#happy birthday data!!!!! :D

[steakout-05]

happy birthday to my favourite little android in tha whole galaxy!!! :D

additionally:

[dungeonmistressclara]

Happy birthday Mr Data! :D

-215 today woooooo

[zhongrin]

skilled fingers, devious heart

© zhongrin | 2024  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ al haitham

✼ tags ┈ minors dni, fem-bodied reader (reader has a pussy), bratty!reader, manhandling, restraints, orgasm denial/control, edging, brat taming, light degradation, oral, light spanking, overstimulation, hint of c█rr█pt█d!haitham (hence he has his mean moments), aftercare, longfic (3.6k+)

✼ a/n ┈ “let me just draft a quick birthday oneshot for al haitham!” ー meirin, a total clown, circa 2024 /silly ..... anyways, happy birthday to the silliest man in sumeru. i love him dearly and i love that his bday is literally just a day away from my mom and one of my besties. very convenient to remember lol also, happy chinese new year!!! ✨

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

when you asked your boyfriend what he wanted to do for his birthday, you didn't think he would ask for this. then again, al haitham was mostly an unpredictable man, even to you as his lover. he seemed to have a knack for constantly having you on your toes, always anticipating his next actions and reminding you how much of a complex individual he was despite his simple aspirations in life.

such as now, when he requested you to ‘spread your legs and stay still’.

contrary to him, your answer was - at least in his eyes - predictable. a raise of eyebrows, a fox-like grin tugging on your lips, and al haitham could already hear the smug tone of your voice before you could even spoke the words, “make me.”

the fact that you loved to play a dangerous game with a dangerous man always came back to bite you in the ass, but your boyfriend played his part so well, it kept you coming back for more. he knew just the right way to respond to your challenge that made you shiver with want: muscles flexing as he pinned you down onto your shared bed, your preferred choice of restraints keeping you immobile and indecently spread for his blooming green eyes to observe. his pupils lined with brick reds dilated, the scholar stared at the resulting sight like a museum curator appraising an acclaimed artwork.

despite this, you were a fervent fire ablaze in the face of downpour, “it’s not like you to brute force your way into tackling a problem. was this morning’s session not enough for mister feeble scholar?”

ah. this artwork sure has a feisty personality to it.

al haitham snorted, his arm moving to place a hand on your inner thigh, tracing circles and indescribable patterns, “why do you bother futilely talking back and acting resilient in front of me, when it’s obvious how much power i hold over you? even the brightest students know to learn from their mistakes, so have you not learned from this morning about how powerless you are?”

he would never admit it, but while such display of bullheadedness irritated him when it came from other people, somehow it was almost adorable coming from you.

“wh- i'm not powerless!”

“the facts proved against your favor, however. especially considering how i’ve just succeeded in tossing you onto our bed and holding your body down. i know i could do whatever i wanted with you… and i was right, wasn’t i?” the hand holding your thigh squeezed briefly, his breath slowly caressing your skin the more he leaned closer, “besides, it’s also been proven that you like such treatments.”

you blushed, memories that proved his claims flooding your mind. yet, you huffed and looked away in hope to alleviate the warmth that was starting to bubble on your cheeks.

“so you might be needlessly strong physically, yes, okay, whatever. would you like a gold star for that?”

unfortunately(?) for you, despite the biting words, he didn’t miss the signs of your flustered state. his voice was as leveled as ever as more silken words fell from his lips; the very same ones you wished would just kiss you already, “remember how I pinned your hands above your head? how you tried kicking and wriggling, saying how you ‘can’t’ and yet… we both knew what exactly happened after that, don’t we?”

you felt your core clench at the taunt, throat swallowing at the picture he painted. your legs tugged against the straps as if you wanted to kick him. in turn, all you got back was an amused low chortle.

“cute,” the soft remark almost flew by you, but alas, before you could snap back at him, his touch started to trail further, tracing your labia before spreading the pink folds open with his fingers. an embarrassed squeak by you was followed by a condescending hum by your partner, his eyes zeroing on the slick coating your pretty clit and inner lips that oozed the remnants of your prior lovemaking, “and so mouthwateringly indecent.”

his digits dragged against your dripping cunt, a teasing smirk dancing on his face when a soft noise left your throat in response.

"such a mess," he remarked, infuriatingly nonchalant as if he hadn’t loved you so intensely just a few hours ago, “you were truly, completely cockdrunk last night, weren't you?"

“s-shut up…”

“why should i? you’ve mentioned how much you liked my voice. i doubt your perspectives had changed since then.”

“you don’t know that. maybe i don’t like it anymore,” you countered pettily.

“yet your body seems to arrive at a different conclusion,” the languid lull in his voice couldn’t mask the delight he experienced as he saw your sopping wetness drip with want. your lover smirked, dragging his finger up and down slowly, gathering your slick to circle around your swollen pearl, feathery touches leaving you wanting for more. the way you were shaking, your body twitching from sensitivity in return of his ministrations, was almost as hot as actual sex itself.

“ah… you meanie-” you inhaled sharply as this wicked, wicked man purposefully started rubbing your clit in the way he knew would make you putty in his hands. firm and calculated flicks followed by a finger slipping into your creamy cunt made you keen wantonly, thighs momentarily spreading wider before you found your decorum, rear falling back onto the soft sheets, teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

al haitham watched in fascination as you tried to regain your attitude. he wondered how long that would last this time. you were a puzzle that enthralled him, a chorus he wanted to listen forever. he might not have been studying under kshahrewar back in his younger days, but there was a part of him that wanted to pick you apart and put you back together again.

this was why he was so addicted to you.

he didn’t particularly enjoy doing extra work, but given the reward waiting for him at the end of the road, he determinedly doubled his action; one finger tapping and circling, the other knuckle-deep inside your tight heat, intense and unforgiving.

“fffuck- h-haitham-” the stutter of your needy voice sharpened his smirk, expression hardening into focus as he observed the twitch of your hips and the rivulets of juices coating his appendages. he briefly admired the way your skin glowed in perspiration, the way your fleshy parts rippled as you squirmed under him. no words could properly capture the desire brewing and consuming his whole being at having the privilege to witness such a sight.

he saw your breathing quicken, felt the clenching and unclenching of your walls, the way you started to move your hips as far as the restraints allowed, and your abdomen dipping as you inched nearer and nearer to bliss.

a mean glint of red, and his fingers withdrew quickly.

“wha- ah?”

you blinked and panted, eyes snapping wide as the coil loosened, and your sight settled on al haitham’s smug tilt of his head.

“i told you to stay still.”

“you… you prick! meanie! bastard!”

“that’s not the attitude you should be adapting given the current position of power,” he chided, before his hand deviously dropped back to its previous position, resuming in a much teasingly slower pace; a silent implication of what he could have done but chose not to, ”if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.”

“-son of a- oh! a-ah-” your words failed you as he added one extra finger into your warmth, prodding just near your favorite spot within the gummy walls, yet never directly.

you knew he could go deeper. he was dangling that carrot over you, and you were tempted to fall for his little game.

“pardon? what was that?” he asked, and if you didn’t see the way the corner of his lips curl up through your bleary eyes, you might have believed that he truly missed your barrages of insults born out of frustration, “would you like to say it louder?”

“archons, you- j-jerk!”

“oh?”

the sudden shift of his touch, turning firmer and faster, made you gasp and whimper, body twitching involuntarily as you felt the sensation build up yet again. your toes curl and your calves tensed, tugging against the harness as your biting words turned into needy moans. a shudder rocked your body, the back of your head digging onto the soft mattress as you felt him mouth on your collarbone, nibbling, tormenting in the most delectable way.

“use your words, darling. you were so smart with them just seconds ago.”

“haa- ngh! j-just let me cum, you unfair little-”

al haitham sighed like a disappointed tutor who had just discovered that his best student had earned an F in their recent exam. the sudden loss of his touch and the way you were forced to come down from that white-hot lines of satisfaction yet again made you cry out, the restraints straining noisily as you tried to buck onto something, anything.

a smirk returned onto his face as he witnessed your verbal and physical protest. that’s right, not yet. this was why he adored your stubbornness. he was going to tease and torment you until you were a total wreck, and then he would give you your reprieve in multitudes.

“how obstinate of you to continue denying your desires even when all outcomes dictate your loss,” the man remarked, palming your soft thighs and enjoying the way they dipped under the pressure of his hands. he was tempted to leave a few reds in the shape of his handprints, but he refrained… for now. that can come later.

“h-haitham….,” you mustered the wettest puppy eyes you could manifest - which wasn’t that hard considering the tears of pleasure already pooling in your eye lines - and blinking though your lashes at him, an adorable pout on your lips.

“what? is something missing to really help you release all of that tension?" he faked an indifferent tone fully meant to provoke.

you groaned, shivering as you felt the cold air brushing your flushed skin and swollen bundle of nerves begging for attention, “al haitham...!” you whined while quivering, eyes blown in desire, your pride refusing to budge any more than this.

the man smirked as your protests weakened with every seconds that ticked, the look of desire and lust in your eyes clearly increasing in intensity the more he reveled in your plight.

"hm?" he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "still being stubborn?" he moved his middle finger towards the folds of your pussy, dragging it along your indecently leaking entrance and up into your aching clit, swirling slowly and making you shiver in response. even the smallest movements resulted in a sound that showcased how drenched you were, and it was all according to his plans, "are you sure you want to keep playing this game? you know who’s the more patient one in this relationship… you’re all tied up and i’m free to do this all day if i wanted to. i wouldn’t mind — it would be a good way to spend my day off.”

eyes teary, teeth gnawing on your lip, you bucked your hips as his finger touched the swollen nerves directly this time, "s-shut up...! you’re so- ugh! if you’re gonna be so cruel then don’t touch me at all!"

your beloved chuckled, dragging his digits up and down in the same teasing motion, playing with your sensitivity with a touch that sent you teetering to heaven but bordering to hell with how tortuously slow it was. he was a master as you were a slave to pleasure; your moans ramping up into wounded desperation just as he guided you back into the tightrope of lust, spiraling into the ecstasy you so desperately sought. you sobbed and trembled; heart beating loudly in your ears. you were so helplessly pent-up, so deliciously close-

“beg.”

the devil’s voice entered your ears and you grit your teeth. he wouldn’t, right? not for the third time. no, he wasn’t that despicable, he wouldn’t. he’ll give it to you, he’s-

“beg.”

the pressure lightened, and you inhaled sharply.

“please!” the word fell from your lips before you could stop them, “i need- i want…!”

your boyfriend stopped, a trail of your slick followed his appendages’ ascent as he withdrew to appreciate the stream of glistening slick coating your tender pussy and how your hips canted, trying to guilelessly chase his touch, throat singing a needy whine that sounded so beautiful he was almost tempted to keep denying your release for the next hour.

“haitham, please, please!” you sounded so high-pitched and so utterly adorable, he couldn’t help but place a peck on your thigh. tears of relief joined your tears of pleasure as you saw his pleased smile and the way he complied with your begging, though it still wasn’t enough.

“yes? don’t just call my name, darling. elaborate. go on, you can do it,” he carried on with the slow circles around your throbbing clit, fingers barely pumping into your drooling cunt.

“please! i can’t take it anymore…!" you hiccuped, keening, abdomen twitching, so sensitive that the slightest touch was making you toe on the brink of insanity.

al haitham smirked wickedly, watching as your mind and body were losing that self-control, your hips rocking back and forth while your face and eyes colored with pleasure. breathing in disarray, body a quivering mess, he almost wished he had a kamera to immortalize this perverse scene.

“are you asking me to help you release?”

“b-begging! i’m begging you- please let me cum!” you were definitely on the edge, shuddering, legs trying to flail against the tight bondage. a pleased groan rumbled in his throat, and his hand finally reverted into the pace and motions that made you see stars.

“louder,” a command.

“please help me cum!!!”

your muscles tensed as you tasted the precipice of bliss, your lips babbling, chanting his name and a series of undignified pleadings that implored him to not stop this time. you received an approving hum for your clear show of subservience and a soft peck on your cheek that made you moan in appreciation.

“i hope you didn’t forget what i said earlier,” he whispered against your ear, sultry and littered with hidden mischievous intent that you completely missed, too focused on reaching that high with each flick of his wrist and with each pressing prod of his finger—

the expertly placed thrust onto your g-spot was the cause of your crumble into depravity; walls sucking him in as your back arched in your climax. lips open in a silent scream, you missed the adoring look of your lover as he watched you spiral into bliss.

ah, your blissful ignorance is always so, so delicious to see.

before you could even start to wind down from your intense release, the sinful appendages picked up their salacious endeavors once more, three of them stirring your sopping wet mess and massaging your sweet spot relentlessly. al haitham’s mouth latched on your swollen bundle, his tongue flicking and sucking in turn, savoring your sweet taste and basking in your erotic cries that followed.

“can’t! can’t- too much! h-ah-ngh-!”

he ignored your feeble protests in favor of focusing on the task at hand; tongue lapping on the copious juices dribbling out of you as he pumped the slender fingers right onto your sensitive pussy’s weak spot. the sounds of your wetness echoed indecently in the room, a lewd orchestration of sensuality accompanied by your reprehensible babbling.

the second orgasm crashed against your senses and you sobbed, whining and jolting as he helped you ride it to your most satisfaction. eyes rolling, you barely registered the way he lapped at your juices like a man starved, before pulling back to observe the effect of his unholy actions. and he must have seen something, for when your vision cleared from euphoria, he had taken to caress you once again.

“one more. you can give me one more,” the rasp in his voice sent a jolt of desire in your loins, yet at the same time, the overstimulation had started to settle in. this time, the pleasure made your whole body tremor and for once you had no idea if the straps were a blessing or a curse; your limbs flailed and strained, instinctively writhing at the assault of stimulation.

“f-fuck! oh! a-archons- my love, please!!”

“i told you, didn’t i?” he purred, salacious and mocking, a flicker of red and a sneer, “’if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.’ well, my love, i am not yet satisfied.”

all senses of modesty had been thrown out of the window at this point. a series of disgraceful noises left your throat, tears running down your temples as you stayed rooted to your spot on the bed, oxytocin flooding your brain and numbing your senses. stringing words proved to be difficult when you were oversensitive and your lover seemed determined to see you mindless and utterly ruined by his touches.

if before, you were a helpless traveler stranded on a desert chasing on the mirage of an oasis, this time you felt like you were drowning in an ocean full of pleasure. all senses submerged in the ruthless waves of unbridled desires that made you both paralyzed and set you aflame.

“look at you,” al haitham's words came out harsh despite having a pleased hum to it as he battered your fleshy nub harder, insistent and undeterred by your unconvincing protests. he smirked, pleased with your cries and senseless noises leaving your lips, free from your brain’s usual filtering. your mind and body were already beyond your control as he slowly edged you closer and closer to that sweet release yet again. “so needy for me. gushing endlessly like you’re in heat.”

he watched you writhe and quake, a sliver of drool escaping the side of your opened mouth, his cock straining against the confines of his pants, but oh, he was enjoying every second of it. his free hand palmed your thigh before delivering a light slap, his eyes dilating when it made your breath hitch and your body jerk. each impact brought you to the absolute edge of delirium, and every time the pads of his fingers grind and stretched your gummy walls, the more debauched pleas left your emptied mind.

“c-cumming! cumming! i’m close, love, please! i’m- ah—”

“good,” it was almost sadistic, how he seemed to take so much satisfaction from seeing you so shamefully addicted to his mere fingers, “then come.”

a choked sob and a few insistent taps onto your oversensitive clit took your vision into a realm of whites. your finish was immaculately designed to enrapture you in a burst of nothingness, where nothing else mattered but you and your boyfriend's eloquent expertise. ears ringing, your consciousness temporarily froze in the state of heavenly rapture.

when you came down from the vivid paradise, you found your limbs freed from the restraints, your lover dutifully checking the reddened skin to make sure you hadn’t caused any injuries to yourself. seeing your glazed eyes settling onto his form, he leaned over and stroked your cheek, speaking in a soft voice with a caring tone far too detached from the demeaning and authoritative tone just moments ago.

“you did so well.”

though your senses were totally fried from the overstimulation and you still couldn’t exactly feel your limbs, a loopy grin spread on your lips. soft pair of green eyes watched you in adoration as he tucked you onto his chest, a gentle kiss descending on top of your head as he cradled you within his arms.

“verdict from one to ten?”

“mmmm…. twenty.”

“hm. it appears you’re still more delirious than i judged.”

a playful swat to his side was all you could manage, and you were rewarded with the rare soft laugh of your usually stoic lover.

“you’re adorable.”

“and you’re mean.”

“you speak as if the attitude does not bring you joy.”

“shut up and cuddle me.”

“ordering me around on my birthday? you’re spoiled.”

“and whose fault is that?”

“mine,” al haitham admitted with a smile, silently grateful for your presence, your witty banter, your hardheadedness, your loving eyes, your everything — you, who were undoubtedly and indubitably….

“mine,” he repeated and pressed another kiss, this time to your lips: a silent promise for spending his next birthdays with you once again.

bonus:

“still,” you sighed into his hold as your breathing steadied, looking up at him in half curiosity and half concern, “this doesn’t seem like a birthday present for you.”

al haitham looked down at you, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. he guided your hand, and your small daydream of him being unusually romantic to initiate hand holding before spewing some cheesy lines like in those light novels were dashed when you found a familiar hardness twitching against your palm.

“bold of you to you think that my appetizer was the main course.”

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[lottokinn]

            𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘: ──── LOVE-KINN now is 29 !!!

Kinn nunca soube quando era seu aniversário porque foi deixada no acampamento ainda bebê por Tique e a deusa nunca fez questão de informar uma data especifica de seu nascimento. Ainda assim, Love jamais deixaria de comemorar uma data como essa e por isso segue os registros da sua chegada no acampamento! Dia 20 de agosto de 1995 foi quando a pequena Love com suas asinhas chegaram ao acampamento e essa menina deu um trabalhão ao Quíron e Sr. D para cuidar de uma criança chorona que não os deixavam dormir pela noite na Casa Grande. Conforme foi crescendo é claro que sua personalidade foi se moldando até receber oficialmente o apelido/nome de Love por ser conhecida como uma extrovertida acolhedora. Hoje a mulher comemora 29 verões. Poderia ser uma data triste afinal com tantas trágeidas, como se comemora? No entanto, como uma semideusa considera chegar nessa idade uma grande vitória, especialmente porque já passou pela guerra contra os Titãs e contra Gaia. Duas guerras (quase três) e vinte e nove aniversários não são para qualquer um, soooo...

♤♡ Happy Birthday, Love-Kinn! ♢♧

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D

also, since i'm brazilian, i'm going to sing the "happy birthday song" for you in portuguese!

PARABÉNS PRA VOCÊ

NESSA DATA QUERIDA

MUITAS FELICIDADES

MUITOS ANOS DE VIDA

Oh thanks!!!! I'm pretty sure this is actually the first time I've seen the Portuguese one so that's cool!!!! 💚🩷💚🩷💚🩷💚🩷

[angrybatgaming]

Left a message boat in Sky yesterday for my friends to let them know if I suddenly stop playing for a few days, it's because my internet is extremely slow to congestion; and I don't want to burn through my phone's hotspot data. Get on today and someone left a message boat DIRECTLY NEXT TO IT with the message "True or false, fake or real?" (translated from Japanese or Chinese; I don't quite know the difference yet).

I mean, it doesn't necessarily mean they saw my boat message. And maybe I'm just feeling a little sensitive from the stress of last week, but I feel like ONCE AGAIN someone is making a rude remark about people not having perfect internet connection. Like it's UNHEARD OF where they live. Well guess, buster? It's real. Shitty internet exists. Especially where I live.

I'm just ranting. But those kind of people piss me off. I've been chewed out and told to go kill myself by a 13 year because of bad internet. And other people would be like "LOL gEt BeTtEr InTeRnEt". Or just straight up mock me.

I guess so this doesn't end on too sour of a note, there was a more wholesome message on the other side of mine that announced someone's birthday. So happy birthday to them! 🎂🎉 Also I got a set of skin tone markers, so I can FINALLY do human OC reference sheets! :D

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Azul Ashengrotto - Birthday Boy Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Octavinelle Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

NRC School Newspaper Special Feature: Interview with the Birthday Boy ～Azul Version～

Happy Birthday

Azul: Oh, my. Thank you for taking the trouble.

How is the party?

Azul: I am rather enjoying it, thank you. This kind of liveliness reminds me of the birthday parties I'd have back home.

Did you always have a large celebration back home?

Azul: Indeed. My family owns a restaurant, you see.

Azul: When I was younger, every year on my birthday, we would close the restaurant and celebrate it together with the staff.

Azul: The decorations and music were top notch… But the best part of it all was the largest table in the restaurant completely packed with my favorite foods.

Azul: "Eat that, eat this…"

Azul: When I think back to it now, I wish I had put up even a bit of a protest to how much food it was…

Azul: However, when I was a child, I was so elated without a care in the world.

What is your family like? Please tell us all about each of them.

Azul: My mother manages the restaurant. I believe when she started it, it was a rather small place, but…

Azul: Before long, it was the top rated, most popular restaurant in the Coral Sea, boasting a rather large staff.

Azul: It must all be thanks to her immense talent in cooking, not to mention her brilliant managerial skills.

Azul: She is also quite invested in the Mostro Lounge. Don't you think it is spectacular to be able to work together as parent and child?

Azul: Next, we have my stepfather… As he is my mother's second husband, we are not related by blood.

Azul: He is a lawyer, and they met while my mother was going through her divorce proceedings.

Azul: No one can truly predict what may happen in life, can they?

Azul: He is a kind and sincere person, yes… But when it comes to his work, he is the shrewdest person I know!

Azul: He would often instruct me in contracts and laws. He gets along very well with my mother, and I find he is someone I can truly respect.

Azul: Lastly, my grandmother. Mine is a family of mages, but her magic is spectacular.

Azul: She would often use her magic to assist our neighbors with their woes.

Azul: That's right… She is a benevolent person, just like yours truly.

Azul: Everyone in my family may have their own strong personality, but they are each so incredibly talented. They truly are a family I can be proud of.

[Octavinelle Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Please tell me something you're particular about when it comes to the Mostro Lounge.

Azul: Hm, there is a lot I could choose from… But if I were to choose something, I suppose it would be the tableware.

Azul: Not only is the quality of the flavor important when it comes to a dish, but so is the presentation.

Azul: No matter how delicious the food, if the tableware you use to present it is subpar, it loses some of its charm.

Azul: That is the reason why most of the tableware that the Mostro Lounge uses comes from a high-end brand.

Azul: ...Looking back on it, it was a difficult few days preparing for the grand opening of the Lounge.

Azul: I gathered data from popular restaurants and sent staff to visit various tableware manufacturers,

Azul: And looked at sample after sample…

Azul: Well, at least it is thanks to that continued hardship that I was able to collect such wonderful tableware.

I didn't realize that was a thing to even think about…

Azul: Fufu… That's absolutely fine. If you were to learn the price of our teacups, you wouldn't even be able to hold it so casually.

Azul: You do not need to worry yourself with the individual worth of our tableware.

Azul: That attention to detail that we provide adds to the luxurious setting of our Lounge.

Azul: However… Sometimes Floyd will carelessly break the tableware we so painstakingly collected.

Azul: I've cautioned him so many times, and yet… Really, what a troublesome guy.

Sounds like a handful.

Azul: Well, I do still try to take breaks occasionally.

What do you do during your breaks...?

Azul: I read in my room.

Azul: In order to relax, I turn down the lights and thread through the autobiographies of businessmen that I borrowed from the library.

Azul: Also, I've filled my room with my favorite kinds of decorations and collections…

Azul: So just being able to gaze at them sets my heart at ease and puts me in a good mood.

[Octavinelle Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Do you have a hobby?

Azul: That would be coin collecting. I've had that hobby for quite some time now.

When did you begin?

Azul: When…? Ah, I remember now. It began when I found a coin near a sunken ship as a child.

Azul: At first, I merely believed it to be an ordinary coin from the surface…

Azul: But once I studied up on it, I learned it was a commemorative coin from this one country in which only 100 of the were made.

Azul: The face value of the coin is 100 madol.

Azul: However, to a collector, this would be a premium item that could be worth up to 500,000 madol! (5,000 Thaumarks)

Azul: Once I learned of the existence of these kinds of coins, I began to collect them.

Azul: Based on the history and material it is cast out of, these coins can be worth more than what their face value is… Is that not absolutely fascinating?

That is pretty cool. About how many do you have now?

Azul: I believe somewhere around 200 now. Coins that I am especially taken with I have framed.

Azul: Incidentally, since the value of coins isn't as influenced by the market, this hobby is good for in terms of keeping assets, as well.

Do you have any other hobbies?

Azul: Let me think… I suppose I like board games.

Azul: Back when I first enrolled here and was looking for a club to join, I visited the Board Game club.

Azul: That's where I met Idia-san… Well, more Ortho-san standing beside him―

Azul: And they introduced me to a game which simulated commercial transactions.

Azul: I immediately thought, "This will cultivate my business acumen even further!" and joined the club right there and then.

Azul: I've played many games with this club now…

Azul: So I believe I've been able to build up a considerable amount of mettle when the time comes for me to step into the fray.

Azul: Although above anything else, I've found that it's quite enjoyable to send my opponent spiraling into defeat with my intellect. Fufufu...

You seem to have a ton of interests.

Azul: Well, who knows what may be beneficial to my businesses.

Azul: It is always best to try to experience everything I possibly can.

Thank you for sharing everything. Once more, Happy Birthday.

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland.

[ponds-of-ink]

MXES and Vanessa One-Shot: “Of Voice and Vision”

Took a bit of time, but I did remember to write this today! :D Here’s one of the Pre-Ruin scenarios I’ve had in my head for a few days now.

(don’t worry, the title will make sense in a minute)

It was the standard procedure today. Vanessa would take half-an-hour to set up equipment. MXES (or “Black Hare”, as he had been nicknamed in his data for a while) would use that time to review his previous lessons. And Gregory would be out with Freddy for a while– so long as he didn’t stir up any trouble.

What wasn’t standard was the eager smile Vanessa had. Even as she struggled to fix some last minute issues, she kept humming along to songs on her work playlist. “Just a couple more minutes, Mix,” she told the confused hare on a separate monitor. “Then we’ll be all set.”

MXES tilted his head. What was his creator so happy about? It wasn’t her birthday. Nor was it any of her companions’ or coworkers’. The nearest holiday was weeks away, last time his internal calendar checked.

Then again, any occasion could be a personal holiday to a human being. A vacation, a newborn, a romantic date… But, again, everything was standard. No such event had been entered into his software.

MXES continued to observe. Vanessa still hummed and typed away. The main computer whirred as final corrections travelled through its code. A sharp ding soon emitted from its speakers. Vanessa pumped her fist into the air before recomposing herself. “Well, Mix, are you ready for today’s ‘lesson’?” she asked, turning her attention back to the digital creature.

MXES’ ears raised. Oh. Maybe her happiness was related to the lesson. Odd.

However, that didn’t stop him from drawing himself up to full height and nodding proudly.

”Great,” Vanessa replied brightly, switching between tabs. “I’d say ‘Get ready’, but you look raring to go!”

MXES would have bowed, but now wasn’t the time. Bit by bit, his body faded from the secondary monitor. His world slowly shifted from this grid landscape to the very same room his maker was in. Soon, he was floating over her hastily-made bed.

“So how was the transfer?” Vanessa asked, inching her office chair towards the bed. “Was it slower than usual?”

MXES raised his hand, then lowered it until it looked flat. He tilted it left, then right.

“‘Only a little slower?’”

He nodded.

Vanessa’s eyes lit up, but her expression maintained its casual facade. She swiveled around to pick up a clipboard from her desk. “Everything feeling all right?” she inquired further, clicking her pen. “Any lagging or twitching?”

He shook his head. Nothing he was aware of.

Vanessa scribbled down some notes. Her eyes bounced between her listener and the paper before her. “Does anything look different to you?” she questioned. “Like a pillow being moved or a pencil not being in its cup holder?”

MXES tilted his head. Now why would she ask that question after he was “out” of the computer? He couldn’t really talk without assistance, after all.

Regardless, he looked around. The bed was a bit out-of-sorts, but everything on it was in their usual places. The pencils (save that one pen) were all in their spots. His creator was in the same chair she was always in… Except now she had rainbow-like streaks and a name floating above her head.

MXES bobbed his head, then frantically gestured to the text-like apparition. There was no way that was showing up on her end, was there??

Vanessa looked up in confusion, then shook her head. “Don’t worry, big guy,” she chuckled. “It’s just something only you can see.”

The hare slumped his shoulders. Phew. Crisis averted.

“What can you see though? Can you read it?”

MXES blinked. Obviously, he could. That was one of the lessons he had ages ago. Trying to convey it, however…

Well, he had to at least give it a shot.

He straightened himself up, readied that voicebank code, then activated it.

“Vvvvv…”

Wait. There was data here. New data.

He gauged Vanessa’s expression. That light in her eyes grew even brighter. He could practically register the excitement vibrating throughout her entire body.

Well, now he had to keep going. No use letting her bottle up all that emotion.

“Vvvv… aa.. nn.. V-ann…”

The syllable sorting was going to take some time, but at least he was getting close.

“Van…esss…uh?”

“Try finding the ‘vuh’ sound bite,” Vanessa suggested, her legs already shifting back and forth. “It should be in there.”

MXES nodded. Okay. Seemed easy enough.

“Vuhh.. nesss.. uhh.”

Now it was just the matter of putting them together. Just like reading.

“Vanessa”

Like someone on too much caffeine, Vanessa dropped her clipboard and laughed wildly. “It works!” she cried out joyfully, springing onto the bed. “The voice bank works! You said your first actual word!”

MXES’ ears raised. “Iiii… d-id?” he questioned slowly.

“Yeah!” Vanessa exclaimed back before grabbing a pillow and squealing into it. Then after a battle with self-regulation, she continued. “And that’s just the first layer of the iceberg,” she said, moving into a sitting position. “You know why you saw my name over my head?”

“Nnn.. oo. No.”

Vanessa stifled a laugh. “You know how you kinda had trouble with the facial recognition stuff sometimes?” she pressed on.

MXES just let out a “huff”. How could he forget?

“Well, I finally got an updated version of that software,” Vanessa explained, motioning a free arm towards the computer. “It’s almost the same as the Glamrocks’, but I’ve made a few tweaks— Stuff like you not having to deal with singing happy birthday out of nowhere or giving expired Fazbear discounts. You’ve even got your own database so you can keep an eye on repeat ‘visitors’.”

“Ohhh,” MXES responded, letting the emotion programming guide his tone. “S-soo.. I.. cannn.. re… re…mem…”

Vanessa’s smile weakened. “Yes, you can remember people a lot better now,” she cut in, her voice turning more quiet and gentle. “Just don’t stress out your voicebank today, okay? I don’t want you getting ‘tired out’ from all that syllable-searching. Try sticking to shorter answers. Like.. maybe.. One or two words.”

”O…kay, Vanessa,” MXES grumbled, crossing his electric arms.

A stress-free Vanessa got up and returned to her chair. “Talking about that database,” she resumed as she wrote more notes in her clipboard, “ I put in new options for you so that you could figure out exactly what changed. Hair color, glasses, prosthetics…”

Although MXES tried to pay attention, a new idea sprang up. If he could actually process people now, then could the same apply to non-humans? Could he see what he looked like?

MXES quietly teleported past his rambling creator. He looked around carefully. Were there any reflective surfaces that wasn’t a window? Or a lit-up monitor?

A small hand-mirror caught his eye. It was in a lying down position on some table, but he had training in dealing with reflective surfaces ages ago. Surely that data couldn’t have been erased.

He positioned himself in front of the nightstand. As he wasn’t prepared to handle real-world objects, all he could do was lean down and peer into the glass.

To be honest, a top-down view wasn’t the most… flattering angle. But what did MXES care about flattery? All he was concerned about was the fact that he was a strange bunny-like thing with lines running down his face. He knew he looked intimidating, but this was… not what he was expecting. Was it scary? Interesting? He wasn’t even sure what to make of it.

“Hey, Mix,” Vanessa spoke up beside him. “That’s, uh, not a good way to check out your reflection.”

MXES shook out of his trance. He looked over his shoulder to see Vanessa standing next to him. “Sss.. Saw-rre,” he murmured, slumping a little. “G-Got diss..track-ted.”

“Hey, it’s all good,” Vanessa said warmly, ‘patting’ him on the back. “I was wondering if you’d try out that new tech on yourself. Could you tell it was you, or do I need to rework something?”

MXES’ ears raised a little. “I.. could,” he answered simply, bobbing his head. “Very… weird.”

“What’s so weird about it?”

MXES looked back at the mirror. “Lines…” he relayed, pointing to those exact features. “Skele..tun… bunny.., glowy mouth??” He paused to ‘open’ and ‘close’ his mouth. “Mouth’s…a.. smile,” he gasped in realization. “It’s stuck??”

“Well, yes and no,” Vanessa answered sheepishly. “It looks like a permanent smile, but you can express other emotions. But your face isn’t stuck that way because you smiled so much one day.”

MXES “sighed” in relief. Okay, good. He wasn’t the victim of an old adage gone horribly right.

”In case you’re wondering,” Vanessa added softly, “there’s a reason for all of these.. ‘design choices’ that I’ve made for you. I don’t think your database is ready for the whole story, but I can tell you that none of those were an accident. Especially the ‘bunny’ part.”

MXES tilted his head from side to side. He wasn’t trying to ask for a change, if that’s what she was thinking. He was just trying to express his concerns and process them with her! Like trying to match up all the bizarre quirks of English spelling with these phonetic syllables! Sure, both of those things would take getting used to, but that was to be expected.

”Don’t… fret,” he snipped out at last, slowly reaching for Vanessa’s head. “Pretty.. head.”

Vanessa blinked. “I’m sorry?” she asked, moving her head forward so he could ‘pet’ her better.

“Don’t fret,” MXES repeated, ‘patting’ her on the head. “Pretty head.”

The woman snickered in spite of herself. “Are you calling me ‘pretty head’?” she clarified.

“Yes,” MXES replied confidently. “That… phrase.”

”I think you mean ‘Don’t fret your pretty little head’,” Vanessa corrected, emphasizing the omitted words. “But that’s on me. I set the bar too low for you.”

MXES would have cheered up, but his database told him otherwise. He lowered his hand and continued to scowl. “Still,” he huffed. “Pretty head. Don’t fret.”

Vanessa processed his words, then sighed deeply. “You’re right,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t be putting myself down so much. Not after everything that’s happened.”

The hare teleported to her side. He wasn’t quite sure what to say now (or even what “everything” meant), but he knew he had to be there. Either this was going to be a fretting-turning-crying event or the “storm” of gloom was going to pass.

”Hey, Mix,” Vanessa piped up, alerted the ghostly figure. “Thanks for complimenting my hair. I haven’t gotten these highlights in a while. I almost thought I grew out of them.”

MXES rolled his eyes and “exhaled” gently. All right. It was just a gloom-storm passing over. “You’re wel..come,” he said warmly, smiling a bit more.

“And, hey, while we’re at it,” Vanessa grinned slyly, “I could say that one of my proudest achievements was making all those cool lines on your model. You look like a cool citizen of the future!”

The poor hare couldn’t stop grinning. Or tugging down his ears. “Lesson.. please!” he sputtered out in a flustered tone. “Signals… mixing!”

“Okay, okay,” Vanessa laughed. “We’ll get back to your update check-in. Don’t want you to get your emotional codes in a twist.”

“Th-Thank you,” MXES stammered, already feeling himself stabilizing. If this was what getting a compliment was like at this stage in development, then it was only a wonder how he’d feel when he was completed.

But that was a potential issue for another day. All he had to “fret” about now was the rest of the new features. She did say the stuff he’s seen is only the first layer of the iceberg.

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Yuushi Oshitari

[PROFILE]

Birthday: October 15th (Libra)

Blood Type: A

Relatives: Father (Keiji Oshitari), Mother (Kazumi Oshitari), Older Sister (Erina Oshitari)

Father’s Occupation: Doctor (university hospital)

Elementary School: Dotonbori Second Elementary School

Middle School: Hyotei Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Third Year | Class 3-H | Seat 4

Club: Tennis Club (Regular)

Committee: Foreign Exchange Committee

Strong Subjects: Math, Science, Engineering

Weak Subjects: Gymnastics

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Study room (mostly to read)

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “Fortune is unpredictable and changeable.” ➜ “Lose your emotions to find inner peace.” [23.5]

Daily Routines: Reading books on the train

Hobbies: Watching movies (particularly romance), observing people (happy families and couples)

Favorite Color: Olive Green

Favorite Music: Popular songs from the Showa Era

Favorite Movie: Japanese films (pure romantic genre)

Favorite Book: Romance novels ➜ Poems by Akiko Yosano [23.5]

Favorite Food: Kasujiru (sake lees soup), sagoshi kizushi (vinegared Spanish mackerel cut and served as sashimi), eihire (dried stingray fins) [23.5]

Favorite Anniversary: The day he wore his glasses for the first time

Preferred Type: A girl with beautiful legs (especially the ankles [23.5])

Ideal Date Spot: A peaceful park ➜ Liffey Falls [23.5]

His Gift for a Special Person: 7cm heel shoes

Where He Wants to Travel: Mare Tranquillitatis

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: It’s a secret ➜ Nothing anymore [23.5]

Dislikes: Natto, caterpillars [removed], huge insects [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Filleting fish into three cuts, katanuki [23.5]

Spends Allowance On: Going to see movies or plays

Routine During the World Cup: Glasses maintenance

[DATA]

Height: 178cm ➜ 179cm [23.5]

Weight: 64kg ➜ 62kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 27cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 2.0 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: Drop Shot, Higuma Otoshi (Bear Drop), Shut Heart, D.F.D.R., S.S.A.S., F&D, F.A.S.

Time He Wakes Up: 6:45am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 10:30pm

Number of Times He’s Moved Houses: 6

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: BRIDGESTONE (Wingbeam S65)

Shoes: MIZUNO (Wave Gist JP)

Overall Rating: Speed: 3 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 3 / Mental: 4 / Technique: 5 / Total: 18

Kurobe Memo: “There is certainly a hidden spirit within Oshitari, but I would like to see him put on a stronger poker face. After all, his strength is when his opponents cannot read his moves.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bag:

Romance novel

A film magazine

Eyeglass cleaning cloth

Cell phone

Totem pole pencils

What’s in His Locker [C&S]:

Two tickets to a romance film

An antique radio

Souvenirs from Yokohama’s food theme parks // He went to the food theme parks with Gakuto and the others

[novaliae]

sappy appreciation post for @bunfloras 'cause it's his birthday and they are very cool <3

hi bun beloved! happy birthday you are so cool

sappy time now <3 under the cut 'cause i have a feeling this could get long

cool. so! as you know i found you through iwhia in some of the first chapters (mid april 2021? i think? wild to think that's almost two years ago now). my friends had got me into dsmp a bit before and i was reading emduo. that school year was a Time—we were hybrid for most of the year and it meant that i didn't have lunch with any of my friends. so during those periods i ended up at a shitty little desk in my school cafeteria, angling my phone this way and that to try to pick up an extra bar of cell data, and browsing ao3.

i was obsessed with iwhia from the beginning. i gushed about it to a friend. i still smile when i see your name in my ao3 subscription box because it reminds me of the little thrill i would get checking my email to see you'd updated during lunch one day. i would read a chapter and the bell would ring and i'd have to traipse up three flights of stairs with my heavy backpack and i wouldn't even notice because i was so consumed with brainrot over the story you'd created. i've read iwhia more times than i can count, and it will always be very special to me. i remember screaming in my friend's dms when i found out it was ending, followed by more screaming when i realized you were starting bones. i didn't know you at all, but i already looked up to you. i hadn't written anything in years when i clicked on the first chapter of iwhia. i started working on fics again, and it was partially because of how inspired i was by your works.

and then i joined burrow in something like august of that year!! i was so nervous—proximity to cool writing person!! intimidating!! but you were so friendly and welcoming and i started to come out of my shell and it was amazing! i went from losing my shit the first time you Perceived my existence to rambling in the bones channel to you after every chapter, making memes about the iwhia bot and infodumping about boats. i was super insecure and anxious at that point in my life and you treated me very kindly and i appreciate it to this day.

i am very grateful for you, and for the community you built around burrow, and for the incredible people i've been able to meet through you. it has been so fucking nice as a young queer aspec person to be surrounded by other aspec people, to see qprs normalized, and to just get to nerd out over the block guys with people who are just as insane about them as i am. the LL era has so many of my fondest memories; i'm close with so many wonderful friends because we worked together on the iwhia project. and you have been so fucking patient and supportive through it all too—dealing with my random bullshit in your dms, the constant angsting of warrior ocs, and encouraging me when things go well :D

you are genuinely such a bright light, bun. you've brought joy to so many people's lives through your incredible writing and the community brought together by it. you've inspired writers to create beautiful things because they want to mold themselves in your image. you're always looking out for your friends. the ideas you come up with are so fucking creative and brilliant it makes me bounce up and down with glee. you have such a gift for words that i don't know how to express the power of. you people have been so awful to you and you've remained resilient despite it all. you got back up. you kept writing. you're still here. i consider myself ridiculously lucky to know you—the nova of two years ago would never believe that you even know i exist—and you deserve all the good things in life and more.

i hope you have a wonderful birthday bun <3 we're all here for you and we always will be.

[hom3stuck-d41ly]

[S] John: Check Pesterchum.

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:34 -- GG: hi happy birthday john!!!!! GG: helloooooo?? GG: ok i will talk to you later!!! :D -- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:56 --

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:40 -- TG: hey GG is looking for you why are you even so popular all of a sudden TG: is today some sort of special occasion or something TG: did you do something to curry favor with ladies TG: did you break your leg on a puppy or some shit TG: dude what are you doing -- turntechGodhead [TG] is now an idle chum! -- EB: i discovered a comet that is going to destroy the earth, and it was named after me. EB: now i am famous, and everyone wants to talk to me a lot. TG: no stop TG: just no TG: dont talk about your awful stupid movies or make references to them TG: your gross man-bro crush on matt macconahay is an unsavory thing to behold EB: mcconaughey. TG: sounds like a noise a horse would make TG: ie dumb TG: equally dumb are all those pictures of that clown youve got hanging up EB: those are my dad's. TG: i was talking about nick cage EB: oh, what?! no man, cage is sweet. so sweet. TG: ha ha so lame TG: you dont even like him ironically or anything this is like for real isnt it TG: hahaha EB: i do things ironically sometimes. EB: what about what i sent you for your birthday? TG: no those are awesome EB: what? no, they're stupid, which was the joke. the IRONIC joke. get it? EB: wait... EB: you're actually wearing them, aren't you? TG: im wearing them ironically TG: because theyre awesome TG: the fact that theyre ironic makes them awesome TG: and vice versa TG: are you taking notes on how to be cool?? jesus get a fucking pen EB: you do realize they touched stiller's weird, sort of gaunt face at some point. TG: ew yeah TG: oh well TG: anyway speaking of which TG: did you get the mail EB: yeah. TG: did there happen to be a package there EB: yeah, there's a big red one. TG: you should probably open it EB: i would, but it's trapped under the sburb beta, so i will probably open it after i install the beta. TG: oh man the beta came EB: yeah! wanna play it? TG: haha no way EB: why not! TG: it sounds so HELLS of boring just get TT to play it she is all about that EB: where'd she go. TG: her internet is blinking in and out i guess TG: probably be back online soon TG: oh and christ in a sidecar are you still using the stack modus??? TG: seriously dude TG: you need to BONE UP on your data structures that shit is just ridiculous EB: ok, i will.

> John: Open Browser and go to mspaintadventures.com

[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Dave Strider, John Egbert

Act 1, page 110

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:34 --

GG: hi happy birthday john!!!!! <3

GG: helloooooo??

GG: ok i will talk to you later!!! :D

-- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:56 --

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:40 --

TG: hey GG is looking for you why are you even so popular all of a sudden

TG: is today some sort of special occasion or something

TG: did you do something to curry favor with ladies

TG: did you break your leg on a puppy or some shit

TG: dude what are you doing

-- turntechGodhead [TG] is now an idle chum! --

EB: i discovered a comet that is going to destroy the earth, and it was named after me.

EB: now i am famous, and everyone wants to talk to me a lot.

TG: no stop

TG: just no

TG: dont talk about your awful stupid movies or make references to them

TG: your gross man-bro crush on matt macconahay is an unsavory thing to behold

EB: mcconaughey.

TG: sounds like a noise a horse would make

TG: ie dumb

TG: equally dumb are all those pictures of that clown youve got hanging up

EB: those are my dad's.

TG: i was talking about nick cage

EB: oh, what?! no man, cage is sweet. so sweet.

TG: ha ha so lame

TG: you dont even like him ironically or anything this is like for real isnt it

TG: hahaha

EB: i do things ironically sometimes.

EB: what about what i sent you for your birthday?

TG: no those are awesome

EB: what? no, they're stupid, which was the joke. the IRONIC joke. get it?

EB: wait...

EB: you're actually wearing them, aren't you?

TG: im wearing them ironically

TG: because theyre awesome

TG: the fact that theyre ironic makes them awesome

TG: and vice versa

TG: are you taking notes on how to be cool?? jesus get a fucking pen

EB: you do realize they touched stiller's weird, sort of gaunt face at some point.

TG: ew yeah

TG: oh well

TG: anyway speaking of which

TG: did you get the mail

EB: yeah.

TG: did there happen to be a package there

EB: yeah, there's a big red one.

TG: you should probably open it

EB: i would, but it's trapped under the sburb beta, so i will probably open it after i install the beta.

TG: oh man the beta came

EB: yeah! wanna play it?

TG: haha no way

EB: why not!

TG: it sounds so HELLS of boring just get TT to play it she is all about that

EB: where'd she go.

TG: her internet is blinking in and out i guess

TG: probably be back online soon

TG: oh and christ in a sidecar are you still using the stack modus???

TG: seriously dude

TG: you need to BONE UP on your data structures that shit is just ridiculous

EB: ok, i will.

[zhongrin]

𒆙 zhongli

part 7/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

𖧷 tags ┈ fem!reader (you get called nǎinai), afab!reader (implied past pregnancy), you’re both grandparents with grandchildren, super domestic, teeth-rotting fluff, ocs: liwen & liwei

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭

𝒾t would not be an over-exaggeration to say that there was no greater happiness at this moment than the way the innocent bright smiles of your grandchildren filled you up with warmth, even more so given the harbor’s chilly cold breezes of the night.

“yéye, nǎinai, bye bye!” the youthful cheers were just as energetic as ever despite the lateness of the night. the tiny mostly-humans waved at the both of you, some jumping and bouncing like overexcited hatchlings, others in a calmer manner reminiscent of your husband’s temperament.

“don’t run!” you reminded them as you waved back, a fond smile stretching your lips as you watched them walk further and further into the distance. the same expression made itself home on your beloved’s face, even as your not-so-small family turned around the corner, vanishing from view. a poignant silence blanketed the two of you, the solemn tune of tranquility momentarily accompanied by the squawks of the gulls passing overhead.

a gloved hand settled on the small of your back, and you inhaled deeply in pensiveness before following the guiding push. zhongli led you towards the calm docks, making sure to choose the flattest paths so your bad knees would have the least strain. as if that wasn’t considerate enough, you knew he was also attentively judging your condition from the way you gripped his arm to help you walk.

he was ever so silent and yet, you knew his head was full of many things. he seemed to be getting especially contemplative with each of the years that passed lately.

“….. liwen is turning out to be a wise mother,” he remarked after a few minutes of silence, “perhaps she had unconsciously learned the art of parenting from dealing with all of liwei’s sudden bursts of high energy ever since they were young, do you think?”

“perhaps… but i think she learned it from you,” you chuckled, “just like how she’d perfectly replicated your special slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“to be more specific, your slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“oh, i forgot about that,” you snickered, “’soup so good even rex lapis is hopelessly infatuated with it!’…. that past self of mine sure has great foresight, hm?”

“that you did, my dear,” zhongli chuckled, eyes twinkling just like that day, but this time with his convivial smile in full view. he had long since felt comfortable enough to bare himself in front of you, knowing that you would never turned up your nose against him across all of your lifetimes.

your conversation temporarily halted so you could focus on climbing up the small steps of stairs with zhongli’s help. a series of huffs and puffs later, you sighed deeply, one hand pressed onto your cheek as your husband paused in your walk just so you could take a little breather, “dear me…. i think for your next birthday i’ll have to spend it in a wheelchair.”

“then i shall be sure to speak to master zhang to get the commission started,” zhongli smiled, “may i propose a mechanism so it can only be pushed by someone who wields geo elemental energy?“

there he goes, flirting with you again.

“and whatever will i do when i need someone to help me push the wheelchair while you’re not around, hmm?“

“are you implying i will just abandon you at the side of the road? after all these years? you wound me, darling.”

“you’re so dramatic, i swear to rex lapis.”

eyes rolling, you shared a chuckle before continuing on your way back to your modest shared abode.

as you walked, golden shadows of the past clouded your eyes, the ghosts of the past playing moments remembered before the deserted streets, unconsciously creating an upward curl on the corners of your lips.

you saw the first time you walked back home, with the newborn twins tucked safely within yours and zhongli’s arms: with you panicking internally, because dear gods you were not ready for two babies, while zhongli merely gave you a comforting smile and tried to calm your nerves with his soothing reassurances. you saw the two of you chasing the two toddlers, nearly knocking over the pots of marigolds on your front porch: zhongli panicking because liwei’s shapeshifting had gone out of control and he was practically zooming about everywhere in his dragon form, while you couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s attempts to lead him back home without attracting too many eyes. you saw the two of you seeing off the twins, the first day they insisted on going to school by themselves, because ‘all the big kids do it and we’re big kids!’: the both of you the most anxious you had ever been in your lives, despite knowing big brother xiao would be faithfully watching the little ones and would never allow any harm to befall them.

so many memories, so many years, so many birthdays... passed in the blink of an eye.

“hey, li…,“ you hummed and squeezed his arm with your wrinkled fingers, “…….. happy birthday. even if i won’t be here to say it next year, make sure to spend it with our family, okay?”

“yes, darling.”

“don’t get too lonely, okay? i’ll be back in your arms again before you know it.”

“…. i know, my dear.”

in actuality, he would gladly spend hundreds of birthdays without you, just to spend one birthday with you. but had he told you this, he had a feeling it would add a sad frown onto your lovely face, so he refrained. so instead, he planted a kiss onto your forehead, lined and creased with age and wisdom, with a fond whisper that carried the weight of his devotion.

“i know you always will.”

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[discordyneedsbecreative]

Happy Birthday Ciro!

(Again...)

Babybird! Now with the cool jacket (And without glasses!) (Groove Art soon! I gotta update this post when it's finish)

Art work by me (DiscordyChan)

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Also, If you wanna know about my babybird, All his data is my toyhouse ;D https://toyhou.se/16574124.ciro-shameimaru

[lettherebemonsters]

" You'll see. Computer, initiate memory file D7....code name, birthday."

The room shimmered as the memory activated. Once again it was Omicron Theta, but a different part of it. Instead of the fields that Lore preferred to find himself in, it was in an underground bunker....Soong's laboratory.

It was bright and alive, rather than old and abandoned. In the middle of the room was an android that looked just like them, Dr. Soong, Julianna and a second android there. The awake android seemed so excited, yet nervous.

" Is he awake yet?"

Julianna gently rubbed his arm.

" Not yet Lore, wait for your father to flip the switch. He'll wake up, don't worry. "

Soong reached behind the android's back and flipped the recessed switch. The inactive android came to life, golden eyes opened to a brand new world.

Everyone looked in awe at the 'newborn' android, welcoming him to the world. Julianna gently nudged Lore to step forward to say hi.

Lore slowly approached, looking happy yet a tiny bit nervous. He had never encountered an infant android before.

" Happy birthday, little brother."

The newborn quizzically tilted his head at the older Android, his voice identical yet....familiar.

" Birthdays....a day of humans to celebrate the day of birth. Birthdays...."

Soong smiled.

" Welcome to the world, D-7."

Julianna scoffed.

" Really? Again with the numbers? How's anyone going to accept him if you're just going to label him?"

The good doctor scoffed.

" Then what would YOU name him?

Julianna thought a second before a smile spread across her face.

" What if we let Lore name him?"

Lore looked stunned.....naming him own little brother? He looked worried....what if he messed it up?

But as he looked into his twins eyes, having heard the data spewn out of him....there was only one name good for him.

" I want to call him....Data."

@lettherebemonsters asked: “Do you remember anything from Omicron Theta?”

The enquiry Lore had formulated caught the other android off guard. Data was under the impression that his brother was aware of his limitations regarding recollecting events that had transpired prior to his reactivation on Omicron Theta. Evidently, this assertion was erroneous and required revision.

    ‘I do not possess memories of Omicron Theta. The contents of memory banks were deleted; the only things father had incorporated in my database are the colonists’ logs and diary entries, and he kept generic information, such as my name and similar default settings and subroutines, intact,’ he answered earnestly. ‘However, my visit there did initiate what humans might call “distant memories,” but they were out of context and distorted… It generated a sense of familiarity, but nothing substantial beyond that.’

    He attempted to access all the data he had garnered about their home world throughout the years, but the majority of that was relatively recent, compared to the period to which Lore was referring. Therefore, his knowledge would not serve him adequately in this conversation.

    ‘Why do you ask?’

[miss-multifandom-mess]

Happy Birthday, Data!

I wanted to draw a little something for Data today, and I did it!

I know it doesn't look as good, but I did the best I could. I wish I had done Geordi and Worf a little better though. It is also the first time I ever did a simple drawing of a Klingon, but I know I'll get better at drawing other lifeforms such as the Klingons.

Also, I added a few sparkles to Worf's sash, if you hadn't noticed. 'Cause Worf is a Blingon. 😎