So now that my birthday is getting closer I thought that it would be a great opportunity to spread some love with you all!! I’ve been in this site for almost two years and well it’s time for a giveaway I guess 👀
I’ll pick 2 winners. They will receive a digital commission of mine for free. Do you want to see your beloved OC in my style, your fave fandom character maybe, or even a portrait of yourself? That’ll be my gift to you! Be sure to check this link first, thank you <3
How do I participate? That’s quite simple. Each reblog is an entry. No giveaway/empty blogs. The more you reblog this post, the better your chances!
Must I be following you? No, although I’d appreciate that. I know some of you’ll follow me and then unfollow when this event ends. Anyways, followers’ entries count double. Just saying!
How will the winners be chosen? I’ll use an online random generator to pick the winners.
How long does this event last? The giveaway will run until Sunday, 30th April (it my birth <3) 23:00 GMT+1
The winners must respond within 24 hours or else another person will be picked. Keep your inbox open, guys!
I apologize for the humungo post, I wanted all the images together in a master post instead of separate installments.
Remember the Jedi Knight Japanese Dictionary I posted about, with the artists Chifuyu Sasaki and Naoko Kawano? Well, @ciette on tumblr actually purchased the book (so lucky!) and was so kind in letting me see the inside by scanning all the A/P images. I haven’t gotten the book myself yet (I will someday, hopefully) but getting these scans was a major relief as I’m not all over the place wondering what I was missing out on. To top it off, it was right near my birthday; such a great gift! I wanted to post these one the 16th but circumstances made it too difficult. I’m just happy all over. I did my best; ran them through lots of filters, and with some personal touches, I think I just about re-created the look as they are in the book.
I lose it at this line, tears building and wetting my eyes. Not because it’s from a favorite play or a favorite piece of literature, but because these words belong solely to him. I stood in a wedding dress. I stood right across from him, from that rising grin, and he whispered, So long as I may be living, I live with you. The strength of his vows beats inside my veins. I reply what I replied nearly three years ago, “In spirit and in mind, I live with you.”
“When?,“ the wolf raised an eyebrow “What is this bullshit Stiles! is Scott part of this?“ He stood up to look at the teen in the eye which was weird. Stiles was taller than him. he looked older. and his clothes. they were ancient.
“Stiles?,” Stiles said his eyes almost glowed golden as a grin grew on his face “that is his name isn’t it? The one who bears my features in your time?“ he circled around the wolf to inspect him closer. “What do you mean my time?,” Derek growled but the man didn’t even flinch, instead he pulled at the wolf’s sleeves to inspect the material“Stiles!”
“i am not your friend wolf, maybe my ancestors are but currently we are no more than strangers” Sti-, the man stated as he pulled a flask out of his leather bag.
“what are you talking ab-” Derek was not able to finish the sentence because the flask flew in his direction, breaking at his feet and releasing some kind of red mist. making the Wolf dizzy and sleepy.
“I’ll explain it all to you wolf,” a shadow loomed over him as he hit the ground “but first, i must make sure you are not dangerous,” his eyelids felt heavy and the world fell dark “sleep well Wolf“
@stilesanddereka gift for the best gift in the world! am sorry am so late Rue i hope u had a great birthday and that this year will be great to u♥ please accept this sorcerer!Stiles and time traveler!Derek.
Summary: Sometimes a lazy morning in bed with Dean is all you need…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 906 (I stand by my decision to call this a drabble lol)
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff.
Author’s Note: This is just a little something I wrote for @escabell‘s birthday. My dear friend, Sandee, you are an absolute, overwhelmingly giving angel that loves with everything you got and I’m happy you found my fic and became friends with me. Happy birthday! <3
And to all of you reading this, enjoy and have a great day <3
Walking up next to
Dean Winchester is a gift.
Whether it’s on an
insanely early morning or just on a lazy day, the way his warmth seeps into
your skin or the way you’re woven together, limbs and edges blended so
perfectly, overwhelms you with serenity and makes your heart flutter unevenly like you’re a schoolgirl on her first real date with a boy.
Most of the times,
he’s the first one to wake up, so, he gawks for a while, takes in all the
little things he loves about you and then, after a few silent minutes of
morning bliss, he strokes your hair lightly and greets you with a forehead
kiss and ‘morning, sweetheart.
Today though, he’s
still asleep when your eyes flutter open, so you settle closer to him, enjoying
the way the sunlight dances on your bare skin, and let your gaze roam over his
and soft when he’s sleeping, rugged edges giving way to innocence and youth,
olive skin almost golden in the morning glow and freckles darker than usual.
It’s a fascinating
thing to see, one that makes you fall in love with him all over again, and you
grin, prop yourself on your elbow and start peppering his face with
Happy birthday to my wonderful friend @in-apricity and also @tvoom!!!! Have a great day with your dearest people, a lot of gifts,a pancake cake and lots of sun ☀️! Thank you for all your support and inspiration! Lots of love,Jacqui ♥️
“All I want is to feel the water. With my skin, my eyes, my soul… To never doubt what it makes me feel. Believe in myself. Don’t resist the water. Welcome it. We accept one another.” For the lovely @sekigannn, Happy Beleted Birthday Zimah!
A/N: This is my birthday gift to my darling Stephie, @torn-and-frayed. I don’t do mushy, but here goes: you are awesome, and as I’ve told you… you’re the reason I started tumbrling and writing and I’m so glad we started talking. Hope you have a great birthday, dude.
“What the hell is all this?”
As soon as you stepped through the Bunker door you knew something was up. Well, in truth you’d known all day. Dean had sent you out of town with a weird list of supplies and had been dodging your calls all day. You knew he was up to something, you just didn’t know what. Until now.
Your fingers gripped the metal rail as you leaned over the balcony, looking down into the War Room. It was definitely a sight to behold. The air was filled with bright blue balloons, some tied to chairs in bunches, others flying free against the high ceiling. The glowing table was filled with groups of various items, and Dean Winchester stood by the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a rather nervous grin.
“Y/N,” he greeted as you descended the steps quickly, “Happy birthday, baby.”
“What did you do?” you laughed as Dean grabbed your hips and lifted you down the last two steps to stand beside him.
He kissed your cheek and motioned towards the table, holding your hand as he led you over to it. “Well, I know you were kind of freaking out about turning thirty, so I thought I would show you that thirty can be good.”
Summary: You and Prince James Buchanan Barnes are arranged to get married to unite your kingdom, Haevan, and his kingdom, Dedrican, together. But Prince James is in love with someone else, to be specific, the Duke of Dedrican and his longtime best friend, Steven Grant Rogers. Let’s just say that this whole situation is royally screwed.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
“Tommy, you can not come in here!” I heard Polly shout. My vision was blurry and I was sweating everywhere. Blood stained the bed I was laying on. I could see Tommy trying to fight his way through the group of men holding him back, just to get to me.
A/N: Happy Birthday, Hermione Granger!! This is just a fluffy little one shot that came to me as a sweet, fluffy little plot bunny about three hours ago. It may induce cavities. It is also a shameless wave to my #pittp crew!
It had started in third year, a LOT of things
started in third year come to think of it. Her 14th birthday had been very
uneventful, even as her birthdays went. The Grangers had never been one to make
a fuss over birthdays, so Hermione really never missed anything by not being
home. She was not like her dorm mates who dramatically announced their
birthdays loudly for weeks before the actual date and squealed in
excitement when they received magical packages full of completely frivolous
gifts. So first and second year passed without anyone, including her best
friends, knowing when her birthday even was.
It may have stayed that way indefinitely if it
hadn’t been for Crookshanks. When she saw him in the store, she knew
immediately how she wanted to spend her birthday money. He was perfect: all
ginger fur and attitude and an intelligence that she couldn’t quite explain again,
a LOT of things started in third year. But when the store owner gave her
the price, and Hermione laid the money out without even flinching, she couldn’t
help but notice Ron’s expression. It was a look that made her feel like she did
when Malfoy made some snide comment about his robes or his family, so she
quickly blurted out, “My parents gave me this money as an early birthday
present!” She hoped that it would help soothe his feelings, but instead she
could almost hear him thinking, “Ten whole galleons for your birthday! You
really are spoiled!”
Of course Ron Weasley wasn’t really thinking
that, but it did still shock him that her family seemed to have so much extra.
But, in a moment of blossoming maturity, he decided to focus on what she had
“Your birthday, when is it?”
“Of this month?”
He nodded at her, and before she knew it they
were bickering about the merits, or lack thereof, of her new pet. By the time the
19th arrived, she had all but forgotten that she had even told him about it. It
was a Sunday, but thanks to her massive course load she was swamped with extra
work. She avoided using the Turner unless she could absolutely not avoid it;
she had been warned to use it sparingly because there could be side effects, so
she spent most of the day literally up to her eyebrows in books and assignments
in the library.
As she furiously scribbled revisions on her
Arithmancy essay, a short piece of parchment drifted over her stack of texts
and landed in front of her surprised face. Lifting her head quickly, she could
see no traces of life; the rest of the library’s patrons had cleared out hours
ago. When she examined the piece of paper she found that it was some kind of
homemade card. It was folded (somewhat unevenly for her perfectionist tastes)
and bore “Happy Birthday” in large sloping letters on the front. Opening
it she found an illustration of what appeared to be Crookshanks looking into a
crystal ball with the caption, “I see that it’s your birthday. Hope it’s
purr-fect.” She laughed before she could help herself, and Ron came around
the closest shelf holding a small bundle, grinning broadly.
“You are the only person that I have ever met
that would voluntarily spend their birthday in a library,” he sat down beside
her, offering her what he carried.
“Hmph…just because I was born on this day
doesn’t mean I should get behind on my revisions,” she tried to keep her tone
stern, but she was sure he could tell just how happy she was that he was there.
“Behind? Hermione Granger has never been behind
a day in her life! I bet you were even born early!”
“Well, actually…I was born three weeks before my
mother’s due date.”
“Oi! I was just joking, but it all makes sense
“Ha.ha.ha. So, did you come here to tease me or
“Nope…that was just a bonus. I came to bring
you that,” he motioned over at what he had sat on the table, “It’s not a gift
or anything…I mean…it’s just that I haven’t been anywhere to buy you
anything,” his face started to go a little red.
She interrupted, “Of course not, honestly,
birthdays are not a big deal to me, the card was great!”
“You liked it?”
“Crookshanks has never looked better!”
“Well, good…I also brought you something to
eat. You weren’t at dinner, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t go starving
yourself. And I got you a few birthday biscuits! I would have gotten you cake,
but you like biscuits better…and cake is hard to carry cause the frosting gets all smushed and…well, any way: cheers!”
She could not believe, later as she drifted off
to sleep, just how great a birthday could be.
That had been the start of it. Every year the
gift she looked forward to most was Ron’s card. The drawings, which really did
show a talent that she could not believe he never showed off to anyone else,
were always something amusing and always included a clever caption. She kept
them all in a box in her trunk until the day she modified her parents’
memories. She could not bear the thought of them being lost or ruined on the hunt,
so she hid them in a secret, magical compartment in her bedroom before leaving
for the Burrow.
After their narrow escape from the Ministry,
Ron’s splinching, and the effects of the locket, Hermione had all but forgotten
about her birthday. And, had she remembered, she would have assumed that Ron
surely had more important things on his mind. So, imagine her surprise, her
unbridled joy, when she opened The Tales of Beadle the Bard on that one
particular Friday in September, to find the gift she wanted almost more
than any other because you really can’t wrap a kiss. The card, folded
much more beautifully than usual, with an extremely well drawn picture of their
tent, nestled in the pines, and the caption “No need to PINE, your birthday
will be divine.” She almost groaned aloud at the horrible pun, but stopped
short at the signature: Love, Ron.
I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.
A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living by elsablt
Vader: [text] u fool Vader: SERIOUSLY???? Obi-Wan: Ah. The package arrived then, I take it. Vader: yes Vader: this was a stupid move, old man. im SURE ill find a way to trace it back to wherever it is ur hiding. ill have my revenge soon. Obi-Wan: I’m not losing sleep over it given what I know about your detective skills, but if you say so. Obi-Wan: So do you like it? Vader: no its awful Obi-Wan: Ah, I suppose the Emperor gives you very lavish birthday gifts. It must seem a pathetic offering compared to what the great Lord Vader is used to by now. Vader: if he did itd be way better stuff than a stupid blanket Obi-Wan: Well, my apologies then, for wasting your time. I am going to retire for the evening now. Vader: why would u possibly do this. i knew you were hopeless but not this hopeless. Vader: like did u think after all these years id be like ‘ooooh obiwan remembered my birthday and sent me a really soft blanket in my favorite color OMG MAYBE I WAS WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH’ and that like all i really want is to find you because im so lonely????? thats honestly SO laughable kenobi omg Vader: we dont even celebrate my birthday here btw Vader: which is fine bc i dont even CARE about birthdays anymore. or anything. or anyone. Obi-Wan: I believe the parcel should have arrived with a return slip if you wish to send it back and get store credit. Vader: pfft i wouldnt waste my time so i guess ill probably just keep it Obi-Wan: All right. Obi-Wan: Good night, Anakin. [pause] Vader: gn obiwan