#brithday in a dark room

[beautifulfaaces]

Riley Dandy

Facts

September 17, 1996

American actress

Filmography

Ashley/ Chloe [A Hollywood Christmas: 2022]

Sofia [That’s Amor: 2022]

Bethany [A Kiss on Candy Lane: 2019]

Maddie [Kappa Crypto: 2018]

Katie [Birthday in a Dark Room: 2016]

Daphne [Temple of Triassac: 2013]

Appearance

blonde

blue eyes

1.70m

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult

[citrusitonit]

ive decided to become a diehard fan of something. wish me luck

[su8ki]

BSF DRABBLE W/ BND

BSF! bnd x reader. ot6. fluff. drabbles. synopsis - random scenario where ot6 bnd plan a surprise birthday party for you except it doesn’t go as planned. wc. 693

a/n - first work on this blog so hopefully it isnt too bad. no romance involved for this as i just wanted to depict genuine close friendships

++ read under the cut!

✧. ┊ bnd planning a surprise party for you (ot6)

“woonhak, you spelled ‘birthday’ wrong on the cake!”

at the mention of the error, riwoo and jaehyun, who had occupied the kitchen along with woonhak and sungho, looked down at the cake. almost immediately, the two burst out into a fit of laughter.

woonhak, who had been in charge of the writing on the cake, began to panic. you were bound to arrive any minute now with taesan and leehan as they were assigned to bring you back home after a planned hangout.

“what do i do??” he opts to seek help from sungho as the other two were too busy laughing at his mistake. “we don’t have an extra cake!”

in the midst of the youngers panic, the sound of a text coming from riwoo’s phone had caught the attention of the four boys.

leehan: we’re outside, get ready.

the laughter that filled the room was soon replaced with panic-- with riwoo, sungho and woonhak rushing to hide themselves behind the kitchen counter and jaehyun running to switch off the lights before joining them.

“quick, put the candles on the cake!” sungho whispers hurriedly to jaehyun. they watch anxiously as the boy digs in his pocket, searching for the candle that he was assigned to hold. as they continued to wait, jaehyun nervously looked at the three in front of him. “uhh i think i lost the candles.”

“and you had the nerve to laugh at my mistake.” woonhak rolled his eyes.

"at least i know how to spell." "why didnt you do it then?" "why should i when that was your job."

as the two continued whispering back and forth, with sungho and riwoo attempting to mediate, they missed the sound of the door unlocking.

“why is it so dark in here.”

at the sound of your voice, the group's eyes go wide, only fueling another cycle of whispered complaints. with footsteps growing near, woonhak grabs the first thing he spots and shoves it on top of the cake. having no time to process the sudden move, the four sprung up as the lights turned on, shouting a loud happy birthday!

looking at the string of decorations and the boys around you, your initial shock was soon replaced with a feeling of warmth. it was heartwarming, however, you couldn’t help but notice the nervous smiles that painted the faces of the four in front of you, especially woonhak.

“why do you look so nervous?” you ask teasingly. it wasn’t until you looked down at the item in the hands of the youngest when you realized the source of their nerves.

“happy..” you pause, trying to bite back the laugh that wanted to escape your lips. “brithday?”

at that, taesan and leehan were quick to look at the cake, groaning in frustration. “you guys had one job!” at taesan’s outburst, the laugh you had been trying to suppress had finally escaped. “and why is there a plastic fork in the cake??”

woonhak frowns. “i panicked! you guys gave me less than five minutes to work on the cake and jaehyun hyung lost the candle so I had no choice!”

while the six of them continued arguing about the cake and blaming each other for supposedly "ruining the surprise,” you had finally calmed down from laughing. taking in the moment, you could only smile in adoration at the group in front of you.

“thank you guys for doing this,” the genuine appreciation evident in your tone. “it means a lot to me.”

the boys could only stare at you in awe. jaehyun was the first to move, immediately rushing to engulf you in a side hug with a smile adorning his face. one by one, the rest followed suit and surrounded themselves around your figure. after a moment passes, they finally decide to break away and give you some space.

leehan spoke, breaking the silence. "enough of the sappy stuff," he slings an arm around your shoulder, "let's cut your cake now!"

"about that," woonhak trails, growing more nervous as all eyes were on him "i may or may not have found that fork on the floor and shoved it into the cake..."

end.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Can you please do aged-down levi one-shot?? I've been thinking of a hc where levi didn't know how old he actually is since they don't have birth certificate back in the underground, the fact that he never celebrate his brithday didn't really help. Since Farlan said he's 25 when they first joined the scouts, Levi just assume he's also 25 and that he's just short. Timeskip (3-4 years?) to when the 104th cadets were recently admitted, one day, Levi had a growth spurt...and even grew taller than Hange (I mean..Armin had a frickin glow up when he's 19 ish..so Levi can too :,,)

The scouts we're just like....wth...how old r u, and Levi's just like uh idk 😒.

SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD 😭✋

The Hope of Humanity Characters: Levi x Hange, Erwin, Miche, Eren Word count: 1122 words

Pale light filtered through the window’s cross grilles, exposing patches of flaking plaster around the walls of the small room. Beneath one of the tall panes stood a wooden desk and chair, whilst a low couch of blue leather ran alongside the adjoining wall. Sitting upon it, shoulders hunched, shirt dirtied and stained with blood, huddled Eren Jaeger. The boy was holding a white cloth to his bruised, swollen face. Hange Zoe knelt before him, brandishing a cotton swab with increasing vigour. 

Behind them, Mike Zaccharius had crossed the space to gaze through the other unobstructed window. He stood so immensely tall that his blonde mop of hair almost swept its top frame. Commander Erwin Smith had followed, his boots striking smartly against the parquet floor. He too stooped before Eren and extended a hand. Captain Levi was leaning back against the far wall, arms crossed with a sullen air. As he stood surveying his comrades gathered around the shivering adolescent, something struck Hange about the man’s appearance. Then, their eyes widened as Levi strode forwards slowly.

His dark hair swept gracefully into grey-blue eyes, both narrowed in contempt. There was a coolness in his expression; a muscle flexing in his jaw.

But there was something else… something intrinsic about him had changed. Broad shoulders filled out his tan, leather jacket; the sleeves no longer reached his wrists. White cotton strained across his abdomen; the buttons of Levi’s shirt threatened to slide open with each stride. Dark straps cut into his sides as he moved. Buckles were laced tight over his thighs, revealing a swell of muscle through the material of his trousers. Hange’s eyes drifted along the inside of his thigh… oh, they were snug. Very snug. 

They swallowed, wrenching their gaze away as Levi threw himself down heavily beside Eren. As Levi crossed a leg over his knee, with all the fluidity of a swift kick, the boy openly whimpered. He had been on the receiving end of enough of them to fear the power of that boot.

“Hey Eren… do you resent me?”

Hange was only half-listening, their eyes mapping out the proportions of the two individuals seated in front of them. Levi’s shadow towered over the adolescent, one arm resting along the back of the couch. Eren shifted so far forward that his rear was hardly touching the seat. 

Calculations clouded Hange’s mind; measurements which did not add up. Invisible lines drew themselves in the air; the scale of the diagram defying the very core of Hange’s reasoning. Then again, if they weighed up the evidence…

Hange thought back to the Scouts’ last departure from Trost. Positioned upon horseback beside one another, Hange remembered the palpable anticipation as they had waited for the great, stone gate to rise before them.  

“We’ve already bagged the craziest abnormal…”

“What? Where?”

There had come a swift movement of air as Levi had swept his arm towards them. Hange had jumped as his fingers traced their chin, clutching their jaw. He eased their chin up, forcing them to meet his gaze. Their noses were inches away from each other as a teasing glint had lit Levi’s eyes.

“Right here,” he had pronounced, looking down at them…

Back in the present, Hange shook themself from their deliberation.

“Speaking of abnormals… Levi?”

Levi’s eyes slid to Hange’s face. His mouth shaped a silent syllable, perplexed by their sudden interjection. For a moment, Hange had forgotten that they had been revisiting earlier conversations in their head rather than speaking aloud.

“Pardon the intrusion Levi, but have you… experienced a growth spurt?” they blurted out, “I mean, I’ve never heard of another guy my age…”

Levi was glowering at them, the muscle in his thigh tensed.

“Who says I’m your age?”

“Oh I… I thought…” Hange was scrambling nervously. “I thought… based on everything I’ve noted about… that is, your style of leadership, the dynamics you have with the younger members of your squad, your fussiness…”

“What, have you been studying me, Four Eyes?” Levi asked dryly, “you tired of your pets already?” The lash of his voice caused the boy beside him to shiver.

Hange turned to Erwin, astonished, who returned the gesture with a solemn nod. 

“Well… it’s true that Levi had no official documentation when he joined us…” the Commander explained gravely, before lifting his head to regard Levi.  “Your details, including your date of birth, were simply recorded from the information you gave us.”

Levi glanced at Hange who was still gaping up at him. Eren had lowered the cloth onto his lap, pulling at its corners until the edges had frayed.

“Look, no one cared about that kinda thing in the underground.” Levi shrugged. “I only put December 25th ‘cause it was easy to remember.”

“So…” Hange’s brow furrowed as they came to a conclusion. “We have no idea of your actual age… meaning for all we know… you could be…”

Yet another memory surfaced in Hange’s mind. They recalled the very first time Levi had performed with ODM gear in front of the other scouts… Hange remembered the flash of hooks as they had launched into tree bark… the elegant arc of his body as he had spiralled upwards, his training blades glinting… It was enough to send the blood rushing into Hange’s face, much as it had done that day. But that had occurred almost six years ago… how old had Levi been exactly? The unknown chilled Hange’s insides; cooled their flushed skin with sobering caution. Levi’s manner had been practically paternal towards Isabel. He had even been the voice of reason to Farlan. That level of maturity wasn’t often found in adolescents… Hange had seen enough of their comrades come and go to know that…

“At least this finally explains why you were rather, uh…” Erwin coughed into his large palm. Miche gave a snort from over by the window. Levi’s glare could rival a sharpened knife.

“Yeah?” His voice was full of daring. “Say it, Erwin.”

“...rather lively as a personality, condensed into such a pocket-sized treat!” Hange finished for him.

Levi swung his foot at them.

“But look at you now! You must’ve shot up another eight inches!” Hange cried, narrowly missing his swipe and rising to their feet. “Forget about Eren being the Hope of Humanity, the titans will be cowering in fear whilst your giant footsteps shake the ground around them!”

Both Erwin and Miche shook with laughter. Even Eren managed a weak smile. Levi removed his arm from the sofa and crossed his arms firmly over his lap.

“Shut it, Four Eyes…” Her turned his head away so that his companions could not see the pale flush which dusted his cheeks.

[iseethatimicy]

Heartslabyul's Surpise Birthday Party

Notes: I initially wrote this for my mutual's brithday, then forgot about the fic and now I'm uploading this days after their birthday😭😭 Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover and Cater Diamond Prompt: It's your Birthday!

Fresh red roses picked from Heartslabyul's garden were laid out on the brown wooden desk. The crimson-haired boy hums a tune as he wrapped the flowers into a silk white bouquet, while a small rotund plush makes its own little bouquet as a way to compete against its human self.

Decorations were held up in the lounge, small whispers crowded the room as the students talked to one another. The green-haired man placed the cake on the table, careful not to spill and ruin his precious hard work. It was a vanilla white cake decorated with velvet red roses. The base had a diamond pattern, with the Housewarden’s Coffin Crest in the middle. The second layer looked as if it had a golden cage placed on top, with a cookie shaped as the Heartslabyul Dorm Crest placed on the side. At the very top was a chocolate statue of Riddle’s tsum tsum, with a happy expression on its face.

“Do I look alright? Is my hair messed up?” The crimson haired man spoke in worry as he held the bouquet of Roses in his hands. On the other hand the cheeky ginger-haired spoke in a cheery tone “So magicammable! It’s giving The Charming Prince from the fairy tales.” He spoke as he placed the small, golden crown on the other’s head, then fixing his collar. “Matching lover rings? Check! Red rose bouquet? Check! Our housewarden’s adorbs face? Check!” Cater chuckled, placing his phone back into his pocket.

The rotund tsum however, glares in jealousy. Its bluish gray eyes staring down at him, before hopping away to its small gift box. “Oh what a cute entrance, once the dorm shouts “Surprise!”, the charming Housewarden kneels down with his bouquet in hands!” Cater giggles away, fixing the crimson-haired one’s black cape. Riddle placed his bouquet down on his desk, before looking at the velvet-red present box wrapped neatly with a golden ribbon. Thoughts raced around his mind, “What if (Name) doesn’t like it? What if they laugh at it? What if they-” His thoughts were cut off as the Vice Housewarden walked into the room. “Riddle-san, They’re coming to the dorm. Everyone’s prepared in their hiding spots.” Trey spoke, reminding the two of (Name)’s arrival and the surprise plan.

Riddle’s eyes widened as he stood up. As they approached the dormitory lounge, the lights were off as the students kept hidden in their positions. You were on your way to Heartslabyul’s Dorm building, the sounds of talking students and roses being painted over were gone, being deadly silent for such a busy dorm. Through the windows you noticed every single light was off, leaving only the dark, shadowy image of the once illuminated and vibrant hallways. There was a discreet bouncing noise right behind Heartslabyul’s Dark-green tinted glass doors, as if something was hurriedly looking for a place to hide.

“Hellooo? Is someone here???” You ask as you push open the doors, entering the Main Dormitory building. As expected, no response was heard except for another bouncing sound leading to the lounge. You scrambled to navigate your way into the dark, following the sound of something round hopping up and down. “Goodness, It’s so dark I thought I was back in Ramshackle..” You mumble underneath your breath as you touch the walls whilst you walk in the shadowy dark. Your eyes looked down to see dim light illuminated underneath the cracks of the door, before gripping the cold, golden-colored handle of a door. WIthout further ado you pushed it open.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PREFECT!”

The loud cheers of the Heartslabyul dorm’s students filled the room. You were shocked, yet overjoyed. The crimson-haired Housewarden kneeled down to you, before whipping out a fancy bouquet of fresh red roses wrapped neatly with silky white wrapping paper and tied together with a red and gold-colored bow. It was going well until he felt something round jump on his head. The tsum squealed, holding out its own bouquet of roses while Riddle’s head was kept low. You looked dumbfounded at first, before giggling at the tsum trying to impress you.

The green-haired man only sighed, before helping Riddle up and guide you to the table where your cake was on. The room bustled with joy as the students talked to one another, It was a blast at Heartslabyul.

(Cake for reference, original post link)

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[arthenaa]

Hey! I see your ask box is open so I thought I drop by and request something.

So.... my birthday is on September 21 th wich is (hier in Germany at least) in 4 day.... would you do me a brithday favor and make a headchannon/ story of female MC that is dating the hogwarts legacy boys (separated ofc) having a fun birthday with there boyfriend? That would mean the world to me.

Thank you in advance and If you don't want or can't do it that is fine too. Thank you for taking your time and reading this. Have a good one^^

Your Most Special Day - Hogwarts Legacy Boys x Reader

SUMMARY: It's your most special day with your most special person.

NOTE: Hey darling! Happiest birthday to you <3 My time is six hours ahead so I scheduled this to be released exactly at 12:00 am for you. Wishing you the best and have a wonderful day! Here's a song to set the mood and to also put the boys' feelings into a hymn <3 and if you can! try reading the english lyrics of the song. It really puts their words into reality. Hope you enjoy! (also my first work back after a hiatus! im gonna be active soon i promise) also not sure if this meant ALL the boys in HL but i only did my 4 boys

OMINIS GAUNT

Your love story with Ominis had been simple

It was direct and to the point

There was no dilly-dallying

You had already acknowledged your interest in his way before you had the chance to interact with him

When your options were only to gaze at him from afar and take little guesses on how you think his personality would be

It's safe to say that you weren't far off from your assumptions

It began with small interactions, saying hi to him in the hallways, opening the door for him, borrowing a quill from him when you "forgot" one.

Until eventually, all your hi's turned into hugs for greetings, opening the door for him to go to class hand in hand, borrowing quills to borrowing his robes when you "forgot" yours

It didn't take long for the two of you to establish your place in the romantic aspect of your relationship

Ever since you stepped foot in Hogwarts, discovered yourself, fought wizards and the dark arts, and just experienced a brand new journey, he was there to witness it all

He was a definition of consistency.

The one true constant in your life that begins at your first step as a wizard to the end of your journey as a student and into the future

And with your special day coming up, who else other than him would allow you to reminisce the fond memories of both the past, present, and the probability of it in the future

It's safe to say that Ominis had always been destined to be your definition of long-lasting.

"Happiest birthday to my muse," His voice resonates throughout the room as he takes careful steps towards you. In his hand is a small cake, candles stacked neatly on top of it—so orderly positioned and intricate that it prompts giggles out of you as he takes another step. He hears your laughter and only smiles. "My Pandora, the love of my life, my light."

You smile, clasping your hands together to your chest as you train your eyes on him. The low light of your small home contributes to the homey ambiance as the light from the flame of the candles illuminates the features of the face you've come to love over the years.

"I trust that the introduction was a bit much," You let out a giggle at his jesting to which he nods, admittedly. "I-I wasn't sure if this would be enough but then I remembered, you had always loved that little fox origamis I made for you back then so, I just went with what I have."

His hands shake as he grips the sides of the plate tighter. You lick you lips, eager to listen to the rest of his words.

"To think that borrowing quills from me would lead to finding you, that's probably something that I'd reminisce for a lifetime," Ominis smiles. "We've been with each other through every ups and downs—highs and lows. I couldn't ask for anyone better to share my journey with."

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting your emotions get ahead of you. You had always been a little weak with Ominis. A detail he often held above your head like a prized niffler. Other than the jesting and bribery, for you, it acted more as evidence. A proof of your ever-growing love for him.

You glance down at the fox-shaped cake, designed to imitate that of a fox but it just looks like a mess of colors and lines that 'tried' to imitate one. The thought of Ominis baking around and messing in the kitchen puts a smile on your face.

"I know you're looking at my cake, stop judging it," He jokingly comments causing you to break the silence.

"It's- it looks—"

"Like a giant purple toad shat on it? Yes." Ominis tilts his head with a 'duh' look on his face.

"I was going to say modernistic," You retorted, eyebrows raised to defy him.

"Impressionism had never looked better," He deadpanned. You laugh at his humor. You take a step forward, encasing his hands that grasp the plate. Your eyes finds itself studying the little details and imperfections on his face—the moles that shape the universe of his skin. He looks gorgeous.

"Happy Birthday, love. Make a wish," He whispers, the light of the candle illuminating both of your features—casting an alluring glow that further emphasizes the beauty of your love. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes before blowing.

The light casts off at the gust of wind as Ominis smiles and says well done. He places the plate down on the flat surface of the table before turning back to you.

Finally free, he intertwines your bodies with arms encasing your waist. You envelope your arms around his neck in response.

There's a comfortable silence before he utters the next words, "What'd you wish for?"

You shrug with a smile. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Mhm," You hum, placing a chaste kiss on his confused lips.

"Why?" He asks. There's a pause as you laugh at his inquiries of curiosity.

"Cause I've already got everything that I've wanted." You smile, eyes dreamily staring as you push a stray hair behind his ear. "You."

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

Unlike Ominis, loving Sebastian had been a long journey

It was more of an inactive volcano

It had always been there—that probability. That capability of loving him but it was a matter of when those feelings would burst at a realization

It was a question of 'since when did I see him like this?"

Sebastian had been one of your many first friends.

He was naturally a people magnet, always captured new blood whenever they entered within his vicinity

He was loved and admired by everyone and you couldn't blame yourself for also falling for his silly little tricks

It also wasn't hard falling into tune with him

Somehow, with Sebastian, falling in love with him didn't seem hard

It was because of this that realization came much to a later date

You had always viewed your relationship as something closer than a friendship and one that really showed a bond of trust and loyalty

It had always been there and you had just taken a while to realize

Loving him was easy.

He showed you the world with an arm outstretched and you placed your hand willingly and followed him in

Loving him felt complete

And on your special day, who else can make you whole with just a smile but him?

You didn't know when it happened.

It was all just a blur. A series of memories all clumped up in the space reserved just for him. You remember bits and pieces but you can't seem to put a finger when you saw him like this.

Everything seemed to not be on par with time. Looking at him felt like the world had been a second later—slow-moving hands, traveling lights, and blurred faces. All you could see was him.

You watched as the party went on, laughter resounding throughout the room, joy evident on their face and the festivity of your birth hanged high into the sky. Yet despite all of these reminders of celebration, all you could feel was him.

He eyes you at the other side of the room, a cup of wine in hand. He looks at you with fondness and a desire deeper than what meets the eye. Your breath hitches at his unwavering stare.

Suddenly it feels like it's only the two of you in the room. Wanting, needing, loving.

It's him who breaks as he places down his drink before marching towards you. You pay no mind to teasing looks from your friends as he excuses you both from their presence with a charming smile and pull of your hand.

Your eyes train on his broad back, maneuvering you through the crowd, responding to curt greetings with a simple nod. They knew better than to interrupt Sebastian's quest with you.

You then find yourself in the comforts of your room, door closed as he positions you a few meters from the bed. He closes the door with a slight push, taking a moment of reprieve before turning towards you.

"Hi," he mutters as if you hadn't been staring each other down a few moments ago. You ride along.

"Hi.'

He chuckles softly as he takes a few steps toward you. You veer your head up to accomodate to his height.

"You look pretty, doll." He mumbles, tucking a hair behind your ear. You smile at his compliment.

"Thank you, love."

"I know you know this but uh," He pauses, taking your hands in his. "I love you."

The three words cast a flutter in your heart. You purse your lips, eyes peering up at him. He smiles down with that charming grin of his. He quickly places a kiss on your forehead.

"I just wanted to say it to you," He adds. "You had been with me in the most crucial moments of my life. You bled, wept, and sacrificed with me. Seeing you across that room had only further proved that I'll always want you—need you in my life. Loving you felt right."

He pulls out a box from the pockets of his slacks, opening it delicately. A necklace sits pretty inside it. The gem gleams at you as you gaze at it with surprise. You eye the intricate design of the pendant, carefully and exquisitely encasing the gem within it's design.

"Sebastian—"

"Happy birthday, baby," He cuts you off as you begin to tear up. You lick your lips as he pulls the necklace from its casing. You turn around, casting your hair aside as he puts it on swiftly. He then turns you towards the mirror.

"Dear heavens," He sighs as he gazes deeply into your eyes at the reflection. "You are an envy to one's vanity."

You giggle at his flattery. You quickly turn around to press a loving kiss to his lips. He pulls you close by your waist, encasing you close to his body.

"My everything," He whispers, a fond smile gracing his lips. "I am but a devotee to your love."

"And I, you."

AMIT THAKKAR

Dating Amit was destined

Like the stars that encompass the sky, one was always destined to burn brighter than others

He had been that star

There were a few things that convinced your peers of your fated match

You were into Divination, he was into Astrology

He liked tea and you liked sweets

He loved the galaxy and you liked possibilities which both are endless

You liked exploring and he had a knack for curiosity

The two of you are in harmony to the point that you couldn't imagine spending time without him

Loving him was fated

You somehow knew at the back of your mind that meeting this curious and wandering mind of a Ravenclaw at the Astronomy tower was fated.

You believed in anything and he believed in everything

A perfect match to your soul

And on your special day, who else could make you feel like the universe could just be at the palm of your hands but him?

"There you go!" Amit chuckles as he finally adjusts the party hat on your head.

"Do I really have to wear this?" You cast an incredulous look at him as he peers at you with squinted eyes.

"Yes, it adds to the festive nature," He smiles as he pinches your cheek. "Muggles love to wear that. Don't you look pretty?"

"Haha."

Amit chuckles at your response. You both are currently seated outside of your home, spread out on a picnic blanket—looking out on the stars. A telescope is placed on the side with assortment of food laid out on the fabric.

You grab a grape from its container before popping it in your mouth. "This better be good."

"It is!" Amit retorts as he settles down beside you, shoulder bumping against yours. "Just wait."

"Mhm," You mumble, chewing as you look up at the night sky. There's a pause before you continue. "Wait for what?"

Amit rolls his eyes. "It won't be a surprise if I say it, no?"

"Right, sorry Mr. Thakkar."

"Don't call me that," He furrows his eyebrows as you laugh. "It makes me sound old."

"You are old." You chuckle. He pouts at your response. As an apology, you lean close and peck his lips. "I still love you anyway."

Silence falls between the two of you once again as you gaze out at the clear night sky. The stars twinkle with each passing minute, allowing you to marvel at the beauty of it all.

"Ursa Major," Amit points out with his hand to the sky. You easily follow his gaze, seeing the famous constellation with each dart of your eyes as you trace over the connections.

"Pretty."

"You're prettier," He comes back with a cheesy line. You raise your eyebrow at him which prompts a blush on his cheeks.

"Really?"

"I thought I'd sound cool..."

You giggle at his defeated tone, placing a kiss on his cheek. Amit checks his pocket watch before grasping your shoulder as he pointed once again at the night sky.

"Look," he says. You watch with bated breath, curious at whatever Amit prepared to show you. You gasp as you finally see it. A flash of light smudging against the night sky. A meteor.

"Oh my," You revel in its beauty as it travels across the sky. Amit smiles at you before tapping your shoulder once more.

"Wish before it's gone, beloved." He nods at you before you both close your eyes to wish. There's a moment of silence before you both open your eyes once more.

"That was amazing!" You cheer as you grasp at his hand. There's a fond smile on his face. You cast a gracious look at him. "Thank you for showing me this."

"I wanted to see it with you," He responds. He delicately encases his hands over yours. "There's a saying back in my hometown that wishing upon a shooting star brings forth luck and good fortune."

You wait for him to continue as he pauses.

"There's also a saying that wishing upon a shooting star with someone is an act of ensuring longevity in the relationship," Amit adds, voice shaky as he rubs his thumb against the knuckles of your hand. "I continue to wish a life with you, Y/N. Fate allowed me to meet you and here I am now, the happiest man on Earth."

You stifle a sob, hiding it behind a laugh. He smiles at your teary face as he prevents himself from bursting into tears. He pulls your hand up to kiss the back of it before smiling.

"Happy Birthday, mera pyaar," (my love) Amit casts you a fond look, love bursting with each breath and touch against you. "You are the star that guides me in the sea of the unknown. My compass. My direction. My light. I adore thee as much as the stars litter the galaxy in an endless pursuit of existence."

A tear falls down your eye. "And you are the string tied to my fate. You are heaven's gift to me. I don't know how many times I loved you in my past lives but I know I'll choose you again in another life time and the life times thereafter."

GARRETH WEASLEY

Dating Garreth had been an adventure

a series of twists and turns that allowed you to unveil each layer with new emotions

He was an enigma

A mystery you were willing to uncover

And somehow in the midst of all that, you began to allow yourself to love him

Loving him felt like journey

It was there then it wasn't

A mix of highs and lows, each arc getting more and more deeper than the last

You expect after getting pranked and kicked out of potions by a Weasley would lead you to fall in love with one

Garreth made you feel alive

He's the thrill that thrums deeply in your veins long after he's gone

A high you can't get out of

No potion can ever cure a heart as sick as this

And on your special day, who else can you make you feel the thrill of an adventure but him?

"Tada!" He uncovers your eyes to show you the surprise. You adjust your eyes to revel in the beauty of the place. He had taken you to a quiet and neat little cottage with a majestic view of the sunset. You turn to him in surprise.

"How did you?"

"I pulled a couple of strings from Sebastian who referred this place then got some help from mum who helped out with the decor," Garreth grins as he grasps your hand in his. You smile at the beauty of the scene, the sun reflecting nicely across the meadow.

"Thank you." You tilt your head, eyes forming a look of gratitude before pulling him in a kiss. He melts into your touch, kissing back with subtle passion before he pulls away with a smile.

"I know things have been hard lately," He starts, taking your hand in his as he rubs his thumb against your knuckles. "I admire you for your hardwork and fortitude. You fight through it just as you have always been even if things are getting a bit rougher than the last and it just—" he laughs in between. "I just feel like a teenager falling in love with you all over again."

You lick your lips as you train your eyes at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You once told me I was an adventure. A thrill that makes you feel alive," He says with a love running deep in that green eyes of his. "But you, you have always reminded me of home. A personification of comfort and love. Everytime I look at you, I'm reminded of a past I reminisce with fondness, a present I cherish, and a future I can't wait to have. With you, I can just be me. I can just be Garreth. Just me."

You smile at him, tears collecting at the bottom of your eyes. He tucks a hair over your ear.

"Happy Birthday, darling." He mumbles, pulling you in a hug as he places a kiss on your temple. "Let's have this week as a moment of reprieve from any worries and just be ourselves."

You hug him tighter against you. "I'm here. With you. Just me."

He chuckles against your neck. "Just you and I, baby."

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END NOTE: and that's the end of it teehee. I hope yall enjoyed this !! stay tuned for more of my works. love yall 💗 see u mwa

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: "Happy Brithday, John"

John sat alone on his bed, his small fingers tracing the rough seam of his standard-issue blanket. Today he turned seven, not that anyone would know. Around him, the other kids were busy; laughter and clattering echoed from the commons room where a makeshift game of tag had turned into a chaotic joy.

"Move it, Ellie!" roared Samuel, one of the older boys, as he dodged a swinging arm, nearly bumping into John's bunk.

Ellie, laughing breathlessly, didn't notice John either as she chased after Samuel, her light brown hair a wild stream behind her. "Wait till I catch you, Sam! You'll eat those words!"

John's gaze followed them, yearning for an invitation that never came. He considered standing up, joining in, saying something, but the words clung to the back of his throat like a stubborn cough. They didn’t mean to exclude him; they just forgot. Again.

The door swung open, and Petty Officer Mendez entered, his presence demanding silence. "Lights out in ten," he announced sternly, his eyes briefly scanning the room, glossing over John without a pause. "Wrap it up."

"Yes, sir!" the chorus of voices rang out. The game ended abruptly, the children scattering to their respective bunks. No one noticed John silently mouthing the response.

As the lights dimmed, the whisper of sheets and the soft sighs of settling children filled the room. John lay back, staring up at the dark ceiling. The silence of the room felt oppressive, like a thick blanket smothering his thoughts. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs—not from physical exertion, but from a deep, aching sadness.

Beside him, another bunk creaked. “Hey, did you hear about the training sim tomorrow?” whispered Dexter, a boy with keen eyes and a known knack for hacking into the meal dispensers.

“Yeah, heard it’s gonna be a tough one. Jungle terrain,” replied his bunkmate, Thomas, excitement lacing his voice.John’s eyes stung, a tear betraying him, trailing silently down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly, embarrassed by his own feelings.

The night dragged on, each minute stretching longer than the last. Eventually, John’s thoughts wandered to his parents, a memory of his last birthday with them flickering in his mind like an old film. His mother had made cake—a simple, frosted thing that tasted like the best thing in the world. His father had ruffled his hair, his laugh booming and warm. The warmth felt a million light-years away now.

Morning came too soon. The barracks buzzed with renewed energy as the kids prepped for the day. John joined the line, his expression blank, his usual quiet self. Mendez passed him, handing out the day's orders. “Focus up, John. Big day ahead.”

“Yes, sir,” John replied mechanically, his voice just another note in the chaotic symphony of the morning rush.The day’s challenges came and went. John performed well—always did—but today, each success felt hollow. As the sun set, casting long shadows over the training grounds, Mendez gathered the group.

“Good work today, team.” His gaze swept over the young faces, pride in his stern eyes. “Keep it up.”

The others cheered, basking in the praise, but John merely nodded, his heart silent amidst the jubilation.

That night, as John lay in his bed, the barracks around him filled with the deep, even breaths of sleep, he whispered to the darkness, “Happy birthday, John.”

No one heard. The bitter sting of neglect settled deep in his bones, a constant companion in the years to come, as birthdays came and went with the same silent, unacknowledged regularity.

[annabelle-creart]

Ok, so

Rescue Bots,

But they're playing Rusty Lake games:

Blades got so obssesed with Paradox that asked Dani to pay for the second chapter and his mind got CRAZY for it since then, now ask him whatever thing you want, you will get a creepy theory based answer, and also, his favorite characters are Laura Vanderboom, Harvey and the Crow

Boulder didn't got it at the beginning and took them a lot to understand what happened, they had to ask Chase to help them during Case 23 (although, they like Harvey a lot)

Chase got obssesed with the detective Vandermeer's history and Laura's case, he wasn't capable of letting go Case 23 until he finished it and since then, it became his comfort game, and yes, like Blades, he played ALL the saga only to discover more of Vandermeer, who became his favorite character

Heatwave is still trying to understand why Chase and Blades are so obssesed with Rusty Lake, he understands the dinamics but the story is so out of mind that he didn't fully understood what the frag was happening

Blurr is not as nerdy as Chase but definitely, she likes a good out of mind story, she watched Chase play Case 23 and since then, she plays with him, her favorite game is The Past Within, which she played for the first time with Chase, and her second favorite is Arles, but only because is the only game it seems is not connected to the principal plot and because Van Goghs is her favorite historical person, she stills get fuzzy when trying to understand what's happening on the game's universe, but she enjoys calling Albert by all types of horrible nicknames and to insult him as much as possible

Salvage is the type of guy who plays only to relaxe, so, even if he likes the Rusty Lake saga and his favorite game is Paradise and The White Door, he prefers the Dark Dome's mobile games, which have similar dynamics but a more lineal and easy story, his favorite character of Dark Dome is Laia and from Rusty Lake are Rose and Harvey

Quickshadow don't get why the hype for the story but she enjoys a good game that challenges her mind, her favorites are Samsara Room and Theather, because those are the most hard to solve, Underground Blossom, cause of the plot, and Brithday, for its crude story (nonetheless, she gets a little triggered every time she plays Birthday due to... well, I will not spoil you the game, its free), she doesn't have favorite characters but she likes the sensation she is given each time the Shadow appears

Hightide hates the fact he has to search for walktrhoughs because he don't undertstand how to play any of the games, which is funny because the first Rusty Lake game he played was The Lake, which, for the rest of the team, is probably the easiest of all the Rusty Lake collection

They all discovered Rusty Lake because of Cody, he found it and he said "hey, these games are cool, I'm gonna show it to the bots" he is still wandering if it was a good decision but he is happy that the rest enjoy it

[spacely0]

HORROR MOVIE RECS

♦ top tier ★ all-time fave

slashers: ♦intruder friday the 13th part 2 sleepaway camp 2 stage fright scream ★♦cold prey (Fritt velt) 1 & 2 texas chainsaw massacre 1 & 2 wrong turn halloween 1 & 2 & H2O A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 Dream Warriors 1987 Child's Play 1 & ♦2 ★♦Curse of Chucky Phantom of the paradise Popcorn 1991 Club Dread My Bloody Valentine 1981 ★♦Society 1989 ♦Psychopath AKA Der Poppen Murders The Funhouse 1981 Peeping Tom happy brithday to me 1981 black christmas ★♦Sceance Maniac (the one with elijah wood) hell fest ♦Just before dawn 1981 Maniac Cop

scifi horror: The Curse of Frankenstein 1957 ♦The Revenge of Frankenstein 1958 ★♦Bride of Frankenstein 1935 ★♦the stuff ★♦the fly 1958 ★♦invasion of the body snatchers 1978 ★♦the thing ♦the faculty ★♦from beyond ★♦re-animator 2 ★♦prince of darkness 1987 Quatermass and the Pit 1967 ♦Pandorum Dr jekyll and sister hyde ★♦the brood ★♦its alive 1974 & it lives again 1978 killer klowns from outer space 1988 Quaatermass and the Pit 1967

hauntings/curses: ★♦burnt offerings 1976 haunting in connecticuit conjuring 1 & 2 insidious 1 & 2 & 3 & 5 ★♦ evil dead 1 & 2 & 2013 final destination 1 & 2 & 5 house (hausu) 1977 Kairo (pulse) 2001 the grudge (japanese & american) ♦ dark water Night of the Demon 1957 ♦The changeling 1980 ★♦The Hole in the Ground 2019 Whispering Corridors

folk horror: midsomar ♦ Viy 1967 ♦ impetigore 2019 ★♦ the wickerman 1973 Burn Witch Burn the medium

catholic horror: ♦ The Devil Rides Out 1968 ★♦ the sentinel 1977 nun II ♦ exorcist III

weirdos: ♦basket case 1 & 2 ♦it follows A dark song ★♦The Perfection The Empty Man ★♦The Skull 1965 Beyond the Black Rainbow dead ringers i, madman 1989 messiah of evil 1973 ★♦The People under the Stairs 1991 ★♦The Reflecting Skin 1990 ★♦Carnival of Souls

zombies: ★♦the video dead dawn of the dead 1978 & 2004 dead and buried i walked with a zombie ♦plague of the zombies The Serpent and the Rainbow

monsters: ★♦Sweetheart 2019 The Gate 1987 The invisible Man 1933 ♦Wishmaster 1997 Warlock ♦the mummy's shroud 1967

vampires: Shadow of the Vampire 2000 ★♦ Martin ★♦Captain Kronos -vampire hunter The Brides of Dracula 1960 ★♦the night stalker & the night strangler salems lot 1 & 2 ★♦son of dracula 1943 subspecies 1 & 2 & 4 from dusk til dawn Vampire Hunter D 1985

werewolves: the howling 1981 ginger snaps the beast must die!

death traps: ★♦The Pit and the Pendulum 1961 saw escape room ★♦Theatre of Blood 1973 The Abominable Dr. Phibes 1971 haunt

found footage: ♦Host 2020 Unfriended 1 & 2 Cloverfield Final Prayer Gonjiam: haunted asylum grave encounters hellhouse LLC ★♦Willow Creek ★♦noroi the curse occult ★♦ghostwatch ♦V/H/S 1 & 2 & viral

★♦ ALL the Amicus horror anthologies are worth watching

[mercurymarss]

bola trashdump

bola angst.. heh.. sorry if it gets a little dark.. 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪 𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭…

mall family pictures

if i had a nickel for every old bald man ive drawn in a magical girl outfit id have two nickels (sailor moon walter white...)

cathy's birthday last week heres her brithday! (baby is locked outside for peace and quiet)

happy pride month!

family fishing trip!!

i also made the bola house on bloxburg ill take screenshots of the rooms and post them in like 2 seconds

[doueverwonder]

Happy birth!!!!

Happy late brithday @the-heaminator <3333 ilysm

pairings: PruAme

warnings: none

part of the spy au

here one ao3 or under the cut if you want to stay on tumblr <3

Summary: Fellas, is it gay to have a crush on your best friend of five years and panic at the prospect of moving in with him?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alfred handed the last box to Jack, who stood next to Ludwig who seemed to be playing tetris with boxes and a couple suitcases trying to fit everything in the car in the ‘most space efficient way’. Alfred really didn’t get how he had the patience to do it, or how Jack had become so engrossed in watching him do it to sit still long enough. 

Alfred and Gilbert had gotten into the same university, it was too far from home to not move, but neither wanted to live on campus so clearly the only answer was to rent a flat together. Alfred’s dad and Gilbert’s opa had decided to be extra dramatic about the whole thing and were throwing a little going away party that night; even though it was close enough they both had promised to visit every other weekend. They were packing now though so as to not have to do it in the morning. 

There had been some slight… suspicion going around over them moving in together. Alfred and Gilbert had been friends for five, almost six years now, they both thought it completely reasonable to move in with each other. Some certain adults though were convinced there was something else going on. Matt pointed out it was probably because of all those sleepovers the two of them had, especially the one no one knew about that included Gilbert climbing out of Alfred’s window in nothing but pajama pants the next morning. They both had shivered being reminded of the ‘talks’ that were given later in the day, even though both swore seventy times over they hadn’t done anything; the fact that Matthieu was on an overnight school trip had nothing to do with why they had a secret sleepover that night. 

Matt would claim it was more mortifying for him to be gone for two days and not informed of what had happened than to walk into the living room to hear; it’s okay if you get curious and we just want to make sure you two are being safe. While his brother and best friend sat on the couch blushing so hard you would think there should be steam coming out of their ears.

He watched for a moment more, confused on how they were fitting everything but letting it go long enough to decide to go see if Gilbert needed help getting any of his stuff. He didn’t bother knocking on the front door as people had been going in and out all day getting ready for the party and carrying things out to be packed. He did however knock on Gilbert’s bedroom door before opening it; “Hey”

“Hey” Gilbert didn’t look at Alfred as he tried to pull a piece of poster tack off a poster without ripping it. Alfred had told him using that stuff was a bad idea when he had put the post up almost two years earlier. 

“Almost done packing?” He sat down on the floor next to him, all the furniture had been moved that morning.

“Yeah almost” he cussed as the poster ripped in the corner, he finally dropped it laying down on the ground; “Just have to get the stuff off the walls and I’m ready. You?” 

“Last box went in the car just a minute ago” He laid down as well, both of them staring at some long worn out glow in the dark stars that had been stuck on the ceiling. 

“Opa bought those not long after we moved in with him. I had some in my room at our old house and I guess he wanted it to feel more like home here” Gilbert didn’t talk much about his life before moving in with his grandfather; Alfred assumed he missed his parents too much to talk about it. Alfred couldn’t, as far as any were concerned his dads had adopted him out of foster care when he was two. Fake memories he had to recite so many times they felt almost real. There were fake family pictures with kids that weren’t him but looked close enough edited in. The closest Alfred had ever gotten to telling GIlbert something real about his biological parents was ‘they weren’t good people’ it wasn’t a lie, it explained why he was adopted. But it wasn’t the truth either, because Alfred and Matthieu’s parents were good parents, even if they weren’t good people. He envied Eli sometimes, she didn’t remember anyone except for Ivan and Arthur, and the agency. 

“What was your parents house like?” Alfred prompted. He needed Gilbert to talk before he snapped and told him the truth. 

“Much bigger, it was farther out in the countryside so there was more room” he shook his head, “my mum grew up living in a flat in london and hated it. When they got married they bought a house as far from any city as they could get” 

“And your dad?” 

“Grew up right here, opa and oma bought this house when he was three” 

“Was this his bedroom?”

“No Ludwig’s was.” Gilbert sighed, clearly lost in thought thinking about his parents. He only had a couple of memories and by this point they were fading. He was going to be twenty soon, his parents died when he was seven, thirteen years. His Opa was terrified of him leaving, insistent something could happen with him living alone so far from home; he had to remind him over and over he would have Alfred and they would be living quite close to some of Ivan and Arthur’s friends. 

“What about your dads? Where did they grow up?” 

“My dad grew up in Birmingham. He doesn’t talk much about specifics though” 

“Only child?” 

“One of six actually, um, Molly, Alisdair, Rhys, then him, Fiachra, and Peter. He said his parents were more than a bit neglectful though.” Alfred thought about it a lot, Arthur was drunk once and ended up talking about it. His parents were the kind of people who only had kids because they kept fucking up on the birth control front, but were ‘too religious’ to not go through with it. Liked to make it known though that they didn’t have to take care of them, they could have given them up but out of the quote-unquote “kindness” of their hearts took care of them. 

“Your dad doesn’t sound like he’s from Birmingham”

Alfred snorted, “You should hear him after he watches a single episode of peaky blinders” 

“Oh?” Gilbert dropped his voice, doing his best–which also constitutes as being a general worst–Birmingham accent. “Is he in a gang?” 

“I think my dad would die before joining a gang…” he sighed, “Papa said his accent was a lot more noticeable when they met, but then dad said so was his.” Obviously the fact that neither of them regularly spoke with any easily identifiable accent was because they learned too. You couldn’t have a career in espionage and be easily identifiable. 

“Your papa is from Russia, right?” 

“Yeah, but he hasn’t lived there since he was fourteen.” He slipped, he was thinking about it. A joke, right, “Barely longer then Matt and I lived in America” 

Alfred wanted to take it back immediately, he and Matt hadn’t lived in America ever. Really it wasn’t too hard of a lie, neither remembered living in Vermont really they were just born there. But the agency said, part of the cover, Alfred was born in Liverpool and adopted at two, Ivan and Arthur got a call a year after adopting Alfred saying he and Matt’s mother was having another baby, another one she was going to give up. They asked if they wanted him. They said yes and nine months later got Matthieu. That was the explanation; that was why they looked so similar despite both being adopted and at different times. Jack and Eli looked different enough they didn’t need a story like that, though they had to be more careful in slipping up and saying things like ‘our mum’ because they weren’t supposed to have the same one. 

“The party is kinda dumb” Gilbert rolled onto his side to look at Alfred, “It’s not like we won’t be back plenty, and your dads friends have a tendency to show up all over the place” 

Alfred laughed at the second statement though he knew it was true, yet again he couldn’t explain that the reason they ‘seemed’ to be everywhere is because they were, that would be creepy. “Aw c’mon Gil, it’ll be like pregaming for uni parties”

“I’m going into engineering, i’ll be too busy studying for parties” he deadpanned back, 

“Then count this as your one and only uni party” 

“Ah yeah, a wild party thrown by my super Catholic grandfather, with most the guests being neighbors who are at least ten years older than us” 

“Exactly. It’ll be great!” Gilbert rolled his eyes, grumbling about how he guesses he’ll go to one or two parties with Alfred while they’re at university. Y’know, for the experience; that made Alfred snort even harder. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alfred saw a lot of his parents' work friends at the party, what Yao had left out when they moved to this house was the entire neighborhood–hell half the entire town was agency. Retired mostly, third of their neighbors didn’t go by their real names because of some witness protection thing, there were a few handfuls of undercover based here, desk jockeys who would rather commute than live in the city near HQ. The only neighbors not officially tied to the agency was Heinrich, Gilbert, and Ludwig. They decided they needed one normal person to throw the whole thing off, and Heinrich just happened to be the least normal civilian they could pick. Not to mention a decade after the agency bought out every house, except that one, they pulled an old file and found out they tried to recruit him when he first joined the military at twenty and he refused. So it turned out officially he did have ties to the agency just like everyone else there; he just didn’t know. 

The side ‘problem’ was Heinrich adopted every person who walked into his door. It was a plus as a lot of agents had to cut ties with their family anyway–usually it was supposedly easy as most agents hadn’t been close with their families beforehand. But that didn’t stop them from being excited at finding a ‘new family’; Yao tried to visit once to set the record straight on who exactly “Mr. Beilschmidt” was and ended up getting adopted as well. It was an unsuccessful-yet successful day trip. 

Not to mention agents weren’t supposed to have connections to people outside, it made things messy when they had to move on to their next assignment, it also made those outsiders targets if anything were to go wrong. Despite that Mr. Beilschmidt decided all of his neighbors were now part of his family, he had lost a lot of family after all and enjoyed it just as much as they did. 

Outside of that Erzsébet had been dating someone for years now, there was suspicion Yao knew about Roderich but wasn’t going to say anything out of fear of his own safety, Erzsébet was more than capable of snapping a grown man in half. 

Gilbert grumbled something about most of the guests being older, elbowing Alfred making a joke about that’s why it was being held so early in the day. “All of them have to be in bed by seven” 

“You get grumpy if you stay up later than eight-thirty” he elbowed Gilbert back. 

Alfred had a summer internship at the Agency HQ the summer leading up to this and had enjoyed giving new people tours and getting to point people out. Part of him wished to do his narration to Gilbert to refresh him on everyone, he thought it was a really funny script. 

The first two people he specifically noted were always Adelheid and Johann, they were his dads replacements in the field; assigned almost five years ago now. They lived together to ‘save money’ which meant they knew each other very well too, new people usually thought they were dating, like they usually thought with his dads too–maybe it was a requirement for that position? Someone seeing them argue over what to have for dinner and would ask if they were, Heidi’s a lesbian and Johann isn’t interested in anyone, supposedly because ‘dating is expensive’. 

After them was Tolys, he was one of the aforementioned ‘commuting desk jockeys’, he took the bus and somehow always missed the first one and was exactly seven minutes late every day. Consistency at least. Alfred liked Tolys, he was only twenty-one and had just started the job. At some point during the summer Alfred was talking about him so much Matt told him to ask him out, Alfred was shocked because of ‘the age gap’ until Matthieu reminded him he was nineteen now… he didn’t feel nineteen. Plus, Alfred was pretty sure Tolys had a crush on Feli, though that was an age gap. Speaking of…

Feliciano and Lorenzo were always next on his tour, bonus points if he walked into the medical wing and they were doing something gross. He had accidentally made a guy puke on his second day once, he was pretty sure that guy got reassigned from field to desk over it. If he can’t handle bandaging a wound what is going to happen when he has to stop someone from bleeding out? Feli and Lorenzo were also-kinda-sorta-not-really Gilbert and Lutz’ step uncles, because they were Romulus’ sons and he was (unofficially) dating Heinrich. Alfred liked watching Feliciano and Lorenzo interact with Gilbert and Ludwig because it was two worlds meeting in a way that had nothing to do with him. Not to mention apparently Feliciano was scared of Lutz because years earlier he had said something along the lines of “I knew you before I was born” and yeah that is creepy, especially considering Ludwid had a tendency to stare into people's souls. Gilbert and Lovino had been arguing constantly for years, no one even knew about what anymore, he didn’t think they even knew anymore. 

Alfred noticed Erzsébet came too, and she brought Roderich. That surprised him considering how many agencies there were, Roderich was part of that half of the town that wasn’t agency. In fact he was a part time music teacher and volunteered at church to lead the choir. Roderich was another person Gilbert had beef with for no known reason; while everyone almost definitely knew about Roderich, Erzsí typically didn’t try to show off the fact that she had a boyfriend, just in case. Erzsébet was one of the last people on the tour, she did a lot of the training as she had been deemed ‘too loud and clumsy’ for field work, and too ‘loud and clumsy’ for desk work. Alfred knew on top of being one of the best at hand-to-hand combat (and she had the third best aim, after Arthur and some new-ish guy named Timo) she also had a PhD in something long that had to do with international politics. Thus she had earned herself being Yoa’s unofficial right hand. His dads always said the agency would have fallen apart years ago without her. 

Gilbert grumbled, whispering to Alfred, “If it’s our party why did they invite people I don’t like” 

“Because unlike you I get along with Lovino and Roderich came with Erzsébet” Gilbert rolled his eyes just continuing to grumble about the food being done. 

Alfred watched him go into the kitchen to ask and wondered why he was in such a sour mood. He had been like this for weeks now ever since they signed the papers to move into their flat and started packing. He seemed to think that just because they were leaving their life here didn’t exist anymore and wanted to get out as quickly as possible; he had even insisted they leave at seven am the next morning. Alfred agreed but only to not rock the boat, he didn’t even think they really needed to live tomorrow at all. 

He was going to follow Gilbert when instead he got grabbed by Feliciano, “Alfred!” he pulled him into a hug, Alfred hugging back, Feli had him and his siblings main caretaker those few years they lived at HQ full time. He still liked to act like he was sometimes. He pulled Alfred down just a bit–Alfred wasn’t that short–looking him over, “How are you sleeping? Are you eating enough?” 

Alfred just laughed, “i thought the general checkup wasn’t for two weeks” 

Feli clicked his tongue, “I can still check, where are the other three?” 

“Over at the other house still I think” Feliciano let go of him, patting him on the shoulder and promising to be right back as he left to go next door. He was looking for Eleanor specifically, he always was looking for Eleanor, she was his favorite. 

Checking to make sure Feli wasn’t going to turn around and pull him back into conversation because ‘oh i forgot about-’ he then went into the kitchen. Alfred stopped in the doorway, he didn’t mean to eavesdrop really, but Gilbert and Heinrich were right there just having a conversation. 

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if this is a mistake?” 

“Gilbert, you shouldn’t be worrying about this right now anyway.” Alfred backpedaled into the living room, who was He? Did Gilbert have a crush on someone? He tried not to feel disappointed, though part of him always knew Gil would find someone, and he should be happy for his friend if he has someone he genuinely likes, but… 

He should distract himself, talk to someone else and ignore what he heard and the sudden pit in his stomach. Gilbert showed up again, grabbing Alfred by the arm and half dragging him off before he could protest. They ended up outside, the sun was already setting, and Alfred shivered when the sun was out. It was still relatively warm but now the chill of September was setting in. 

“What’s up?” Gilbert shifted looking at the house, clearly nervous, about something. 

“Can we sit in the car?” “If it’s unlocked, sure” Gilbert ended up in the driver's seat and Alfred in the passengers. They didn’t have the key so even though all their things were in the back they weren’t going anywhere. It was cold in the car still, but at least there was no wind like there was outside. 

“Will our relationship change?” 

Alfred leaned back in the seat, looking over at Gilbert; “What do you mean?” “Living together.” He was fidgety, and not in a normal way. Something was wrong and Alfred didn’t know what, he was starting to worry Gil didn’t want to live with him anymore. 

Alfred laughed nervously, mostly because he didn’t know what else to do. Alfred liked being around Gilbert, and he was excited for that. He hadn’t thought too much about it beyond that. 

“Why do you want to kno-”

“I might like you” Gilbert cut him off speaking quickly, despite what he had just said his fidgeting stopped almost entirely. 

“You like me?” “Might like you, in a romantic sense. I don’t know. I’m kind of…” he trailed off 

“Confused?” Gilbert kinda nodded, opening his mouth though Alfred kept talking, “Like how i’m confused on why I got a pit in my stomach when I thought you were talking about someone else in the kitchen?” “You heard?”

“On accident” 

The car went quiet, there wasn’t any noise anywhere around them either. Just dead silence as they both avoided looking at each other. It was complicated, Gilbert ‘might’ have liked Alfred since they met, and it seemed like Alfred ‘might’ like him back. 

“I don’t want to act on it. Not yet.” he was fidgeting again, “But I got scared that if we’re living together I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore” 

“It's okay…” 

“I thought if we moved fast enough my anxiety would go away but it’s only gotten worse.” 

Alfred tried to formulate a response, though nothing that made sense, nothing that he thought could actually comfort his best friend wanted to come to mind. “You were worried if I found out…?” “You wouldn’t like me back, but we wouldn’t be able to stay just friends, then you would move out and we wouldn’t get to do dumb uni stuff together. I keep saying I don’t want to go to parties because what if I got drunk or high or whatever and accidentally confessed.” 

He had never seen Gilbert being such a ball of walking stress, but it made sense. It also made him feel bad knowing his friend thought he wouldn’t want to be friends anymore if he knew he might have a crush on him. 

Alfred said the first thing that came to mind, it probably wasn’t the right thing but… “you’re a dumbass.” 

“Excuse me?” Gilbert sounded offended now mixed with the shaking of his voice. 

He cleared his throat and over enunciated “You Are A Dumb Ass.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The offense was all Al heard now. Good. 

“It means I can’t believe you think a crush would make me not want to be friends with you.” He shook his head, “plus did you consider I might have a crush on you back?” 

Gilbert went quiet trying to figure out if Alfred was serious or not, “no” 

“Exactly. Dumbass behavior. And what you said is right, school first then we’ll figure out whatever this is” 

Gilbert let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, huffing a bit at Alfred and rolling his eyes. He shivered “It’s too fuckin’ cold out here. Let’s go back inside.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Not so stupid was it?” Alfred asked as he and Gilbert sat on the couch watching a movie, Gilbert was leaned against the arm of the couch, laying with his feet in Alfred’s lap. He was half paying attention to the movie as he shrugged, Al knew he was just trying to not admit that he had fun. 

“Maybe we don’t have to leave so early in the morning” he said somewhat flippantly, “Like, maybe we can stay around until lunch” 

“Oh? No more seven am departure?” 

“Classes don’t start for a couple days, no reason to rush off” He threw part of the blanket he was using onto Alfred, “One more real sleepover in the living room won’t kill anyone” 

Alfred hummed, nodding, pulling the blanket over the rest of Gilbert and himself, “And if it does?”

“Quiet before I change my mind and wake you up at five like planned”

[localsimp4moms]

Vent shii

Not proof read but its my brithday soon and its been a rough year lol

A room in the dark circle of orange glow the one only warm light that is present in the flashes of white that surround the room.  The  noise - words of song - seem blurred as you can only focus on the white frosted cake; now tainted with wax…

Another year…

What did you do this time? Not enough? There's always more time…

But you've already lost your childhood… 

Bite your tongue and deal with it. No more time for childish excuses. Eat the cake today and starve yourself tomorrow. This is the cyle you have grown accustomed to. 

A large breath-in- blow out the warm light. 

You are an adult for sure now… Grow out of the childish act.

[hatredcurse]

“Happy birthday to my favorite detective!” Cue the eye roll and the mocking tone. But hey, Kurama had decided to be, like, halfway considerate, in his own weird way. He started to take out a series of items from a beige tote bag and placed it on his desk while giving a brief description of each gift.  “First up, we've got a pack of cigarettes. You know, ‘cause nothing says 'Happy birthday' like slowly killing your lungs. And then there's this little keychain with a gun on it that I found on the floor somewhere. Cute, right? —I also got you a piece of cake—half chocolate, half vanilla—I ate the chocolate half though, so I hope you like vanilla. Last but not least, a really expensive bottle of whiskey imported from Scotland that I stole from this old lady’s house. I’m the best. I know.” He tossed the bag aside and took a seat on his desk, expression as smug as always.  “If you’re still not satisfied, you can always settle for the best birthday sex you’ve ever had. I might even let you use the handcuffs if you promise not to be gentle.” || @foxcurse

Neck-deep in a wild assortment of papers with a little cutaway in the middle so he had enough room for his elbows to rest as he filed through all of it, the last thing Sasuke wanted to hear was that grating voice.

"Naruto, I am busy-"

He snapped his head up, registering the tail-end of those syllables. It was with total disbelief did he snatch up the mini-calendar desk decor to check the date, and sure enough, it was his brithday.

"Thanks...," he slides a couple of columns of papers around," you can set the cake there, I will get to it later." No matter how tidy he tried to sort his stuff around, the PI took liberty of just sitting on most of it anyways. "You put those handcuffs in my hands and you'll tie up in a dark, deep hole by the time I'm done with you."

[nardonotes]

18 nov '24

12:01am

NOOOO I DIDN'T MAKE IT BEFORE MIDNIGHTTTTT SO THIS WILL BE AN 18TH OF NOVEMBER ENTRY GRRRR (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

-.-,, it's ok we will keep going!!

today my family and i went to have lunch at a japanese restaurant for my dad's brithday which is tomorrow (today?) and then we gave him his lil birthday present and went shopping!! i didn't get to buy anything but i really did wna buy crocs today,,, i'll get it next time though.... when we got home, i ended up taking a nap because i was soooo exhausted like idk what it was but i was so tired... i only took a one hour nap though (..◜ᴗ◝..) godbless!!! because i needed to get up and shower,, and that's exactly what i did!!

i got up. ate dinner. cleaned my room. and took a damn SHOWER!!!! after my shower, i watched the gladiator with my sisters, my sisters bf, and my mama! i edited some pics and finally finished them while watching too :DD because we're going to watch the gladiator 2 tomorrow after class (im gonna be so fucking tired...) (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) i have so much to do but i'll just push through this week so i can have a good weekend!!

anyways,, that's literally all i did today, it didn't feel that long for some reason. maybe cause it gets so dark at like 5pm now ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

anyways! ill phone before bed time now cause i have class tomorrow which im actually excited about because i'm up to date with my work,, SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE UP TO DATE!!! NO STRESS!!!!! also,, god bless writing these entries because you know what? about a week or two ago i was literally feeling so lost and down in the dumps but now i'm lowkey kind of thriving xDDD lemme not jinx it...

byebye goodnight !!

song of the day: Hashtag by Yves ❤︎

[ducknotinarow]

2012

Raphael, will you ever be able to truly forgive Donatello? Or will you two never be real brothers, and friends, again?

|Anon asks

Raphael sulking away in his room was not new it was partly why he kept his room as he did. One of the furthest ones away, nice and dark his main source a light a plastic jack-o-lanter, with nothing more than a small led candle inside it. Yet the soft yellow light was enough to flood out from the eye and mouth cut outs. To make it not to dark to find one's way in the room. With out being to bright at the same time, just enough to be able to see when he needed to. It was a nice set up for him, drawn out his brothers annoyances. Having a nice quite space to himself. Well when no one was bragging in of course, but a closed door and stop sign on it didn't seem to be enough for him to have that. Maybe he can steal a few more street signs to put on it or maybe even find like caution tape? Or figure out a way to put a damn lock on his door.

Training was done for the day, they didn't have anything to really take them topside. No foot clan going on to look into. No kranng seemed to be around. No mutants up to no good or any humans even. Casey was in class by now, so didn't wanna bother then. Guy got distracted enough. Leo seemed set up to watch his dumb space heros show, and Mikey for once wanted to be alone as well as he left to chill in his room to read comics. Donatello he assumed was going into his lab. When they all sort of started to split off. Raphael hadn't even bothered to try and act like he was even listening. He was still feeling sore with Donatello he guessed.

Assuming he would get over it himself eventually he always did eventually. Sort of. Okay was it really getting over it if he just decided to drop it but let it fester over time? Maybe not. It's just hard to set words to his emotions sometimes and he couldn't explain all of what he felt when it came to Donnie lately. Moving to sit up from his bed disrupting his own comfort as he fixed his sights over to Savage and Chompy. Little tikes seemed tucker out still. Must be nice be a normal turtle well one normal turtle one alien but close enough right? He felt guilty for the thought for so many reasons but he missed Spike. Just for times like this. Moving to turn and look at the bookcase right behind his bed grabbing at a photo he really needed to re frame it. Mikey, in the front with Leo and Donnie in the back. Raphael had taken the photo and kept it for himself. Slash broke the frame and he still hadn't gotten around to re-framing the image but kept it. He like the photo. As his focus settled on to Donatello specifically.

"Kind a funny Don, normally all my pent-up issues go towards Leo. Feels werid if 'm be honest 'hats its you now." He sighs, feeling a sudden chill come over the back of his neck. As if his words he thought were locked away in the back of his mind were given shape and formed into a being to speak them near his side.

Raphael, will you ever be able to truly forgive Donatello? Or will you two never be real brothers, and friends, again?

Raphael let his brow knot up, matching how his thoughts seemed to become over the same question. Annoyed that out of all things, it was this that could be given words to apply to or worse be given a voice. Because it was a fear so deeply seeded into him lately.

"I hate you damn fuckers." He dose at least voice it before lowering the photo to his bed sheets. Letting his hand rest over his face as he rub at his eyes deeply.

Memories come across his mind. They were all maybe the same age they don't actually know. They don't even know thier real ages they always based it off the day they mutated the same went for thier brithday. But for whatever reason, Raphael and Don always claimed they were twins. While it was hear for answers right?

"Don and I just seem so in tune with each other. I swear he can feel when I'm hurt. When I try to hide it, he knows, so it doesn't work. When it came to Leo's placement as leader and I was a jerk. I knew Donnie would go along with my side. Sure we fight and I get pissed at him but...I always felt like he had my shell." Raphael expresses "an' I always had his! Fuck with the whole April thing I had his back!"

Suddenly moving to stand up as he threw his arms up into the air, recalling it all. "I didn't think it work out. But he was so sure it would and then what?! He would have gotten hurt he was so clearly in love. Well maybe? Maybe at the idea I dunno. But I wanted to protect him from getting hurt like that. But when Casey had an intrest? I stuck to Donnies side even though I didn't want any part of it I kind of had to be. And I picked Donnie. Over my best friend. Because because..." Words dying into the air his sudden brust of anger going along with its.

"Because my brothers come first." Raph stood in the middle of his room, really reflecting off those words to himself.

It had always been something he knew. No matter what, it was always true. His brothers always came first no matter what was going on he was always there for them. Like when Don was sick. "I can't imagine not having Donnie in my life."

Falling back on to his bed the stupid Grey no faced mutant seemed to take its leave at last. But all that mattered to Raphael was that last thought.

[ohhoneato]

Hey-yo friends, mutuals and everyone in between!

My birthday is coming up on the 27th! As excited as I am for it, bestie is leaving for vacation the day before my brithday and I won't get to spend it with my favorite person. But my parents are going to take me out for dinner and my dad is helping me make bulk beef sticks, because the beef stick market is FAR too expensive.

Bestie and I still have bills due though, and although we've been far too chill with things, we just got new vehicles, since I use mine for work and my car was straight up dying. We desperately need to start saving some money and bestie really wanted to take me out for food for my birthday.

Below I have my PayPal linked (I'd have venmo and cashapp too, but I completely lost access to my venmo and I don't have room to download cashapp on my phone), if you like to send a little birthday money or to just help with bills at all! The birthday money I get is going to either bills or to help me get a TV and better bed, since I'm sleeping with bestie for those two things. I'm also wanting to decorate my room better and get myself a snack cart! I snack a lot and don't really eat a lot of full meals anymore, so I wanted to have some snacks I'd like just available. Or on the flip side, I'm going to be home by myself for a week after I pick up bestie's mom's dog to watch while they're on vacation. If anyone wants to send a gift or some food, I'm all for that, the less expenses I have while she's gone (she does everything with finances in our household) the better.

For anyone wanting to get me anything for my room, my theme is yellow. Even yellow wall paint would be nice, I tried painting it already, but it's too dull of a yellow, plus my dark yellow blackout curtains aren't the right color either.

But yeah, I'd really appreciate these things, but if all you can do is just say happy birthday, well I'm just glad someone said it. My birthday is around memorial day and no one was ever able to celebrate it with me when I was younger, because they were off doing memorial day cook-outs or spending time with their families. I'm not upset about them celebrating their fallen family and those who served, my grandfather was in the navy and when I'm up around my birthday, he'll take me to see the people who fell that he served with. I was always just sad that when I tried to change the date, people always told me they still couldn't go. I know now they were just trying not to go, but it gave me animosity towards the holiday.

So I'm happy that now that I'm an adult, I have people to talk to that I can spend my birthday with, even if it's just online. So thank you all, mutuals and friends, for talking to me and interacting with me.

I really never thought I'd live to my 26th birthday and now that it's right around the corner, I'm still in shock. I'm still depressed, God I'm still depressed. But I've become a much better person than I was. I've grown so much and I'm glad I got to take this journey with you all.

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