#happy birthday freak

[krinklefry87]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE

[solcarow]

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[teethss]

an akechi day (one of many) to those who celebrate

[eldritch-noises]

genetically engineered to make me crazy

[cendrilloncd]

they should add fubuki to duel links because it’s his birthday

[rosyronkey]

everywhere i go i see her face

[radioroxx]

something something birthday candles are used for wishes. my sister gave me the idea

happy birthday to you as well you wretched beast

[la-venz-a]

love this little freak

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[pigeoncowboys]

i received word today is armand's made up birthday

[gooptroupe]

birthday family reunion

click for better quality, sketch + closeups under cut

btw the recipe techno used is one nikki gave him ((he messed it up horrendously) they still eat it tho)

[taffycatart]

Ocelot wip for his 80th birthday 🎂

[minkkinii]

Little freaks day

[800db-cloud]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE CARVING ARTIST !!!

if you really think about it, it's technically cakehole's birthday too 🥳

[v10l3tz-thmblr]

!!!! HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY @tsiot !!! You are a big inspiration and one of the many Espilver artists that practically pushed me to make more content for them. So YOU DESERVE THIS GIFT!! ENJOY YOUR DAY AND HAVE A WONDERFUL ONE 💜💜‼️

[hurlingdown]

hi hi! I was wondering, since you're one of my favorite writers, could u plzzz do little fic with law giving himself as a present to m!reader for his birthday?

(its my bday, dk if u care tho lol)

imagine having trafalgar law on your lap, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, letting out small breathy moans as he works himself up and down your cock. 

it’s your birthday, and you’ve just returned to your room, but he had insisted on doing this, saying that it was all part of his gift to you. you were beginning to think that mind-blowing sex was the present he had prepared—not that you were complaining. 

it’s not until he’s shuddering and gasping, a moment away from tipping over the edge, gazing at you with so much love and want that you almost forget to breathe, that he shakily conjures a Room. 

“Mes,” he whispers, and cuts out his heart for you. 

you see it then: carved into red, pumping muscle, in neat black ink, is your name. 

you tremble, pulling him in for a kiss, hands shaky as you gently grasp your present, tracing every artery, feeling every pulse. all of it, permanently yours. 

“happy birthday,” he gasps against your lips, coming apart, and if you hadn’t realised, you know it for sure now: falling in love with trafalgar law is anything but fleeting. it is a strange sort of dance, sweet and saccharine at times, and in others, crowded with great tides of an inexplicable yearning to own and possess, heavy and intimate and soulful. 

law knows this very well, and you do too: because at the end of the day, what’s his is yours.