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snuffgurll · 10 months ago
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therefore you are... waow.
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take this horrid image of my cat a friend edited for me. hes chad now.
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just thinking about her... (Buttons' long luscious golden locks glinting in the moonlight)
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lilystargazerwhite · 2 years ago
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I’ve mentioned him so many times but here he finally is lol!
Name: Chiharuo Yoritomo (頼朝 千春お, real name Prìomhadail) his Japanese name, while meaning “Thousand years of spring” can also be a homophonic sound to “父” or father, playing on his role as a father of spring.
Species: currently Aos sí (irish oak turned spriggan then ascended to Greater winged fairy Aos sí)
Ability: to control growth (成長を制御する程度の能力)
Age: between 45,000-5,000 years old. This mf was chilling with cave men. Physical form is around 60.
Chiharuo is the god of spring, childhood and fertility, residing in a long forgotten and overgrown shrine deep in nameless hill. He’s spent his years in gensokyo attempting to rescue children left there, but is not always successful. He’s a sweet old man, having his own sort of orphanage at the shrine. Most of his children are fae, but rarely he will taken in a human or yokai child.
Did I make Lily a whole family cause I love her so much? Yes, and here’s her dad. I like to think she gets so excited for spring because it means he will come out of hibernation.
Chiharuo’s born race I guess you could say would he that of a Cro-magon (early European, dating around 50,000+ years ago), which are no longer around obviously. If he had a default true form, it would look like a caveman made out of wood.
His current incarnation form is a male Asian, but in the past have ranged in race and gender. Here are some alt looks for him
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His wings are based on the Lunar moth. They are often under his kimono.
His eyes are always closed.
Excerpt from my fae document (that tumblr won’t let me fucking paste:
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Theme: 優しい春の父~ first utterance (gentle spring father) this one isn’t entirely done yet but this is what I have.
He has a list of spell cards I’m overjoyed to share
Chiharuo spell cards:
Curious case, mr.button (reverse growth, makes things smaller or younger or whatever) name: the curious case of Benjamin button
A hundred seconds till midnight ( growth, makes things bigger or older) name: the doomsday clock
And the tree was happy ( grows a giant tree that has bullets as petals which fall quickly before it reverts back into a seed ) name: the giving tree
The maiden and the selkie ( summons fae to fight for him for a bit, mainly lesser winged fairies) name: from Heather dale love herrr
The much talked of Metamorphosis ( takes moth form, which the eyes on his wings stare intensely refracting light through them) name: a fucking rob zombie song.
Appalachian fiction dreaming ( causes cell overgrowth, like a cancer. Can be very pretty but deadly of course, heavily based on the growth from the movie Annihilation ) name: Appalachian mountains and 2 things I’ve heard people say before .
Flowers never bend with the rainfall (opens his eyes ) name: Simon and Garfunkel
Anyway that’s him. He’s my beloved. I have many other drawings of him so here’s that
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pheonix-cat · 2 years ago
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are you almost done with Mr.buttons/One eyed?
almost 👍
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sauerhundz · 23 days ago
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This was the funniest shit I’ve read all week 😭 R.I.P Mr.Buttons
𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Pairing: Variant!Mark Grayson x Childish!Reader [GN? I tried but didn't proofread so might lean more towards a fem reader]
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, romcom
Word Count: Total = 2,019 but each part is less than 600
Synopsis: Your beloved stuffed animal bit the dust in a cleaning accident – how will your boyfriend react when he comes home after a brutal mission to you, distraught, on the living room floor?
a/n: based on this ask! probably will do a part 2 with other variants but if i do it'll take awhile lmaoo
You’re already crying when the door opens. Not soft, aesthetic crying either—the real deal. Full-body hiccups. Wet cheeks. One sock on. Mascara down to your chin. You’re sitting cross-legged on the living room floor surrounded by glitter markers, open candy wrappers, and a very dead stuffed animal.
Well. Not dead dead. Just… armless.
You clutch the plush against your chest like it’s a wounded soldier in a war movie, sobbing into its fuzzy head. The vacuum lies tipped over nearby like a murder weapon, cord tangled around your ankle, nozzle still dust-speckled from the carnage.
“WHY DID I EVEN HAVE IT OUT?!” you wail. “I KNEW I wasn’t emotionally stable enough to vacuum unsupervised!”
The front door clicks open behind you.
You don’t look.
Mohawk!Mark
The door slams open hard enough to shake the wall.
You don’t look.
You’re too busy weeping into Mr. Buttons, the once-proud stuffed bunny who now has one arm, a scorched ear, and the emotional weight of a war veteran.
“WHY GOD?!” you sob again, eyes soaking the fur of your beloved stuffy.
“…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
You perk up a little, sniffling, cheeks blotchy. “Momo…”
His mohawk is disheveled, ends still smoking. There’s a gash torn through the blue panel of his suit, zipper half-ripped, blood drying in jagged trails down his chest. His gloved fingers twitch at his side, knuckles crusted with whatever the hell he just finished tearing through. One leg of his suit is shredded from thigh to ankle, exposing the angry red scrape underneath. He looks like war incarnate.
And he’s staring at a battlefield made of jellybean wrappers and glitter pens.
“I just ripped a guy’s spine out with my teeth, and this is what I come home to?” His eyes flick between the murder scene (the vacuum), your puffy face, and the limp corpse of Mr. Buttons. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
You wobble to your feet like a tragic little Bambi, Mr. Buttons cradled in your arms like a wounded baby bird. You walk over—barefoot, because of course you are—and hold him up with trembling hands.
“He didn’t make it…”
Mark stares. Jaw clenched. Vein ticking in his temple.
“It’s a toy.”
“He had a personality!! He liked strawberry milk and The Princess Diaries and naps in the sun—”
“So you, then.”
“—and now he’s DEAD!”
Mark dragged a hand down his face. His fingers left a bloody streak across his cheek.
“You’re outta your mind.” He pushes past you and drops into a chair with a wince, crimson smearing across the armrest. “I am not dealing with this today.”
But you just follow him. Sniffling. Lip trembling.
“Can you fix him?”
“No.”
“But you’re strong…”
He levels a glare at you so deadly it could stop time.
“You want me to use my battle-scarred, alien-murdering superhands to sew an arm back onto your psycho bunny plush?”
You nod. Very seriously. “With pink thread, please.”
He groans like he’s being physically pained. “I don’t think you understand what I am—”
“You’re my knight in shining armor!! And right now I neeeeed yoooou to save me, PLEASE!”
He turns his face away. Covers his eyes with one bloodied hand again. God, why did you have to be so fucking cute?
His other hand’s already reaching—snatching Mr. Buttons from your arms with a muttered “gimme the damn thing.”
You gasp.
“YOU’RE FIXING HIM?!”
“I’m stapling it,” he growls. “And if you call that ‘surgery’ I’m tearing off all its damn limbs.”
You throw your arms around him before he can escape.
“You’re the best boyfriend everrrr, Momo!!”
“Don’t fucking call me that—”
“Momo Buttons!!”
“Stop.”
“Dr. Momo, PhD in bunny restoration—”
“I will punt this into the sun.”
And yet, an hour later, you’re curled up beside him on the couch with Mr. Buttons (now Frankenstein’d back together with questionable stitching and a battle scar across his belly), and Mark’s hand resting on your thigh, smudged with dried blood and glitter.
He hasn’t said a word in ten minutes.
But when you lean your head on his shoulder, he doesn’t pull away.
“...He missed you too, y’know.”
Mark grunts.
“Yeah, whatever.”
But his fingers brush over the stuffed bunny’s sewn-up arm. Just once.
Soft.
Lensless/No Goggles!Mark
The front door clicks open behind you, and then you hear his voice. Low. Lethal. Absolutely shook.
“...Oh. My. God.”
You twist around, sniffling.
Mark’s standing in the doorway, dripping blood down the entryway tile, holding a smoking chunk of metal in one hand and what might’ve been someone’s femur in the other. His suit is half-destroyed, the insignia across his chest seared clean off. His hair is wild. His smile is worse.
He’s staring at you ike he sensed the drama from space.
“You been crying this whole time, princess?”
You hiccup. “My bunny—he got caught in the vacuum and—and—”
His whole expression drops. “Wait…. What?”
You hold up Mr. Buttons. His little arm swings limply. Your lip quivers.
“He didn’t make it…”
Mark gasped like you told him a close family member had died. “...No.” He drops the bloody metal chunk with a clang. “No. NO. NOT BUNNY.”
“He’s missing a LIMB, Mark!”
“…Who did this?” His eyes fly across the room, landing with bloodlust on the vacuum. “Was it… you?”
Your heart feels heavy, sober. You nod solemnly and don’t say a word. He’s not even looking at you but you know he still feels the confirmation.
“You son of a—”
“THIS ISN’T THE TIME, POOGINS, CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S DYING?!”
Mark whirls around, eyes wild and teeth bared. His stare falls to the small, stuffed, inanimate object in your arms, as if it were his lost offspring. His expression falls, shoulders slumping in pain.
“No no no. No. Not today. I’ve already seen too much. I can’t do this again. Not after what happened to Mr. Wiggles last month.”
You sob harder.
“I didn’t mean to, I—I just wanted to clean up a little and he was under the couch and then I heard the ripping sound and I KNEW—!”
Markcuts in sharply. “STOP. This wasn’t your fault. You can’t blame yourself for these things – we all make mistakes in the heat of battle.”
You’re full-body hiccupping now.
“He liked strawberry milk… and sunshine naps… and The Princess Diaries…”
Mark’s jaw clenches.
“He deserved better.”
He stands. Slowly. Somber. Taking the bunny from you like it’s a casualty of war.
“I’m going to fix him.”
You sniff. “You are?”
He turns back to you, dead serious.
“I didn’t survive a wormhole, three ambushes, and a sentient flame god just to come home and lose Mr. Buttons. Not today.”
“Do you want my sparkly sewing kit—?”
“Get me the hot glue.”
Emergency Surgery Begins
You’ve laid out the supplies on the coffee table: scissors, pink thread, glitter glue, bandaids, and a hot glue gun. Most supplies were just for show—wishful thinking at best.
Mark’s suit was peeled off his chest now and hanging around his waist — as if the heat was just too much to bear. Blood was drying across his chest as he hunched over Mr. Buttons like a field medic on the frontlines.
“Scissors,” he commands. You pass them to him with trembling fingers. He was steady as a heartbeat. All business.
“Glue gun.” Tears welled in your eyes, pinching your lids shut as you shoved the tool in his direction.
He cuts. Glues. Mutters darkly to himself the whole time.
“God, this plush was a fighter. Seam integrity’s strong. Stuffing’s still soft. He wasn’t ready to go...”
You sit nearby, hands clasped like you’re waiting for a loved one to come through open-heart surgery.
“Is he gonna make it?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just dabs in the last bit of glue before glancing at you…
And nods.
“He’s stable.”
You burst into tears again. He pats your head—awkwardly, like he’s not used to emotional displays—but it’s gentle. Almost proud.
Then he sets Mr. Buttons upright between you both, his newly reattached arm flopping slightly.
“Rest now, soldier,” Mark whispers. “You’re safe.”
Viltrum!Mark
You’re already crying when the door opens.
Not full sobs—no. You’re trying to hold it in. Trying to be good. A few shaky breaths. Some tears slipping down despite your best effort. You sit very still on the floor, cross-legged and quiet, with your arms wrapped around Mr. Buttons like he’s the only thing anchoring you to Earth.
Or he was. Until the vacuum got him.
The vacuum lies discarded nearby. The bunny’s arm dangles by a thread.
You don’t sob. You don’t scream. You just stare at the wall and breathe—like that’ll keep the tears from breaking loose.
And then he appears.
There’s no sound when he lands. No footsteps. Just the faint shift of air pressure and the distant crackle of gravel. You don’t look up.
“You’re hurt.”
His voice is soft. Too soft for someone who once crushed a man’s ribs just for glancing at you in public.
You shake your head, still hugging the plush. “No, I’m okay. I just—” Your voice cracks. You clear your throat. “I was vacuuming. I didn’t know he was under the couch.”
Mark stares. Then his gaze falls to Mr. Buttons.
The limb.
The stitches.
The glitter sticker bandaid desperately trying to hold it all together.
You can feel the weight of his silence. It’s not judgmental. It’s... confused.
“You’re crying over a toy.”
You almost laugh. It comes out more like a hiccup. “I know it’s stupid.”
Mark kneels. Slowly. Carefully. Like he’s approaching a wounded animal.
“I didn’t say that.”
You glance at him then. Eyes red. Lip trembling.
He gently takes Mr. Buttons from your arms. Turns the plush in his hand with intentional delicacy. Something so foreign to hands that were built for war. His jaw flexes.
Then he vanishes.
Just—gone.
You blink. Sniffle. “...Mark?”
Sixty seconds later, he’s back. Holding three bunnies. Three of them are brand-new, tags still on.
“The original has been expedited to the top textile conservator on Earth. She’s expecting him by nightfall.”
You blink at him. “You—you sent him away?”
“To be restored properly.” He pauses. “In the meantime, I brought options.”
You look at the new plushies in his arms. They’re nearly identical. But none of them feel right. They haven’t been there with you since a child – they seem like strangers wearing the mask of your best friend.
“I don’t want a replacement.”
“You don’t need one,” he says, voice even. “You need him whole.”
You nod, and then he sets the others aside. Gathers you into his lap.
You don’t ask. He just pulls you in. Wraps himself around you like armor. Like a shield. One hand cups the back of your head. The other pulls a soft blanket over your legs.
“Don’t hide pain from me,” he murmurs into your hair. “Just because I don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter. If it matters to you, than it matters at all.”
You clutch his shirt.
“I didn’t want to bother you…”
“You’re never a bother.”
“Even when I’m crying over a stuffed animal?”
“Especially then.”
He tilts your face up and kisses your forehead. So soft. So reverent it makes your eyes sting again.
“Things like... Mister… Bunny… don’t exist on Viltrum. But I saw your face,” he whispers. “And I understand that for you it’s something that’s important. That’s all I need to see to know it matters then to me too.”
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hemansha-mga2024mi5017 · 2 months ago
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Presentation
STAGE 02
Feedback:
11 SECOND CLUB Change shot 01 because it hides Mr.Button's emotions and face.
Work on the T-Rex's body language.
2025/04/21
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mrbuttonfashion · 11 months ago
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Men’s Fashion for 2024: Predicting Trends and Keeping You Ahead of Time
As we step into 2024, men’s fashion continues to evolve, blending timeless classics with modern innovation. Staying ahead of fashion trends not only enhances your style but also boosts your confidence. Our exquisite collections from Mr. Button are poised to help you navigate the latest trends with their versatile and sophisticated pieces. In this blog, we'll explore the upcoming trends in men's fashion for 2024 and highlight key items from our latest collections to keep you ahead of the curve.
Setting the Trend RIGHT!
The latest collections at Mr. Button are thoughtfully curated selections of clothing that embody the essence of modern sophistication. With a focus on patterns, prints, colors, and hues that go best together, these collections are perfect for those who want to stay stylish and comfortable. Let's delve into the upcoming trends and see how our exquisite latest collections can help you lead the fashion pack.
1. Earthy Tones and Natural Fabrics
2024 is all about embracing earthy tones and natural fabrics. Take thePink Sands Shirt, for example. It's versatile and sustainable, and its muted pink shade perfectly fits the trend towards organic and eco-friendly fashion. Fashion is moving towards subtle elegance, and colors like pink, once considered feminine, are breaking stereotypes. Today, men are rocking these shades with confidence. Just look at the Uptown Funk Shirt. With its deeper pink hue, it's perfect for any occasion. So, why not join the trend and add some earthy hues to your wardrobe?
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2. Relaxed Fits and Comfort Wears
Comfort is king in 2024, and relaxed fits are stealing the spotlight.The Fallin Green Trousersfrom our latest collection are your go-to for style and comfort, making them a must-have for your casual wardrobe. And let's not forget the Verdant Vibes Shirt—another perfect example of comfy wear. Whether you're heading out for daily errands, a trip, or just lounging at home, these pieces have got you covered. Made from amazing fabrics, they'll keep you comfortable while ensuring you stand out from the crowd.
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3. Layering with Versatile Pieces
Layering remains a key trend, allowing you to create dynamic and adaptable outfits. The Soft Smoke Blazer is perfect for adding a layer of sophistication to any ensemble. Its white color, adorned with patches of indigo flowers, and timeless design make it a versatile addition to your wardrobe. The best part? This blazer or the Smoke Waves Blazercan be paired with almost anything and still stand out, making it a truly good investment.
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4. Statement Outerwear
In 2024, statement outerwear is a must-have, with bold jackets, dapper Nehru Jackets, and Floral Blazers leading the trend. The O'Clock Jacket for winter is a standout piece that pairs perfectly with jeans for a stylish look. Versatile blazers like theCriminal Heart Blazerwork for any season, making you look outstanding year-round. Nehru Jackets, especially the Navy Nehru Jacketwith its floral print and luxurious fabric, are ideal for weddings and special occasions. Embrace these statement pieces to stay ahead in the fashion game!
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5. Sustainable and Ethical Fashion
Sustainability is more than a trend; it's a movement.The Captain Hook Shirtfrom Mr.Button’s SAND collection meets the growing demand for sustainable and ethical fashion. Made from Melange Cotton, this shirt is eco-friendly and incredibly comfortable, making it a wardrobe staple. Another great choice is the Under Pressure Trouser, also crafted from eco-friendly Melange Cotton. These pieces not only offer stylish options but also ensure comfort every time you wear them.
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Conclusion
Staying ahead of fashion trends in 2024 means embracing earthy tones, relaxed fits, versatile layering, statement outerwear, and sustainable choices. The picture-perfect collections from Mr. Button offer a range of pieces that perfectly align with these trends, ensuring you remain stylish and ahead of the curve. By incorporating these key items into your wardrobe, you'll be ready to face the year with confidence and style.
FAQs
Q1. What are the key fashion trends for men in 2024?Ans: Key trends include earthy tones, relaxed fits, versatile layering, statement outerwear, and sustainable fashion choices.
Q2. How can I incorporate sustainable fashion into my wardrobe?Ans: Look for pieces made from organic or recycled materials, like the Out West Shirt from the SAND collection.
Q3. Are relaxed fits suitable for formal occasions?Ans: Yes, relaxed fits can be styled appropriately for formal occasions by choosing high-quality fabrics and pairing them with structured outerwear like theFallin Green Trousers.
Q4. What colors are trending in men's fashion for 2024?Ans: Earthy tones such as olive, beige, camel, and sand are trending in 2024, reflecting a shift towards more natural and organic color palettes.
Q5. How can I make a statement with my outerwear?Ans: Choose bold and unique pieces like the Daddy Issues Shirt, which combines modern design with striking colors to make a fashionable statement.Explore theSAND collection today and stay ahead of the fashion trends with Mr. Button!
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comixcatkid · 1 year ago
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Mr.Button 💣
Arctic office ❄️
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We Make Love As A Crew
by AbbyRosebud
Izzy realizes the crew is no where to be found. That is until he hears some interesting sounds coming from the Jam Room. The crew definitely is listening to the idea of doing things as a crew and Mr.Hands may be a bit jealous when he sees what is going on.
But don't worry Roach notices the first mate needs a little attention.
Words: 1408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Izzy Hands, Israel Hands, Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Mr.Buttons
Relationships: Rizzy - Relationship, Israel Hands/Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands, Oluwande Boodhari & Jim Jimenez, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete/Fang/Ivan/Lucius Spriggs, Fang/Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie/The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Stede Bonnet & Wee John Feeney, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands
Additional Tags: Group Sex, We make love as a crew, Voyeurism, Food Play, stede bonnet enjoys a good cake during sex, Some just watch while others play, Izzy is jealous, Rizzy Week, Orgy
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48765694
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the-haven-of-fiction · 5 months ago
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And I am offended on Mr.Button’s behalf by these gestures Mr.Malinin is making after an error.
Dick would be having a coronary.
There isn’t much sense of a character or story going on in the first place and those reactions are so flippant. They take you out of any semblance of a narrative performance.
Ugh.
Dick Button’s commentary about Ilia Malinin would be like his commentary about Plushenko and he would be correct. Again.
Quads and flailing arm movements do not make a great program.
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burnt-scone · 2 years ago
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sofias-stuffed · 4 years ago
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where I am versus where I fantasize of being🤤
creds: Mr.Button on Curvage.org (if anyone knows if they have a tumblr @ let me know so I can plug their tumblr too!)
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atomicrebelomega · 3 years ago
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That just means Mr.Buttons needs to get his chomping teef ready again.
dyou think if pete was gonna ask lucius to marry him he'd whittle him a new finger or like. sneak something into the box with the old one maybe? im just. idk. engagement finger. and then the whole crew makes dirty jokes about that phrasing
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tinytinybumblebee · 3 years ago
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I feel like tiny Ed would love buttons, like, the object (he does like Mr.Buttons too! Especially when he lets Eddie pat his seagull friend's heads).
They're fun to hold and if you have a tin of them, you can shove your hand in it and have just, the best texture time!
Tiny Ed will carry around pocket fulls of buttons at any given time, they're all specific colours and textures (some are ivory, some wooden and some fabric) ♡
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shadowbuni · 4 years ago
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SHADING PRACTICE STARRING MR.BUTTONS
Four versions with face reveal and with/without claws.
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tia-dalma13 · 4 years ago
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My cat Mr.Buttons
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