#Happy birthday mori

[nonhumen]

anonymous : Dazai is Mori your father?

what an odd question, though not completely out of the ordinary all things considered. but it is still one that makes dazai laugh. he smiles brightly and yet there is something terrifyingly cold in his demeanor. " that man hasn't the faintest idea how to be a father. "

and maybe that is why he was the only one capable of raising dazai. he was the only one capable of bringing forth potential from the shell of a child. he turned a hollowed-out heart into a weapon. he turned a vaguely-human-shaped thing into a demon. he is every part that dazai hates about himself. and yet, when he looks into his heart, he finds fondness in there no matter how much he tries to burn it away and cover it with the flames of anger and hatred. how disgusting.

[antikr1sta]

i hope you have the worst day imaginable

(special edition of the "making this idiot wear my clothes" saga)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Happy birthday boyo. Your weird family is celebrating about as normally as can be expected.

[kawaiialeisha]

Starii and Mori being cute goobers 💫

Happy Birthday @dianacoreexe !!

(It was actually her birthday on the 17th… shhhhhhh…….)

This took a while to render but yippee!! It’s them!! REJOICE!!!!!!!!

[cr1ms0nesp3ra-ac3]

Guess what today it is!?

That's right! Happy Birthday to me!!! :D

Shoutout to my friendzies and moots:

@callme-adam-iguess @mozzarella-ds @shapeshivvter @corelex @alcedeerie @xxl1ghtxx @kurushimiangel @dreamybasil @sammysundaee @foxett @soul-has-left-the-chat @stareulogy @starcoreboy @kaddyssammlung

LOVE U ALL SO SO MUCH!!!

[randomfoggytiger]

"You Follow Your Heart, and It'll Take You Where You're Supposed to Go"

Happy belated birthday, @thursdayinspace! Hope this little post-cancer arc fic hits the spot~.

*****

Scully could think about it, now that the danger was past.

She luxuriously meditated in the quiet hours, stretching her aching limbs under layers of silk and satin, linen and patches until the bed became too constricting and her apartment too lonely; then, she toted that thought with her to Mulder’s apartment where he would greet her with etched worry lines and a wisecrack for her especial amusement. She’d been tempted to open the topic with him-- to take advantage of this freeness that floated heady and relieved and excited between them. But she sensed her partner’s toppled equilibrium: he, too, was still healing. 

Instead, she tucked up her feet and leaned back her head and closed her eyes and started, again, from the beginning. 

Cancer-- a word second only to tumor in its ugliness. Her nose would bleed, she would call Mulder, and they would force Skinner’s permission to investigate her disease as a case. She would still call her mother. 

Melissa, Scully decided, would have called her first. Her older sister, always right behind little Dana during the best and worst moments of their lives, always inescapably in-tune with her tragedies-- With your spirit, Dana, Missy'd said once when both girls were still mystified by the unknown. 

Melissa would have called, forced the truth out of her, and insisted on driving or flying or backpacking to the facility where she’d been treated. Would have brought blankets and teas and improbable potions, and would have scolded and ranted about Scully having already given up. “You’re still alive, Dana. You’re here because you want to live-- why aren’t you fighting this?” And they would have fought and been impossible; and Melissa would have voiced their fear openly. She, too, would have trusted and hoped in Scanlon. 

Penny would've died, and Scully would've determined to survive; and Melissa would have arrived with their mother in the morning to drive her home. Scully, a dreamland away, could feel her sister’s gentle grip and hear her whispered, “Welcome back” as Maggie efficiently packed up the room and dashed at a tear. 

The months would flow by in fits and starts, work and immunotherapy and denial consuming most of her time. Mulder and Missy would eat up the rest. Dog years and weekly sister nights and Navy brother birthday cards would pepper her existence, would justify her blithe acceptance of Eddie van Blundht’s friendly farce. 

B-L-U-N-D-H-T. What would her sister have thought of that? Scully inhaled sharply; held, then released her breath slowly. She’d never have told Melissa.

Her musings were usually cut short. Today, it was the scuffle of Mulder’s socks.

She knew he’d seen her when his noises stopped and he began to pad, not drag, his feet across the floor. Deciding to save him the trouble of natural assumptions and stifled noises, Scully popped open one eye, looked up at him keenly. 

“Catch some beauty sleep?” Mulder teased-- a decent cover, if his grin hadn't widened with awed gratitude. The inconvenience of her convalescence seemed so small compared to life’s rediscovered joys. 

“Mm, a nice one,” Scully admitted; and let her eyes slip close to catch a lingering glimpse of Melissa’s smile.

*****

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic.

[blacknwhitemood]

Happy 62 <3 <3 <3

[lordrandreaming]

CW: Mpreg

(Hehehoho what I do best >:3 more under the cut 💜💙💚💛❤)

Messmer only has himself to blame, for such a incident as this occurring. The improbability of it all is staggering, and yet.. He's here, isn't he?

He can't even remember how it happened, or who. To Messmer, he is no creator of life. He takes it. Without regret. But there it is, the ever so subtle swell of his abdomen. All the changes his body is going through were warning signs of what's to come for him..

He's not sure how he knows exactly.. But he is certain there is a small, feeble thing which had been planted within himself. Messmer has no doubts, that should he see this through, he'll birthe an abomination.

Yet, he can't bring himself to end it.. He's attached, through a veil of loneliness. His vision is warped.. But he perceives this blessing of sin as something he should tend to. Maybe the fates design isn't so cruel..

He alone, will rear and raise this child. They will never step out of his sight.. No matter if they are an abomination of shadow, or no. Messmer will keep them in his sights at all times. He will kill whatever it takes, to ensure their safety.

He was ill, for the first portion. Completely unaware what he has done, and what occurs behind the wall of his abdomen. He just believed simply, that he caught illness.

Clearly.. With his abdomen rounding out, his chest becoming sore and supple, Messmer tired faster- and he didn't like it the longer it went on for.

He didn't accept it, ignoring such changes until it was unable to be denied.

He has no choice in the end to accept it, taking it as his personal goal to see this through,no matter what. Of course he could just rid himself of such a burden, but yet.. With every thought like that, his eye would begin to wet uncontrollably. He doesn't understand why this is, what withholds him from doing so..

Punishment or no, Messmer chooses to see it through. Every hour of every day, he ensured that the little heart within him was still beating.

It came, soft, and fast. A tiny pitter patter in his ears, when he focused solely on it. Messmer never noticed the small smile that crept onto his face whenever he took a listen.

As the month's went on, and Messmer's passenger of surprise grew, he found himself talking to it. Could it hear him? It has no choice, just as he.

With the growing swell, also came.. Affection. Messmer never displayed such a thing, nor felt it. But, hidden away in his solitude, came this warmth in his chest, whenever he felt a flutter from his rounded abdomen.

"Awake again, are we?"

He speaks with a voice so gentle, he didn't recognise himself. Another flutter..

Messmer never imagined he would be so enamored by something he cannot see, only feel.

Hours spent, lost in conversation with whom cannot reply to him with words.. Only movement.

With each month passing, came greater strain on his body. His middle became rounder with each passing day.. And with each day, came the grace of companionship. Messmer had someone who would listen to him. Someone of his own flesh and blood.

In the quiet- Messmer never noticed when he started humming to the life nestled within himself. That is when he was sure the child, whatever they may be, was listening to him. At any interval, where his voice became audiable, Messmer would feel them squirm and start to move their arms, or legs.. Pressing against his abdominal wall to let him know; I'm here! I can hear you!' At least.. That's the thought he entertained.

Messmer found himself unable to stand for prolonged periods of time, he had to sit and rest more often than not, especially nearing the end.. Where the weight was almost unbearable, and with his once elegant strife, became a burdened waddle.

Messmer was prepared for the worst, when his child was finally brought into these wretched lands of shadow, and loss.

What divinity smiled upon him?

Because the child was perfect. Hair red and fiery just as his own, with ten fingers and ten toes. No wings nor tail to be found. A perfectly healthy baby! His efforts weren't for naught, as he basked in the warmth of the small bundle within his arms..

Messmer couldn't believe this was his reality.

But would he have it any other way?

[lilithseves]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY GIRL !!!! I LOVE YOU RIN-CHAN!!!! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♥*♡∞:｡.｡  

[sunstrace]

moving on together. — rory & miles.

1. tomomo mochizuki, ocean waves  //  2. big red machine, renegade  //  3. kim heewon, vincenzo  //  4. unknown  //  5. franz kafka, letter to oskar pollak (8 november 1903)  //  6. heo jinho, one fine spring day  //  7. paramore, i'm not angry anymore (interlude)  //  8. unknown  //  9. unknown  //  10. big red machine, renegade  //  11. unknown  //  12. tomomo mochizuki, ocean waves  //  13. bleachers, nothing is u  //  14. nina lacour, everything leads to you

[arundolyn]

Happy birthday, Ragna the Bloodedge!

[honeybeelullaby]

Today I'm contemplating my mortality. It's been 30 years since Kurt Cobain died and it's my father's birthday: he would have been 84 years.

Time to quote Andrew Marvell:

[thatwritingho]

Olive's birthday is TODAY!!

[tomato-turn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI.... WE LOVE YOU...

(LOL the colour of Dazai in the last panel)... ( I've had trouble with Chuuya... forgive me for butchering him..)

[piyoandpome]

From Volume #2

Happy Birthday Mori!

[ouranslayclub]

Tamaki No😭✋ help me stop him before its too late he's gonna give it to all the guests and hosts at the host club

Credits: i made it in ibispaint x