a very belated birthday present

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“Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.” (x)

Happy (belated) birthday sweet newtongirl!!

As always, I’m very sorry about the delay (2015 must be the year I deliver birthday presents very late) but I hope you will still enjoy this married MakoHaru comic through their live because I know you appreciate domestic/married MH as much as I do (*ノωノ) 

I’d have loved to draw the whole poem but, too long, not for me ;_;

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/USE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

The world shrank, and grew, and came to life.
⤿ created for @greenopalus. text from @piedrpiper’s “come to me”.

“Haunted”

A belated birthday present for my very good friend @beccadrawsstuff, who wished for something involving any of her OCs. I decided to do something with her character Phuong, Tucker’s eventual wife. Happy Birthday Becs! Sorry this was so late!


“Oh hun. Nobody warned you about Amity before you moved here, did they?”


Phuong was already having second thoughts about calling that number Linh had given her. The woman who answered Fenton Works’ main line was disarmingly chipper, and seemed to accept Phuong’s stuttered, embarrassed explanation of the situation without an ounce of skepticism. 

“I don’t usually work the phones but we’re actually kind of short staffed at the moment,” Phuong had already forgotten her name. Something with an ‘i’? “It doesn’t sound like bloody threats on the wals or ectoplasm clogging the sink level of haunting; we can get a guy over to you tomorrow afternoon, about eleven. Is that okay?”

No, it was perfectly fine. Just the right amount of time for Phuong to hang up and feel foolish for being desperate and jumpy and gullible enough to resort to this, no matter how many times Linh tried to explain it to her. There were so many logical, non-paranormal explanations that made sense, considering her circumstances. Moving to an unfamiliar town, new apartment with its own quirks and night-noises, she wasn’t used to living alone. It had only been two months since the funeral. 

She still had a little camp-out in the living room with her laptop, armored with blankets and the tried and true childhood defense against all manner of monsters by leaving every light on, electric bill be damned. Because she was an adult, dammit.

The pendulum had swung again by morning, frazzled and on edge from yet another sleepless night, the back of her neck prickling with the constant, persistent sensation of not being Alone. She almost jumped out of her skin when the intercom buzzed. 

Past the point of caring, Phuong answered the door with her hair uncombed since yesterday, still wearing sweats and a t-shirt. She didn’t know what she expected- Bill Murray? (preferable) a shifty guy in a tacky redone exterminator’s jumpsuit but for ghosts? (likely) Kate McKinnon? (If only).

….a handsome man with tied-back dreadlocks and a tacky but endearing Pacific Rim t-shirt?

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Hung Up on You

Ship: Roy/Ed

Rating: PG-13 for pottymouth Ed

Summary: Colonel Edward Elric is pleased to have snapped up the latest alchemical genius to join the military, but for reasons more than his abilities.  And though Roy Mustang may be a looker, he’s got an adorable awkwardness to him that Ed just wants to…

Well, eat up.

Notes: VERY VERY VERY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY DARLING @gettibucket THAT TOOK FOR GODDAMN EVER TO FINISH BUT I HOPE U LIKE BB!!!!!

“Boss?”

Ed chewed on the end of the pen, the words vaguely penetrating his concentration as he stared at the capelet obnoxiously obscuring his vision.  His eyes narrowed slightly, and he wondered, if he asked to borrow it…

“Boss.”

Ed finally tore his eyes away from that regrettably covered ass, removing the pen from his mouth and dragging his gaze over to Havoc, grimacing.

“What?”

Havoc glanced in the direction that Ed had just been ogling, raising an eyebrow and lowering his voice.  “Could you be any more obvious?”

“Probably,” Ed deadpanned back, utterly unrepentant.  “Have you seen him when he talks to me?  I haven’t seen someone trip over their own two feet so much since Elicia was learning to walk.”

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La Vie En Rose

For my wonderful and @solbabydraws. A very belated birthday present but still I hope you like it my dear, this only means your birthday gets to last longer! I hope you liked it dear <3 I couldn’t have posted this fic without the help of @scriptorsapiens @quietlykeen and @somethingmorecreative1 who are the reason this fic has proper grammar and makes sense. You guys are a the real MVP.


Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens

The November sun was hiding behind the clouds, making the sky look grey and sad, but Annabeth was feeling everything but grey and sad. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the mix of the different smells around her: flowers, pastries, coffee, and so many more that she could not identify. The strongest of them all was the smell of the ocean. Which would have been out of place in the middle of Parisian market, if it wasn’t for the boy, man, standing next to her and holding her hand. Annabeth opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend, who was currently checking the selection of vegetables in front of them, and couldn’t help but smile. They were in Rue Cler, one of the oldest street markets in Paris. Percy had wanted to buy fresh ingredients for dinner and Annabeth had been more than happy to take him to the market. It was a way for her to show off the city she had fallen in love with.  

She was currently studying abroad, spending the first half of her junior year of college at the University of Kent, in Paris, while learning all about the architecture of the city. She had been in the city since late August, and she have been loving every moment. They only thing she hadn’t really been loving was being away from Percy. This had been the longest time they had been apart since she got him back after Hera kidnapped him. And while they were finally getting better, their PTSD finally as controlled as it was going to be (she still had sessions with her therapist, but now it was once every few weeks and it was mostly for control) she had missed him. Missed waking up next to him, something she had gotten accustomed after they had move in together during their sophomore year at Cornell and Ithaca.

A few days ago Percy had surprised her at her apartment door, jetlagged and tired after a 7 hour plane ride but ready to catch her after she had decided the most appropriate response was throwing herself at him. He had somehow managed to steal a week away from college to go and visit her. Jason had already been flying to Rome on some official Pontifex Maximus business, and Percy decided to come along and stay in Paris while Jason took another plane to Rome. After all, the only way Percy could be on an airplane was if a child of Zeus was on it too.  

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This is a very belated birthday present for @badwolf626 I swear I started this before your birthday, but ragweed pollen and anxiety got the better of me and I crawled into a hole and didn’t want to come back out ^^;; This is her Ryder, Kira with everyone’s favorite smuggler Reyes Vidal :3 I hope you like it and I hope it looks like her! Thank you for being my friend, and chatting with me this past year+ ^^ You’re so awesome and sweet, and guys, if you don’t follow her, please do! :D Again happy belated birthday, my friend x3