#happy belated birthday

[heartofjasmina]

Fashion designer Bakugou who sees you at his favorite cafe one morning. Your clothes are comfortable and colorful, but they obscure the beauty of your body he tells himself. So he marches over to you, wearing all black and a skull tshirt with heavy combat boots. It doesn't help that he's also drop dead gorgeous, so when he hovers over you and breathes out. "Let me undress you." Your brain short circuits. "I can dress you much better, let me." He doesn't so much ask as he commands, so you find yourself nodding along, unsure why he's interested in you in the first place.

When you get back to his studio he's measuring your figure, his large hot hands skimming over your breasts, your hips, your waist. The more he discovers, your waist would fit perfectly in his hands, and your tits are begging him to taste, the more he struggles to keep professional. He just wanted to have you as a model, he swears to himself. But when he's measuring your ass, he starts to lose it.

"Who the fuck let you out of the house in those grandma clothes when your body is this fucking amazing?"

The words slip out of him in a huff, and you blush bright red. "I-I don't wear grandma clothes." You try to defend yourself, but looking around his studio at the slinky tight fit dresses with corsets and plunging necklines, you realize that yeah- maybe you do wear grandma clothes.

"Just wait until I design something for you, you're going to look even more beautiful. Especially as my date." He's never been nervous asking someone out before, but damnit your curves and sweet, shy personality were a combination he was loathe to let go.

"Your date?" You felt like you were struggling to breathe. The super hot designer wanted to go on a date with you? You knew you were bigger, its not like you're oblivious. But never once did he make you feel lesser for being fat, he just seemed upset that you tried to hide yourself.

"If you'll have me." His voice was suddenly softer, his red eyes gentle as he looks up at you from where he's on his knees, the measuring bunched in his fist.

"Yes." You breathe out, knowing this chance encounter would change your life.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #jasmina writes 🌸 #kacchan #thick dick boys #happy belated birthday #happy birthday bakugou #fashion designer au

[babooshkart]

save a horse, ride a man who can inspire homicidal tendencies simply by breathing

some capri cowboys for my sweet @nv-md 💕 happy birthday, angel 😘🤠

#ALI I LOVE YOU #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY #capri #captive prince #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #damen of akielos #yes this is a mangled quote from the first book #what of it #cowboys!! #my retired horse girl ™️ talents coming in clutch #did i avoid drawing All Legs by hiding them behind grass? #maybe #Know Your Limits 🥰 #anyway hi ali i love you #my art #also yes there are the tiniest glimpses of the wrist cuffs bc i am a simple creature with simple tastes #(read: kinks)

[excitementshewrote]

#the simpsons #gif #hans moleman #happy belated birthday #moleman in the morning

[twistedmionn]

Happy birthday, Trey Clover! (2023)

I'm a bit late but I only just finished making these. And yes I hc Trey to make pot brownies, you can't change my mind

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst meme #twst memes #disney twst #twst #disney #riddle rosehearts #twst trey #trey clover #twst riddle #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland trey #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY #twst edit #twst posting #night raven college #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twst incorrect quotes

[obsessivecelestial]

For @ayyy-imma-ninja!!

Your fairy and SK boys have been running through my mind 28/9, it’s ridiculous

This is my first post on Tumblr and I have absolutely zero clue what I’m doing so forgive me for any mess ups 👍

I was gonna draw the fairy boys for their belated birthday but I never got around to it, so instead I give you my happy belated birthday!! 🎉 (it’s half-assed, sorry-)

#fnaf dca #sk!DCA AU #I don’t know how tags work #I’m struggling #not my AU #SK!Moon #SK!Sun #but he’s yippee #Moon has a butterfly knife #is that his thing? #uhhhh #murderous boys #first post #I made them sweaters #Suns is straight from my mind #Moons is from google ✨ #fairy!dca mentioned #happy belated birthday #i think that’s all the tags #I dunno #help #I tried to guess their vibes #hhhhhh

[keithyaa]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY —

SABO!!!!!

This Blondie boy, he's such a gentleman I love him and I'm sorry if it's a belated bday gift for him💥 (I'm a day late)

#revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #sabo #sabo one piece #one piece fanart #one peice #one piece #one piece drawing #drawing fanart #sabo fanart #one piece art #own drawing #drawing #one piece fandom #ibispaintdrawing #ibispaint art #ibispaintx #birthday #happy belated birthday #myblondieboy

[insanyu]

Happy belated birthday, Elys! April 1st!

Elys belongs to @shayromi

#Happy belated birthday #Elys #sansxfrisk #frans family #frans kids #frans #undertale au #myart

[gh0styai]

So… I made a post for the Grimace shake…. But never posted it until today. Have it.

Btw the first guy is a Sans that me and a family member made up :) his name is Relish and maybe one day I’ll post a lore thingy on him.

#my artwork #happy birthday grimace #happy belated birthday #i’m so sorry #i’m late #undertale #my art #comics #meme art #undertale sans #undertale fanart #freshtale #fresh sans #dusttale #dust sans #horrortale #horror sans #killertale #killer sans #murder time trio #the bad sanses #nightmare’s gang #ink sans #inktale #outertale #outer sans #relish sans #pickles? #you’ll learn more about pickle man one day

[shorukarts]

Happy very late birthdays

(I'm sorry it's late T^T)

@stacycpr

@hugletale-au frisk

@cocpcoco

@broomiepen

@venelona

@sofiathehooman

@cjhern1109

Catch and release frisk

@shayromi

#happy belated birthday #frans #persona drawing #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #undertale #frisk #sans #undertale au #gangstartale au #hugletale #frans kids #elys and arno #written in blood #undertale art #I'm very sorry it's late #shorukarts

[tf2fanithinkso]

GUYS I WAS ON SNIPER’S VA’S LIVESTREAM AND HE WISHED ME A BELATED BDAY!!!

IM SO HAPPY!!

#john patrick lowrie #sniper tf2 #happy belated birthday

[what-the-bally-hell]

"leave, just before christmas? it's going to be my birthday you know"

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY WIGGLY!!!

#please don't bully me #i tried #happy belated birthday #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #starkid #black friday musical #black friday #lords in black #crochet #crochetblr

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi!! I absolutely love your writing!

So... today happens to be my birthday. Could I pretty please get something fluffy as a present?

Five days.

The villain had stayed five days at the hero’s apartment, recovering slowly with the help of their nemesis. It turned out that the hero wasn’t a terrible roommate, they were the exact opposite: doing the dishes seemed more like a hobby than a chore, cleaning the room and decorating the whole place neatly was one of their favourite activities.

Nearly motionless, the villain had watched them rearrange a bouquet of flowers, humming to themselves a content tune that would haunt the villain’s thoughts for the rest of the day. The hero was diligent and careful, making sure the colours in their home could coexist in harmony with every new element they found.

The villain tried to stay as quiet as possible most of the time, hoping the hero would forget about them eventually. Hoping they could turn invisible and be less of a burden. With all the mess they were causing, they didn’t fit into this picturesque world the hero tried to create.

But the hero didn’t forget. Due to their injuries, the villain slept a lot, being out by eight, getting pleasant twelve hours of rest. They were stationed on the comically huge couch, even though the hero had offered them their bed. However, healthy sleeping patterns were unknown to the hero who suffered from a little less than four hours a night. It explained the many naps the hero took on the couch, right next to the villain.

But no matter how many hours the hero slept, they always made sure to eat together with the villain. Every meal, regardless of their grogginess, they sat down next to their enemy and talked about their newest idea to help the city.

“Dunno why I’m telling you,” they said one day while having lunch, spaghetti filling their mouth, “but I really like this new project. Growing more plants in the city?! Love it.”

“Until there’s a villain who can control plants.” The hero’s tired eyes widened as they practically inhaled their lunch. Focus settled on the villain who was trying to eat as gracefully as possible. Once again, they were like a mirror that showed the exact opposite.

“Nonsense. No one can control plants,” they said, bolting the rest of their noodles and meatballs.

“Have seen one,” the villain answered calmly. Damn, the food wasn’t even bad.

“You’re kidding.”

“Am not.” The villain stared at the hero and their poor overworked soul. For days, they’d been rambling about projects and work and on top of that they managed to do the chores and nurse the villain. No wonder they were sleeping every second they allowed themselves to.

“I’ve seen one,” the villain said hastily, getting their thoughts back on track. “South America, somewhere. She’s very old though, so don’t expect her to take over the world.”

The hero’s plate was empty already.

“I didn’t know I could be jealous of some old lady. You travel lots?”

“When I’m not getting shot at, sure.” Something in the hero’s gaze softened, blurring the line between relaxed and hurt. Their eyes dropped to the ground, their shoulders tensed. Fuck. “I like getting shot when it’s you, though.”

What. Oh god, the villain wished they could sink into the ground. I like getting shot when it’s you, what a stupid thing to say. They felt the horrible blush creep up their neck, so they grabbed their tea and gulped it down.

Christ, why were conversations so hard to have?

The hero giggled nervously.

“Well, uh…”

“You need more sleep.” The villain’s face was burning, so they tried to deflect. “You always look tired and sleep throughout the day. What do you do at night?”

Getting the hero’s attention was easy, getting them to talk about important stuff wasn’t. Their nice projects were fun to listen to but when it came to the hero’s desires, to their morals and their longings, the villain didn’t get anything.

“It’s a long story, really,” the hero said. “Did you put that blanket on me yesterday?”

“Yeah, you almost rolled off the couch, too. Gave me nearly a heart attack,” the villain mumbled and it was true. It had made their heart skip for more than one beat. “You don’t have to leave that much space between us.”

“You sure?”

“I’d rather cuddle with you than have you fall off the couch.”

Now it was the hero’s turn to blush.

#FINE #OKAY GOOD THIS IS FINE #tchaikovsky i am begging you why WHY #happy belated birthday #!!! #sowwy uwu #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #fluff

[n01r-kn1ght]

Not Undertale related but I wanted to wish @zenubi-scribbles a happy belated birthday!

#happy birthday zen #happy belated birthday #bloodborne #bloodborne inspired #bloodborne oc #soulsborne #also zen’s sona inspired by Eileen #Also yes I’ve been dead for a bit been really busy with my final year project and I’ll be even more busier as the months go by #haven’t forgotten the requests either #I have some already inked just need to colour add in the text

[frostedclock]

Quick doodle for @aleiiii /@aleiiix

It was just their birthday and they a cool artist in the lmk circle of oc x canon creators, should totally give them a follow if you haven't already. 💌

#lmk oc #gift art #happy belated birthday #bird houseshoes

[analligatorr]

TF's birthday was the 21st, im 11 days late. btw, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PRETTY BOYY!!

#twisted fate #malcolm graves #tfgraves #tf x graves #happy belated birthday #...again xD #ill never be punctual i guess #tf #graves #idiot pirates #analligatart

[josefavomjaaga]

😥 I was working long hours and took even longer to get to work (due to train strike), so I missed Marshal Ney’s birthday. I’m so sorry! I had planned to translate something special, and I hope it’s still a bit of a present even if it’s a day late.

In summer of 1809, while Soult was still licking his wounds after the disaster in Oporto, anxiously waiting for Napoleon’s judgement and trying to defend himself against all the rumours that accused him of high treason, all the while doing his best to bring Joseph and Jourdan to some action against Wellington - guess who at the same time came to Galicia to pay Michel Ney a visit? Right, Ney’s most devoted Dutch fan girl, Ida Saint-Elme! And it’s a particularly romantic part of her recollections, which were published as "Mémoires d’une Contemporaine":

Ney, who was hardly resting either, had just subdued Galicia.

Okay, Soult already wants to protest against this claim, but let’s ignore him. Please, Ida, go on:

I joined his corps at Banos, forty-eight hours before he came face to face with the English army, which the Marshal completely defeated. Already the spectacle of war, meeting the French battalions, the scent of glory, sweeter to breathe in this country than that of the orange trees that embalm it; this active life, animated entirely by emotion and spectacle, revived my imagination weary of the empty pleasures of the courts and of voluptuous Italy. I felt I was in my element: I was close to Ney, close to the heart that alone could make mine beat. I was happy just to know that he was so close to me and to tell him that we were barely a league apart. Here is the note I received in reply to mine: "Since it's your taste to have an arm or a leg less, hop on a horse and come here." As I read this short, military invitation, I jumped in the saddle and rode off. I had hardly gone a quarter of a league when I met him, and I read in his beaming face all that his note had not told me, the joy of seeing me again, which was the reward for my journey and happiness itself. I have forgotten the names of the places we passed through, but it seems to me that I have never seen a more enchanting place, a more beautiful sky, a sweeter dawn. There was something wild and proud about this rich and picturesque nature.

The road was lined with rocks like a crown. "Here is a magnificent shelter of ravines," Ney said to me, "the tree-lined slopes of which ensure their coolness; let us stop here; you must be in need of rest; we both need to open up and talk;" and here we were, with our horses' bridles slung over our arms, pushing aside the fragrant undergrowth with a vigorous hand, and looking for a retreat that could hear our confidences: it was easy to find in the ravines of Galicia; and, a few hundred paces from the road, we could believe ourselves to be entirely alone in the world. Our horses were quickly tied up, and the secluded spot a little farther on completed the safety of this meeting, so sudden and so little expected. We had been sitting for a few minutes when Ney struck the trunk of an old cedar with his foot, and said to me: "Here, Ida, here is a support for our feet, which will at least save us from a fall;" and, confident in this support so well met, we no longer feared to tread the embalmed moss which served us as a wild divan. I looked at him like one of those figures from a long dream, which the day suddenly shows and illuminates, and which we recognise with all the anxiety and all the troubles of the dream. It's him, though; it's definitely him, I said to myself; I can tell by the glory shining on his forehead, by the pressure of his powerful hand, which is as recognisable as his glory.

Thinking more of the hero than of my love, of the captain needed for his army than of the man needed for my heart, I shuddered fearfully at the thought of this isolation in a country so full of dangers, where a warrior's halt might unexpectedly be surprised by the dagger or bullet of partisans; in a country where hatred of the French name reverberates and watches from mountain to mountain. I felt guilty exposing to these perils, beneath such a great man, a life so dear and so beautiful, that informed assassins could cut it short. It was only a quick thought, but a vivid and gripping one, which, disturbing my thoughts, made me cling tightly to Ney, and as I let out this stifled whisper: "Ney, my friend, let's not stay here; let's go away." - "No, no," he replied, holding me back; "where else would we be, without witnesses to a happiness that I have rediscovered, and which needs solitude and mysterious effusion?" I looked at him with surprise at these words, but with delight, for I was as happy as I was astonished to have remained so dear to him. Never had Ney's face seemed more expressive, never had his looks been more eloquent, never had his words been more intoxicating.

If this was a modern-day AU, this would be the perfect moment for Ney’s phone to ring and for one infuriated Soult to ask why the F he was not receiving any news from Ney’s troops in Galicia. As it was, Ida’s little tête-à-tête with her one-and-only Ney could continue.

At the sight of the security imprinted on the warrior's features, I regained a similar security; there are those moments when everything you feel gives way to everything you inspire. Oh, what inexpressible delights this happiness given by a great man was! Our hearts, separated by such a long time and such long distances, seemed never to have parted, and tasted the pleasure of a similar conviction and an equal sharing of emotions. A new fear came to suspend the enchantment and give it, as it were, all the price of a victory. The reverse side of the ravine which had received us sloped down very rapidly; the trunk of the tree which supported the effort of our feet, a solid yet powerless support, suddenly gave way and broke at the very moment when, immersed as we both were in the rapture of an intimate conversation […]

Listen, it was a conversation, okay? They were only chatting! Intimately chatting!

[…], we had forgotten even the possibility of such a peril, from which Ney's presence of mind and prodigious strength alone saved us: With one hand he seized the branches of the bush that had sheltered us; with the other he pressed and held me violently against him; and, thanks to this struggle, we were able to regain our breath, escape the precipice, and manage to get back to our horses.

I really do not want to know how his aides would have tried to explain the fact that their marshal had fallen into the abyss and to his death while having an intimate conversation. Or why his pants were still up on the cliff...

But if any of the artists out there are looking for inspiration...

Speaking of Ney’s aides, one of them, Levavasseur, in his memoirs has this to say about Ida’s apperance in Spain:

It was at Banos that I saw a French woman arrive on horseback and ask for Marshal Ney. It was the woman who has since called herself la Contemporaine. This woman soon disappeared; what she says about the Marshal in her memoirs is pure invention.

Levavasseur: Don’t you believe what that woman wrote about Ney, she’s a total liar! Besides, she was only with us for a very short time…

But the funniest thing is his casual report on why Ida probably had to leave again so quickly: Ney was already occupied otherwise.

During this trip, the marshal took a tender interest in the duchess; one of my comrades had declared himself the knight of the eldest daughter, and I myself protected the youngest […]

I can’t help but think that the interest the general staff of this army corps was showing to all things female was overly excessive even by French standards… - Wait, what’s that? Oh, another missed phone call for Marshal Ney. Marshal Soult wants to discuss priorities in war times...

#napoleon's marshals #michel ney #ida saint-elme #peninsular war #galicia 1809 #happy belated birthday