#fried braincell things

[naruto-is-baby]

your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality

Tagged by @kuhakukage

Let's go besties :

1. Courage the Cowardly Dog

2. Danny Phantom

3. Teen Titans

4. Teen Wolf

5. Inuyasha

7. Tokyo Ghoul

8. Shen He Ling/Word of Honor

9. Australia's next top model

10. Brooklyn 99

11. How to get away with murder

No tags all the besties can come list their favourite shows so i can get some good tv show recs thank yew.

[wyrdle]

Ikutsuki Backstory ideas and other character thoughts

Jotting this down for my own reference for a hopeful future comic about this pun man as well as for anyone interested in the babygirl lmao. Also I can't believe so little exists to help flesh him out more

Persona 3 spoilers under the cut

Ok so I haven't finished the game, but I've sped run reading wikis and watching movies and clips, pardon me if I get any details wrong. I also don't know the other games, but am semi-aware of some of the links between Ikutsuki and them.

Anyway:

Ikutsuki rambling about The Fall and a Prince out of the blue is painfully one of the worst twists I've ever seen 😂 You don't lore drop your way into justifying your motives lmao. I'd have liked some hints about his past, and then a final explanation for it. Whilst I understand it's meant to be a sudden twist, it just turns out anti-climatic and even annoying narratively haha.

So, to fill out how Ikutsuki's backstory, I was thinking it'd be rad if we saw his actual research days with Kirijo's CEO / Mitsuru's gramps. I'd likely scrap that they were actively looking to invoke The Fall, and have them primarily focused on the time-bending abilities of Shadows, all being scientists dedicated to helping humanity genuinely.

I dislike the idea of such a large group of scientists being omnicidal maniacs/Nyx worshippers, so I think simplifying the Kirijo family's guilt to simply accidentally fucking up their experiments and causing such catastrophic change to the world to be a better go at it.

Enter Ikutsuki, who is a part of this research team like every other hopeful/morally decent scientist. The experiment goes awry, Shadows are released en masse, Professoer Shuji Ikutsuki is swathed, bathed, consumed by this writhing dark mass that tells him about The Fall and whispers about the Prince who will be grandly rewarded for it.

In his canon pre-suicide speech, Ikutsuki talks as if he believes the current world has lots of wrong in it, going to the extremes of wanting to cleanse and rebuild it. I think it'd be fitting for him to start off as this hopeful scientist, cheery and dorky, only for him to go through the trauma of direct exposure to Shadows + being the lone survivor amidst the wreckage and dead bodies of his colleagues.

It's a combo of real-life horror and supernatural Persona weirdness that motivates him into being the manipulator/cold scientist he is. Idk if my timeline of events is right, but post-Tartarus formation, ikutsuki kicks off figuring out plans for The Fall in earnest. Prompting his secret research on children for inducing Personas etc. (I think Strega and Ikutsuki weren't involved with each other, so for this I'd say yeah, he'd be the one responsible for that instead of Kirijo group in general.)

Other fun things for him is that surviving the sort of possession by Nyx's fragments during the formation of Tartarus gives him 'the Potential'. AKA he discovers he can exist in the darkest hour, and is eventually the one who researches himself to enable others to do so as well. It's just more reason for Kirijo group to not suspect him, and even owe him for his work.

I'm likely getting plenty of canon timeline of events off, but I think it'd be really cool for the Chairman himself to be similarly affected by the Kirijo group's experiment alongside the SEES members. Albeit, in a way that fucks him up into becoming the antagonist. Not to say he has no free will/is being actively coerced by Nyx, but that singular moment of interacting with the Shadows changed him and his outlook on life quite drastically.

Lastly, I'm pained that he doesn't really fit into the group. I think there's so much potential there for him to actually be a part of the SEES gang, holding some genuine affection that's a remnant of his pre-Shadow affected self, even going as far as having hesitation/second thoughts. Idk lol, canon Ikutsuki's death is waved off with little impact beyond how he killed Mitsuru's dad, when this guy the SEES team trusts/looks for direction kills himself in front of them. There's no emotional pay-off or pain, his death/twist reveal is just an event that happens lmao. I'd have liked to see Ikutsuki genuinely be an adult figure all the kids needed, and for them to feel the sting of his betrayal on a more personal level than what we got.

Anyway, TLDR, I feel like this helps make Ikutsuki a better villain lol. His fingers are in all the pies already!!! Use him!

So normal about this long haired, bespectacled, goofy middle aged man. He has such dad energy, and I love the angsty narrative of being corrupted lol

pls yell about him to me tq very much

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

It seems that the more I learn and delve into the vast expanse of knowledge, the more I realize the immensity of what I don't know

[qualityrain]

i cant word it but theres smth abt the way asagiri treats shinpei like we all know that asagiri is playing with them like her dolls rn but the way she only tells satoko her demands even when shinpei is involved and the way theres a speech bubble for her demand and then a separate one for asagiri to go oh yeah and shinpei too like hes an afterthought when shes the only character that calls him w/o an honourifc and idt its a status thing when mitsueda calls him goto and shes the only character that knows him like the back of her hand like hm. that is certainly something!

[amberinn]

They forced themself in on there through massive brainrot and a playlist and they REALLY don't belong here but you can't tell me they ain't owning it

Two other version as well <3

Babygirls I love them mmm

[thatoneluckybee]

i am actively losing my mind i just ten minutes laughing to a ten second clip of a frekaijgn slide whistle and now i cant breathe again to a gif. not even cause its funny i am just ahghbhf

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Could you please give me a theme?

oh, like. like an aesthetic or like. ?? umm

just looking around my room i guess try something with primary colors? if that's anything?

[garbinge]

Jane Austen and a New York bench

Jess Mariano x F!Reader Warnings: Fluff, light bickering/back and forth. Typical Jess angsty-ness. Summary: After school shenanigans with Jess in NY. Word Count: 1k All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics A/N: Never wrote for Gilmore Girls before but fun fact is actually one of my favorite shows!! I've watched it at least 10 times through. I am team Jess always and forever. Enjoy this light and fluffy (as fluffy as Jess can be while still being Jess) fic!

“I didn’t take you as a Jane Austen type.” You plopped down on the bench next to Jess. 

“I never said I don’t like Jane Austen.” His voice was littered with frustration as he set the book down on his lap. 

“True, but I’ve never seen you read anything by her.” You tucked your legs up on the bench so you were now facing Jess, your side now resting against the back of the bench. 

“Until now.” He lifted the book up and dipped his head as he shook the book. 

“Until now.” You agreed, nodding your head. 

“Where you coming from?” Jess asked, adjusting himself so he could look at you, resting his arm along the back of the bench behind your shoulder. 

“You know, there’s this establishment, institution some may call, that provide these spaces for learning and education and they’re usually in session from the morning to the afternoon.” You sarcastically explained. 

“I must look into this fine establishment you speak of.” Jess responded. 

“You know the more you miss the more you’ll have to make up for.” You leveled with your best friend. 

“I’m caught up.” Jess’s voice raised in defense even though he still had a slacker attitude that was always impossible for him to lose. 

“Yea, thanks to me.” You pulled away to grab books and notes from your bag to hand over to him. 

He grabbed them and started filtering through them. “You know, your capital letters are always hard to read, it’s like a drop cap every start of a sentence.” 

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Mariano. If you don’t like my notes, now hear me out," you paused for a few seconds as your eyebrows raised, "maybe you could go to school and take your own.” You faked a shock face like what you said was ground-breaking.

“But then we wouldn’t get to share these moments, that I cherish so deeply, with each other.” 

You rolled your eyes and rested your head on Jess’ arm and closed your eyes. 

For a moment you both sat there, you were soaking in the relaxation from a long day. Jess was taking the time to stare at you, taking in your features, his hand was beginning to get tangled in the fur of your coat as he lightly rubbed your shoulder. 

“You hungry?” Jess asked at more of a whisper than he was speaking before in case you had began to fade to sleep. 

“You buying?” You mumbled back to him, eyes still closed. 

You felt his breath hit your face as he chuckled from your response. “Sure, hot dog?” 

“With everything on it.” You pouted and thought if you wanted anything else. “And a soda, ginger ale–no, coke.” 

He let out another laugh. “I’ll get a ginger ale and you get a coke, we’ll share.” 

“You’re wasting that brilliant mind not coming to school, Mariano.” You were already off the bench and starting to walk down the busy New York street as you yelled back to him. 

Jess was still smiling as he gathered his things quickly before catching up with you. 

“Maybe I’m too brilliant for school.” 

“I change my mind that statement proves you have no brain cells.” You teased him as you approached the hot dog cart and began ordering. 

As Jess handed the man a $20 bill, you were beginning to balance the drinks and hot dogs and finding another bench in the same park you were just in. 

Jess was close behind you and wafted a paper tray of french fries in your face before plopping down next to you. 

“Okay, that earns you TWO braincells.” You spoke with a mouth full of hot dog, covering your mouth with your hand to hide the half chewed food.

“French fries have to earn me at least 4 and the salt pepper combo another 2. So I should be at like 10.” He argued as he unwrapped his hot dog. 

“You should be at zero again, you can’t do simple addition.” You teased. 

His smile grew and he was grabbing something from behind his back and before you could question anything the plastic cup filled with liquid gold was shining in front of your eyes like the angels from above had presented it to you. 

“Melted cheese?” You took a deep breath in shock and happiness all at once. 

“Melted cheese.” Jess repeated your question as a statement and held it out further for you to take.

“But you haaaate getting the side order of cheese, you say its a rip off.” You were quick to remove the cap off the plastic container and dip a french fry in it pretty immediately. As you ate the cheese dipped fry you dropped your shoulders in an act to show how great it tasted. 

“I’m not oblivious to the greatness of a hot dog cart melted cheese cup, I just think $2.00 for a tiny cup of cheese is ridiculous.” He argued as he was making his way to dip his own fry in the sauce. 

“But yet you did it this time.” You were pointing at him with a french fry while your other hand was bringing up your soda to drink, eyes slightly frowning trying to figure him out. 

“Because you like it, and I like when you’re happy.” It was a short sentence but for someone like Jess who grunted or rarely spoke about anything emotional in more than two syllables it might has well have been a novelized love letter. 

You paused and looked up at him, he had spoken the sentence so nonchalant as he was switching sodas with you, again another action to prove his thoughtfulness. 

“Jess, the romantic.” It was a playful comment but there was truth behind it when you spoke it. 

He smiled at the comment snd continued to pick through the food that was spread along the bench. 

“What can I say it’s all that Jane Austen.” 

[bambooshrimp]

FNAF The Silver Eyes Adaption (WIP)

The main four: Carlton Burke, John Gorodetsky, Charlotte “Charlie” Emily, Jessica Riley

(Long comments under the cut!)

So update: I’ve been held back by college this year from making progress for this project. I’m in the process of sketching right now, and thankfully, I have a solid script to work with. I’m still debating whether I should make Charlie an Asian-American or not, but I’m loving their designs so far! I also made their colors more muted to fit on the vibes I’m going for with this comic.

As for the changes I made…

With Charlie:

As I said, she’s most likely going to become Asian-American in this comic. No specific reason for this change other than I just get bored of drawing characters of the same euro-centric ethnicity.

No, we’re not doing the robot thing.

Let’s give her trauma so bad, she had selective amnesia instead

Self-loathing club Member #1

She’s 18 in my adaption

With John:

The sweetest boy you’ll ever know. He just wants to be there for you, dude.

Russian-American

Also 18

With Jessica:

The baddest bitch on the block.

She’s more motherly-type now on top of being the leader, and the only active braincell in the group

Have an ever-lasting beef with Carlton (she still cares for him tho)

She’s 19, which is maybe the reason why she’s acting more mature than the others?

With Carlton:

Aw man, he legit became my favorite character in this iteration

Irish-Mexican

Self-loathing club Member #2

Beefs with Jessica for shits and giggles.

Has an even bigger beef with Dave (serious)

I gave him trauma so bad, the tea was BOILING with his family by the end of the series

The plot:

As I said, no cyborg Charlie concept! Definitely no Baby appearance too! I’ll add other characters from the games to substitute for Baby’s omission, can you guess who they were? 👀

Carlton plays a bigger role in my iteration, but I’ll make sure to give everyone a spotlight in the plot!

I tried not to cut as much from the original novel as I did, but I rearranged and added more dialogue into their interactions! I’ll be honest, I may have indulged myself a little too much with the (lowkey) found-family dynamic I gave them

Can I say how much of a babygirl Dave is in my script? No? Awww. Ok :(

My brain is too fried to think of what other changes I made in the plot but my ask box is open right now if you guys are curious about my fan-comic! I’m going to upload Dave, his assistant, and some plot-relevant info dump next (hopefully)!

[babygirldilf]

tumblr is so gorgeously different from real life. here I don't have to worry that it'll be hard for my social anxiety ass to make friends because nobody likes the things I like. here we all collectively share 1 braincell that fries itself on gay ships every now and again, and we pass it around in turns to cry about the stuff we all love together. it's perfect.

[tumbleweedtech]

Oh get fucked you dipshit. No one bothered with you or cared about your ship until you started attacking people for the "crime" of liking a different ship than you. I'd forgotten you existed and was all the better for it. Sure, fine. Vernilla forever, it's vanilla and boring and stupid, just like you. I shall stop enjoying the fandom I'm in, that has nothign to do with you, and come back just to write you some stupid blonde bimbo who lays back to get fucked in boring, uninteresting, and unpleasant ways by some smelly fucking war criminal who barely gets it up because he's too goddamn old and tired. He's just huffing and puffing away on top of her like some pathetic lump. How's that for pillow princess, you dumb fuck? At least check if 1) people are even still in your fandom, or 2) taking prompts, you utter fucking shit stain. You are the worst part of fandom. I wish your computer would melt. You do not deserve the internet. I hope your phone battery never holds a charge, every plug in your home fries the motherboard of every computer you have forever, and every ship you ever love is never, ever more than a rarepair that only you and the nice people you trick with prompts bother to write for. You lost any chance at kindness and/or respect from me when you attacked people who had nothing to do with you, when you sent inappropriate gifs to minors and you harassed people WHO HAD NEVER EVEN WRITTEN ROCHE BEFORE. Now go away, @whereisvernilla . Go the fuck away and don't ever come back. Because all you're doing is making me hate Ciri as a character since you can't fucking comprehend that people not writing your ship doesn't mean they dislike it, or dislike the characters. IT JUST MEANS THEY LIKE OTHER THINGS. Fucking moron. I swear to god if you had two braincells it'd be because one was solely dedicated to keeping you breathing, you goddamn idiot. I swear to every god you don't understand the concept of fantasy, of preferences, or consent. You keep telling us to go to hell. WELL BITCH ILL MEET YOU THERE. this is the fucking stupidest motherfucker I have ever met both in person and online and i've met some really, really fucking stupid people.

And for everyone who has no fucking idea what's going on, sorry. This dipshit has evaded blocks, sent emails, dms, asks, both anon and not, full of bigoted slurs, she's stolen fics and art that she's edited and reposted, she's sent sexual things to minors, she's sent sexual things unasked for to people, she has been asked, told, demanded, and reported. She comes around every now and then and Drums up drama crying about how no one likes her ship when all we were doing was cheerfully enjoying doing our own things and ignoring her. Note: Been dealing with her bullshit for years now. Yelling at her makes her leave me alone for a few months.

[tetsunabouquet]

Not A Prank - Eren Yeager X F!Reader

You waited at the entrance of the amusement park and you couldn't help but feel like you were being pranked. Because why would Eren Yeager ask you to meet him at the entrance for a date? I mean, you did understand the logistics, his car had broken down last week so you knew he couldn't pick you up just like you knew Eren and Mikasa had broken up last month- the girls at college wouldn't let anyone forget Eren was single. However, why he asked you out was beyond you. You were friends, sort of. Being Sasha's cousin, you've been dragging her and Connie out of trouble since you were kids, generally being the only braincell of the trio. You often were invited to group outings with their friends, but having gone to a different high school it wasn't until college that you actually became part of the group. Eren was a nice guy, even though he could be quite the hothead. Speaking of hot, Eren certainly qualified. As he approached you, his hair was pulled up in the man-bun only the seldom individual could pull off and look hot, his shirt having a v-neck and showing glimpses of the chest that had all the girls drooling, wearing the leather jacket you knew Connie had given him his previous birthday. He smiled to you, "I hope I didn't make you wait too long." "Not at all," you lied. Honestly you didn't knew if you were waiting for a minute or an hour- the anticipation had been agony. He guided you into the park with a grin, children's laughter and the screams of teenagers and adults filling the air. "I really am sorry my car broke down. The line at the Roc Bird's probably hours long at this point," Eren groaned softly and you looked at him, a small smile lingering on your lips. "Ah well, the Formule X never has that long of a line. How about we go there before we buy something for lunch?" Eren grinned from ear to ear, looking at you with such delight that you were surprised. It was such a happy, fond look that all of your musings how Eren couldn't be serious about liking you were discarded. As the two of you walked to the red rollercoaster, Eren nudged you. "You're studying my face like it's exam time. What's up?" "Ah well, I am just surprised." You said, embarrassed, "I didn't expect you to have a thing for me, really." Eren's green eyes softened and your heart skipped a beat. "Well, we haven't been that vocal about it, but Mikasa and I have been growing apart since graduation. Before we knew it our hearts were already moving on. " He scratched his neck, trying to find more words to properly confess his feelings. How in the attempts to ignore Mikasa and Jean's ever growing closeness he started distracting himself with his friends, allowing him to get to know you better. How he'd always noticed you were pretty, but had never noticed you had common ground in things like your shared love for amusement parks or a similar untamable spirit. "Well, suppose I'm a lucky gal then, huh?" You teased lightly, nudging him back. "About as lucky as this guy over here," he said and you smiled broadly at Eren who gave you a moony eyed grin that made you dizzy. "I hope you'll still like me if I end up with my spit flying at the speed." Eren chuckled at your slightly flustered but playful demeanor, "Of course I will. I'd love to see it captured on photo." You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you seriously going to look at how the ride's pictures come out?" "Yes, and I will be buying our photo. Our first shared humilation, is there a better way to start a relationship?" You laughed at the thought, knowing photos taking during the ride were the worst kind of photos- even worse then the stiff faces you had to pull for your ID pictures. "It certainly would be a bonding experience, like wearing matching onesies. Even better if we wore them to class." "Now you really sound like you grew up with Sasha and Connie." You giggled but you couldn't deny they were responsible for part of your brain being fried. "You better get used to it if we're going to date," you told him. Eren tugged a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I think I will.".

[undeadvinyls]

while im taking a break, heres some doodles i was actually able to complete from my miserable sketching session. this is ikura cookie (she/her) and fried shrimp cookie (she/he). they are members of Kraken Fortune (aka calamari's ship name + crew). ikura is the navigator while shrimp is the carpenter of the ship who fixes things + is the last braincell of the crew

[the-himawari]

A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [SSR] Afterschool Time for Two (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Waiter: Here’s your French fries.

Kumon: I’m digging in! *Munch, munch*… mm, that hits the spot! Fresh off the fryer is the best!

Azami: All you need is salt when it’s hot.

Kumon: Ketchup and mayo are still musts though!

Azami: Oi, don’t mix them with the fries.

Kumon: Aurore sauce is tasty though. By the way, Tenma-san was in the drama that aired yesterday.

Azami: Ah. Is that why everyone in Summer troupe all got together last night?

Kumon: Yep! Tenma-san wore a school uniform for his role that looked hella cool! He kinda had an aura about him! But it sounded like he had some mixed feelings… about wearing a school uniform even though he’s in university now.

Azami: But he was just wearing one a short while ago. Is that what it feels like when you become a university student? Is it available to stream?

Kumon: He said it was. I think you can still watch it!

Azami: I’ll check it out.

Kumon: Anyways, the homework I got today killed my braincells. I don’t get anything. Do you understand this, Azami?

Azami: There’s no way I’d get what someone two grades above me is studyin’.

Kumon: Ooh, good point. I guess I have no choice but to rely on Tsumugi-sensei. But I think he’s busy today…

Azami: What’s the subject?

Kumon: English.

Azami: Then you can also ask Chikage-san, can’t you?

Kumon: Ah, right! So true!

Azami: So even students who are preppin’ for their entrance exams get homework, huh?

Kumon: Well, it’s only for English and Japanese history. I ask nii-chan about my Japanese history homework.

Azami: Right. Juza-san’s only good at history.

Kumon: What do you mean by “only”!

*hits*

Azami: Dude, that hurts, y’know?

Kumon: Oh yeah! Say, Azami. I wanna go to karaoke tomorrow~.

Azami: Karaoke?

Kumon: Yeah. Also, I wanna go to the batting cage the day after tomorrow, and then the arcade next Monday~.

Azami: All you’re doin’ is goofin’ off.

Kumon: It’s fine, isn’t it! There’s not much time left in my high school life, so I wanna do everything I wanna do.

Azami: You can do all those things you said anytime. You can go to karaoke or the battin' cage even if you're not a high school student. Actually, when I see Juza-san and Taichi-san, it looks like it’s even easier for uni students to go since they have the time.

Kumon: That’s not the point, Azami! It’s like what Tenma-san said—the meaning of wearing a school uniform changes when you become a uni student. The homework will be way different, I’ll have to work a part-time job, and the cats I play with at lunch won’t be there. The only time we’re both high school students is right now. And there’s tons of stuff I wanna do with you while we’re in still high school together.

Azami: …

Kumon: Ah, I finished my drink. I’m gonna go to the drink fountain. Do you want anything, Azami? I’ll bring it back with me.

Azami: Oolong tea. Thanks.

Kumon: Okay!

*runs off*

Azami: …

*runs back*

Kumon: Thanks for waiting!

Azami: That was fast.

Kumon: Huh, really?

Azami: …Y’know, Kumon.

Kumon: Yeah?

Azami: I’ll go with you to all those things you mentioned earlier.

Kumon: Eh, REALLY!? YAY!!

*jumps up*

Azami: Shut up, dummy. Don’t stand up.

Kumon: Ahaha. Oopsies, sorry.

Azami: I doubt anythin’ will change between us once next year comes. But, we’re only high school students right now, right?

Kumon: Exactly! Ehehe, I’m so happy.

Azami: I mean, it just feels like we’re hangin’ out afterschool though.

Kumon: That’s fine! Everyone says we should do what we wanna do while we’re in high school.

Azami: Hearin’ that’s like a broken record at this point.

Kumon: Ah, I know! Adding to the list of things to do! I wanna eat a burger from “Burger Royale”!

Azami: What?

Kumon: Also, Kazu-san told me about a store that just opened last month—.

Azami: Can we go to that many places? Well, we’ll do as much as we can.

Kumon: For sure!

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[bettinalevyisdetermined]

Mc-scuse me with fries, did ya'll forget to absorb me into the hive mind? Or is there an induction? Maybe a cult? Do I have to make more funnies? Say more outrageously vauge and stupid things? MORE C L O W N E R Y?

It sounds like you're relatively new to Tumblr, but judging by the way you worded this ask, I think you'll fit in quite nicely. Just keep being yourself! Bring whatever unhinged stupid chaos energy you have to this hellsite (affectionate).

Also I wouldn't say Tumblr is so much a hivemind as much as we're all collectively sharing a braincell. XD

[levi-supreme]

Birthday girl

Characters: Erwin x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married). Erwin and reader also has two dogs (in mention). Erwin is the best husband ever (how many times am I going to mention this? Yes).

A/N: Happy birthday to my sister-in-law, the one and only Mrs Smith @ack3rlady!! I'll forever be grateful that tumblr let us know each other, and I'm so happy to have you as my same braincell sister, my bestie, my self-ship buddy, and my closest support system 💖

Enjoy your special day with your husband, and I wish for nothing but the absolute best for you <3 prompts are from A 100 Different Kisses!

20: hand kisses // 22: smiling in-between kisses // 24: caressing your lover's cheek // 73: kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

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"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Erwin chimed when you stepped in through the front door after coming home from work, a bouquet of red roses in his arms. He gave you a loving smile as he passed you the bouquet while your eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh, t-thank you, honey—" you hurriedly locked the door and took the large bouquet of flowers from your husband, "gosh, these are beautiful." You looked at the bouquet and then at your dashing husband. You realised he was dressed a little too much, and for some reason, he was standing really near the doorway, like he was hiding something from your view. You raised your eyebrow.

"Honey? Why are you wearing a suit at home?" Erwin chuckled after hearing you.

"Close your eyes." He simply said and covered your eyes with his hands, slowly guiding you somewhere. You caught a faint scent of your favourite candle, butter and caramelised onions. You wondered what other surprise Erwin planned. "You can open them now, sweetheart."

As Erwin removed his hands, you opened your eyes and felt your heart leap to your throat. The dining table was decorated with a small vase of flowers and your favourite candle was lit and placed in the middle. Erwin prepared burgers, lobster rolls, and fries for dinner as well. You could see the beautiful skyline of the city from your window. The ambience, the food, the setup; everything was perfect. It reminded you of the restaurant you and Erwin loved visiting on your wedding anniversary every year. You felt a rush of appreciation for your husband who painstakingly prepared everything while you were at work. Erwin turned you around and kissed your forehead before bending down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

"You like it?"

"Mm," you nodded with a smile, "I love it. You just saved us a couple of hundred dollars by not going to that restaurant for the same thing." You chuckled and placed the bouquet on the table, until something struck you. The house was awfully quiet. Too quiet. The house was too tidy as well. Something was missing.

"Erwin, where's Albus?! And Cappy? Where are they?"

"Relax, sweetheart." Erwin hugged you close and gently caressed your cheek, "they're with Levi. He and his wife are dog-sitting for us tonight. And don't worry about Cappuccino, I warned him to behave before Levi took him just now." Erwin guided you towards the chair and pulled it out slightly, letting you take your seat before putting the serviette on your lap.

"I know you miss them already, but I just wanted us to enjoy a quiet night together, hmm?" Erwin uncorked a bottle of wine and poured some into your glass before taking his seat opposite you. You smiled as Erwin took your hand and caressed your knuckles with his fingers.

"Is this why you're in a suit?" You laughed out, using your free hand to take your phone from your trousers pocket and quickly snapping a photo of the beautiful setup. "A candlelight dinner?"

"Of course. I have to dress up for the occasion, don't I? It's my wife's birthday after all."

"And now I feel underdressed." You chuckled, looking down at your trousers. At least I'm wearing a nice blouse... you thought to yourself.

"You're always gorgeous, sweetheart." Erwin smiled as he took his wine glass and cleared his throat.

"To my beautiful wife, my soulmate, my life partner, and my one and only," Erwin looked at you before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand that he was still holding, "happiest birthday to you, my love." You looked at your dashing husband, touched by all his efforts. Raising your wine glass, you smiled in return.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Come now, let's eat. I want to change out of my work clothes soon." You cheerfully replied and dug in.

The burgers and lobster rolls were perfect, and the fries were delicious. Erwin and you had a lovely chat throughout dinner, and for once, you both didn't have to worry about watching over the dogs, or worrying if Cappuccino was going to pounce on Albus halfway through dinner. The sky was littered with stars by the time you both finished your food.

"Are you ready for dessert?" Erwin smiled while he cleared the plates. You had another look of surprise again as Erwin brought another plate in front of you. Erwin made you another of his signature dark chocolate cake, but this time, there were edible flower petals scattered across the chocolate cake, and there were specks of gold flakes as well. Erwin placed a single candle on the cake and lit it up, urging you to make your birthday wish. You closed your eyes and clasped your hands, making a wish. You were about to blow the candle when Erwin stopped you.

"Hang on—" Erwin quickly took out his phone and told you to smile with your cake before taking a photo of you. "And now, you can blow out the candle." You laughed once more before blowing the candle. Erwin pulled out a little party popper out of nowhere and surprised you by pulling it.

"Thank you for everything, honey." You stood up and took Erwin's hand, giving him a tight hug, "this is perfect."

"Only the best for my wife." Erwin gave you another smile and brought his face closer to yours, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You could feel the corners of your lips turning upwards as well when you returned his kiss, tasting the wine you both had earlier. Erwin broke the kiss after a while and gave you a peck on your forehead.

"Come now, let's eat. I want to change out of these clothes as well." You laughed after hearing your husband, taking his hand as you two went back to the dining table.

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