#moots birthday

[darkxsoulzyx]

BECAUSE I FORGOT TO POST IT LAST YEAR, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @amberluvsbugs !! ^^

[lostfirefly]

Happy, happy birthday, @hey-august! As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two. Kidding! Wish you aaaaall the best! Thank you for your support, our talks and jokes! A-a-and look who came to congratulate you!!

"I don't want, Cathie-pie!"

"Come on!" Catherine dragged Buggy up the stairs by the hand.

"Why should I do this? I wanna go home. Let's go home and lie on the couch! I swear I won't pester you if we leave right now!" Buggy looked at Catherine with a pleading smile.

"Believe me, clown, nothing will happen today anyway." Catherine rolled her eyes and pulled him by the hand. "God, you're so heavy!" She groaned. "Let's go! We have to do this! Every time you go to prison, she's nice to you. And to me. Though, I think there's sympathy in her eyes because a smart girl messed with you. Come on!" Catherine grabbed Buggy by the pants and pulled him toward the door.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Buggy giggled. "Your hands on my pants. Fuck!"

"Shut up, idiot! I told you, don't count on anything! You're punished for three days!"

"But why?"

"For what you did to me yesterday, blue-haired pervert. You didn't have to separate your hand while I was in the shower. God, I'm embarrassed to even remember that." Catherine reddened.

"You didn't complain, cotton candy." Buggy started imitating her voice. "More, Buggy. Don't stop, Buggy. Music to my ears."

"I hate you!" Catherine punched him in his shoulder. "Shush! We're here." Catherine walked into the bright room with shelves. "Hello, Miss August!" She waved to a brown-eyed skinny girl with blue and pink hair, who was sitting at the table at the police station, sipping her coffee.

"Miss Catherine? What? What happened? He's in the cell again? Strange. I haven't seen him. Let me check." Miss August flipped through the list of inmates. "He's not here, Miss Catherine."

"No, no! He's with me! Right here!" Catherine saw Miss August's questioning look and looked around. There was no one behind her. "What the fuck? Buggy?! Where are you?"

She heard.. silence.

"I'll be back in a minute." Catherine smiled and disappeared behind a pillar. "Come here right now!" She whispered through her teeth.

"I don't want to! Why do I have to do this?" Buggy whispered back.

"I already told you. Let's go! Now!"

"Geeez! Shit! How are you doing this, little shit? Why did I give in to you again?"

Catherine and Buggy appeared from behind the column again and walked towards Miss August. Catherine grabbed Buggy by the pants from behind so that he wouldn't run away.

"Miss August, I heard that today is your birthday! I really wanted to congratulate you for your kind attitude towards me and Buggy. Our wish for you on your birthday is that you are, and will always be happy. Please enjoy your special day and accept this gift from us." Catherine pointed at Buggy theatrically, who was standing motionless. "Give her the gift! Now!" Catherine whispered.

Buggy became red as his nose and took out a bouquet of yellow lilies and a rose velvet cake from behind his back.

"And the second part of the gift?!" Catherine looked behind him.

Buggy rolled his eyes, took out two boxes and put them on the table.

"Happy birthday, Miss August." He mumbled.

"The gifts? For me? You didn't have to worry about, Miss." Miss August sniffed the flowers. "So beautiful! Thanks!"

"No, we wanted to congratulate you. You're always so kind to me and my clown. Remember recently you gave Buggy a phone so that he could call me from his cell while you were being checked in prison. You said that there were some not very good people here. And thanks to you, I managed to get Buggy out while some Flinegan was wandering around here."

"Magellan, Miss Catherine." Miss August chuckled.

"Meh, whatever." Catherine waved her hand.

"Always glad to help you. Thank you!" Miss August opened the boxes. "Oh, a new coffee mug, a candle, a handcuff keychain with a picture of your bones, Mr. Buggy. A little ball for my dog. Aaaw, thank you! And tickets.. to the circus?"

"Yes, there's a great show tomorrow. Here are tickets for you, your boyfriend, and your parents. I hope you enjoy it!" Catherine clenched her fists in glee and let out a little squeal. "Thank you for being so patient with my troublemaker." Catherine stroked Buggy's back.

"He's a nice guy, Miss Catherine and I love chatting with him from time to time. He must be fun to live with." Miss August looked at the mug and smiled back at Catherine.

"Yep." She giggled. "Every day is like a fucking carnival."

"Thank you so much, Miss Catherine! You know, I'm going to make myself some coffee and eat this wonderful cake now." Miss August opened the box with cake. "Oh! Would you like to join me?"

"Sorry, we have plans." Buggy took a step back, but Catherine had a firm grip on his pants.

"We'd love to join you!" Catherine grinned.

"But cotton candy..."

"I said that we would join, Buggy." Catherine hissed quietly.

"I have some booze, too." Miss August shrugged.

"You know, plans can wait." Buggy rubbed his hands together happily. "Let's celebrate your birthday, Augie!!"

[gsstories]

Happy B-Day!

It is a special day for a someone who I hold close to my heart, one who I have known for almost 5 years (how time flies!). With this post, I am here to express how much I care for this person and how much they mean to me despite not having met irl. I see them as one of my best friends, that’s how much they mean to me. I wouldn’t know what would be of me without them in my life. They have taught me about different fandoms that I am now part of and am a big fan of nowadays (ex. Sonic the Hedgehog), and the art they make is always amazing to see! I am not very good with words when I speak but I am free to do whatever in writing, and what I wish to say is, I am so lucky to have you in my life, and I am just so happy that you said yes when I asked you to be my friend all those years ago.

Happy birthday @ikari-shinsei

(It’s so stiff but I did my best, I really wanted to do something nice!)

[fanaticsnail]

Frills and Bundles

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Bound to your desk, you took to the task of testing out a new prototype of a dress Ivankov made for you. Not used to the frills and bundles, you become wrapped up in the feeling of it while your friend tries to halt his unhinged urges to do something about his pining.

Themes: Sabo x f!reader, 18+, NSFW, suggestive, Sabo is unhinged, Sabo is a little yandere, no smut - just fantasy, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader's birthday, fluff with an edge of spice beneath the surface.

Notes: Happy birthday @frillsinadress!! I hope you enjoy a small fic of Sabo longing and pining. May your day be glorious 🖤

Twin beady eyes gawked at you while sitting motionless atop your wooden desk. The shell on its back depicted the cross-hatched tattoo of your boss and leader of the revolutionary army. Your task for the day was to sit there and wait for the final report from Monkey D Dragon, and to organize a corresponding attack on the marines base with his direct orders as soon as he ordered them.

The full skirt attached to your hips gathered in heavy bunches in your lap, your chest rising and falling in strangled breaths beneath the constriction of the leathery corset Ivankov fashioned for you. Each element of the ruffled skirt weighed heavily on your hips regardless as to how you sat at your desk.

While the arrangement was beautiful, it was not at all practical while bound to the drawl of paperwork and snail-sitting. The reason you were dressed in this formal garb was specifically to train yourself how to act properly and daintily in order to infiltrate a gala, to gather intelligence for the revolutionary army in a reconnaissance mission within a small unit.

It was a bonus that you got to wear such a pretty arrangement on a day like today. Your birthday, to be exact.

While you never truly made a deal about yourself, never taking time off from your duties under Dragon to enjoy yourself, receiving the prototype from Ivankov did make you feel special in your own way. The extravagant array of frills and bundles waterfalling to the floor had the corners of your lips ticking up in a sweet smile.

Lost in your own world, you were yet to notice a presence leaning against the wooden post to your office door.

Head tilted, eyes examining, lips smiling, arms crossing, and foot tapping stood the flame emperor of the revolutionary army. Second in command under Dragon, your superior, who you answered to on occasion, and the man who recently became obsessed with you.

His obsession really seeped from the fact that you had only ever been kind and attentive to him: fetching his coat and hat when he left meetings, always dainty and poised regardless as to how well you were personally faring. From that brink came a spark within his chest that had him constantly feeling on edge. He was plagued with a lust that never seemed quenchable enough or satiated by his own pleasure while he fucked his fist to your fantasy.

Noticing your eyes left the two globes of the snail’s haunting and beady eyes to gawk down at your breasts hoisted in the corset, he felt morally obliged to do the same. As your hands traveled up to readjust them, you bunched the flesh in your hands and gave them a slight jiggle.

Sabo felt his mouth begin to water, salivating at the fantasy of picturing you palming them, while the other traveled beneath your skirts to give in to your need for release. Although all you were currently doing was toying and fussing with your seams, his mind had a way of running away with him when his eyes fell to you. Picturing all the thoughts he had of you pinching and fondling your naked breasts while he pistoned his cock, his mind for carried away as his gaze wandered lower.

His eyes stopped their mirage, hyper focussing on the fabrics bunched at your waist in an array of flowing frills. It was far too much material to get below the waist from the top. You would have to go from beneath to seek out that pretty pussy you've kept hidden from him.

Narrowing his gaze with a deep furrow of his brow, he concentrated on how much the material would prohibit such fun for you in an array of positions. The skirts almost seemed enough to hide another person beneath them.

Sabo could be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo wanted to be that person beneath the frills and bundles for you.

Sabo needed to dive beneath those skirts and consume your pleasure with his lips, tongue and teeth while his hands pried you apart and held you like that until you were clenching around him.

Shaking his head, he rid himself of those thoughts while gently coughing to alert you of his presence by the door.

“Sabo-!” you exclaimed, your hands frozen at their place fondling your breasts while shrouded in its corset. Face flushed, eyes wide, lips parting, and, in Sabo’s opinion, absolutely adorable: you had no idea how to react to being caught out squeezing at your breasts.

Gently smirking, he approached your station and removed his top-hat from his mop of tousled, blonde hair. Carding his digits through his locks, he sheepishly hung his head while his thighs brushed with your desk. Placing his hat down on your desk, he bit back his rising smirk and closed his eyes in humor.

“That-... Uh-...” He attempted to contain a chuckle from falling from his lips, “...New dress?” He continued to hold his eyes to the ground, peering at your fright through his peripherals.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, finally releasing your breasts from your hands.

“One of Ivankov’s?” He rose his eyes to meet your gaze. While he feigned an air of innocence about him, that unhinged side wanted nothing than to see how much more he could fluster you. “I like it on you. A lot, actually.” He leaned his hip up to sit on your desk, gently tilting the snail aside to avoid its awakened gaze.

“I-It is one of Iva’s, yes,” you stutter, blinking rapidly while he hovers ever closer to you. “Thank you for saying so.” You gave him a soft giggle to shrug off your nerves, returning to your usual posture with a grin, “Caught me at an odd moment, I won't lie to you. I'm not used to being so constricted by ruffles, frills and bundles. Anything for the cause, right?”

Sabo chuckled alongside you as you spoke, shaking his head lightly while he took you in.

“I don't blame you,” he shrugged, leaning forward and punching a portion of the fabric between his gloved fingers, “It's rather surreal, seeing you all dressed up like this.” Using a swift motion, he slowly dragged you towards him by the nape of your neck.

Rising to your feet with his motions, you allowed yourself to be tugged up by the flame emperor and drawn closer towards him. Your lips tingle with anticipation, never truly knowing the intention he was envisioning while you rose to stand before him. Sabo had always been a little unhinged with his conversation, and you would reciprocate indulgently with his unhinged commentary every now and again for your own, personal benefit.

Now fully standing in front of him, he rose to his feet and maintained contact with you by his gloved hand while walking around the desk. Reaching forward with his unoccupied hand, he claimed yours and gently indicated for you to spin slowly with him as your partner. To the betterment of your abilities, you allowed yourself to be spun in place, skirts bunching and swaying to a soundless melody.

“So pretty,” Sabo commented on your display alongside your garment, “Such a pretty dress, for such a pretty girl.” He halted your dance, placing both hands on your waist as he slowly moved himself closer. “Any wishes for your birthday? Anything I could do to help you out while you're bound in chains to the desk?”

You giggle at his comment, gently tapping his cravat with the backs of your hands in a playful shove. Shaking your head, you smoothed the sides of his navy jacket and fixed his collar. While you craved so desperately to give into your desires and ask him to satisfy the plague of lust branded into your mind of him beneath your skirts and satisfying you while you worked, you chose to behave.

“I have all I need here, sir,” you nodded towards your desk, “And I'll be here until Dragon tells me otherwise.”

“I could hide beneath your desk?” Sabo suggested, gently thumbing at your hips and bringing his lips up to your jaw before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, “I have the whole day spare. I can be right here with you, and I won't make a peep.”

You shook your head at your friend, releasing his collar from your hands and gave him a playful shove.

“No distractions. I need to be at my desk until Dragon dismisses me for the day,” you nodded with a hint of melancholy to your tone, “The cause comes before all else, including pretty blondes hiding beneath my desk. Thank you for your suggestion, though. I do appreciate the offer.”

“Even on your birthday?” he suggested with a soft pout, “You're more dedicated than most of us here. I promise, as soon as you get off and away from your desk, as your friend: I will give you a birthday you won't easily forget.”

You shook your head, gently parting Sabo on the chest and returning to sit back at your desk.

“Thank you, Sabo,” you smile up at the man by your side, “You're a good friend. I'm looking forward to it.”

Giving you one last smile, he reached down and claimed your hand in his. Slowly dragging it up to his lips, he maintained eye contact while he pressed a kiss tentatively on the top of your knuckles. While the action in and of itself was sweet, the hidden promise dancing behind his eyes was raw and feral.

He knew exactly how he was going to make your day unforgettable. Each element of his date was meticulously planned and laid before him. The cuisine you favored, the sweets you preferred, a menu to sate your appetite for food, followed by the absolute cure to quench the thirst gathering in the thick, raw, primal tension rising between you.

For now, he would be satisfied by peering up at you though his blonde eyelashes, while he pictured all the ways he was going to carve your day into your memory. Confessing his love for you, expressing how devoted he was to you, and demonstrating that declaration by unraveling you in more ways you could ever perceive by every part of him he'd make available to you.

Sabo would confess.

All he hopes if that you would feel the same, and allow him to explore that with you.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory

[kankuroplease]

Bad bug jokes with Shino and friends 🪲

Also featuring Boro’s girl, Reina~

[theribbonmarkedroom]

Word on the street is that it’s the world’s biggest loser’s birthday today… (+ my post for Scott’s birthday last year)

From 2023:

[hwanwooyoung]

the never-ending fairy saga [18/?]

↪ huening kai + 'lo$er=lo♡︎er' / 'moa diary'

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

aaa sharkies!!!

thank u!!!! ^^

[mochaaaaaaaa]

HUGE ART DUMP!!!

So sorry about the last post 😞💔 I wasn't feeling well so I decided that it was best to take a break from posting on here. I did make some drawings though!!! 💖🍰

Just wanted to say that the drawing above here is a birthday gift for a best friend of mine!! Please don't repost this on any socials and please don't use this as a pfp!!!

I've been getting into Cult of the Lamb ushaahshg,, Kallamar is def my fav I love him sm 😭💖💖💞💖💖

[darkxsoulzyx]

HAPPY (super super) LATE BIRTHDAY TO @starsketchez !!

This is several months late (I am so sorry star waaaah)

Sleuth eclipse illustration featured inside was drawn by @just-a-drawing-bean

Sleuth Eclipse/sleuth jesters belongs to @/naffeclipse (I will cry if you see this /lh you are so cool and I will shrivel like pickle 💞💞💞)

[sifishsticks]

HAPPY BIRTFAY NEL!!!!!!!! FRESH BATCH OF OWLBISCUITS JUST FOR YOU!!!!!!

(ialsohaveonemoregiftbutshhhh)

@melissa-titanium <- say happy birthday to this beetlezorf NOW.

[42ds-too]

Since the gifter has been thoroughly flooded with imagery now, I can share this lovely birthday gift I received with the rest of you pervs. ❤️

Turns out, it perfectly matches the flowy robe I'll be wearing when the cops show up to ask why no one's seen my partner in 2 weeks...

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Heard it was your birthday

Had to sketch something for you real quick <33333

PS you’re so cool

YIPPE YIPPE YIIPPEEE!! thank you thank you sm that’s perfect I love your art sm im saving this forever and ever and ever you’re so cool so cool so cool /very very very very gen

{ @signanothername }

[aquacomet]

Happy surprise (belated) Birthday @bamsara!

Thank you for all the work you put into making DCA art and fics and for sharing them! Solar Lunacy has been a blast to follow over the last year and a bit, I'm looking forward to what comes up next!

(Hope you don't mind the lil' cameos I snuck in there hehe.)

[fanaticsnail]

Happy Birthday, Pumpkin

Masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,000+

This is a fic in celebration for a birthday for a wonderful fic author, artist and musician who I have come to cherish. Happy birthday, babes! May your birthday stampede you into a merriment of unhinged creativity, love and adventure. @sordidmusings you are spectacular. I adore you, queen. It has been a hot minute since I've loved on the clown, but I am more than happy to break that seal in celebration of your day.

Warnings: Fluff. Extra fluff. Pining, yearning. Fluff.

It had been months of longing, pining and yearning; always adoring from afar but falling within an uncomfortably close proximity to you. Your hair, your posture, your scented perfume that warmly welcomed the atmosphere surrounding you in a blissful melody.

Buggy was enamoured. Some could even say smitten.

The way he would always find himself seeking out your gaze as he relayed an unhinged and inappropriate joke; or offer a grimace-like smile, wincing his eyes in an upturned tilt when he dropped one of his juggling balls while attempting to entertain you.

Of all of the things he longed for most, from the touch of your skin in an embrace to the warmth of your hands to soothe over his hair to tame his long and wild locks – he was longing, pleading and begging with his twinkling teal eyes to meet his painted lips against your own in a simple kiss.

It didn’t have to be overly complicated or flashy, not at least the first time. Just a simple expression of the adoration he held for you in his cryptid and enthusiastic heart.

Each time he would almost bump into you in the hallways, he would immediately focus on the gasp falling from your parted lips. Accidentally opening the door to the communal shower-room, and finding you with a foamy toothbrush thrust between your teeth; he longed to lunge forward to remove the object and messily join with you in a jovial and romantic osculation with his lips firmly thrusting against your own.

He craved such an opportunity to kiss you. Ached within his bones to express how he truly felt about you. The only thing truly holding him back from claiming you within his arms and folding himself against your body, tilting and stooping to draw you in with his eyes closed and concentrated was the complete and utter terror he felt at the knowledge the feelings he felt for you was not reciprocated.

So he stopped, halting his motions at the last second: his hands stuttering as he drew his palm down to halt his trembling fingertips from its contact with your shoulder.

And then it happened. A single moment. A fixed point in time he could draw his lips intentionally against your own with no such consequence. Tradition determined it to be acceptable, and some could even say rude should the request be denied.

As he watched your knife slide into the caramelized top of the baked, fudgy cheese-cake and raked itself slowly through the creamy surface: his eyes widened with youthful hope you would shatter the buttery crumbed crust to project his dreams of a kiss into reality. Dipping in the indent, a slow drizzle of jammy fruit seeped into the crevasse you created within the slice as he heard the familiar crunch of the steel blade dividing itself into the biscuit base.

The clang of the blade as it met with the ceramic dish supporting the sweet dessert echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears with the hope he held within his heart that he would finally, at long last, have the opportunity to meet his lips against your own. His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip in anticipation, all actions reducing to a slowed pace as he watched your lips draw up to reveal your beautiful smile.

Your cheeks tinted with a warm flush, your eyes shining with both embarrassment at the tune offered in celebration of your birth, and the anticipation that the man you harboured hidden affection for was standing very close in proximity to your own. The rising rapidity of your heart had your breath catching in your throat as you withdrew the blade fully from the cake in front of you.

Candles whispering the memory of blown flame, smile plastered against your lips with your eyes upturning in joy; you looked immediately to the blue-haired clown beside you as the chorus of taunting jabs befell the crew in front of you.

“You gotta’ kiss the closest person!”

“Go on, give ‘em a kiss!”

“Don’t be shy!”

“Lay one on ‘em!”

A giggle fell from your parted lips, your broad smile faltering slightly to hold a coy and apprehensive grin. You blinked slowly, looking up at the man beside you with both anticipation and adoration.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want-,” your words were syphoned into the warm and deliberate lips of the blue-haired clown – literally taking your apprehensive words right out of your mouth to fall within his own.

Buggy’s heart was soaring, the moment he longed for most was now becoming a reality with little to no consequence. He smiled into the kiss, drawing up his gloved hands to cradle your face and tilting his head to deepen the kiss he was imparting onto you. Brows furrowed in passionate concentration, he utilised every muscle to halt his body from simply throwing his leg over your own and becoming comfortably sat atop your lap and drawing himself completely flush against your body.

His thoughts were becoming harder and harder to control, especially now you placed your right hand against his left hip to steady him against yourself. Tilting your head, you parted your lips and allowed an apprehensive gasp to fall from your mouth and into his own. Buggy’s gloved hand trailed back to rake your hair behind your ears, lacing his fingertips within your strands to clutch the back of your head more firmly. He stifled a whimpered groan that threatened to pass from his lips into your own, thoroughly attempting to withhold his joy from its expression - especially considering you both had an audience.

As you withdrew him from the embrace, you fluttered your eyes open to gaze at the closed eyes of the infamous clown-captain. His jaw was tense and concentrated, his face falling lower in its stoop to chase after your lips in reaction to your withdrawal. Brow furrowed, lips parted and smeared with the tint of red; the clown flittered his long, blue eyelashes open to gaze longingly into your eyes. A sigh fell from his lips as his jaw trembled in apprehension.

The bob of his Adam’s apple cemented his resolve as he leant forward to place his forehead affectionately against your own, whispering gently and dotingly into your smiling face:

“Happy Birthday, Pumpkin.”

Tag list: @gingernut1314

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

MEG! MEG!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY !!!

aaaaa thx so much Dxrk!!!! QwQ