#happy birfday blue shift

[herzgeist-writes]

Garchu, Captain

A/N: A big garchu for my favorite danger mushroom! SO, I challenged myself to draw again - digital art is extremely new to me, but I guess I'll get the hang of it sooner or later. Anywho, happy birfday Trafs! ఌ

Fanart by me - more on my art blog @lunar-3scap3

Content: Mini scenario / As fluffy as Bepo's fuzzy ears / Did I insert myself right there? Yes. Yes I think I did.

"You guys . ."

Law freezes solid in place, the room he just stepped in unfolds in colourful splashes of confetti and loud cheers and party horns boom in his ears.

"Happy birthday Captain!"

The crew welcomes their aloof superior to the festivity dedicated to him. Everybody laughs and claps their hands in glee. Bepo gives the completely speechles white hat a big ol' bear hug and congratulates him wholeheartedly.

After hours of partying and socialising, Law is contemplating to either hit the hay or sink himself into studies, in attempt to rid that strange feeling emitting from his heart.

He assumes the latter to be the best of both options and makes it his task to learn every excisiting bone in the human body by heart. Again.

Blue shifts to black and the night engulfs the sea in complete darkness, and a doctor is still twirling his thumbs, hovering over every last letter of his medical papers, unable to sleep.

A soft knock against the metal door to his compartment tears him out of focus. Slowly opening it, already having an idea who he‘s about to meet at the doorframe, he sticks out his head:

"Yes?"

"May I come in?"

It‘s small little you, fluttering your lashes at him in anticipation. Oh boy. He gestures you to enter with an open arm, leading the way in. Inside his office and with the door now closed, you prepare to attack.

"Guess what I got you, Dr. Trafs!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, quit-"

"Tadaa!"

You hold out a teddy polar bear to him, giving it a tiny squeeze to prove it‘s plushness.

"Happy birthday, my favorite danger mushroom!"

"You must be joking, right?"

"No, he‘s all yours!"

Law inspects the polar bear plushie in his slender hands with highest of suspicion, the longer he stares it down, the more it‘s cuteness begins to grow on him. A shade of red slowly creeps over his face and his mouth opens, trying to speak, but only manages to bubble incoherent nonsense.

"I- don‘t know what to say. I- you-"

"Oh and I brought you this hoodie. Knew you‘d like the colour yellow, so!"

"Y-Yeah, that‘s-"

"OH and I got us tickets for the upcoming Sor-"

"(Y/n)-ya!"

He rips you out of your 'gift giving spree' by pressing your face into his chest, practically cutting off your air supply. The attempted murder forms into some sort of hug.

"Do you always have to go overboard?"

"Hmm, let me fink . . mhm, yef! I‘m obligated to do fo!"

Still pressed against his torso, your silly attest escapes you in a muffled, yet quite adorable manner. Thus you lift your head and throw a smug feline like grin at Law, to which he only responds with an exasperated groan.

"You’re such a pain, (Y/n)-ya . ."

"Oh hush, you love my pain!"

In entertainment he snorts:

"You wish."

Tangling yourself out of his stronghold, you continue where you left off.

"Anyway, I got us tickets for the upcoming Sora Con."

Law is flabbergasted and his arms shoot up to grab you by the shoulders.

"You did not?!"

"I did."

Internally screaming, the Captain barely keeps himself together, almost forgetting his manners.

"Thank you . . (Y/n)-ya."

With a subtle beckoning motion of your finger, you ask him to lean down to your level. Now his face only inches from yours, you rub your cheek against his. His raven sideburn tickling you.

"Glad you like it, Trafs."

Puzzled, Law turns to look at you.

"And what was that just now? It feels . . awkward."

"Can’t I love you in my own awkward way, Surgeon of Death? I thanked you the minken way."

"Didn’t say you couldn’t - but what are you thanking me for? You just assaulted me with presents. I don‘t under-"

Once more you snuggle up to him and . .

"Thank you - for being you. Garchu, Captain" ~ ♡

. . nibble his ear.

Error 404 - Law.exe stopped working. What a way to celebrate ones birthday.

#one piece #one piece law #law x reader #happy birthday law #one piece law chibi #one piece law fanart #emi's random ramblings

[rxbxlcaptain]

Happy Birthday!

As a birthday present for @thenewleeland (aka the demigod of the RebelCaptain fandom) I wrote this short fic in which I tried to combine a few of your favorite things (like Jyn and Cassian being happy after the war with their adorable children and lots of Jyn Erso appreciation... Couldn’t quite figure a good way to work penguins or soccer into this, so sorry about that). I hope you enjoy and that you have an excellent birthday! :D

AO3

“Papa, I can do it!”

“Maybe next year when you’re taller you can do it.”

Jyn groaned at the voices drifting down the hallway and into her bedroom. With her eyes still closed, Jyn pictured her husband and her daughter’s argument – “Discussion,” Cassian would say, “It’s only a discussion” – in the kitchen. Like Jyn had been as a child, and, Cassian had admitted, much like himself, Lyra was fiercely independent, self-assured and ready to take on every task in front of her, be that carrying their batch of supplies back from the local village, calming her two-year-old brother back to sleep, or creating her own breakfast in the kitchen, none of which were truly jobs designed for a seven-year-old.

With a heavy sigh, Jyn forced herself to sit up. Cassian wouldn’t want to wake her, but handling Lyra, especially if Antonio had already woken up, was a two-person job. After pulling a warmer sweater on, Jyn wandered down the hallway, following the smell of baking bread and the sound of Lyra’s chattering voice.

As Jyn entered the kitchen, a lazy yawn on her features, several things happened at once: Lyra’s babbling took on a frantic tone as she shouted “Papa!” at the top of her lungs; Cassian and Jyn both jumped to attention at the yell, Cassian spinning away from the stove, a dripping spatula still in hand, while Jyn took a few quick steps into the small room, eyes searching frantically for what could have distressed her; Antonio, who had been sitting in his chair happily rearranging blocks on the table top, startled at his sister’s yell, screwing up his face and letting out a loud wail of displeasure himself.

As Jyn rushed to pull Antonio into her arms and calm him down, Cassian turned to Lyra. “What is it? Did you see something?”

“Mama’s not supposed to be awake,” Lyra whispered, or, at least, gave the best proximity of a whisper that a seven-year-old could. Jyn shot Cassian a puzzled look which he met, slightly exasperated.

“Why should I not be awake?” Jyn asked, shifting Antonio higher in her arms as the toddler snuggled closer to her.

“Because it’s a surprise!” Lyra insisted, a Isn’t that obvious? tone in her voice.

“Birfday,” Antonio said, lifting his head and smiling at Jyn.

“What’s that?” Jyn asked as Lyra groaned and Cassian smirked.

“Mama’s birfday,” he repeated, a little louder this time.

Jyn turned towards Cassian, raising an eyebrow at him. “And this was your idea, I’m assuming?”

He lifted his hands in a display of innocence. “I only mentioned that your birthday was coming up. Lyra decided we should make you breakfast in bed.”

“Which,” Lyra piped up, marching over to Jyn with a stern look on her face. “Requires you to be in bed.”

“But if it’s my birthday, shouldn’t I get to choose what we do?” Jyn asked, which seemed to stump Lyra for a moment. Taking advantage of her hesitation, Jyn turned towards Cassian and asked, “You do remember I was born on Vallt, right? There’s no easy way of converting their calendar to here on Aria Prime. You couldn’t possibly know today is my birthday.”

“I approximated,” Cassian shrugged, kissing her cheek. “And then Lyra got excited about the plan, so I couldn’t deprive her of that.”

Jyn laughed. Their children were both Jyn and Cassian’s weak spot; if the kids wanted something to happen, ultimately, it would.

“Besides,” Cassian continued, “You deserve a nice day off.”

Jyn shook her head, the smile still gracing her lips. “Could you explain the concept of a ‘day off’ to me? Not sure I ever really understood the mechanics of it.”

Cassian flashed her a wide smile. “Why don’t you sit down, let us make breakfast and I’ll explain the process through the day?”

“I can do that.” Jyn nodded towards Lyra, who hovered just outside the oven, watching whatever was inside. “Do you want me to keep an eye on her for you?”

“And deprive me of my assistant? She’s essential in the kitchen.”

“Papa?” Lyra called then, worry turning up the edges of her voice. “I think you should check on this.”

Both Jyn and Cassian inhaled and, upon noticing the hint of smoke filling the air, Cassian hurried over to the stove. “Don’t worry about it, Jyn. I’ve got it under control.”

“I’m certain you do,” Jyn said with an eye roll. “Do you think Papa can handle it?” she asked Antonio, tickling his side lightly. Antonio nodded, an eager grin that reminded Jyn so much of Cassian on his face. She took Antonio back to the kitchen table – no matter how much Cassian assured her he and Lyra were fine in the kitchen, she wanted to stay close by, in case the seven-year-old’s curious fingers got the better of her and ended up somewhere they shouldn’t be – and played with him while Cassian attempted to salvage the breakfast rolls. Lyra reminded her several times not to pay attention to what she and Cassian were doing, since it was a surprise, after all.

Lyra helped Cassian carry plates and glasses to the table, and after Cassian insisted that Jyn didn’t get up to help them, Lyra was quick to echo his sentiments.

“Just relax,” he insisted, and Jyn would make a dramatic show of relaxing, leaning back into the chair and letting her arms flop beside her, earning a high-pitched giggle from the kids.

By the time Lyra announced that breakfast was ready, a spread of fluffy rolls and local berries and freshly squeezed juice.

“I’m so glad you know how to cook,” Jyn told Cassian as she sat down.

“One of us needed to,” he teased before grimacing. “Though I’m sorry about the rolls. They got burnt while we dealt with the minor crisis of you waking up.”

Jyn picked up one of the rolls, biting into its crispy exterior. “It’s not burnt. It’s slightly toasted,” she assured him, giving him a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

Turning to the children, Cassian prompted, “And what do you say to Mama?”

With wide smiles – Lyra’s stained blue from the berries – they cried, “Happy birthday, Mama!”

“You practiced that, didn’t you?” Jyn asked Cassian.

He responded with a kiss on her forehead and a whispered, “Happy birthday, Jyn.”

#I hope you enjoy :) #happy birthday Lee!!! #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptain #domestic au #kat writes #thenewleeland

[shine-by-night]

anonymous  asked:

(-throws one in for shine-by-night / Starr!) "I would use the blue thing."

medical-fox  answered:

SKYRIM STARTERS (ACCEPTING)

@shine-by-night

【☠️】- “Well, it’s a good thing I ain’t you, then,” Fox replied with a bit of a wry smirk. She flipped her foxtail hair with such grace, showing how much she cared—which was little. The Skull Admin wasn’t the type to take advice from someone she didn’t know, let alone someone outside of the Skull gang.

“Look, there ain’t a point in using the blue power-up when I got the step up from that already,” she said pointing a finger at the screen in the display case. The other shoppers at the game store would have all stared if they didn’t know any better. But it was a skull, so they tried to pretend they didn’t hear or weren’t interested. Everyone knows that if you give the Skulls attention, they eat it up.

And Fox finished the level, and it was a record time. On the display version of the game. She clapped her hands and rose her arms into the air, her blue lips puckered out in triumph. “Ohhh, yeah! Go, Fox, its ya birfday!” she began to do the cabbage patch dance right there in the middle of the store.

Starr squints at the display, shifting the Pikachu in her arms so that she can lean in for a better look - but carefully, so that she’s not putting herself between the unfamiliar Skull and the screen. “Ugh, is this the version they patched so you can’t double up on them anymore? Last time I was here, they were still running the original.” Her nose wrinkles as she straightens. Well, that’s a shame.

It’s not long before her usual sunny demeanor returns, though; the impromptu dance bringing a round of laughter. Not laughing at, at least; she’s just one of those people who’s happy to see other people happy, too. The Pikachu claps its tiny paws, cheeks sparkling. “Pika!”

[ Short response, but I got invited to an alpaca farm so now my head’s full of alpacas! >.> ]

#{{IC}} #muse: kairo starr #guestmuse: fox #medical-fox #v: transit // down to earth #thread: life's a game

[canis-literatus]

When my eyes open again, I find myself in bed. In a room painted in white, with a bare minimum of decor and furniture beyond the bed. As my sense hone, with my gradual awakening, I am pleased to find myself awakening to the wonderful sensation of a blowjob. In my mind, I think about how that's a pretty wild way to thank someone for being there, and trying to help them relax. But, if that's what Delilah wanted to do, I'm not going to complain. I slowly sit up, and watch for a moment while the blanket bobs up and down with the motion. I smile at the muffled slurping sounds. I move one hand to over the blanket, where the bobbing is, and help guide the pace. This in turn leads to further ante upping with the sensations. I lay back, without moving my hand, and just savor the feeling. I close my eyes as I feel my release build. As my climax draws quickly closer, I can feel the bobbing going fast, and can hear louder sucking noises. At the point of my orgasm, I have one hand on the blanket holding it tightly to me, while every last drop is sucked from me.

I open my eyes again. Staring at the ceiling, I begin to feel movement. I sit up slightly, and see movement under the blanket. Eventually a beautiful, blonde-haired, green-eyed woman slides her way out from under the blanket. She smiles at me, and subtly wipes her mouth with her finger. She's a vision. Her soft pink lips and green eyes make an interesting contrast against her light complexion. The soft yellow nightgown flows from it's slender straps, down her torso, and stops just around her knee. I'm caught in admiring her, when she speaks up and shatters the silence.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

"Uh. Hi."

"I know it's your birthday, so I figured I'd give you a bit of a treat."

"Yeah. Thank you."

She winks, "You're welcome."

I look at her a bit confusedly, "So, why am I having trouble placing you?"

"You shouldn't, honey, I'm your wife."

"My wha...?"

"Yeah. We've been married a few years now. Are you okay? Do you have amnesia or something?"

"No, I just haven't been feeling well. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. A man of your advanced years should know that the memory is the first thing to go," she joked. She crawled up on the bed next to me, and wraps an arm around me. "I love you, Deano."

"Advanced years? I'm not that old!"

"No honey. You're just turning 42. You've still got a few good years left in ya."

She gets up, opens the bedroom door, and walks out. She very soon returns to the bedroom with a card, a small wrapped box, and two kids in tow with wrapped boxes of their own. One is a little boy, and the other is his big sister. Interestingly, the little boy's wrapping paper is a yellow color, almost banana hued. The girl's wrapping paper is blue gingham. Everyone hands me my gifts, then the kids get up on the bed to hug me, and sit next to me. At that moment, I'm aware of my nakedness, and how I was just given a blowjob not minutes before. I quickly adjust the blanket in my lap, to keep from revealing more than they need to see.

The little boy hands me his first, and gives me a hug, "Love you, daddy! Happy birfday!"

I pull the little card from the box, it reads, in clearly adult handwriting, "Happy birthday, daddy! I love you! Love, Bill" with his scrawl for a signature. I wrap an arm around him, and kiss the top of his head. Then I start to unwrap the box. After getting all of the wrapping paper off, I find a plain box. I open the box to find a coffee mug. I lift the coffee mug out of the box, and take a look at it. It's a photo of both of my kids.  

"S'for your work," Bill pipes up.

"He made it so you would have some place to put your pens, at work," my wife says.

I put the mug back in the box, "Thanks kiddo, I love it."

The little girl hands me hers next.

I pull the little card from the box, it reads, in messy child handwriting, "Happy birthday daddy! I love you! Love, Minnie." I wrap an arm around Minnie and kiss the top of her head. I start unwrapping her gift. Once I get to the plain box under the paper, I open it to find a little owl statue.

"I got it for your desk too, daddy," Minnie says.

"Thank you, hon. I love it."

My wife speaks up, "Okay kids, you can go back to playing. GIve daddy hugs."

The kids give me hugs, then bolt from the bedroom. My wife gets up on the bed next to me, and hands me the card first. "I wanted to get you something amazing, I hope you enjoy it. Love you, Your Ava." I lean over and kiss Ava's cheek. I commence to opening her gift. Inside there's a mp3 player.

I pick up the mp3 player, "What's this?"

"I went out and got all of your albums digitally copied, and had them put on this, so you can take them with you to listen to, anywhere."

"That's amazing. Thank you." I lean over and give her a big hug and kiss.

"You deserve an amazing birthday, my darling."

"Well, between you and the kids, I'm speechless. Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Ava shifts in the bed and lays down against me. And takes my arm and wraps it around her, and pulls me down to where I am spooning her. And we both just relax and melt into each other, in that moment. My eyes gradually close again. And slowly, my awareness fades, with Ava pressing her body against mine, and my arm wrapped around her.

As my eyes open again, I feel myself laying with a naked body pressed against me. The hair I see is dark. I start to shift to get more comfortable. Which leads to Delilah shifting. I move to laying on my back, and she rolls over so she can drape a leg over mine, and press her body into my side. Her hand starts on my chest then gradually slides down to my waist. I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Trying to process the dream I had just had. And wondering if there's some sort of connection between the two kids in my dream, and the weird things that have been happening.

Eventually, Delilah stirs. She realises how she's laying against me, and blushes. With the way her hair is falling in her face, she looks adorable. She kisses my chest and sleepily says, "Good morning."

"Morning."

Delilah snuggles up to me more. She's let go of all pretense of her state, and how she felt last night. "You're really good to me, Dean. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Delilah. You're my friend. I love you." I roll over just enough to kiss Delilah's shoulder. I then move to get out of bed. I stand there, naked next to the bed, looking for my clothes. Delilah shifts over toward me to watch me get dressed. "Let's get dressed and get some breakfast. Then make our plan."

Delilah slides out of bed, and stands adjacent to me, "That's a good idea. I'm hungry."

I study her body, her curves, her skin, the imperfections. I study it all. I appreciate the sight before me, but I'm more focused on food. I pull my clothes on, and hear her whimper slightly as I put my clothes. Apparently she was doing the same. She pulls a sundress on, and finds herself a pair of sandals, and she's ready to go. Not fair. I wish it were that easy for me.

We get ourselves some breakfast. I get some cereal. Delilah has a muffin. And we make idle chatter while eating our breakfast. We don't really have a solid plan. Especially since we have to fix the car. So we elect to just hang out and just lay low.