#birfday bear

[dcviated]

I hope you have a wonderful birthday today, bear! Any fun plans and/or presents for today? Maybe little party hats for the cats?

Still trying to come up with an IC ask or two, but I'm working on replying (and adding to queue! You know how I feel about quick replies) to Wylan being smitten today. So that's happening.

I hope so too. But as you can probably guess I'm not making a huge event of it. P: Didnt take time off and my wife is working until later to boot.

But I got a delicious meal to look forward to when shes back and. There might. Be a cake.

And a secret gift my wife got me thats been sitting on the table for almost a month... we will see later what that is too.

Dont fret too hard over sending asks. Theyre appreciated but far from mandatory. Id rather you enjoy the day yourself my friend.

[echoooo000]

@soggifin hap birf

[potter-solomons]

I MADE IT TO 34 today. I'm going to imagine Alfie singing me 'appy birfday to my dove all day 😂

[pizacat72]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEM!!! hope i'm not too late! i come bearing cake :] just. imagine the bunny is chester trying to steal your cake. unbelievable!!! /silly

and!!! pocket rahm :3

seriously tho- i hope you have a wonderful stress-free day!! /gen, vpos

Bunny!!!! Pocket rahm!!! Hehehe thank you spinny! You're a great frien :3 /gen /vvpos

[cowcowwow]

Happy birthday!

DHSHDGFHDHDHG OH MY GOODNESS ALL TUESE RWBY CAKES ARE SO SO COOL AJAJDHFJFBXBC THESE IE SP SWEET ASAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THANK YE ILLY DGFHSBXBDBXBXBCBBFDBXBCBBNV 💙💙💙💙💙💖💖💖❣️❣️❣️❣️

[webdollzz]

Birthday girl ᯓᡣ𐭩

a/n: in light of my girls birthday…thought i’d write this. @scoobywrites690, happy birthday mama. i hope you had the best day ever (and this makes it that little bit better)

warnings: SEX! BIRFDAY SEXXX. mixes up between rough n soft. oral (f rec), mating press?? ish? multiple orgasms,

Simon did anything he could to make sure he would be back just in time for your birthday. Sure, being in the military, you didn’t have much — or any at all — control over when you got to go home, but he still tried.

And thankfully, he did manage to.

On the day of your birthday, infact. Best gift ever, right?

You were still out, likely with friends or something along those lines, so it meant he had the house to himself for an unknown amount of time, so he had to do the best with what he can.

He ran to the nearby hobby store, where he knew there would be banners, balloons, all the birthday decorations.

One hand taping banners to the wall, mouth occupied blowing up a balloon and his other hand holding it so it didn’t just fly out his mouth.

He was trying his hardest to get it all done before you came back.

When you entered the house, bag draped over your shoulders, you let out a sigh of relief at finally being able to just collapse and watch a movie until you fell asleep.

You kicked off your shoes, throwing them somewhat towards the direction of the shoe case.

You wished Simon was here, it’d make everything so much easier for you. You understood his job wasn’t necessarily the easiest to get away from, anything but infact, but you could still wish you had your husband with you.

Switching on the lights, a loud gasp ripped from your throat at the sight of a tall, brooding man stood in the middle of your living room.

When you realised it was your tall, brooding man stood in the middle of your living room, with a dorky smile and a balloon is hands — you could swear you wanted to scream.

Wordlessly, you let the bag drop from your shoulders, nose scrunching as tears filled your eyes. You shuffled towards him, falling into his chest head first and wrapping your arms tightly around him.

He reciprocated — of course — his arms going around your waist tightly and practically lifting you off your feet.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” You whispered into his chest, sniffling away your tears. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry this year.

“I’d never miss my wife’s birthday.” He kissed the crown of your head, peppering more all over your forehead before reaching your cheek.

“C’mon,” He tugged you away from him, having to begrudgingly separate you two like velcro. “There’s more.”

He pulled you along, walking past all the banners and balloons, being led to the bedroom.

Rose petals led the way, his warm hand enveloping yours; and you gripped him just that little bit tighter.

There was candles lit, the ceiling light off so they were the only thing illuminating the bed, which was covered in various things.

More rose petals, some bath salts, bubbles, a large teddy bear (which won’t fit anywhere in your already cluttered, hoarder house), a few pieces of jewellery, some chocolate and fluffy socks. ‘Cause who doesn’t love fluffy socks?

You sniffled again, looking at all the presents he managed to get you in the maybe four hour span you weren’t home and he was.

“I know s’ not a lot, I didn’t know how long you were going to be.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he stared at what he classes as a sad display.

You grabbed him by the shirt, tugging him down to your level a little, watching his eyes flick away from the bed to you.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Well, who is he to deny that?

He smiled before his head tilted down the rest of the way down, lips brushing hours before they locked in a kiss. A kiss filled with passion, longing, and need.

It had been so long since you had kissed Simon, that you almost had forgotten the pressure of his kiss entirely.

It started slow, sensual, soft. His hands drifting from your waist to your cheeks, thumb slowly stroking them. Your hands went from his chest to the back of his neck, tugging him closer and deepening the kiss.

The kiss went from slow and sensual to fast and needy, very quickly. He took a step forward, and you backed up until your knees hit the bed; not breaking the kiss.

He went to push you back against the bed, but got interrupted by your little wince of being poked in the back with a bottle of bubble bath.

He grumbled, taking the objects off one by one and putting them on the dresser, walking backing forth and making you laugh at him.

You pushed all the remaining stuff off the bed, hopping onto it and leaning back on your elbows, legs spread invitingly.

He smirked, approaching slowly and moving to kneel between your legs.

“Where do you want me, my love?” He asked, peppering kisses along your cheek before they drifted down to your neck.

You grabbed his wrist, slowly guiding his hand to your jean clad cunt, making a slow smirk form on his lips that you could feel against your skin.

“Can’t say no to the birthday girl, can I?” He practically purred against your skin before his hands fumbled at your jean buttons, tugging them down your thighs before he threw them to the floor.

Upon seeing the already forming wet patch on your panties, he let out a low laugh as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit through your panties.

“So wet already ‘n’ we ain’t even started.” He teased, dripping his head down to begin kissing your neck again.

“Shut up and just fuck me, ‘kay?” You hissed through gritted teeth, hand going to the back of his head to keep him where he is.

He hummed slowly, fingers tugging your panties down your legs and dismissing them else where, pushing your legs open wide before leaning back — getting a nice, long look at you.

“So fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned, hands sliding up your body and going to the hem of your shirt, pulling that off and throwing it, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of your bedroom.

You shivered, before bucking your hips closer to him to try and find friction, letting a soft — almost pained — whimper leave your lips.

“Please.” Was all it took from you, and he was sliding between your legs until he was led on his chest.

Usually, he’d have you beg way more than that, but since it’s your birthday, he figured you can have it easy just this once.

“M’ getting to it, baby.” He said through his kisses he scattered along your inner thighs, big, strong arms wrapping around them to keep them spread open for him.

“Si..” You cried, head falling back against the pillow as you began getting impatient, hips attempting to shuffle towards him so he’d just fucking get there faster.

But unfortunately, his burly tatted arms kept you from doing such.

He ignored your pleas, continuing his kisses and occasional nibbles as he made his way closer and closer to your wet cunt, watching the way you tried to squirm and the way you clenched around nothing.

Keeping his eyes on you, he flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of your pussy, from your needy hole to your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a harsh gasp and a hand fly to his hair, tugging on it.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently and making your noises grow louder and more frequent, pulling him closer and putting your thighs around his head.

“Fuck, Si. Don’t stop.” You cried, heavy breathing and loud moans falling from your pretty lips as two fingers prodded at your entrance, the intrusion making you hiss softly before it heightened your pleasure — the same reaction you always had.

He watched you intently, slowly guiding his fingers in and out of you as his mouth lapped and sucked at your clit, groaning when you’d tug on his hair a little bit harder.

You lifted your head, eyes half lidded as you looked down to see him already staring at you, hips slightly grinding against the mattress below you.

The sight had the knot in your stomach twisting tighter, brows furrowing as your thighs began shaking.

“Si — Simon, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum.” You whisper-chanted at him, and he just continued the same movements, not changing the rhythm of his fingers as they curled inside you, feeling your warm walls flutter as you grew closer and closer.

He pulled away, gently leaning his head on your inner thigh as he stared at you like a love sick puppy, hips humping at the mattress. Like a bitch in heat.

“It’s okay, love. Cum f’me, c’mon.” He cooed, giving you a little nod before his head dipped back down and lapped at you like a man starved.

If it wasn’t for the hot heat of pleasure rushing through your entire body and mind, the wet sound of him pumping his fingers in and out of you, and his mouth sucking at your sensitive cunt would’ve normally felt you embarrassed.

But you were too occupied to be insecure right now.

“Fuck, fuck. M’ cumming, m’ cumming!” You gasped, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you in harsh and hot waves, a long drawn out moan leaving your throat.

He nearly came in his boxers from the sight of you cumming alone, his eyes fluttering gently as they never strayed away from you.

Your body finally relaxed against the bed and his movements slowed to a stop, before he pulled away and kissed your pussy, then your stomach, chest, neck, jaw, and finally: lips.

You sighed softly at the taste of yourself against his tongue as he kissed you, his hands going to his trousers to pull at them until they were off him and on the floor instead — boxers following suit rather quickly.

Using your slick left on his fingers, he jerked himself off just a little before lining himself up with your entrance, breaking the kiss to watch.

His large hands hooked underneath your weak, trembling thighs, pushing them to your chest as you let out another sigh, head falling back and eyes closing as you felt his tip nudging against your clit.

He pushed himself in slowly, both of you letting out a low moan as he did so, sliding in with ease until he was buried to the hilt, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he forced himself to not cum.

He wanted at least one more out of you before he did.

“Move — please, move. I need it.” You coaxed him, hands fumbling with the bottom sheets as you tried to push yourself into him further.

“Mhm, I am, I am.” He whispered softly, voice comforting as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, ankles now dangling by his head.

His arm wrapped around your thighs, forcing them flat against his front as his other arm was supporting his body weight so he didn’t completely crush you.

He began slowly thrusting into you, easing you in as he was on deployment for a while and he knows your stupid toys don’t do it like he does.

He watched where you were connected, admiring the way your cunt so eagerly took him and swallowed him whole, triggering him to let out a low growl and begin increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

You mewled; hands clawing at whatever skin of his was available, incoherent babbles of whatever he can assume is his name falling from your lips along with loud moans.

He leant down, bringing some of his large weight down against you as he pounded your cunt like he wouldn’t be able to again, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could watch your pretty face contort in pleasure.

He reached his hand out to hold your cheek, leaning down to kiss you gently, contrasting his harsh and fast thrusts.

He felt your cunt flutter around him once more, and he smiled against your lips before pulling back, tucking hair behind your ear.

“You gonna cum again, sweetheart?” He asked you, watching the way your head nodded quickly and your hands reached out to paw at his chest.

“Mhm, mh— m’ gonna cum, fuck. I missed you, missed you so much.” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as the ache in your lower abdomen grew and grew at a quick pace; jaw falling and lips forming a little o.

He smirked, holding your face and admiring you like he wasn’t ruining your pretty little pussy.

“I know, I know. I missed y’too, baby. Cum f’me, c’mon. Show me how much you missed me.” He groaned, feeling his own orgasm threaten to hit him at any second, and he just had to hope you came first.

And you did.

You let out a loud cry, mixed with a gasp as your legs locked around his waist. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching so much that you were hardly even led on the bed anymore.

He felt your orgasm coat his entire cock, triggering his own as his thrusts grew sloppier, before he completely buried himself as far into your cunt he could and filled you up until you were practically dripping.

You both came down from your highs, panting heavily as he collapsed (but left his weight off you mainly) ontop of you, burying his face into your neck.

Your eyes closed briefly, before they snapped open at the feeling of his thrusts beginning again.

Looking at your face, he let out a low laugh.

“What, did you think your gift was over?”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

SUMMARY: Charles and your son buy you a meaningful gift for your birthday

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Pairing: Charles leclerc x reader, dad! Charles leclerc

Your sons hand was held tightly in Charles as they walked through the Store. The two were on a mission to find you a gift for your birthday. Your son was going on and on about how he wanted to get you a big gift. Macaroni necklace were no longer satisfying to the little boy anymore.

After a bit Charles caved and decided to take him to buy you something. After you left to go out with your girlfriends, the two leclerc’s went on their hunt

“We get a big gift Papa.” Your son said to Charles. The two looked through the aisles trying to figure out what to get. Charles suggested a mug and makeup but your son was quick to say no.

“Qu'est-ce qu'on va avoir ?" (What are we going to get).’ Charles stopped, kneeling down to your son’s height. The 4 year old pressed his pointer finger to his chin, eyebrows knitted as he started to think.

“I don’t know.”

Charles hummed. “Maybe we can get her some jewelry. Comment sonne un collier?” (how does a necklace sound?)

Your son face lit up and he quickly nodded. Charles stood back up and took his son’s hand leading them to the jewelry store.

-

“Wow, look at all these papa!” Your son peered into the glass case looking at all the different pieces of jewelry. Charles smiled. He loved watching your son getting fascinated by the little things in life.

“so which necklace should we get for Maman?” Charles asked after your son was done looking at the display.

“We get those most beautiful one.”

“how about we get something with your name on it?” Charles leads your son over to the necklace with names on it. Charles and your son spent a few minutes discussing what they should get.

After a bit of tiny bickering they settled on a necklace that said mama and a charm with both Charles and your son’s initials.

As Charles and your son walked out of the store after Charles paid your son couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Je suis vraiment enthousiaste.” (I’m so excited)

Charles chuckled placing the boy in his car seat. While Charles buckled him up he couldn’t help but tell him a few last words.

“When we get home you can’t tell Maman we got her the necklace. We have to wait till tomorrow. Pinky promise me you won’t say a thing.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. Your son quickly wrapped his pinky around his father’s. “I promise!”

--

Charles and your son made it home around the time you did. For the rest of the night Charles and your son kept their secret between them both.

Whenever you asked what they did while out all they did was mumble nothing with a little smirk.

The next day Charles woke up as soon as the sun peaked over horizon to get your birthday started. He slipped out of bed quietly so he didn’t wake you up and got dressed. It wasn’t unusual for Charles to get up early so if you saw him missing it wouldn’t be suspicious.

He left the apartment and ran to the store quickly. He got your favorite flowers and some pastries and tea from your favorite bakery.

When he returned home you were still fast asleep unaware of his run.

Charles creeped into your sons room quietly. The little boy was fast asleep in his car bed with his teddy bear tucked under his arm. He looked so peaceful. Charles didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew if he didn’t your son would be upset.

“Hey y/s/n, C'est l'heure de se lever.” (time to get up)

Your son sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Is it Maman birfday?”

Charles hummed. “Yes it is. Ready to get her the gifts we got?”

Your son nodded and tore the blanket off his body. He was ready.

You were fast asleep when you felt jumping on the bed. Groaning you Slowly opened your eye’s. The first thing you see is your smiley son standing In your bed in his Ferrari pajamas.

“Maman, Joyeux anniversaire!!”(happy birthday) your son leaned down and kissed your cheek gently something he learned from watching his dad.

“happy birthday Mon amour. We got you some breakfast from your favorite bakery and some flowers.”

Charles sat the breakfast bag and flowers on your nightstand before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your other cheek.

“maman me and papa got you a present yesterday!”

You son took the gift from Charles and handed it to you. The little boy giggled with excitement as you began ripping the paper off the present.

You gasped when you saw the necklace in the box. “ This is amazing baby!”

“It has Mama on it for you and me and papa’s initials.” Your son smiled proudly as he explained.

“I love it. I’m going to wear it every day.” You leaned over and kissed your son Chubby cheek making him giggle. you turning to Charles and doing the same.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked Charles. Your husband smiles, “of course.”

You turned around letting Charles place the necklace around your neck. You looked down at it taking it in. You weren’t lying when you said you were going to wear it every day. It was beautiful, it’s going to be your prize possession forever.

“Im hungry.” You heard your son say. He eyeballed the bag on the table. Charles laughed. “Ok let’s eat breakfast then later we’re going to get ready so I can take maman on to other surprises.”

--

My request are open for any Charles fics because I have no ideas. Also if I write more dad fics what should I call the boy?

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Some Curtis love for you. ❤️

You know I will always take some Curtis love.

Warnings- FLUFFY FLUFF UNCLE CURTIS.

I'm A Girl Uncle Honey

"Okay Uncle Curtis, your birfday is same as mine." Sophia stated while she had Curtis sit on the edge of the couch, her makeup kit spread out on the coffee table.

Curtis gave a slight nod. "Yup, sure is Sophia Bear. Coming up in another month."

"So we gotta be pretty for the par-tay!" She announced while flipping open the pretty as a princess color kit, loaded with everykind of shade of eye shadow, blush and lipstick that a little kid could ever want. "I gotta practice your look now."

You watched from the other end of the couch, hiding your amusement with your nose in a book, but you peeked over the edge to see Curtis's reaction.

Now this man could give so many excuses to his niece, try to talk her out of painting his face. But he scooted closer while looking at the colors she had available and he pointed to a very vibrant blue. "This would make my eyes really look nice." In which she picked up her brush and dabbled it into the color, adding a generous amount of an almost neon blue.

"M'kay, close your eyes." Sophia said so seriously that Curtis followed her instructions right away.

Sophia concentrated so hard on applying the layers of makeup to Curtis, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth and her brows furrowed, much like his does when he was concentrating on something. After a while of them going back and forth about colors, she announced he was finished and set her brush down.

"How do I look?" Curtis asked, turning to face you. Your eyes were twinkling over the book as you studied him. You had to admit, Sophia did a pretty good job for being all of four years old.

"Very handsome Curtis, Sophia you did an excellent job." You praised, making the little girl beam proudly at her work. She swiftly turned to her makeup pallet, grasping the brush to give to her uncle.

"Okay, make me pretty Uncle Curtis." She informed him.

"Kid, you're already pretty without it." He took the brush and swipped it in the first color she was pointing too. "But let's see if I can do as good a job as you did on me."

It was much later, after Sophia was fast asleep in the guest bedroom for the night did you find Curtis washing off the makeup from his face. You leaned against the doorway watching him while he scrubed at the blush Sophia got half mixed in his beard. "You're pretty good with her, doing her makeup and everything."

"I'm a girl uncle Honey, I gotta be prepared for anything." He said lightheartedly as he continued scrubbing at his face. "You got any of those wipes to take this off though?"

[justalittlecutiepie]

Happy birfday to me!! M got some super cute stuff + a hello kitty build a bear and clothes for my mel!!

[ephemerasnape]

Hi, you’re awesome. Asking how would dark wizards react to birthdays (Rookwood’s birthday 😬) or times of celebration like Christmas/ Halloween please and thank you! 🎩🎁

Dark Wizards React - 4

How would _____ react to it being a special occasion like a birthday or holiday?

Poacher Executioner Mortimus Ackerley

"Awww, ye remembered me birfday!" Mortimus will crow, nearly smooshing the cake you've brought him between you as he pulls you into a tight bear hug.

You'd overheard the Executioner musing about his favorite type of cake - butterbeer cake with flobberworm gummies baked into it, encased in a thick layer of shrivelfig and coconut icing - a combination only an uncivilized brute like Mortimus could enjoy.

And yet, imagining the smile that graces his gruff features as he cuts into the cake and discovers it's exactly that warms your heart.

"Happy birthday, Morty."

Ashwinder Scout Oswald Tarrington

Christmas has always been a day - or, rather, a time of year - during which Oswald has felt as if he were on the outside looking in.

Having lost his mother at an early age and never known his father, the holidays had always been a bittersweet time for him, even when he'd been celebrating them with his grandparents. And they'd done their best, but little Oswald know something was missing - or someone.

Mummy. And daddy. Him too. Whoever he may be...

Every year through when he was ten or eleven, Oswald would write to Father Christmas to ask for his dad to come find him. Although his grandparents were very loving, they were quite poor, and he often went without. He imagined another life with his father - a better life with a man who hadn't known, hadn't realized he'd fathered a child, otherwise, he would never have left...

Now, still young, but aged beyond his years, Oswald has become accustomed to spending Christmas with the Ashwinders. He tries not to extort, rob, or threaten anyone on that particular day. Christmas spirit an' all.

If he's lucky, Oswald might get a few galleons, a pint at the Hog's Head, or a treat stolen from Honeyduke's. But it's alright, he doesn't do much for others either, although.. there is this one lady he's had his eye on, and he thinks about stopping by Gladrags to pick something up for her.

I've a five finger discount, after all.

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I might do more on this one later.

[dcviated]

@convxction @squidsavior @sapphiren

Thanks you guys. I had to retype this three times because mobile is just like that with me.

Every year I get older the tech is less kind to my fingers. :')

And now Im waiting for IT to finish upgrading my laptop with another hard drive. That I dont need but thems the breaks.

[aleanthrope]

BIRFDAY HAULL!!!

my boyfriend @wereyeena got me the build a bear werewolf, my mum got me the black wolf and my mum crocheted me the maned wolf!!

haunted mound card made by my bf!!! NOT revealing my age

AAAND a new tablet and balders gate 3!!! this is the xp-pen artist 12 pro!! it's so good tho the colouring is kinda off

[ofbelobog]

"Bronya...?" A quiet, unsure tone that was normally never evident in Seele's voice breaks the otherwise silent atmosphere of the room-- her eyes remain fixed on something (anything) that isn't anywhere near Bronya's gaze; were she to look close enough, the Underworlder's cheeks would be flushed with a soft pink tint. Her hands remained tucked behind her back, clearly in an attempt to hide something. A poor attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. "I... ah... Happy birthday," She mumbles as she steps closer, ducking her head as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. This shouldn't have been embarrassing as it was, really, but... this was all new to her, as well. It wasn't like she normally had the ability to get a gift so ... personal and tailored. "I brought you something. It's-- It's kind of silly, honestly, and I wouldn't even blame you if you didn't like it!" A nervous laugh follows, violet eyes finally raising to inspect the expression on her partner's face. The deep breath that follows is all she does to steel herself for the embarrassment that will surely come after. With shaky hands, she extends a plushie towards her friend-- it's a fluffy black cat, with narrowed eyes that bear a stark resemblance to an annoyed expression. The whiskers are slightly crinkled, giving the impression that perhaps it's a kitty that has erred on the wild side. The most important addition, however, is a little red bandana tied around its arm... One that matches the same one that Seele sports, a gift from Wildfire that never left her person. "It's dumb, I know. Honestly, I'll just-- Ah, damn it... Serval said it looked like me, and she thought it would be cute if I gave it to you, but this is all so stupid!" The last part of her tirade comes out in a jumble, voice raising to an octave higher than normal. Her eyes close for the briefest of moments before she forcefully stuffs the 'cat' into Bronya's arms. A brief pause, an uncharacteristic silence from Seele-- followed by her leaning forward to lightly press her lips to the other girl's cheek in something that could barely be called a kiss. (She blames it on the nerves.) "H--- Happy birthday, okay?" Seele barely manages to choke it out before turning on her heel, a single gloved hand covering the lower half of her face. She couldn't get out of here fast enough, honestly, and she had to stifle the urge to crash through the window of Qlipoth Fort in order to have the quickest escape route possible. DAMN, THIS IS EMBARRASSING. I CAN'T FUCKIGN DO THIS

(( happy birfday miss bronya YAYYYY ))

There is so little fanfare on this day that one might almost forget the nature of the occasion. The staff of Qlipoth Fort move as normal, the walls remain bare and undecorated, and Bronya—celebrant though she may be—finds herself rummaging through paperwork instead of blowing out candles. The Supreme Guardian doesn't mind. Every birthday was not a celebration of her, but rather, a celebration of who she would be. Each passing year marked a step closer towards Guardianship. Though disguised with joy and sweet cakes, it would always be a reminder of how far Bronya still was—and how she's closer than she's ever been.

But, of course, this office minutiae doesn't last long. Like the flap of butterfly wings rippling through the cosmos, a visitor tears her way through the silence. 

"Oh, hello Seele."

Bronya greets the Underworlder with her usual cordial nod, but it doesn't take her long to realize that there's nothing usual about Seele's behavior. The flushed face, the stammering voice, the meekness of her movements—all are symptoms of some greater anomaly that she is not privy to. Until, of course, Seele stutters and stumbles her way through her words, and Bronya realizes her reason for coming here. Gray eyes widen.

"You remembered my birthday?" she says, her heart pounding as Seele brings out something from behind her back. While she would expect someone from the Overworld to be familiar with the date, she doesn't think an Underworlder would care to know—doesn't think that Seele of all people would. But she does know, and she does care. Enough to even bring her a custom gift.

Bronya feels something in her chest squeeze when she sees the black cat. The feeling intensifies when she notices the resemblance it has with its giver.

One might see it as nothing more than some shabby crafts project, but Bronya sees it as an extension of Seele's very soul—a piece of herself that she wishes for her to have. There is no greater honor than to be bestowed with such a precious thing. The Overworlder feels its burden weigh in her stomach and in her chest, sinking like hot metal into snow.

"Seele, I don't know what to say, I'm very touched—Ah!"

Before she can continue her speech, the stuffed cat is pushed into Bronya's arms. And before she can recover from that, Seele plants a kiss on her cheek—lighter than a butterfly's feet yet somehow searing with the fury of a thousand suns. While the Underworlder retreats, pulling away so quickly her face is but a red blur, Bronya lingers on the moment. Her hand goes to her cheek, fingers pressing onto the skin that Seele touched. As though wishing to imprint it into her face forever.

"Seele…" Bronya finally utters after a brief silence. Then, she lets out a small laugh, "You're being very silly. Of course I love your present. Thank you…" unconsciously, her arms wrap around the black cat tighter, smothering it in an embrace, "Thank you for everything."

( In the coming days, people will notice a small change in scenery—there, atop the Guardian's desk, a stuffed black cat stands in permanent watch, its eyes seemingly following any who enter Qlipoth Fort. While some are unnerved by it, the Supreme Guardian only looks at it with a great deal of fondness. )

[kassifieddocuments2]

happy birfday frebby fast bear.... is been ten years, waow. anyway here's spring bonnie and fredbear!!! no it's not just them instead of the fnaf 1 crew because i didn't wanna draw foxy and chica today wdym

[pnuk-r0ck]

Hiii interwebs I was hanging with some friends 4 Themis @themisthemenace birfday and me and Syd @faded-moon13 went 2 Build-a-bear @ the mall we went 2 and we made bears 4 each other😈 I made the brown 1 for Syd named Framk and they made the rainbow 1 4 me named Rawr XD

The people working there were sooo nice and 1 employee gave us PTV bracelets (first ones Syds, second ones mine)

[juneberrie]

happy birfday to percy jackson aka the silliest pookie bear to ever pookie bear