#happy early birthday to my good pal

[vaguely-lavender-er]

This ending… it kinda left my heart shattered I won’t lie

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's the 23rd... you know what that means...

Happy Ash Day!

[triannel]

HI!!! I adore how you write bill, an my own birthday is tomorrow an im ✨Terrified✨✨,, n was wondering ifff. You could do a sorta angst-fluff where its the readers birthday, but every single one of his birthdays has been awful. And like, now that bills here with the reader he feels like maybe he wont have to Just survive his birthday? That even with his god awful family, it might be ok. Like yeah the meds help, but it doesnt fix anything if the people youre with are why youre fucked yknow? IDK and maybe bill decides to take it upon himself to remove the readers family😋 cant be a neglected middle child w all the responsibilities of the eldest if youre an orphan/J AN I DONT MIND HOW CLOSE YOU STAY TO THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING ANYWAYS!!

(,,,o n also the reader maybe be a grungey scene kid kinda guy? Lots of piercings, an is more feminine than his parents think he should be, especially as a trans guy, So thats smth. Love bones n bugs and shinies an is like if a dog n crow were a guy,, n supr srry if this is a bad req!! Im jus excited cus i love bill, and im also stressy out cus of my burthdayy >_<“) SO NO PRESSURE TO RESPOND ESPECIALLY IF THIS IS TOO LONG OR ANYTHIMG!!!/gen

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Hello and Happy Birthday 🌙 anon! I've managed to whip this up and I hope it gives you at least some sort of comfort for today. I really do hope you're situation gets better soon, take care of yourself and have a great day! (Also, don't worry, I never really do mind long asks.)

BirthDate

Oneshot | Bill Cipher x Reader | Fluff/Comfort?

Warnings: Mention of Death, Implied Abuse, Implied Trauma, Implied Bad Birthdays, Bill Cipher lol

Quickly stepping upstairs, you lock yourself in your bedroom, blocking all the noise emenating from downstairs. Exhaling, you drop to your bed, letting yourself relax into comfort of the soft mattress and fluffy pillows.

Only needing rest by this point, you close your eyes. Wanting nothing more than to leave this place behind.

"WHOA, DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE YOU SO EARLY!" A voice suddenly spoke, booming loudly for you to hear.

Ah yes, there he is. You can't exactly say he's your best pal, but right this moment, you truly do feel more at ease with him than being back there.

"It's honestly been a long day so..." You shrugged for a moment before continuing, "Does it bother you?" You ask, giving a lighthearted smile.

"NOT AT ALL, I WOULDN'T BLAME ANYONE BY WANTING TO MEET YOURS TRULY," he spoke, blinking slowly in a dramatic way to show off his 'impressive looks'.

You chuckle slightly, shaking your head, "I mean, I don't think I'm exactly the one to choose to be here..." speaking your thought aloud just to perhaps tease him a little as you glance at him for a moment before slightly chuckling once more.

You never really did know how you even get to meet him to be honest, he somewhat always manages to show up in your dreams, so overtime you guessed that he might be the one approaching you...That, or it might be because of something else entirely.

For a moment, you thought you saw him become nervous for a second, but maybe it didn't happen at all as you only saw it for less than a second.

"WELL, JUST WANTED TO CHECK HOW YOU'RE DEALING WITH KNOWING YOU'RE ONE YEAR CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH," he flatly said, in a weird, eerie way. He always did love being weird so this type of behaviour wouldn't be uncommon by this point.

"Right... Well, what's the agenda for this time then? Or are you busy?" You ask, avoiding your 'birthday' in question. You'd much rather not talk about your birthday at all to be honest. Not a single one ever went well...

Adjusting his bowtie, he started to speak, "WELL..."

Snapping his fingers, your surroundings completely change.

The rest of your 'dream' went on a relatively good note. Having a cup of tea, playing chess, you both did the usual activities you both would do when meeting in your subconscious mind. But the only thing is that, he seemed to be more...well a bit more charming and noticeably, but only slightly more open to your suggestions on what else to spend time on.

He'd usually take the wheel and drag you through any activity he wants, but this time though, this time he was a bit more...considerate.

Now playing a board game with him, you take the dice and roll it. Getting one, Bill chuckles slightly at your misfortune for a second before taking the dice from you.

He might be treating you like this because it's your birthday, but you'd doubt it... Well at least for now-

"EY, IT'S YOUR TURN TOOTS," he snapped his finger a few times in front of your face.

Chuckling, you mutter an apology before taking the dice. Rolling it in your hands, you then let it go. As the dice lands on the floor, it lands on a six, letting you be the winner for the match.

"Yess, I won!" You raise your arms, smiling back at him.

"CHECK AGAIN." Bill spoke, pointing at your piece. Looking down at the board, you see a newly added tile in front of your piece, moving the finish line out of reach. You raise your eyebrow, giving him the side eye.

"WHAT? I DON'T MAKE THE RULES," he raised his shoulders, smiling mischievously with his eye.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at his silly banter while giving him the dice for his turn.

It's unexpected but, this dorito triangle man truly has made a significance on making your birthday much more bearable. Be it his choice to do it or not, you're honestly just glad to at least have some semblance of joy sprout on this day.

I haven't been able to post for a week because unfortunately I became rlly busy at the moment and it isn't helping that I do tend to procrastinate at times. I'll post more regularly later, but for now at least, I'll post this here. Once again, happy birthday 🌙 anon!

[cumikering]

Possessive best friend Soap x reader 2

2.1k | fluff, violence How you met Soap (Part 1) (Part 3)

You and Johnny went to the same secondary school in a small town in Northern Scotland. You grew up watching the group of boys at the canteen, garish with their jokes and booming laughter, the one with the mohawk the most prominent.

In sixth year, you shared the same class and finally got to know his name – John Mactavish, or Johnny for short. Like the typical teenager, he was boisterous with his pals, often getting chalks chucked at him by yelling teachers when his pranks interrupted classes.

You, on the other hand, were quiet and studious. For your 16th birthday, in an attempt to make more friends, your mum coerced you into baking something for the class. You did so begrudgingly with your minimal baking skills, showing up the next day at school with two huge Tupperwares.

“Oi, are those brownies?” a voice called as you took your seat. It was Johnny, nodding at the Tupperwares on your table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, taken aback that he was talking to you.

He hopped off the table and approached you with a grin. “May I please have some?” He couldn’t contain his excitement - he loved brownies.

“Sure,” you said, avoiding his piercing blue eyes. “I’m sharing them with everyone actually. It’s um- my birthday.”

“Oh, is it? Happy birthday to you!” He took the seat in front of you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, cracking open a Tupperware.

The delicious smell hit him right in the face and he didn’t waste another second before grabbing a piece. He groaned as he savoured the first bite.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, it’s pure dead brilliant,” he declared with wide eyes.

You laughed at his eagerness, only now looking up to meet his eyes.

“Can I please have more?” he deadpanned.

You nodded.

“Thank you!” he took another piece. “Oi, everyone! It’s my pal’s birthday. Come wish ‘em and get some mad brownies!”

Your gazes locked for a moment longer before your classmates gathered with their wishes. He gave you a playful smile, the smile you eventually came to discover was almost a permanent embellishment on his face.

Johnny had noticed you early into the school year. You were one of the few who always listened to teachers during lessons and only spoke when you were spoken to. Not his favourite kind of student to befriend if he was honest, but he was glad to have assisted you that day. Your grateful smile was all the reward he needed.

He started talking to you after that. With his signature grin, he pestered you about baking more for him, sometimes asked you to join his table during recess. You started smiling more and made good friends for yourself too. You flourished that year, finally coming out of your shell.

Joining Special Forces was all Johnny could talk about ever since befriending you, including his (silly) failed attempts to join by lying about his age. When the SAS finally accepted him at 18, as he’d generously shouted from your porch one afternoon, he kicked the door of your room open with the biggest smile. Despite the twist in your stomach, you couldn’t be prouder of him.

In the sea of recruits, Johnny stood out even without his mohawk. He had grown taller and much buffer, also successfully grew a decent stubble the past year (even that he had to shave it all off). He looked dashing in his snug, creaseless uniform.

John Mactavish was a boy no more.

Sending him off was bittersweet. He was stepping off into a completely different world, leaving you behind. When he pulled you into a tight embrace, you wished him the best with your entire heart, accepting it as the end of your friendship.

Johnny didn’t think the same at all. While his friends came and go, you were the one who stood the test of time and remained in his life throughout the years. He always found the time to send you letters and silly doodles torn off his journal – you kept them all in a shoebox under your bed. In return, you sent him care packages filled with your baked goods and Irn Bru, his favourite fizzy.

It was hard not to fall for you when you were always there for him every step of the way, watching each other grow up. You were his home away from home. The few times a year he did visit, his attraction towards only strengthen with each passing minute.

After you graduated uni, you thought you were crazy when you moved to Hereford where his base was. Sure, it was a bigger city with better opportunities, but there were other cities to move to. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore - you wanted to be closer to him. Johnny was thrilled to bits the news, taking you everywhere he knew, making sure you settled right in.

One evening as you headed to one of his favourite pubs, a police officer shot an unsavoury comment about you as you passed his patrol car. You shrugged it off, not wanting to cause a scene despite pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. It didn’t go unnoticed by Johnny who picked up his pace to the pub before slipping away as you looked through the menu.

“Oi, you!” he challenged when he rounded the corner, his growl rumbling through the street as he stalked towards the officer.

He jumped, straightening up from the side of his car before turning to the voice.

He got right up to the taller man’s face. “Aye, you. Get tae fuck!”

One step back and his fist made contact with the officer’s face. He thudded onto the bonnet of his sedan.

Johnny blinked at the limp body, not expecting him to get knocked out cold from a singular punch. Before he slid off onto the ground, he grabbed him by the collar and chucked him into the backseat of his own vehicle.

His mindless stunt didn’t come with no consequences. He almost got disciplinary action, but was lucky the officer didn’t press charges due to embarrassment. You were none the wiser, thinking he simply went to the loo because he came back minutes after with an easy smile.

Months went by and despite spending a lot of time together, you started to lose hope of Johnny seeing you romantically. If any, resentment ripened in you from how oblivious he was. Inspired by some of your co-workers’ success, you tried online dating instead in hopes of finding someone who would return your feelings.

The first time Johnny heard the series of Tinder pings off your phone, his brows furrowed. He looked up from his journal to you giggling at your phone.

“Wha’ the fuck was that?”

“Hmm?” You hummed as your typing continued.

“Who are ye talking to?” he pressed on.

You were too distracted to notice the edge in his voice. “Oh, it’s a bloke from Tinder,” you chirped, still not looking up from the screen.

“Tinder?” He scoffed. “Since when did you get that desperate?”

Your smiled dropped. The remark hit too close to home. You weren’t desperate; you felt like a fool for waiting around for someone so long. When you finally looked up, he was back on his journal, his unsmiling face resting on his hand.

Trust Johnny to make insensitive comments and take jokes too far, and of course, trust him to be the fucking idiot who would be blind to his sins. You didn’t have the energy to explain yourself to someone who didn’t want to listen, so you let him be. And that was how the crack sneaked up between the two of you. The quieter you remained, the more he pestered you, which in turn made you withdraw more.

Knowing how much fun you had on these dates, even when none were fruitful, prodded the back of his mind. Johnny didn’t like it one bit when you spent weekends with anyone else but him, feeling replaced by these vague men he knew couldn’t compare to him. It only took one good date for some man to take you away.

But by God, John Mactavish was a fucking idiot with unchecked anger and a crippling fear of rejection who didn’t know how to articulate his feelings. So of course he started demanding you to tell him who you were meeting and where. For safety purposes, he said. He was right though: you’ve heard of the horror stories of dates gone wrong. You told him if he was in town, and your other friends if he wasn’t.

One day, you saw someone one too many times for his jealousy to spark again. He wasn’t supposed to stick his nose up in your business, but it was too easy despite the modest information you gave him. A trip to the tech department later, the poor bloke’s life record was at his disposal within a few minutes. It turned out the man in question was a petty scammer who sported multiple fake names in his swindling endeavour.

Johnny smirked at the discovery. “Jack-fuckin-pot.”

In the middle of your next date, Johnny waltzed into the pub.

“Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, hi.” You eyed him sideways. He knew you’d be there. “Ah, Nathan, this is my friend, Johnny.”

He nodded at your date who offered a hand instead. His smile was too smug for Johnny’s liking, so he grabbed his hand far firmer than necessary - the near invisible wince satisfied him.

“Nice to meet ya, pal. Please don’t mind me. I’m waiting for a friend.” He plopped down next to you.

Nathan didn’t miss a beat. “If I’m honest, I’d rather not be interrupted on my date.”

It seemed like Johnny struck a nerve with the handshake. He wanted to bark out a laugh, but mustered an innocent smile instead. Keep going…

“Terribly sorry, mate, but he should be here soon. Hope you don’t mind.” He turned to you. “Remember Theo, the coppa? He just got a lead on a local scammer.”

You chuckled. “That seems like sensitive information. Don’t think you should be telling me.”

“Yeah, no, but I feel you need to know since the guy’s operates on Tinder.”

“Sorry, mate, I do mind. Would appreciate it if you could just find your own table,” Nathan interjected, the smile gone.

“Assertive lad, I respect that.” He nodded, pushing himself off his seat. “Sorry to bother. Guess I’ll just meet him elsewhere then.” He looked at Nathan dead in the eye. “Anyway, the bastard’s called Randy Wilson, so if you ever catch him, run the other way.”

He caught the twitch of the bloke’s eye.

Johnny left out the front door and rounded the place, leaning against the wall opposite the back door. Within 10 minutes, exactly like he’d predicted, the door swung open.

“Oi, Nathan!” He uncrossed his arms, stomping towards your date with a smirk. “Any chance you know where I can find Randy fuckin’ Wilson? He owes me two dozen broken ribs.”

The asshole couldn’t hide his terror at the sight of the hulking Scot, smugness long gone as he held his arms up to no avail.

“Ugh, saw the bloke out the back door.” Johnny grimaced as he pulled out the seat in front of you.

“Not surprised,” you replied dryly. “Seems like you really peeved him. A muppet for leaving me to pay for his drinks though.”

Johnny paid for the bastard’s part of the tab before walking you home.

“Oh, Johnny? You’re not meeting fucking Theo, are you? He lives on the other end of the city.” You gave him the side eye, an amused smile on your lips. “I know you were dead bored and just love to annoy me.”

He turned to you with a shit eating grin.

“Can’t be mad at you though.” You huffed. “Guess Nathan is the jealous, alpha male kind of guy after all. He’s hot and he knows it. Probably controlling if we ever get serious. Wouldn’t have known if you didn’t show.” You shrugged. “Oh well, guess I dodged a bullet. But you’re not crashing any of my dates anymore, okay?” You poked the middle of his chest.

Little did you know, Johnny started looking into every guy you were seeing ever since – Randy was too much of a close call. Thankfully, he never had to intervene because no one lasted more than two dates, but most importantly no one was dodgy.

Except for one other bastard.

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[lowkeyrobin]

Oneshot where reader is Stevie's Older sibling and it gets angsty cause of the car crash and Stevie fucking DIES which then leads to reader basically lashing out on both their mom and beother and then blames fuckshit and is basically screaming because stevie was basically their child and is just crying over Stevie's body🧍(I made this too angsty for no reason...)

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you're crazy for this wth. ; listen to is it really you by loathe for this one ; also happy birthday to me!!! I'm 16 now 😔🙏

STEVIE ; is it really you?

summary ; in the crash, your little brother stevie is killed

warnings ; language, sexual jokes/innuendos, car crash, death, fighting

disclaimers ; no romance/all platonic, no established relationship other than siblingship between reader and stevie ; reader and stevie have different fathers obviously so you can look whatever you want to look like

track ; is it really you?, loathe

word count ; 2.6k

masterlist

"C'mon, c'mon! You can do it!"

"Oh my God, I did it!"

"You fucking did it!"

"I did it!"

Stevie runs to you, pummeling you into a hug. You spin him around, his feet of the ground as he laughs and smiles.

"You did it! I told you that you could!"

"I did it!"

He was able to figure out how to balance himself on his hand-me-down boogie board from Ian. He'd been practicing on the side of the road basically all night, trying to figure out how to ride it and not fall off within five seconds.

He looks up at you, a smile painting his face. His bare chest is sweaty, his little prepubescent body heaving as he begs his lungs for air. He hugs you again, burying his face in your chest, as he's much smaller than you.

"Thank you" He mumbles

"For what?" You ask, an eyebrow raised in confusion as you pat his back, just under his left shoulder blade. "You're the one who did it"

"For believing in me, and taking care of me" He answers, looking up at you again. "Love you"

"Love you too, kiddo"

"Ew, don't call me that" He chuckles.

"Sorry, I un-hipped myself. I'm not a cool kid anymore." You dramatically sigh, throwing your hands up in defense.

"You're so weird"

"Don't say that to the one who feeds and clothes you, little man"

"Don't be such a dick, Ian" You grumble, pouring some milk into your bowl of cereal. "We all know it was you"

"Shut the fuck up!" He whisper-shouts, like your mother would ever believe his word over yours or your youngest brother's. "Who eats cereal for dinner at nine?"

"Me, because I have a job, Ian. You should invest in one. Use your time wisely." You reply, an attitude lacing your each and every word.

"Shut the fuck u-"

"I'm paying for that dumbass field trip, pal. Close your mouth." You sternly speak, getting him to effectively shut up.

Your mother turns back to him and sends Stevie into the kitchen with you. You can hear her quietly scolding and grounding him, which he tries to fight and continue blaming Stevie to no avail.

You give the little boy a smile, "How's your day?"

"Good." He smiles, "I met these guys at the skate shop on fifth. I didn't skate or anything, but I think they like me."

"Awe, that's good, Stevie." You lightly smile, holding the milk up in a questionable form with a look on your face, silently asking if he wanted any. "Did I tell you about that chick Angela that I work with?"

He nods to the cereal, then shakes his head to the question.

"Oh my God, okay, so there's this kid... ugh.." You reach up in the cabinet for another bowl while he sits down at the table. "I dunno his name, but she's got some crush on him and will never shut up about it. Like, I'm not your friend, you probably would've bullied me if I was your age"

"Wasn't she the girl who stole your lunch?" Stevie asks.

"Yes! And I'm still mad about it"

You serve Stevie his cereal and head to bed once you're done, having been exhausted by your day at work, plus you had to get up early for a double.

You're awoken from your slumber around 11:30, hearing some sort of grunting across the hall. These walls were paper thin. You were praying it wasn't your mom in her room with some random man again. But these didn't sound like pleasurable sounds, they sounded painful.

You slowly raise your head from your pillow, confusion hitting you like a brick at this hour. The next grunt is louder, leading your suspicion that the sound was coming from your mom's room to be false. You stand up, walk out into the hall, and determine the location of the sound was in Stevie's room.

"You better not be jerking it this loudly, dude," you think, slowly and quietly placing your hand on the doorknob.

You push the door open and look over at Stevie's bed, a mattress on the floor. You see Ian over Stevie, repetitively punching him in the stomach.

"What the fuck?" You exclaim, "Ian! Get the fuck off of him!"

You rush to the youngest boy's aid, pulling the older boy off of him. Ian fights back, the both of you tussling in the middle of the bedroom. He yells in pain as you punch him in the nose, and Stevie runs up to try and separate you two. Your mother then runs in, probably having been awoken by your shouting.

She pulls you away from Ian and you see Stevie fall back onto his bed, clearly scared.

"What in the hell is going on in here?!"

"Mom, calm down-"

"I'm not calming down! Your brother is being given drugs by a group of older boys, probably your age!" She yells, her hand tightly gripping around Stevie's wrist.

"Mom, I'll go down there myself, you're gonna be late"

"No, you're not! You do everything to keep him out of facing the consequences of his actions. He's not going back there again!" She exclaims, pulling him toward the door.

"Make her listen to you" You whisper to him.

You watch the front door slam shut, leaving you and Ian alone in the home. You walk back to your room and grab your keys and wallet, preparing to go to work.

You look out the window, seeing your mom pulling out of the driveway, Stevie in the passengers seat with the most miserable look on his face.

"Christ, Stevie"

He didn't come home that night, but you wouldn't have known since you were working the graveyard shift. Even the next day, you hadn't heard from him at all. You just hoped that he was out skating with his friends, and making good decisions.

You had the day off, thank God. You decided to make dinner before any of the three came home from work or hanging out with friends. By five, you passed out on the couch thanks to the night shift and your exhaustion, plus the melatonin you'd taken to stay asleep.

At one in the morning, you're ripped from your sleep as the phone rings. You groan as it rings again, and stand up to answer whoever oh-so-desperately needed you at this God forsaken hour.

You pick up the phone and hold it to your ear, the sleep inside your brain about to consume you "Suljic residence"

"Hello, is this... Dabney Suljic?"

"Uh, no. This is her eldest kid, I can leave a message?"

"We'd prefer if you or she could come down to the hospital. You can get a hold of your mother here, Stevie was in an accident with some friends. We need papers signed by a legal adult and/or guardian"

Your eyes widen, your brain immediately waking up. 'What? Holy shit, is he okay?"

The man urges you to get down to the hospital, which you do after shoving shoes onto your feet and grabbing a jacket. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, an hour that you could be missing of your little brother's last breathes. You just wanted him to be okay, even if he was hooked up to machines forcing him to breathe and for his heart to keep pumping just a little longer.

You quickly speed through the automatic doors of the building and run to the reception desk, asking where he is and what happened. Apparently, the boys he'd been telling you about had been giving him drugs and alcohol, and the driver, at least, was driving under the influence, and the car flipped.

Now, your brother was living off of life support.

You weren't able to see him, and had to sit in the waiting room. You used every single quarter you had in your car to urgently call your mom, calling around at all her jobs, the home phone, the bar, even. With no answer after ringing the home phone again, and with no quarters left, you sit down, your leg bouncing like crazy.

Your head rests in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your brother, basically your own son, was laying in the ER, and you had no idea of the extent to his injuries.

You watch the other boys, his friends, you guessed, walk out of the elevator, and come down to the waiting room. You sit next to the payphone and hope for any call to ring at the front desk, hoping it was your mom, or even Ian for all you cared.

The group of boys sit a little ways away from you, scratches and bruises littering their bodies. You walk back out to your car and scrape a few quarters from your middle console and rush back in, dialing the home phone again.

No answer.

408-299-2929

Finally, a fucking answer.

"Mom? Ian?"

"It's Mom, are you okay, Y/n?" Your mom asks.

"Did you not hear me call the phone fourteen fucking times?" You ask, "Fuck, Stevie is in the hospital. Get down here ASAP, please"

You hang the phone up and sit back down, leaving the spare quarters on top of the machine for others to use. You notice the boys all looking at you, considering your little outburst.

"Sorry," you mumble to them, leaning back in the plastic seat, eyes still on the floor.

"What do you mean he's dead?"

"He's gone, Y/n" Your mother speaks to you, tears falling down her cheeks.

Ian rushes out of the room, headed toward the bathroom, hopefully to have some empathy for once.

You look back at Stevie, laying lifeless in the hospital bed. He looks so peaceful, even with tubes running down his throat and wires stuck to his chest. His chest isn't rising slowly anymore like he was just asleep, he was just... there.

Dabney steps out of the way, as you'd been asleep when he flatlined, due to your exhaustion and overwhelming anxiety. You slowly stagger into the room, having it all to yourself.

The boys outside watch as you step in, shame and disappointment painting their eyes. The curly haired blonde is obviously the most shameful, being in himself for causing this. He'd hurt not only Stevie but Dabney, Ian, and you as well.

You stand next to the little boy's bed, and take a long look at his lifeless body. A hand runs through his fluffy brown hair, which circles down to rest behind his ear and on his jawline.

Tears fall from your eyes as you lean down, your other hand resting under his jaw.

What kind of last words were "make her listen to you"? He deserved better, especially from you.

"I love you, Stevie. I'm so proud of you. I'm-" You choke on your sobs, "I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna miss you coming home and telling me all about your day, and going to the fair with you, and buying you snacks at the gas station"

He doesn't answer, his body becoming colder and much more pale over time.

"I'm never going to forget you, okay? Everywhere I go, everything I do, you'll be there. You'll see the world and what it had to offer you, kiddo."

You hug his cold body, wanting to imagine his arms happily wrapping around you again like he just successfully did his first kickflip again. But he never wraps his arms around you with a smile. His laughter only echoes in your mind.

You pull away and place a kiss on his forehead like you did when he was little, when you'd tuck him into bed all the way up til he was ten or so.

"Goodnight, I love you"

Not adding the "see you tomorrow" shattered your heart into a million pieces as you stepped outside, trying to keep your tears contained.

You wrap your arms around your mom, seeing her still crying as she was waiting for you. She gives you a little nod, needing to sign a million papers confirming his death and plans for everything else.

You sit down where you were at earlier, seeing the group of boys looking at you. The first to approach you is a dark-skinned boy with locs, wearing a blue hoodie and dark pants.

"Are you Y/n?" He asks softly, sitting next to you.

You nod.

"Sunburn told us a lot about you. I'm sorry for your loss"

"It's okay" You nod, wiping the tears from your eyes while you could. "Uhm, sorry, who are you?"

"Oh, he was uh, friends with us. Skate group," He clarifies. "My name's Ray"

"What... happened?" You ask him, "Like, what was his last day like" You speak quietly, almost too scared to hear it.

"Uhm, your mom brought him over to Motorz, went all crazy about drugs and the fingering-"

"Fingering?" You ask with confusion.

"Uh, I'll tell you about that another time, yeah?"

You nod, begging for him to continue.

"I talked to him for a while after he was done throwing his board around all upset. We skated til maybe ten, fell asleep on a fountain, and used our boards as pillows. Next morning, we went back to get with the others and go to a skater meetup type thing. A bunch of skaters and friends meet up to do drugs, smoke, drink and shit."

You nod, fidgeting with your fingers a bit.

"He got mad fucked up, thank Fuckshit" He mumbles, glaring at the curly haired blonde a few feet away. "Uh, got in a little fight with Ruben" He points over at a boy in a grey sweatshirt, hair buzzed. "Uh, got him to chill out with Fourthgrade for a while til the sun set" He looks back at another boy, about his age, with bleached hair and some pink streaks in it.

"Is that when...?"

He nods. "I tried to just get Fuckshit to take everyone home, we were all miserable, he wouldn't listen. He could barely keep his eyes open, and..."

You nod. "Thank you. I needed to hear it in detail, they wouldn't tell me shit"

He nods again, rubbing your shoulder as a sign of comfort. You could tell he'd gone through something similar like this, it was all spoken in his heartbroken eyes.

Fuckshit walks over, a look of self shame, regret, and sadness in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm Fuckshit. I just wanted to say sorry for your loss, and I wanted to share my condolences. " He speaks, hands tucked away in his pockets. He's clearly nervous, yet taking in your look as he'd never met the infamous Y/n that Stevie always talked about.

"He talked about you a lot, he really loved you, man. I'm so sorry-"

"Sorry for what?" You ask with a snarky tone. "Sorry for killing my brother? Sorry for taking away the only thing that kept me functioning in this fucked up world?"

He steps back a bit, not speaking for himself. He didn't want to cause any trouble, especially after what he did. His head hangs low as all of the boys look at him. Ray looks nearly disgusted.

"You're the kid who killed my brother?" You ask, standing up quickly as Ray follows your actions, trying to de-escalate the situation as much as he could.

Fuckshit solemnly nods.

"Go fuck yourself. I hope you learned your lesson, Fuckhead" You spit, quickly making your way toward the doors to go sit in your car and sob at eight in the morning.

Ray gives Fuckshit a gross look and a shake of the head before chasing after you, wanting to make sure you were alright. Fourthgrade sits quietly in his seat, fidgeting with his camera while Ruben next to him bites at his nails.

"Shit..."

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I was wondering if you knew a fic where Muriel and Crowley are just like,, hanging out? Or if the soho gang (nina and maggie) comfort crowley or something? I really liked their dynamic in season two so I was wondering if there were any fics like that. thanks so much!!

Hello! We have a #crowley & muriel tag with a couple of posts. Here are some fics to add where Crowley spends time with Muriel, Nina, and Maggie...

The recovery of a bog body by Joseph_Amadeus (G)

On the third day of sitting in his car at the bottom of the Border Mires Crowley receives a prophetic vision — Dorothy Zbornak of The Golden Girls appears next to him, all gray curls and no-shit-taking attitude, and reminds him, as kindly as she can, that one shouldn't turn mourning into a way of life

Muriel And The Art Of Bookshop Maintenance by cosmic_day (G)

Muriel has taken over the bookshop, and is doing their best to run it, with helpful advice from Maggie and Nina, and occasional visits from the depressed demon who seems to come in a package deal with the bookshop. And for the first time in their life, they’re reading a book, a book called The Crow Road. All of it is new, and exciting, and wonderful, but it is quite a lot for one 37th class scrivener to handle.

Angels Like These by slapsticks (T)

They shifted back as Crowley stood up, smiling, "You know what? Forget about–all of this, Constable, I think I'll be going now." He declared, shoving the teacup into the startled officer's hands. "You know me, I've got errands, that terrible demon-y stuff," The cup and saucer clanked together as Muriel struggled to hold them. "But – you just arrived," They protested, almost sadly. "I'm..." The words died on their tongue. "Mhm, yeah-huh," Replied Crowley, hardly listening, or at least trying not to, sauntering towards the doors. "Nice seeing you – now, goodbye, for the forseeable future." "The forseeable future?" "For the forseeable future, Inspector!" in which crowley begins to form an unlikely bond with nina, maggie, and muriel ! birthday gift for my good buddy pal bro frank who basically wrote the last couple interactions with me and inspired the whole fic . i might be too dedicated. I Dont Care. happy birthday bro

In Nothing Else So Happy by Ducks Have Ears (NR)

"I count myself in nothing else so happy, as in a soul remembering my good friends." Richard II, Act 2, Scene 3 - Shakespeare Crowley had only ever had one friend and he was beginning to realise that maybe one friend simply wasn't enough. (Part two of the Crowley & Friends series)

That's What Friends Do by Barbarian_MP (NR)

Nina had found him, coming around the corner on her bicycle and at first not being at all surprised to see the car parked in front of her shop. The car seemed to be in that very spot on the daily. Little early for it to be there, sure, but maybe it had been there all night. She wasn’t all that worried about it until she noticed the car’s owner was inside, unmoving.

The F-Word by haleinedelail (T)

Post Series 2, how the living f**k is Crowley ever going to find solace or comfort? Whiskey? Coffee? Cursing? Antisocial behavior? Yes, all of the above. But HOPE is a puzzle that we all must put back together multiple times throughout our lives, and demons are no different. He will find it again, but it might take a village to get all the pieces together.

- Mod D

[bmodiwrites]

I hear it's @thefreakandthehair's birthday... happiest of days pal, enjoy the fluff!

Eddie is nervous.

There's no getting around that fact. He's been planning his surprise for days, knows all the ways it can go wrong, even has a couple of back up plans if it all goes to shit. Yet, the nerves in his gut bubble up and toil around in his gut like bad food.

See, Steve's birthday is something special. It's the day he was born, so Eddie is especially glad for the occasion. Steve, on the other hand, is not. Up until meeting Eddie and being honest about his dislike of the day, Steve never celebrated. Between shitty parents and an overall lack of interest, the big day rolled by every year without a single present, balloon, or muttered 'happy birthday'.

It's the sort of travesty that Eddie's going to spend the rest of his life remedying.

So, there's a bit of pressure (all self-applied) for Eddie to make the day a little extra special. The first year, he threw Steve his very first family birthday party. The one following, Eddie took Steve to a Tears for Fears concert in the city. That trip is still one Eddie looks back on fondly - the gift ended up being amazing for them both.

This year, Eddie's decision to keep things on the down low is driving him a little mad. While he knows it's the right decision after the last few months they've been through, Eddie's still trying to come to terms with his very small, though still big and heartfelt, gestures. He doesn't want Steve to think any less of a day that's more important to Eddie than his own day of birth. His husband isn't that sort of person, yet Eddie feels the sting of nervousness all the same.

Instead of something big and flashy to start the day, Eddie gets out of bed a little early and makes breakfast. He's careful about the color of Steve's toast (because if it's too burnt, he'll eat it out of petulant stubbornness, not actual enjoyment). The good orange juice is sitting in Steve's favorite cup and the eggs are just about ready. Everything is going perfectly when the creaky floorboard gives Steve's presence away.

"You're cooking, babe?" Steve asks as he wraps his arms around Eddie from behind. His nose settles into the curve of neck and shoulder - Eddie still loves the feeling of Steve breathing him in there.

"Yes! And you're supposed to be in bed. I was going to bring this to you." Eddie tries not to let the pout leak into his voice, but Steve's arms tightening around his waist give him away.

"I think I like this better. I can hold you while you finish up and then we can eat together."

It's so sweet and beautifully mushy that Eddie lets this ruined surprise slide. He can't be disappointed when Steve beams at him like they're still newlyweds throughout the entirety of the meal.

Except, the rest of the day is pretty off, too. Eddie gets caught in a meeting at work that blows up his plans to take Steve lunch. He employs Dustin to head to the sub shop Steve likes to pick up the food, instead. He's late to get home and misses Steve before his husband takes off for his evening run, so the pre-workout blow job is off the table.

By the time dinner rolls around, Eddie's feeling less than and so disappointed in himself. Steve finds him at the kitchen table with his head in his hands after his post-run shower.

"Baby, what's wrong?" There's that sickeningly sweet care in Steve's voice that have the tears in the corner of Eddie's eyes finally falling.

"Today's been all wrong, Steve. You deserve the best and today just wasn't it. Nothing went as planned." He swipes at the rebellious tears but more fall in their place. "I wanted your birthday to be perfect."

Shower-warm hands frame his cheeks; Steve uses his grip there to tilt Eddie's head up so they're looking eye to eye. "Eddie, I love you but my birthday has never mattered to me. It's just another day. You love me so well all year that an entire day of spoiling me is just gluttonous. I'm a happy man, baby. Let's celebrate that together, instead."

Eddie is too moved to say anything, so he leans in to seal their lips together. The kiss lingers long enough for Eddie to forget about his troubles and simply enjoy the moment.

Later, when they're tangled up in the sheets together, blush and sweat still marring their skin, Steve rolls over to press his lips against Eddie's ear. "Best birthday ever," he whispers, a smile in his voice.

It's real and genuine and Eddie knows he means it.

[obstinaterixatrix]

I have a friend whose favorite series is a•t, which, Yknow, I am trying so hard to be polite about having extremely different tastes. but I cherish & support her and when it comes to bday presents I’m either waiting for someone to express a need/want for smth during any time of the year & just buying it & going ‘happy early/late birthday’ OR I’m planning months in advance (& sometimes collaborating w/ folks) for The Perfect Present but I can never bring myself to get something I’m halfhearted on… I’ve been on & off scrolling thru mercari/ebay/amazon/aliexpress and feeling very Eh abt the quality/size/price and was almost close to just getting two small cheap but cute plushies (13 cm & 10 cm :/), then on ebay I saw smth that was 20cm (good size) and actually very cute, but it was like $50 for the plush & $20 for shipping and while I cherish my pal I am not dropping $70 on a plushie (AND ESPECIALLY NOT ON A•T MERCH). so I do a exact match search of the specific brand and find one (1) online store selling it for $20 (incl shipping) (they’re having a 20% off sale). which is suspiciously low so I made sure to look up reviews outside the site & it looks legit, so I’m gonna buy it & hope that even if it’s not legit it’ll be an acceptable quality bootleg, and if it isn’t even that then I still have a month and a half to get one of my backup plans. in a week we’ll see if I get a Perfectionism Win.

[mayarsh]

@fantasythetrashywriter SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETE YOUR ASK. I'll answer it here, sorry, pal..

What is your nickname?

Maya, but feel free to give me your own nickname ;)

When is your birthday?

9 May

What was your longest relationship?

Errr, i never date anyone so, with my parents, ig

What is your favorite book?

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Black Butler series by Yana Toboso, and all of Dazai Osamu's works.

What is something you're insecure about?

How fragile my body is. But overall, i'm pretty grateful at myself ^^

5 Female celebrity crushes

None, it's hard for me to get a crush at anyone i barely know

5 Male celebrity crushes

Well, i do had a crush on my best friend but, he's not a celebrity. Soo, none at all :)

What is your dream job?

ANIMATOR 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Accidentally created the most toxic relationship that somehow complements each other between my ocs.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

Nobody in my school would believe that i'm not the 'obedient and genius' kid. Like, what the hell???

I tried expressing them my true side, stopped acting and just being myself but everyone just goes, "You've change because you played with X. You're not the one i've known anymore". Golly... Looks like they prefer to see me keep pretending.

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

My mental health keeps getting better, yipeee! My ptsd didn't get triggered much often, yay =w= ♪

But, my friends will soon graduate. I know i should be happy for them, but i can't help but feel sad knowing they'll leave :"<

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

I'd love to visit Japan and see the blooming sakura with my own eyes. But for now, i really want to visit a library and a bookstore, which my small town didn't have TwT

How do you de-stress?

Listening music, watching my favourite vtuber's streams, and opening tumblr

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Errr, maybe Youtube, Magia Record, or Pokemon Unite 😅

Describe yourself in one sentence.

No thought, my head filled with ocs

What do you think makes you attractive?

My skill at gaming, lmao

Or how much i cared about others, ig

What is something you're really good at?

I've answered it here

What is something you're really bad at?

Any physical activities and memorizing things

A time that you told a lie.

I despise lying, but being honest all the time will get you into much troubles. So if it's necessary, i only tell half-truth.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

For the random fact, if you're a japanese student and someone puts a flower on your desk, that means they're wishing for your demise because putting flower on someone's desk is a way to honour that desk owner's death

And for the useless fact, with or without seatbelt, you'll die in a car crash

I just think that's interesting, thx goodness i'm not a japanese student or owning a car :)

Who knows you the best?

Few of my close friends. I feel safe near them and they accept me for who i am :"D

What is your most prized possession?

N & Zorua fastener accessory charm and a Zorua plushie i bought online!

(ps. I heard that the Zorua plushie came from an UFO catcher.. dunno what's that, but i bought the plush for 300k idr. I spend my lifesaving on that and never regret that decision, teehee >v<)

What is your longest friendship?

I befriended a boy since elementary and we're still best friend until this very second! Our friendship keeps getting better from time to time =w=

When did you first feel like an adult?

After finished my playthrough of Pokemon White and starts to see everything as shades of grays, metaphorically

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

Yeah. Though, i'm only good at chess

How are you feeling right now?

Kinda sick, but i'm fineee~♪/srs

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl for life!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Maybe for some people that thing was true, but i find it hard to believe. Falling in love with someone you've just met?? Even without knowing them as a person???

How. Is. That. Possible!!???

Favorite song lyrics right now?

I've also answered it here

What does self care look like for you?

Doing things you love (even if it's your guilty pleasure)

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

Ado, Trickle, and Rachie

(ps. I want to add Kikuo, but then remember that he's not a singer, but a vocaloid producer. Oh my..)

What makes you nervous?

When standing on a stage and everyone satres at me and when thinking about my crush (the funny part is, when i'm near him, i didn't feel nervous at all, lol)

What’s a pet peeve you have?

Having trouble at understanding emotions and worrying too much about future.

What will always make you cry?

That one scene in Rebellion where Homura 'worships' Ultimate Madoka/Madokami. The way the Chiwa Saito delivers her line and the track Dream World being played in the background. It feels like experiencing it as Homura herself :"<

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Uhh, dunno. Maybe the way i talk? Or how i look? I honestly don't know how to answer this one :"D

[awesomedurraworld]

Happy early Birthday! Congrats on another year older(soon). I’d love to get to know you better by asking questions for your birthday. That was a clever idea.

I really don’t know any good, interesting questions, but here we go anyway:

1. What is(are) you current favourite book and/or show? And what was(were) your first favourite book and/or show you can remember when you were younger?

2. If you could visit one place fictional or not without consequence, where would you choose? And on a side note, would it be a good place to have a birthday party? XD

3. Have writing and drawing always been some of your hobbies? And what are some your others that you find interesting?

4. Basic birthday question… What is your favourite cake flavour? And if you are like me and don’t like cake, what is your substitute?

5. Last question. I want to write you a gift fic for your birthday. What would you like for me to write for you? Tropes… Ideas… (Just note that the only fandom I know we share is fma)

Have a wonderful birthday!

thank you so much for sending your ask 🥹 and the birthday wishes! I hope yours was as magical as you wanted it last week 💖🫶🏻

okay, on to the questions!

Some of my favorite books and or tv shows! Funnily now, I don't read original books as much as I used to when I was younger, tho I do enjoy visiting and rereading my favorite seriess from when I was a young teen! If I saw another part of these series now that I dont own I would 100% buy it haha. My main three-book series are Dork dairies ( I own the whole collection!) Cupcake Diaries, ( I own all the books that my bookstore has 🥲.) and Whatever After ( up till book 7.)

I never was into the more famous book series, like Harry Potter or the Percy Jackson and his Pals series, even with us having these in our home library- for some reason they never interested me

As for Tv shows!! now that is an easier one 😌 Ages 4-8 The earliest favorite tv show that I could remember is Postman Pat and Strawberry Shortcake and Friends ( the 2009 show.)

Ages 9-11 of course as I grew older I fell in love with Sofia the first, Doc Macstuffines, Jack and the Neverland Pirates, and Handy Manny, and Heidi too, and wild Krats with odd squad!

when I turned 12 I fell in love with Ronja the thief’s daughter and the mysterious cities of gold, alongside little women and the Robinson family

14-17 As a younger teen, I loved loved loooved Young Justice alongside of different classics and the shows I liked as a tween.

17- now My young adult years I have enjoyed different animes such as Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Mob Psycho 100, Ranking of Kings, Kaguya-sama love is war, Spy x family, and Attack on Titan. And different shows like When Calls the Heart and timeless! And because I babysit some kiddos I also enjoy watching kids shows 😭 I legit follow the story line bahaha

My favorite books as a kid were many many many short stories that I know that they can't be found online since they were probably written in my mother language and were on the older side, plus many of them here translated to my language and might have changed the titles, BUT, “ the sick bear” and the “the scared bear” and “ the pegion that wanted to drive a bus?” Yes these are some of the ones I recall finding them online and in different languages

OKAY, moving to where I would like to visit! That is a tough question 😂 I always like to imagine myself in different universes and myself in different shows and stuff- so no idea. BUT probably neverland in the Tinkerbell movies? Or maybe like, Resembool because it is so pretty. I love the soft happy villages 💛 and yes these places are good place for birthdays 😌

Writing has been a hobby, that my parents, nurtured in me, since I was such a talkative person, they used to encourage me to write! I loved drawing as a kid, and not as much as a tween/ early teens. I loved coloring more then. Same with writing actually, I got back to it in March 2020 and developed my own writing style! As for my other hobbies, I love to sew felt things and stitch, I also am a paper crafter, and I collect a crazy amount of papers haha. I like also building Legos and wooden 3D puzzles! I also like fixing books and currently I found an odd joy in cleaning?

Birthday cake! Alright so, Up till I was 14, I would ask for either my mom’s chocolate cake or, vallinia cake with green apples and caramel on the side, BUUUUUUTTTTT, when I turned 15 and up till now, I asked for a huge cookie for my cake haha, It all started when my mom and I went to a cookie shop and we saw these huge cookies and she jokingly said, “ what do you think? Your next birthday cake.” I was like, “ bet.”

And yea! These are it hehe, I would love to share more about myself!

I am the firstborn in my family, I have younger siblings! I share a room with my sisters, and my favorite colors are pink and peach, but I do like all of the colors heh, I used to wear glasses and I took them off this January! Currently fighting some Hyperthyroidism, I never had the chance to date yet, and I graduated the third on my class, ( looking at my chemistry teacher 😒)

I guess that is it! If anyone wants to get to know more I would love to answer your questions 🫂 have a good day everyone! Love ya

( also, can you guess how old I am from the fact I shared? 👀)

[culpepper-pals]

(Dolly Vatore, Kirby Vatore, Caleb Vatore, Paolo Rocca & Sabrina Rocca)

Kirby Vatore (née Dee) is one of my original founders, and given that she’s an immortal vampire, the last one still alive. She married Caleb in Summer 1. Their daughter Dolly was born in Spring 2, and recently moved back home after divorcing Diego Lobo.

Autumn 4 for the Vatores:

The season started by dealing with the fallout from Max's affair - he chose to end his marriage with Taeko Kibo-Bell, and begin a new life with his affair partner, the much younger Keisha Hughes. It came to light that Keisha was pregnant, and whilst Kirby and Caleb were sadddened by their son's actions, they were excited about being grandparents again. Max left to be with Keisha, and Taeko moved to the city. Their daughter Bonnie opted to remain behind, as she is closer to her grandparents than her parents. The divorce may have had more of an impact than she realised though, as Bonnie impulsively got engaged to her boyfriend Riley - despite still being a teenager. She was still a good student though, and was able to graduate from high school early. Meanwhile Dolly called up old flame Paolo Rocca, and the two of them went on a date. Things went so well that Paolo moved in shortly after, bringing along his infant daughter from a previous relationship, Sabrina. Dolly found herself happy in the role of Sabrina's caregiver. Towards the end of the week, Bonnie celebrated her birthday and became a young adult. She and Riley found themselves lamenting that no one takes them seriously as a couple after their impulsive engagement, and came to the conclusion that impulsively getting married might help. The ceremony was held in the garden of the Vatore's farmhouse, and the couple combined their surnames to become the Titan-Vatores. They later moved out to start their lives together.

Kirby, Caleb, Dolly, Paolo and Sabrina still live at 2 Olde Mill Lane in Henford-on-Bagley.

Bonnie and Riley Titan-Vatore are currently living at 2B Jasmine Suites in Culpepper Pals, but I think I'll probably end up moving them before I play them - seeing as we got an entire pack based around renting property!

[kedsandtubesocks]

ERIKA, MY LOVE!!!!!!! i didn't realize it was your birthday and i DEEPLY APOLOGIZE 😭😭 school is frying my brain and it SUCKS i'm so sorry, hun 🥺 BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!!!! for your game thing i will send 💖and🔮 because of course!! i just had to!! i hope your birthday has been amazing and sweet to you ♥♥

ERIN MY BELOVED OH MY GOODNESS YOU’RE THE BEE’s KNEES PLEASE doN’T APOLOGIZE!!

And my actual birthday is tomorrow I just wanted to celebrate early LOL so you really are all good!!! I’m sorry school has been icky I’ll go beat it up for you ☺️

But please you still taking the time to rush over and send the best birthday wishes you’re an actual angel I appreciate you 🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH MI AMOR!!!

💖let’s get you a Pedro boyfriend babe

Okay maybe it’s been you writing for Frankie but even when I wanted to pair you off with Jack… dear catfish would NOT leave me alone lol! And I think that’s the sweetest aspect of Frankie, he’s sturdy, loyal and persistent without being overwhelming ya know? And that would just fit you perfectly with you Erin! You and him would just get each other, like there isn’t a need for big dramatic grand gestures of love but instead the steady understanding of trust that speaks even louder! Plus I see him and you having the cutest insides joke cause I believe in my heart he has the BEST sense of humor! He would love to help you study as well as remind you when to get up and take a fun dance break lol but yeah Erin and Frankie Forever I’m gonna go carve it into the side of his helicopter now heehee ☺️

🔮 oo, let’s do a tarot reading!

So I’m gonna keep the Erin/Frankie Vibes going and do my headcanons for y’all!

Frankie is a BIG rock fan I just Know It and the way you guys would talk music would last for hours!!!

He is…not very good as video games LOL and I see you teasing him about being a pilot and having to understand so many controls and buttons yet he can’t even play a simple Mario platform game but he’s so endearing!! So he LOVES to watch you play instead and becomes so invested in the storylines! Plus he does the cute thing when a boss is doing damage on your character he yells “Hey! Stop hurting my baby!” But out of all the video games you play he becomes such a animal crossing fan 🥺 (and yes boomer is his favorite villager lol)

Oh the way he would hit it off so well with your mom is making my heart MELT!! He’s such a “wins over everyone’s parents” boy and he always brings her flowers whenever he visits because his mama raised him right ☺️ plus I also see his family adoring you too!!!!

Erin you made my day so amazing and sweet! 💝🥺 I am giving you a million kisses thank you so much for being one of the best pals I could ever find in the chaos that is the Pedro fandom lol LOVE YOU!!! 😭💐💕

[lydia-morphmen]

Pete’s Birthday! (Early gift) 💙

💙 I decided to post this very early, because 1.) I’m inpatient. 2.) It gives me time to start creating something for Valentines’ Day. Anyways, I wanted to say that I’m very proud of this, even with the messy linework and cute background. I wanted to make it as simple, but special as possible.

💙 Ever since I watched a recommended video about Pete’s timeline or hear mentions of the character (back in April 2022), I immediately took liking in the villainous feline, especially Steamboat Willie and the musketeers’ Pete. Heck, even during May, I created Honey and ordered a Steamboat Willie Pete figurine (which I ordered before I left for school! Don’t be like 2022 me kids.) And that was just the beginning. This character has been keeping me in a good mood (last year), I can’t imagine how I would’ve been, if I didn’t include him as a comfort character. If anything, I would never gotten interested in other characters (like Cookie Monster or Fuzzy Lumpkins for example) sooner if it weren’t for him to be honest. With that aside, I’m happy I got to revisit this character and grew to like him. There are many things, I want to say, but to avoid crying my eyes out, I will end it off with Honey surprising Pete before saying happy birthday, then start off the day by pulling pranks on the mouse (that Disney milked to hell) including his two pals (Goofy and Donald) and have a good laugh afterwards. 💖

[yubel198]

Happy Birthday Tari

((I know Tari's birthday isn't today, but I figured I'd write something early for the occasion (as usual) this is also a small gift for my good friend Cree, who's a huge fan of Tari, and my pal in real life too. Hope you guys enjoy!))

*Cree’s seen doodling on a piece of paper*

Cree: okay… almost done…. *smiling* I know she’s gonna love this!

Yellow: *comes outta nowhere* who’ll love what??

Cree: *doesn’t even look up* hey Yellow.

Yellow: damn.

Cree: as for what I'm drawing, it's a sweet picture for Tari for her anniversary.

Yellow: Can I see?

Cree: *shows her* whatcha think?

Yellow: hmm...

*it's a picture of the two*

Yellow: ... *smiles* that's adorable.

Cree: thanks! *looks at the drawing* though, how do I give it to her?

Yellow: I have an idea~

Cree: *looks worried* is it putting me in a suggestive outfit?

Yellow: 0_0 ... am I that predictable?

Cree: yes.

Yellow: .... damn.

Cree: you have something else in mind?

Yellow: hmmm.... *lightbulb* I have one!

Cree: .... *as Jontron* I don't like where this is going.

*later*

Tari: *playing with her ducks*

Garcello: *walks up behind her, blushing*

Tari: hm? *looks and sees him* oh hi Garcy!

Garcello: hey Tari, h-happy birthday.

Tari: aww, thank you!

Garcello: *holds out a gift* I got you something, *still blushing*

Tari: *opens the gift, sees a new duck and a blue rose as well* aww, I love them Garcy! *hugs him* thanks!

Garcello: *hugs back* you're welcome Little Duck. *blushing madly*

Yellow: *walks over, sees* aww...

Garcello: hm? oh hi Yellow. what's up?

Yellow: well, I got something for Tari. Well, Cree has something.

Tari: oh? where is he?

Yellow: follow me you two!

*the two look at each other, nod and follow her*

*Yellow leads them to a clearing in the Showgrounds*

Yellow: okay Cree! I got Tari!

Tari: *looks worried*

Garcello: *puts a hand on her shoulder*

*Cree walks over, dressed in a nice dress shirt and tie*

Tari: *surprised* whoa, Cree??

Garcello: damn dude you look great man!

Cree: heh, thanks guys. *rubs his neck* um, anyway, I have something for you Tari. *hands her the drawing* for you

Tari: *sees the drawing, blushes* awww... that's really cute Cree! *hugs him* thank you!

Cree: !!! *blushes and hugs her back*

Mario: SIMP!

Garcello: *points* that old guy just stole your spaghetti.

Mario: WHAT?? *runs off* Mario's gonna kill some bitches!

Cree: *thankful*

Tari: *giggles*

Yellow: nice one Garcy

Garcello: *gives a thumbs up*

((Happy 5 year anniversary Tari!))

[malewifehenrycooldown]

Aaaa happy birthday pal hope it's a good one 🎂💖

AHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH PLANKY, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! /genuine

I don't have 'anything' planned today other than the usual dinner outing with my family, nothing too extravagant (not in this economy!) but I did go out with a friend for some (early) birthday shopping, so that probably counts for something lol /lighthearted

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happy monday, pals ! i'm a lil sick, a lil stressy ( both as always, really ), but making sure to pop by before i head to sleep a lil early to set good practices for the week ahead ! we're an appless and au golden trio group celebrating our fourth birthday this month with an edit meme that we're going to be continuing later today, a paused character limit for existent members, a temporary points system where everyone can earn some galleons to exchange for actual prizes and, you know, some other stuff<3 everyone is currently working through their meme night content on dash which is SUPER fun to see and read through, and in my very biased opinion, now would be a very chill time to perhaps join our ranks but who am i to tempt you ! ....