes, it’s me!

Wovey: What are you doing here?

Hilarius: I need to tell you something very important.

Wovey: But it’s the middle of the night and I’m going to bed now-

Hilarius: Hear me out, master!

Wovey: No, I’m going to sleep.

Coryo: *joins the scene* Hi, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Here’s your very expensive facial masks and hair spray.

Lucy Gray: And the cucumber?

Coryo: What cucumber?

Lucy Gray: Did you bring the fresh baby cucumbers?🥺

Coryo: They were too expensive.

Lucy Gray: This bird is sad now.

Sejanus: Here! *throws a bag of vegetables at Lucy Gray* I bought you your stupid baby cucumbers.

Lucy Gray: Thanks!

Sejanus: Pay up.

Lucy Gray: Free cucumbers! Yey!

Coryo: Are you going to eat them?

Lucy Gray: No, I’ll just put them in my eyes and then feed the rest to a sleeping Jessup.😊

Coryo: You do you, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: My squirrel friends also want me to tell you and your rich sugar daddy to buy them a new pair of the Capitol’s coziest socks!

Coryo: For what?

Lucy Gray: for my new puppet show!

Coryo: Your size or mine?

Lucy Gray: Bird size.

Coryo: Noted.

Marcus: What a weirdo.

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus!

Marcus: *goes back to sleep*

Sejanus: Marcus, wake up!

Marcus: No.

Sejanus: Don’t die! I’m here to support and feed you!

Marcus: I would rather die!

Sejanus: Really?

Marcus: If you don’t shut up and leave me alone!

Sejanus: But do you like to eat some baby cucumbers before I go home and cry my heart out again?

Marcus: Ew. No. Go away.

Domitia: I brought cake! Happy birthday, Tan Tan!

Treech: Who’s Tan Tan?

Tanner: Me. I’m Tan Tan.

Marcus: Nice. Let’s eat.

Mizzen: Cake! *screeches like a feral cat* Give! Give it to me!

Domitia: No. This is for Tanner.

Persephone: Hi, Mizzenmast!

Mizzen: Give me the cake, Percy! Give me the cake before the evil sea witch steals it from me!

Coral: Festus, give me a knife.

Festus: Plastic or paper?

Coral: Stainless steel.

Mizzen: Cake! I want cake!

Tanner: My cake ain’t for you, gremlin! It’s for me!

Mizzen: I’m me!

Tanner: It’s my birthday.

Brandy: No, it’s not! Your stupid birthday was last month!

Tanner: I have 2 birthdays.

Brandy: Then I have 4!

Lucy Gray: I have 12.☺️

Mizzen: Everyday’s my birthday!

Reaper: That doesn’t make sense.

Tanner: I’m special.

Mizzen: I’m special too!

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: It’s my birthday too!

Tanner: Liar!

Mizzen: You’re the one who’s lying!

Coral: Can somebody give me a f*ckin’ knife?! I need a knife!

Festus: How about a trident?

Coral: A big fork?

Festus: A golden fork.

Coral: You’re the best, bro.

Festus: I’m the best.

Tanner: Excuse me?! I’m the birthday boy. I’m the best!

Sejanus: *starts singing* Happy birthday, Tammy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner.

Coryo: *joins in and claps* Happy Birthday, Tony.👏

Domitia: Happy Birthday!

Festus: Happy Birthday!🎉

Persephone: Happy Birthday, Tommy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner!

Festus: Whatever you say, Tambourine. Now make a wish!

Tanner: Thanks.😑

Domitia: What’s your wish?

Tanner: To marry a super rich farm girl and live a happy life with our cute children and cows.

Domitia: Nice!

Hilarius: Can we sing again?

Lucy Gray: Let’s sing again!

Jessup: *suddenly wakes up* Is it morning already?!

Tanner: No! Go back to sleep.

Jessup: Oh, okay. Goodnight.😴

Tanner: Night.

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown, I want a strawberry cake. Can you buy me a strawberry cake for lunch tomorrow?

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Bobbin: Oi! Oi, you, shoo! Go away!

Hilarius: But-

Bobbin: Do you see that sign?! *points at a random wall*

Hilarius: What sign?

Sejanus: Is it a love sign?😀

Coryo: There’s no sign.

Bobbin: No Capitol idiots allowed after supper!

Hilarius: I’m not an idiot!

Festus: Yo, stop bullying Hilari! He’s already homeless!

Bobbin: No homeless idiots allowed!

Hilarius: I’m not homeless!

Tanner: Let’s eat!

Domitia: So who wants the first slice?😀

Coryo: Me. I’m hungry.

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: And I’m Mizzen!

Sejanus: Let me feed you, my love!

Mizzen: You’re ruining my cake!

Tanner: That cake is mine.

Coral: Gremlin, shut up!

Mizzen: Be gone, evil one! Be gone!

Domitia: Here’s a big slice for you, Tan Tan!

Tanner: Thanks, love.

Persephone: Mizzen, my bro, do you want a slice of cake too?

Mizzen: Yes, please. All of it.🥺🙏

Coral: None of it!

Sejanus: Marcus, do you want-

Marcus: I’m sleeping!

Sejanus: It’s chocolate! It’s your favorite!

Marcus: I’m allergic to chocolate.

Sejanus: It’s lactose free!

Marcus: I love milk.

Sejanus: It’s vegan friendly!

Marcus: Do I look like a f*ckin’ vegan to you?!

Sejanus: No.

Marcus: Then shut up!

Sejanus: Marcus, please!

Marcus: I’m going back to bed!

Sejanus: Coryo, help!😫

Coryo: Fine. Marcus, buddy, do you want a slice of Tanner’s cake? It’s chocolate and it’s really good.

Marcus: Make it 2. I’m hungry.

Coryo: Sure. Anything for 2.

Marcus: Thanks, Blondie. You’re the best.

Coryo: Of course I am.

Marcus: Whatever you say, love.

Sejanus: Coryo’s mine! He’s mine!

Marcus: Obviously! I’m not blind, Plinth! Your freaking “love marks” are all over Blondie’s neck!

Lucy Gray: They’re called hickeys, you uncultured swine!

Marcus: I know that!

Sejanus: That’s normal.

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Lucy Gray: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Wovey: What’s a love mark?

Lucy Gray: It’s when-

Dill: Birdy, shut up.

Sejanus: So what do you think?😀

Marcus: About what?

Sejanus: The cake!

Marcus: Ew. I don’t like cake.

Sejanus: But you said-

Coryo: Babe, let me do the talking.

Sejanus: Okay.😞

Coryo: So how’s the cake, bro?

Marcus: It’s super delicious!

Coryo: I know, right?

Marcus: I really love the chocolate cookies and the strawberry filling.

Coryo: True. Love them too.

Marcus: So who baked it?

Coryo: Domitia bought it from an exclusive expensive fancy little cake shop earlier this morning.

Domitia: For Tanner!

Tanner: Thanks, princess.

Domitia: I’m the Dairy Queen.

Tanner: My Dairy Queen.😘

Domitia: Are you my Dairy King?

Tanner: The ever handsome Dairy King of your heart, my love!

Mizzen: More like the diarrhea king!

Tanner: Mizzen, you little sh*t, shut the f*ck up!

Brandy: Yeah! Shut the f*ck up!

Mizzen: I’m the Food Emperor! Fear me and my bacon pizzas!

Coral: I give up. I’m going to bed.

Domitia: I love cows.

Tanner: I love them too.

Domitia: I hate ducks.

Tanner: I hate them too.

Domitia: You’re perfect!

Tanner: I’m special.

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Reaper: Bro, be normal!

Tanner: I’m special!

Lamina: Can I eat in peace?!

Treech: *bites Lamina’s cake*

Lamina: My cake!😭

Treech: Thanks.

Brandy: By the way-

Tanner: No.

Brandy: Where’s my big ass monster chicken?!

Persephone: No whole chicken today. Sorry.

Mizzen: Feed me more, Percy Price! Feed me more!

Persephone: Airplane or train?

Mizzen: Thomas and friends please.

Persephone: *sighs* Fine.

Wovey: I want strawberries.

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Wovey: That’s right!

Bobbin: Is Mr. Rich Clown your personal servant or something?

Wovey: Duh.

Bobbin: How?

Wovey: Bobby, unlike you and your stupid corn dog, I’m not a poor peasant who sleeps in a smelly cardboard box.

Bobbin: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Marcus: Can I have another slice?

Coryo: Sure. Here you go.

Marcus: Thanks. You single now?

Coryo: No, I’m still kissing and marrying my Seji Pie.

Sejanus: That’s right!

Marcus: Why are you even dating idiot Plinth in the first place?

Coryo: To be fair, we’ve been dating since. . .

Sejanus: Forever and ever and ever!

Coryo: Yeah, since forever.

Marcus: That’s rough, buddy.

Coryo: It’s fine. He’s super rich and he really loves me.

Marcus: He’s obsessed with you!

Reaper: Unhealthy obsessed.

Coryo: Same thing.

Treech: I’m super single. Wanna date me, Blondie?

Coryo: Sorry. I can’t. I’m not single.

Sejanus: We’re married!

Lucy Gray: I’m single!😀

Reaper: Thank Panem.

Treech: Thank you, Panem! We don’t need to see more weird talking rainbow birds in the future.

Lucy Gray: Too bad! I’m going to marry Panlo and his hair curlers!

Coral: Lol. The weird bird is going to procreate with the Panini Man!

Lucy Gray: I like bread anyway!

Sejanus: Mine! *hugs Coryo from behind* My Coryo! Mine!

Coryo: See. He loves me.

Marcus: Did idiot Plinth ever f*cked you or what?

Coryo: Literally or figuratively?

Marcus: You tell me.

Coryo: Both.

Marcus: Was he good?

Coryo: He stole my virginity.

Marcus: That’s unfortunate.

Coryo: It’s fine. He gives me a lot of money every time we fu-

Marcus: I don’t want to know!

Lucy Gray: I want to know!

Coryo: He’s sweet.

Sejanus: I’m sweet!

Marcus: He’s a menace.

Coryo: We’re working on it.

Sejanus: Coryo, let’s fu-

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Sejanus: But I want to-

Treech: Not in front of my cake!

Tanner: It’s my birthday! It’s my cake! I’m the special one!

Treech: Don’t care!

Lamina: Can I have another one?🥺

Mizzen: You’re ruining everything!

Coral: Treech, get the ropes again!

Treech: I’m not your servant!

Coral: Get the duct tape too!

Treech: Ugh! Fine!

Coral: Thanks, peasant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Coryo: Juno is not even here.

Sejanus: Kiss me, my love!

Coryo: In front of Marcus?!

Sejanus: Yes!

Marcus: What a loser.

Sejanus: I’m not a loser! I’m baby!

Marcus: Loser.

Sejanus: Fine! I’ll just crawl under a dark hole and die then!

Marcus: Good!

Sejanus: *starts crying*

Marcus: Cry harder!

Coryo: Bro, please stop bullying my sugar daddy. He’s very sensitive.

Marcus: Do better, Blondie!

Treech: I’m better!

Coryo: I’m doing my best!

Sejanus: I’m the best!😭

Coryo: Whatever you say, Babe.

Dill: Seriously, why are you guys even here?

Coryo: To celebrate Tan Tan’s birthday. Duh.

Dill: Is that all?

Coryo: No, but I can’t tell you.

Lucy Gray: Am I going to sing my love songs on stage now?

Reaper: No.

Lucy Gray: Can I sing on stage now?

Coryo: Maybe.

Reaper: I hope not.

Lamina: I’m scared!😭

Treech: I can backflip.

Tanner: No, you can’t.

Treech: Jealous, Tan Tan?

Tanner: Bobby Corn Poppy can backflip better than you, peasant.

Treech: I’m not a peasant!

Coral: Yo, servant, where’s the duct tape and ropes?!

Treech: I’m not a servant!

Coral: Of course not! You know that you’re not just a regular servant in my eyes, Lumberjack.

Treech: That’s right!

Coral: You’re my servant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Mizzen: Cake! Cake!

Coral: I’m stealing your plate.

Mizzen: Evil! Evil!

Wovey: Can I go back to sleep now?

Hilarius: Fine! I’m just gonna say it! I’m just gonna say it once!

Festus: Hilari, don’t!

Lucy Gray: Say it, clown boy! Am I going to sing on stage while the Magic Man’s cameras are rolling?!

Hilarius: You’re all going to-

Lucy Gray: Sing on television!

Reaper: Heck, no!

Lucy Gray: With the bees and birds!

Treech: I’m allergic to birds!

Hilarius: There’s more!

Coryo: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: You’re all going to perform on live television the day after tomorrow! There! I said it!

Reaper: Perform?!

Lucy Gray: Weewoo! I can’t wait!

Lamina: I’m not ready!😭

Coral: Perform what exactly?!

Hilarius: Anything! Free style! Backflips! Somersaults! Magic tricks! Card games! You tell me!

Treech: Nice!

Reaper: Panem, help me! Panem, help me! *starts praying again*

Dill: But why do we need to perform for the Capitol anyway?

Lucy Gray: Free money!

Coral: I do love money.

Coryo: We need sponsors.

Bobbin: Sponsors?! But you’re rich!

Coryo: I’m poor and so is Hilari.

Hilarius: I’m temporarily poor.

Sejanus: You were disowned.

Hilarius: Temporarily disowned.

Festus: And I have a whole family of rats to feed. So I’m also poor.

Persephone: My werewolf wannabe daddy needs his medication. So I can’t afford anything too fancy or too expensive at the moment.

Domitia: And I’m just a farm girl.

Coryo: A rich farm girl.

Dill: But what about my Mentor? His evil family’s rich, right?

Festus: True. However, our poor Class President’s very powerful mommy will never allow him to sponsor all of you.

Coryo: She won’t even sponsor us.

Dill: Why? She hates you?

Hilarius: She hates me.😔

Sejanus: She likes me. I’m rich.

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Festus: The mad madam is tragically allergic to charity, poor people, mole people, and homeless Hilari.

Reaper: Good for her! I’m allergic to idiots, birds, and weird people.

Lucy Gray: Oh! That explains why you hate yourself so much, Reaper!

Reaper: I don’t hate myself!

Lucy Gray: Poor miserable Reaper.

Reaper: I hate birds! Weird talking birds who can’t seem to shut up!

Treech: Same.

Coral: Me too.

Lucy Gray: That’s so sad! Do you want me to sing a beautiful love song for you?

Reaper: Go away, Baird!

Lucy Gray: I’ll sing a lovely song about weird talking birds then.

Reaper: Break a leg!

Lucy Gray: Thanks, bestie! I Hope you’ll like it!☺️

Reaper: Ew.

Dill: But is that the only reason?

Coryo: What reason?

Dill: The sponsorships and all that television stuff?

Coryo: No, our “prestigious” school is currently facing bankruptcy and we need a lot of money to pay off our debts but don’t ask why.

Reaper: Did you burn a big ass building down or something?

Festus: There was a flood.

Coryo: A man-made flood.

Persephone: It was my fault.

Coryo: Our fault.

Wovey: So what’s a vegan?

[rorywritesjunk]

(Birdie will get a post like this once more of her story comes out. Also this got long on accident so it gets a cut. It's Buggy having some self doubt as always. But we've also seen Buggy as an adult with Sunny so he kind of grows out of this self doubt with his relationship)

Buggy isn't really feeling it when his birthday rolls around. He got a little too drunk at Sunny's birthday two months previously, made a comment about how hot the barmaid was and wondered what she looked like underneath those clothes, out loud mind you, in front of Sunny, and even though he apologized profusely and she forgave him, he still felt terrible about it.

And it was the day before his birthday and Sunny insisted he needed to drop her off at this certain village for the day which he did. He would do anything for her to make up how he acted. He gave her whatever berry he had as well, insisting she treat herself ("Honey, it's your birthday tomorrow" she said as she tried to hand it back to him. "Yea, well, then buy me something nice!" He insisted as he refused the money.)

And Sunny was gone almost all day. Buggy was worried, not that something happened to her but what if she... Just got tired of him and left?

She was so specific that it had to be this island she goes to on this particular day, the day before his birthday. Was it planned? Was his birthday present a divorce after almost two years of marriage? He felt it would be justified. Sunny would be better off marrying someone else anyways.

So he decided to celebrate early with a bottle of rum with himself. He shut himself away in the bedroom with it, figuring he was alone now that the love of his life decided she was tired of him.

He was halfway through the bottle when the door opened and he heard the sweetest sound: her voice.

"I'm back! I got things to make you dinner tomorrow." Sunny told him as she shut the door. "And your birthday present, of course."

When she saw him sitting on the ground, back to the bed as he slumped forward, she paused for a moment. "Buggy?"

"I thought you were gonna leave me." He sniffled. "I'm a terrible husband."

Sunny sighed and walked over to him, taking the bottle of rum out of his hands and moving it out of reach. "That's enough of that. Anyway, you'll never guess who I ran into in town, Buggy. I saw Kuro again! He dresses so sharp, you know. I like to think I can have bragging rights over helping pirate captains with their wardrobes."

Buggy could only listen, feeling more and more miserable. Of course Sunny would meet someone she knew. She knew as many pirates as Buggy but she got along with them (even if some asked to marry her). Kuro being in town was another stab in Buggy's heart. She was going to leave him for Kuro.

"Hey, do you want your present now or tomorrow?" Sunny asked as she turned to look at Buggy. He wasn't paying attention to her, which was a surprise. She walked back over and knelt down in front of him. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My birthday is tomorrow and you're divorcing me!" Buggy whined. "I'm a terrible husband, I don't deserve you! You-You're leaving me for Kuro, aren't you?

"Wait, what? No!" Sunny stared at him in shock. "Why would you think that?!"

"B-Because you wanted to come here and- and he is better looking than me!" Buggy's hand grabbed the rum and brought it back over to him. He took a few more large gulps before Sunny managed to pull it away from him again.

"I'm not divorcing you!" Sunny insisted. "Buggy, is this about my birthday?" He nodded and grabbed the bottle back from her. Sunny sighed. "Honey, I told you it was fine. It was a dumb thing but that's not the dumbest thing you've done or said around me." She gave up trying to take the bottle from him, instead choosing to stand up and step back from him. "I wanted to come to this island to get to this town for a specific reason. Kuro was just a surprise."

"D'you think he's more handsome than me?" Buggy sniffled. Sunny rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Kuro is handsome, honey, but I think you're more attractive than him." Sunny told him. "Now, I'm going to show you your birthday present, okay, because maybe you'll calm down."

Buggy rubbed his eyes and looked up at her as tears streamed down his cheeks. This was it. She was going to do something dramatic like take off her wedding ring and throw it down at him, laugh about how she would go off with someone else. To his surprise and relief, she did no such thing. Instead, Sunny pulled her shirt off and turned to show him her shoulder.

Her skin was still swollen, a little bruised, but his jolly roger was clear as day, inked onto her right shoulder forever. It was shiny from the ointment, a little irritated from her shirt even, but it was there. Buggy's jaw dropped and he stood up way too fast, the alcohol hitting him and causing him to lose his balance and fall against her. Thankfully she caught him, steadying him on his feet as he reached up to touch the tattoo.

"You can't touch it, honey." She said as she pushed his hand down gently. "Not yet, anyways. It needs a few weeks to heal."

"You're not divorcing me?" Buggy managed to ask, voice wavering as he looked up at her with large, watery eyes.

"No, Buggy, I'm not divorcing you." Sunny kissed him on his forehead. "Don't think like that, okay? I wanted to surprise you with this because I love you so much and want you to know I'm committed to you. You're the only one I want."

He dropped the bottle of rum and threw his arms around her, tears gone as he hugged her tightly. "I love you sooooo much, Sunny babe! So much, you have no idea! And and you got me tattooed on you, that means you're going to love me forever, right?"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to love you forever because I got this tattooed on me." Sunny chuckled as she hugged him back. "Now, get yourself cleaned up for dinner. I need to get started on it."

Buggy held onto the hug for a moment longer, wanting to let her words sink in. She loved him, wasn't leaving him, and she would love him forever. For him, that was the best birthday gift.

[lindyloosims]

LUKA: I managed to get Daisy upstairs to bed, we should move Darius outside next to mum before she wakes up.

COLT: Yeah...

COLT: ...just a couple more minutes, and Birdie cheep cheep will be all clean, yes!

COLT: Boop!

DAISY: *chirp* Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! *giggle*

COLT: It's time to put your Uncle Darius to rest sweetie, yes it is! *sad sigh*

I wish Auntie Marion was still alive, she-wait! Cousin Violet is a spellcaster...but not a strong enough one to bring back the dead...I guess I have to accept the fact that my little brother really is gone for good.

DAISY: You moved him when I specifically said not to Luka!

LUKA: He needs to be with mum and grandpa Daisy, you know it's the right thing.

DAISY: No, the right thing would be Darius still alive!!!

LUKA: I know, of course it would be, but-

DAISY: This is bullshit, it's our birthday tomorrow! *sniffle*

DAISY: And what the fuck do you want?

LUKA: DAISY!!!

ERICK: I just came to offer my condolences cousin, I'm so sorry about Darius!

DAISY: I can't deal with this right now!

LUKA: She's just upset!

ERICK: I understand, I'll head home then. You know where I am if you need-

DAISY: Yeah yeah, thanks!

I have one grieving young lady who is snapping at everyone, and another paranoid one who thinks everyone is talking about her. Sometimes I just wanna run away, the stress is just too much!

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

[theofficersacademy]

Happy August! TOA is now officially five years old. None of the mods had this milestone in mind five years ago, but now that we're here, how about another five years?

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Lone Moon

This month is event month, so there will be no new mission board! But like last year, the June & July Mission Board will be extended to run through the end of August. The Unaffiliated requirement remains in effect for the Unaffiliated & Faculty-specific tasks.

The event will run from August 1st to August 31st. Signups are now closed - stay tuned for more information tomorrow at noon EST!

Our monthly submission limit on the site that hosts our event signups has been reset so everyone is free to take the quiz for fun now.

We will be announcing a second 5th-Year Anniversary activity on August 4th and another on August 8th. This will not require IC participation. Stay tuned for the details.

Please don’t forget to leave feedback on our feedback poll for this month! We do check the responses regularly, so if you have concerns during the event, the feedback poll is an appropriate place to pop in. Alternatively, the mods’ DMs are always open. We're wiping the Wanted List this month so our character wish list will be fresh for the new year.

Speaking of the event, stay tuned for noon EST for more information!

Important Updates

The requirements to master a lord class acquired for participation in an event have been updated. You cannot master the class with the same event that you acquired it, but any official event afterwards (Arena, Ethereal ball, etc.) can count for its mastery

We are changing our event schedule for all subsequent years: there will now only be ONE Arena event per year, not two, and it will be held in November. Originally, the biannual Arena design was implemented to rigorously test the combat manual, which was brand new at the time. Now that the manual is more or less stable, we've decided that two Arena events is no longer necessary. Because we already had an Arena event this year in June though, the next Arena won't take place until November 2025.

TOA runs a lot of events, and it makes it difficult for our members (and the mods) to have a life outside of TOA or reply to regular threads in a timely manner. Many of our members also have great ideas of their own and have expressed interest in running their own mini events during the year, but there just hasn't been a good time for them when TOA has a big event every other month. We hope that removing the second Arena will give everyone some breathing room.

Other

BIRTHDAYS

August Mun Birthdays: Axl (1st), Arden (9th), Penny (19th), Ren (20th), Harrow (25th), Maxie (28th), Kuno (29th)

August Muse Birthdays: Ephraim (1st), Eirika (1st), Natasha (6th), Laslow (7th), Alfred (8th), Patty (10th), Yuri (12th), Ares (14th), Dheginsea (14th), Edward (15th), Kliff (19th), Shiro (22nd)

MUN ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: none

2nd year: Kano (3rd), Havoc (30th)

3rd year: Birdie (4th), Vio (5th), Vivi (6th)

4th year: Soji (7th), Maxie (8th)

5th year: Ree (3rd)

MUSE ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Naesala (4th), Henry (6th)

2nd year: Linhardt (3rd), Seliph (10th), Camilla (23rd), Lloyd (30th)

3rd year: none

4th year: Marth (7th), Farina (8th)

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

[httpsserene-main]

ephemeral (bang chan)

developer notes ☽: inspired by my ig for you page being bang chan bf edits...i did not ask to be depressed because i can't find a man suitable for my standards :) fuck u christopher for being so fine tonight

soundtrack☽: birdie - kota the friend

notifications☽: 818 words, fluff, not proofread, gnl!reader

"time is our only dilemma"

a warm yellow-toned ambient glow is cast within the bathroom from a small desk lamp that you’ve commandeered as a substitution to the harsh fluorescents of the room’s installed lights. a small bluetooth speaker rests on the countertop next to the lamp on its third to last volume setting cycling through a random spotify playlist you’ve selected. it’s probably one out of the hundreds of comfort character playlists you’d never tell a soul that you listen too.

but, you realize that chan’s most likely seen the embarrassing and unending list of the cutesy-fictional catered playlists you’ve become obsessed with in the previous weeks as he’s logged in to your spotify account on his phone. a few months ago, you discovered a new playlist hiding within your massive library that you didn’t add or create, entitled “songs i listen to remind me of you.” that was at the front of your recently played, the cover photo being a picture of you asleep on the couch in chan’s studio (a photo chan’s never shown you). when you clicked to investigate further, you were shocked to see the playlist filled with over a hundred songs, and a description filled to the word limit. tears filled your eyes as you read the romantic note chan had left for you to see, and you listened to the whole playlist while cleaning your entire apartment. there wasn’t a single moment that the heat left your flustered cheeks or the sweet smile left your face. and when you met with your boyfriend in person, you certain that he was blushing underneath his mask when you alerted him of your findings, and he revealed that he was going to surprise you with your specially curated mixtape on your next visit to his studio. 

when you asked why he was giving you such a sweet gift so randomly, his answer came without hesitation. chan said, “there doesn’t need to be a reason for me to express my love for you. of course this gift is meaningful enough for valentine’s day, or an anniversary, or your birthday, but any day i have with you is enough for me to treat you like the love of my life.”

and after a revelation like that, how could you remember the embarrassing fanfic-esque playlists you had downloaded to your phone? they literally don’t matter anymore, not when you have a whole dime piece, respectful, sexy, intelligent, thoughtful-ass christopher bang chan confessing his undying love for you.

that’s all to say that you probably should’ve selected that mixtape to play through tonight, but it’s too late to change that fact, as you would hate to disturb the bubble of space you’ve created in the bathroom to retrieve your phone from the bedroom. and to interrupt the peaceful bath you and chan are enjoying. it’s a rare night that chan was able to join you in your apartment instead of you going to his dorm to see him, and the night is made more precious at the fact that he fought his workaholic tendencies to join you earlier in the evening around seven pm rather than his usual appearance past midnight. and a spontaneous date night was suddenly underway; you and chan cooked dinner together made from the dregs of ingredients in your sparse fridge (grocery day is tomorrow), made progress on cleaning up your animal crossing island together, and even got a few episodes into a short anime you wanted to watch with him. a bath was the only reasonable option to end the cozy date night you both started.

the water is probably half-an-hour away from transitioning from warm to lukewarm, and the bubbles are starting to become sparse. you’re nestled in between his legs, back pressed against his muscled-pillowy chest, head resting aside one of his shoulders to avoid smushing shower cap against his face. chan’s head is propped on the shower tiles, his neck elongated and your fascinated with the view of his adam’s apple bobbing and throat swallowing as he speaks softly to you. his eyes are shut, but he opens them every time you speak to him, seeping with the adoration he has for you. his hands rest on your waist underneath the water, and every so often he squeezes you lighty, and traces patterns on your skin he only knows. eventually you two find yourself running out of things to talk about, but the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. you gladly allow your eyes to flutter closed, and chan begins humming softly; both of you are well aware that you should wrap up the bath, as you both still have early starts tomorrow morning, or rather–this morning.

moments like these are few and far for a man of chan’s lifestyle, and neither of you are going to be the one to cut it short. while this scene is ephemeral, that does not mean it is insignificant.

much love, <3 kirby !!!

© killakirby - piracy and plagiarism are not allowed. no reposts on any form of media

[noxexistant]

matthew duckett practically danced up to me at stage door in the pouring rain with an umbrella and a grin on his face and said, “hello, you! a little birdie tells me it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

[hekateinhell]

currents

tagged by @apoptoses ty ily 😾💖🧀🐠

current time: 11:15pm

current mood: hormemotional, sleep-deprived (i'm always sleep-deprived though rip)

current activity: i mean- i'm here but i should be finishing the mermaid au prompt i wanted done by tomorrow/replying to ao3 comments/leaving ao3 comments don't look at me

currently thinking about: the parallels between the little prince and the fox in the children's book The Little Prince and lestat and armand's dynamic in VC after @monstersinthecosmos brought it to my attention, i am and will remain devastated for the foreseeable future

current favorite song: Love Like Ghosts thanks to @birdblacksocialclub 🥹 (i've been fucked up for a week over this song now ty birdy, it's very l/a to me – the period where armand is hanging around NOLA waiting for lestat to wake up)

currently reading:

The Fifth Agreement

my textbook for advanced social policy 💀

currently watching: nothing, i don't have the attention span for tv or movies in general. i was hooked on succession for a while but that's over now.

current favorite character: ✨ARMAND✨ although i feel like i've been focusing on lestat a lot lately too. i've always been an l/a girlie (i multiship so in general i think i'm pretty happy), but i don't feel that i properly appreciated lestat as his own character until i got older and i'm really enjoying the deep dive into his personality and assorted traumas (look, i adore a good clinical case study and there's A Lot to harvest from him and armand, separate and together)

current WIPs:

🖤 armand/lestat/louis au threesome follow-up fic to Exposed

🖤 lestat/armand petplay with a twist fic for #VCKinkWeek

🖤 armand/lestat/daniel play party fic for #VCKinkWeek

🖤 lestat/armand fisting fic (this one has been half done since jan and i just need to commit and get lestat all the way in there, okay?)

🖤 chapter 7 of Our House (i lost my daniel voice a while back for Reasons and i'm desperately trying to get him back because this fic is largely from his pov lmao so i've already started the same chapter at least 3-4 different times, but you know what we persevere and it'll happen when it happens)

🖤 a couple prompts i removed from my a/d and l/a prompt collection on ao3 so because i want to edit and expand them to 3-5ks before reposting them as one-shots (a/d in the pool on daniel's birthday and l/a cockwarming IF ANYONE IS LOOKING FOR THEM I'M SO SORRY AND THEY'LL BE BACK UP EVENTUALLY 🫣)

tagging @monstersinthecosmos @covenofthearticulate @this-writer-needs-coffee @love-me-im-dead @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance and anyone else who wants to do it just say hekate tagged you!

[peacheenie]

MY BOSS CALLED ME EARLIER AND ASKED IF I WANTED MY BDAY OFF FROM WORK TOMORROW WAGH !!! hes so awesome. he called me like" hey. a little birdy told me its your birthday tomorrow. WHY are you working on ur birthday" khgkagkhdgkhd he told me to go visit them tho cuz they got me a gift 🥺