#cw birthday mention

[cherrirui-official]

@ohposhers I blame you for this

J*hn D*ry do NOT interact 😤✋

[little-pup-pip]

hi! Asking now cause it's a little ways away (first week of February!) & the clown one looked really cool, could I also ask for a birthday moodboard please? Very classic rainbow, funfetti cake, balloons sorta thing; no paci. Just something really fun & colorful!

Thank you!

Definitely!!

[iraprince]

well! i've exited my 20s. not gonna get goopy or graphic about it but this is a big deal for me bc for the vast majority of my life i did not think i was gonna get this far. now like once a day i distinctly have the thought "i'm so fucking glad i didn't kill myself"

i feel weird of course but im also really excited for my 30s. im excited to enjoy my marriage and to become better friends with myself and to make more art. thanks for being here and for being kind to me

[swordfright]

happy birthday!! for your consideration: daedalus arc but c!sam and c!dream are privately spending the whole time both talking themselves into and out of weird powerplay sex

Much to consider! On one hand, so much of Dream's behavior in Daedalus is grounded in treating Sam much better than he was treated, which you'd think would rule out dubcon. Wouldn't weird powerplay sex defeat the point that Dream's trying to make? On the other hand, if we're to assume the weird powerplay sex did already happen during Dream's own incarceration and that he's convinced himself he did in fact consent during that period...denying Sam that same agency now would be hypocritical, right? Not to mention it would imply something unsavory about Dream's own (in)ability to consent in prison.

Other things to consider. If Dream offered the warden everything he could give, the warden's acceptance is an implicit admission: he wanted what was offered. With that in mind, I think one of the cruelest (and most effective) things Dream could do when their positions are reversed during Daedalus would be to turn Sam down! Not that I think Sam would offer in the first place tbh. That's Dream's job.

A final thing to consider: maybe the weird powerplay sex doesn't happen but Dream shows up in progressively more and more revealing clothing each day. As a show of ill will.

All this to say: no matter what happens, the internal monologues would be BONKERS.

[emi1ll]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

[jokerislandgirl32]

I SAW A POST ON MY DASH SAYING ITS YOUR BD JIG IS THIS STILL VALID BC IF SO HBD GIRLIEEEEEEEE

Hellooooo!!!! That post was accurate because…. yes!!! My 28th birthday was last week, 10/04! I was sick that day, and I’m still not feeling well, so my posts about it (like my response to this ask, so sorry for the lateness) have been delayed. But thank you so much for the birthday wishes!!! I truly appreciate them!

The birthday wishes honestly have played such a great part in helping me to overcome some trauma that I used to associate with birthdays. So thank you for this ask, and thank you to everyone who sent birthday wishes my way! You all are the best!

Here’s a cat who’s ready to party 😆.

[moonbeamwritings]

this is for my migraine girlies and my migraine girlies ONLY

warnings: nausea description and vomit mention

Tonight was supposed to be fun, you think bitterly as you slump into a free seat on the train. Instead, the second you sat down at the restaurant hours earlier, a drink in hand and food on the way, you felt the familiar, creeping pain of a migraine start to settle behind your eyes. Naively, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. You thought that with food and a glass or two of water under your belt, you’d be fine, that the dull ache in your head would subside.

But oh, how wrong you were. The dull throb wormed its way deeper and deeper into your temples until you found that even the crisp night air on the walk to the movie theater around the corner did little to ease the nauseous feeling making its home in the pit of your stomach. You knew you should tell Tetsurou that you weren’t feeling well — you knew that he’d understand; but you hadn’t had a date night in weeks, and you couldn’t bring yourself to dull the sparkle in his eyes as you sat down in the theater. He’d been waiting for this movie to come out for months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to cut the night short.

The bright screen and the thundering sound effects only worked to exacerbate your symptoms, leaving you rubbing at your temples and willing your stomach to settle for nearly the entire runtime. And as you made your way back to the train station, you faked conversation as best you could.

“That was awesome!” Tetsurou announced excitedly, moving your intertwined hands through the space between you as he analyzed the different scenes and characters.

“Oh she was my favorite,” you chime in, forcing a smile as your head seemed to be splitting in two. “She was definitely cooler in this one than in the last one!”

“Right!?”

Riding the train was pure torture, your stomach flips and turns, your vision swimming as images and buildings flash by the windows. You bounce your leg in a feeble attempt to distract yourself.

“Hey,” Tetsurou questions from his spot in front of you, a finger tapping against the crown of your head as his other hand holds the railing to steady himself. “You alright, angel? You look pale.”

You close your eyes for a moment as another pang of pain washes over your forehead, feeling as if an axe is being driven through your skull. Weakly, you force yourself to nod. “Mm, I’m alright.”

His palm rests flat on your head before he gently ruffles your hair. The motion and the warmth of his hand gives you a brief flash of relief. You sigh at the feeling. “Feeling tired?”

“Mhm.”

Tetsurou eyes you carefully, his hand migrating down to stroke your cheek. His brows furrow when he catches your gaze, and seeming to sense that something isn’t right, he replies, “We’re almost home, okay?”

Almost there, you think, counting the remaining stops in your head.

4... 3... 2... 1...

The long, agonizing minutes between your stop and the one before it have you bouncing your leg faster, sweat starting to bead along your brow. You felt hot and shaky all at once, like you were about to crawl out of your skin. Your tongue flashes out to wet your dry lips. If I don’t get off this train now, you think with clenched teeth, I’ll be throwing up in public tonight. You squeeze your eyes shut when the train pulls up to your stop, and you feel unsteady on your feet as Tetsurou guides you to the platform, a comforting hand resting against the small of your back.

Your apartment is a short walk from the station, going by quickly as you’re too focused on steadying your stomach to pay much attention to the familiar path along the sidewalk, through the lobby, and up in the elevator. When you finally, finally, reach your apartment, your hands shake as you try to get the key in the lock. Tears of frustration and pain start to well in your eyes.

“Hey,�� Tetsurou calls gently, taking the key from your hand, “Let me get it, okay? Are you sure you’re alright?”

With the comfort of your apartment waiting just behind a single, locked door, and with Tetsurou’s soft, caring voice washing over you, you finally break. The migraine that had been mounting all night has now reached its peak and you finally allow yourself to cry.

Tetsurou is quick to push the door open and bring you inside, pulling you into a hug that keeps your head tucked just beneath his chin. “Oh, angel.” He coos sweetly, rubbing your back. “What’s wrong?”

You’re dragged into a vicious loop, where the tears make your head throb more, which causes even more tears. You feel pathetic and childish when you know you shouldn’t, hating to be doted on for something that you should’ve been prepared for — you feel like the image of a child, tired and unwell, telling their parents they’ve just thrown up.

“I have the worst migraine, Tetsu.” It’s a meek response, one that has your breath fanning his neck and your eyes clenching shut.

He tuts, squeezing you closer. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin date night.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined a thing.” He kisses your hairline once, twice. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s not your fault.”

He breaks away to lead you down the hall, your vision spotting as you manage to lower yourself to the edge of your bed. Tetsurou doesn’t let you lift a finger — taking your shoes off for you, changing you into your pajamas before leaving you in the dark, quiet embrace of your bedroom.

“I’ll be back.” It’s a promise that leaves you aching for his return, and when he finally does, he drops migraine medication and a cold glass of water into your palms.

“Take those and then we’ll try to get some sleep, okay?”

It takes you a while to settle once you’re beneath the covers, feeling hot and cold all at once as your head pounds. Before Tetsurou joins you, he presses a cool compress to your head, just how you like it. The room is pitch black and deathly quiet when he finally crawls into bed, his hand finding yours beneath the sheets. His thumb traces a pattern along your skin, a welcome distraction from the pain.

“Is there anything else I can do?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and even in the darkness you can sense the softness in his gaze.

“No, thank you.”

That night, you’re up and down, making frequent treks to the bathroom to feel the cool tile beneath your thighs and linger by the edge of the toilet bowl. Bile rises and falls in your throat, but it never comes. Tears of frustration and discomfort travel down the apples of your cheeks as you lean back against the tub. Tetsurou comes to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh.

“Tetsu, it’s late,” you remind him, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you will the nausea to subside.

“I know, but I can’t sleep if you’re not feeling well.”

He sits beside you on the bathroom floor through the dry heaving and the threat of vomit, uncaring that you’re a sweaty, shivering mess. When you feel well enough to stand, he guides you back to bed and coaxes you into his arms.

The silence is broken by the sound of a hum that you can feel rumble through his chest. “I love you.”

You can feel it. You can feel it in the way Tetsurou’s arm tugs you close to his chest, can feel it in the ginger way he speaks and the tender way he’d prepped you for bed. No boyfriend had ever even tried to care for you like this, had ever spent an hour sitting next to you on the bathroom floor. Love seeps into your blood just as the medication does, and you know you’ll feel better in the morning as long as he’s by your side.

You kiss the column of his throat once, nuzzling your nose against his skin. “I love you, too.”

[onippep]

Coupons

(I have a confession to make.)

Sounds serious, cutie. What is it?

(I. F-first, you enjoyed your birthday, right?)

Yeah. That was incredibly sweet and overwhelming. Why? What's got you nervous?

(Okay. So. The thing is. That. I. Meant to. Give you something. But. I. Forgot. Entirely.)

...[makes a face, laughs] dear god, Oni, that doesn't matter! You're fine, I got more than enough stuff!--

(Th-THAT BEING SAID, I did receive some help and-- uh--) [fidgets with something]

(I thought. I'd. Be. Your. Gift ?)

I-if you did this yesterday, Oni, I would've told everyone to go home.

(And why's that.)

Cuz', u-um. Uh. Nothing-- beats this. And I'm serious.

... MmmnnnRRRRRr..!! [is about to move, then hesitates]

[sees him do so, freezes, also hesitating]

...

...

...(...there's another thing too!)

Ah--?

(A-- a c-c--c--c-coupon, m-mma-made by-- made by yours truly..!)

[exasperated] I-- HAH. WOAH THERE. THAT'S PRETTY FORWARD.

(Too much--??)

NO NO. NO IT. HAH. NO. It's not. And-- this isn't sex, it's-- you just want more kisses don't you.

(GUILTY. B-but..!! Auh, that coupon is for YOU, so it's if YOU want more kisses!)

I swear w-we're talking like we're in 3rd g-grade-- UM. WELL I. WON'T. SAY NO. YOU KNOW? I'll. Keep this in the back pocket for a bad day, you flatterer!

(HhhhhEE. You-- you've been feeling different ever since last night, so I thought I'd get bold.)

Your empathy shit is so weird. But you're also right. I--...pff... You know what's going on. Sue me.

(I have an inkling...! And it rhymes with Brush!)

Ffft-- mhm. Cannot confirm or deny this fact, sir.

(Of course you can't... I saw that look you were giving me a few moments ago, though...!)

Ah-- HEY. YOU WERE ALSO WEARING THAT LOOK-- I MEAN whatlook. SHUDDUP.

[giggling]

...

...

[staring at each other]

(O-OKAY. UM. There's. Also! One last. Thing!)

More?? You could've stopped at yourself, cutie, honestly! That would've been enough--??

(Just something small! Don't worry!)

(Not from tips this time. I didn't even earn this, b-but I know you benefit greatly fr--)

Oni.

.

[talkethtothehandeth]

I found out through google that an old friend died and i feel weird and can’t breathe sometimes and death is weird and dying sucks and life goes on

[thesmallmeggles]

Happy Birth To Me 🎉

Which means dolls :)

Dandelion Wishes says "Hello!"

How to get me to buy myself stim toys: incorporate them into a cute doll 😆

Bonus: I pretended she was a gift from Spamton. (My plush tagged along with me to the store so...) Note was written with my non-dominant hand to better sell the illusion (apart from that final "m" where I defaulted to my usual style)

Bonus #2: Explanation for Bug Friend. The ladybug doesn't come with Dandelion; it's a little vinyl figurine that I bought earlier in the year

[maurastierney]

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[jaskersneakthief]

hell

he's one nanosecond away from falling to the floor due to cardiac arrest

[ad-nai]

it's my birthday ! i have officially reached the age of old. i'm gonna be working on graphics stuff today? but i'm home alone so free to plot / msg me here or ask for my disc if desired <3.

[kirasfracturedmind]

guess who's dumbass is running on 6 hours of sleep and no more because their friends birthday is today and they stayed up until midnight with them and their partner ((new friend i think!!)) and then even while trying to fall asleep stayed up trying to figure out what to get them 🦄✨💅🏻 ((i have no regrets i love my friend))

[blehboyspost]

so! i binged for two days bc i just gave up when my dad didn’t give a shit and just told me to get a job - so on my birthday i would be working out and f@sting !

[wraithsoutlaws]

Idk if you talk about nsfw when talking about dagger x dumdum BUT

How freaky are they. Like I saw the sandpaper fleshlight comment so I know they get wild 💀 But I need more please. I’m having insane brainrot about them.

Like do they ever get soft or do they always go full crazy 100% of the time??

Idk I just need to know EVERYTHING about them

OH yes they are pretty freaky UwU so dagger has a warped perception of pleasure and has a hard time getting off without some element of pain. its normal for him to scrape/cut/stab himself during sex, even if there's already an element of pain. and i hc that dum dum keeps his pain editors up pretty high due to chronic pain from all his chrome, so he also needs a lot of intensity to feel and they both deliver for each other in spades. (shockingly dagger is also a bit of a sadist so he likes to dish it out also. knifeplay and bloodplay both are big on his list and dum dum has fun with this also. dagger definitely encourages his violent side and it's not unusual for them to physically fight before sex).

that being said they DO have some moments of softness, especially as their relationship grows. vulnerability is a bit hard for both of them, so it takes them a while to get there and neither of them is really used to it in the beginning. the first time they take their time and find comfort in each other without all those added layers it's really a profound experience for them both, and it's much different, much slower, more tender and unsure, like they've never done it before.

and sometimes it's just silly! and drunk and stupid and fumbling and getting interrupted because cockroach keeps rummaging in the gun stash carrying grenades around or dagger keeps dropping his cigarette and having to re-light it (because you know he can't go 10 minutes without a smoke)(but he also uses cigarettes during sex too so...) anyway you never know what you're gonna get with them tbqh but one way or another they make it memorable.