#shameless birthday self promotion

[sloanerisette]

Daughters of the Stars

It's my birthday today, and if you want to do anything to celebrate me or my birthday, it would mean a lot if you checked out Daughters of the Stars!

It's my episodic magical girl VN that I've been slowly working on for years and actually started making last year! It's my passion project and I'm so excited to keep working on it in the new year once I'm feeling better!

So if you have a hankering for some visual novel goodness, check it out! It's $4.99 for the whole thing (which will include future episodes), but if the holiday has finances tight for you, let me know, and I'd be happy to shoot a copy your way! And if you do play it, I'd love to hear what you think!

Here's the link: https://sloanerisette.itch.io/daughters-of-the-stars

[lethendralis-paints]

Today is my BDay!

You can congratulate me by reblogging my art or leaving a tip on PayPal(essequamvideri88@gmail.com), since I'm saving up to finally switch from Photoshop to Clip Studio! Сьогодні мій ДН! Ретвітніть мої арти або привітайте копійчиною на ПейПал, якщо є бажання, бо я збираю на новий софт для малювання!

[poorly-drawn-slugcats]

it is the mods birthday....... enjoy some birthday slugs.....

i do not make many requests here, as this is intended to be for Sillay Slug Doodles however pls consider paying me for funny slug doodles this joyous day. i do ocs as well!

[arnold-layne]

it’s my birthday! i am turning 23 :)

the best gift would be leaving a little comment on my two ongoing fics:

in darkness shall you be reborn

as we were falling

or taking a peek at my masterlist

[animenostalgia]

Today’s my birthday! If you enjoy the content I make, please consider leaving me a tip of any size at my ko-fi account here! It really helps me out a lot. Thanks, and look forward to a new podcast episode later this month!

[rustbeltjessie]

It’s (Almost) My Birthday, Give Me $$ (If You Wanna)

What’s up Tumblr, my birthday is December 31, so I thought I’d do a little Internet spanging. If you like what I do and wanna throw some $$ my way and help me have the best birthday ever, that’d be fantastic.

You can simply give me some cash if you feel like it, or you can order some of my books or zines, commission me to make a mini-collage, or hire me to edit your writing.

ko-fi.com/rustbeltjessie

is the easiest way to order/commission, but I can also take payments through

paypal.me/rustbeltjessie

and

Venmo @JessieLynnMcMains

(If you’re ordering something or hiring me rather than simply donating, please be sure to specify that! It’s probably easier if you DM me first.)

You can also tip me right here on Tumblr, or buy my spoken word album from Hello America Stereo Cassette (helloamerica.bandcamp.com/album/self-portrait-with-ghosts-and-trains).

xoxo, JLM

[eastofakkala]

Hi, lovely people! It’s my birthday today. I’m going to be a shameless self-promoter and ask for comments on my fics, if you are so inclined. I love hearing what people think of what I’ve done - what they liked, etc.

You can find my work here. I’d especially love it if you commented on something I’ve written which currently doesn’t have comments.

[whostheblondegirlwriting]

So in self-indulging fashion I’ve queued some shameless self-promotion to reblog some tumblr fics. Find something new or have a reread of an old fav. Either way, enjoy!

Hopefully I can get some ao3 fic updated this weekend. Not sure which or what, but fingers crossed!

[recurring-polynya]

So, I wasn’t in a position to do too much for Renji’s Birthday this year, but the fact of the matter is, I have created A Lot of Renji’s Birthday content, so here is a list of fanfics I have written on the topic, just in case you haven’t read them before or feel like reading them again:

Renji compares a birthday in his wild bachelor days to a more familial celebration

Everyone does a live-reading of Orihime’s Maid Cop fanfiction at the Annual Joint Renji-Orihime Birthday Party

In a rare moment of generosity, Byakuya lets Renji leave work early on his birthday

Orihime throws Renji a heartfelt birthday party because she feels he deserves it

The entire Renji’s birthday subplot in a little in love now and then (primarily chapters 21 through 25) warning: this fanfic is loooooooong

Renji and Orihime bake a cake  (this one is more for Orihime’s birthday, but it’s really for both of them)

Edit:

Almost forgot about this one, where Byakuya despairs over trying to help Ichika throw a party

[sroloc--elbisivni]

Bunnyguard master post

July 1, 2023: in the spirit of shameless self-promotion here's a collective post for the Usagi Yojimbo/Rottmnt fusion Leosagi fic series I've been working on this year. somewhat celebratory because 1. I'm very excited to have hit the halfway mark on this project 2. my birthday is later this month and I can do a little treat for myself if I want 3. it's my first day off in ages and I can spend my time luxuriantly and frivolously. Prompts taken from Year of the OTP; titles from Richard Siken "Litany in which certain things are crossed out."

Post last updated December 22, 2023

Bunnyguard verse premise in three bullet points:

The cast of Usagi Yojimbo are embedded in the Hidden City

Draxum helped raised the turtles

Usagi gets hired as a bodyguard for Leo a month after the Krang invasion

January - "missionfic" - something other than the desperation Usagi does his best to not embarrass himself while Leo tries to do the same and fails. (the hero shifts from one foot to the other)

February - "mermaid au" - no one will ever want to sleep with you A first meeting sparks a series of increasingly dumb and desperate decisions. (the repeated image of the lover destroyed)

March - "mutual pining" - your heart, and it is painted shut We skip ahead in the timeline to the point where Usagi has decided he's going to just quietly pine forever and Leo stops for five seconds of self-examination and immediately starts planning his wedding. (the same big and little words, all spelling out desire)

April - "No, I'm not dating your brother" - There is something underneath the floorboards After a series of shenanigans, (some of) Usagi's misconceptions are corrected and Leo eventually gets a full night's sleep. (bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing)

May - "accidental pet/child acquisition" - Quit milling around the yard and come inside Usagi uses his day off to be with his family, including his son, and Leo takes a turn being the babysitter instead of the babysat. (Inside your head you hear a phone ringing.)

June - "you're not what I expected" - These terms from the lower depths After being chased by a demon, Leo and Usagi end up in the bones of both of their pasts, one after the other. (I have told you where I'm coming from, so put it together.)

July - "enemies to lovers" - recently we have had our difficulties Leo screws up, Usagi gets hurt, and they have to work together to fix it. (the moment of epiphany, in gold light)

August - "au of your choice" (free space) - close enough to see the blue rings Usagi fights a dragon and Leo has a bunch of minor problems happen all at once. (But it doesn't work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats)

September - "hurt/comfort" - Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me? An unexpected attack forces everyone involved to reexamine their circumstances. (Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere)

October - "identity shenanigans" - I guess I can tell you that now. Our heroes go on a date to a mob warehouse and find out things that were not exactly secrets but definitely unknown. (I walk through your dreams and invent the future)

November - "be careful what you wish for" - You want a better story. Who wouldn't? A confrontation, a choice, a number of things undone. (It should mean laughter, not poison.)

December - "forgiveness" - so maybe I wanted to give you something Our heroes reckon with their actions, and choose to try again. (I want more seats reserved for heroes. Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.)

[leporellian]

what opera would you adapt so that everyone was played by beanie babies. also what characters would be what beanie baby

unfortunately i could probably cast every single opera with beanie babies. there are so many of them, in both directions, and i could very easily do it to the point that if you just said 'cast (whatever opera) with beanie babies' i could do it. (however i do distinctly think i would have more fun if given leeway to pick any stuffed animal...)

however i feel like making this simple so here goes: don giovanni with beanie babies

the don himself is fredrick the fox:

first off, this is one of the modern beanie babies (not a beanie boo, mind you, which is a separate line) so this thing is everywhere, which i feel like fits the vibe. it's also cute enough you could take it home but not cute enough that you would feel safe divulging secrets to it. (the eyes... they don't got any light in them.) finally i feel like the don Has to be a fox because it has that delicious sort of reynardian quality about it.

leporello is ears the rabbit:

ears is the only beanie baby rabbit that was produced in this lying down pose. which gives it this utterly defeated quality every time a photo is taken of it because its head sort of angles towards the ground and the arms buckle around the head like it has a migraine and it's just sort of an unfortunate scene. obviously therefore this thing has to be leporello.

donna elvira is specifically this promotional arlene beanie baby from garfield the movie (2004)

this is a frankly gorgeous beanie baby in terms of execution, pose, fabric/plastic color choices... and its been typecast into being The Bitch Wife character, which is i feel like really meta-textually perfect for what we are dealing with here. there's also the added context of this being a promotional plush toy (of a side character! an accessory!) that was meant to be discarded as soon as garfield the movie (2004) was no longer being marketed. so. yeah

donna anna is caw the crow:

usually i like making anna something horse-themed because like, really considering everything that feels like the best pick. HOWEVER something about caw the crow gets me. this one was released before beanie babies had poems and birthdays so the inside of its card was just... blank except for its name. also apparently multiple people have reported being a little creeped out by it. so i feel like its the best fit

don ottavio is hydrant the dalmatian:

this thing makes me laugh. this is meant to be a firefighting dog. however the poem and the general look of it scream anything but that. they gave this thing the face of a newborn sock. there is no way. There is No Way. another funny thing is that hydrant the dalmatian was a 'beanie babies 2.0', a more 'updated' beanie baby that was basically just a shameless webkinz clone because that was what was in vogue in 2008. now if you get a hydrant beanie baby, this advertised feature no longer works bc the site was shut down long ago. this is a reference to don ottavio's broken promises

zerlina is spring the rabbit:

i am cheating a LITTLE BIT because technically currently 'beanie bellies', which this is a product of, is a separate line from 'beanie babies'. however they initially sold as 'beanie babies' and were then spun off into something separate so this to me is fair game. this has all the overly-cutesy trappings of the modern beanie babies without looking too fake (except for ty warner not knowing rabbits don't have paw pads) HOWEVER at the same time i think this thing absolutely would wield a knife and start advancing on me in a toy story universe which fits what i am looking for

masetto is snort ii the bull:

another really new beanie baby but not nearly as cutesy as the one above and more self-explanatory. however its weirdly shaped face (and? disproportionate bead eyes?) means i cannot take this thing seriously in the slightest without feeling like a 7 year old is staring at me about to ask if i have games on my phone. so. yeah.

not counting the commendatore bc he's onstage for 5 minutes but if you REALLY wanted you could probably make him one of the very early pre-poem beanie babies. The statue is still inexplicably a statue, because I am a man of law

[danibirdart]

hello friends!! it's my birthday so i'm shameless self promoting!

check out my shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/danibirdart

[graphx]

shameless self promotion time!

random Keith birthday fic I am very proud of, trying to win a bet with a friend that it hits 10 kudos before the end of the year

snippet!

...

He could hear Coran’s voice projected loudly through the empty halls.

“YOU CALL THAT WELDING?! WHAT IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME PICKING UP A BLOWTORCH?! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THIS METAL WAS PRESERVED IN THE BELLY OF A BYTOR’S THORAX BY MY GREAT GRANDFATHER FOR THREE ROTATIONS TO GET THIS PERFECT SUBTLE SHINE! AND IT BETTER NOT BE SUBTLE WHEN YOUR THROUGH WITH IT! I WANT THESE TILES GLOWING! PUT YOUR VERTEBRAE INTO IT YOU SICK SON OF A SLOW SLACKING SIAMESE SALAMANDER!”

While Keith was terrified at the idea of seeing what had gotten Coran so worked up, Allura looked quite amused at this display of authority. Her expression reminded him of the look Matt would get when Shiro was caught by Iverson. He wondered if he had the same look on his face whenever he managed to guilt trip Shiro unscathed much to Adam’s disappointment. As they entered (what was left of) the entertainment room Keith couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that escaped his mouth. 

Pidge had on metal clown shoes as big as his head. It looked like she had to walk around with the equivalent of a bowling ball on her feet. Lance was tangled in streamers that seemed to be alive as they jumped out of his reach and wrapped around his arms. Shiro was using his arm to weld a new type of metal into the floor to cover the holes that had somehow gotten there, covered in ash. Hunk was dragging in new pieces of metal and measuring the floor to make sure the materials were the right size. He finally lost it, laughing so much his lungs creaked as Coran whipped around with a megaphone and construction hat on, fixing him with a raised brow and incredulous look, Allura snickering beside him into her hands.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

[gonzo-rella]

The Bitter Taste of Regret | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Based on/a follow-up to: Blackbeard Asking/Ordering You To Join His Crew (Partially For Izzy) (an imagine written by yours truly) 

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (implied romantic), Izzy Hands x Edward Teach (ambiguous)

Summary: Izzy’s not as content as he should be in his life as the first mate of Blackbeard’s new crew. Ed’s becoming more erratic than he can handle, he’s starting to feel more than a twinge of guilt about marooning most of Stede (fucking Bonnet)’s crew, and you’ve become an obedient shell of the person you once were. To be honest, I’m not completely sure what this is. Just go with it and we’ll all have a good time. Apart from Izzy.

Warnings: Description/reference to Ed’s less than great mental state. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: I don’t tend to broadcast this fact but I write self-insert fics just for my own enjoyment with no intention of publishing them in any capacity. I started writing something and thought it’d make a good reader-insert thing, so I polished it and added to it until it turned out like this. In case it wasn’t clear, I love writing things where I can make my angry middle-aged man suffer (see: this fic I wrote on AO3; and no that definitely wasn’t some smooth af  shameless self-promotion). Also, I finished and edited this in the aftermath of an all-nighter I pulled in an attempt to fix my nocturnal sleep schedule so I didn’t end up sleeping through most of my birthday (26th August, if anyone’s curious), so I wouldn’t be surprised if this is littered with mistakes. That’s also why my writing in this one has all the subtlety of a cricket bat to the anus. If you’re a big believer in ‘show, don’t tell’, well...)

“Cabin boy!” Izzy called as he hobbled across the main deck.

Perched on a stool, you looked up at him over the large wooden tub filled to the brim with soapy water and continued to scrub at his jacket in an effort to avoid being yelled at to carry on. Tucked under his arms was another pile of laundry. He seemed to be struggling to carry everything because of his cane, you noted. You decided against assisting him- he’d only bark at you for thinking him incapable of such an easy task, wouldn’t he?

"Bring these to my cabin when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

He dropped the clothes and bedding on top of the pile of his own that you were due to wash. Considering the fact Izzy had just emerged from Blackbeard’s cabin, you deduced that your reclusive captain was finally allowing you to do his laundry. You neglected to comment on the strong scent of rum and sweat emanating from Blackbeard’s heap beyond the involuntary scrunching of your nose.

"Does Captain Blackbeard want me to clean his cabin too, sir?" you asked.

Considering you were the ship’s ‘cabin boy’, it was strange that you had yet to clean your new captain’s cabin. Though, Izzy had generously allowed you to clean his room so many times that you had lost count. 

"No. You're still not to go near it," Izzy answered sternly. "Unless you want to explore the bottom of the sea."

It was a warning he’d given you early on in your voyage as part of Blackbeard’s new crew. You guessed he was mercifully sparing you (for reasons unknown to you) from your captain’s wrath, not unlike how he’d spared you from being marooned. It wasn’t as though Blackbeard had been in particularly high spirits as of late, which is why you, Jim and Frenchie were so on edge. None of you would have been surprised if you woke up with your erratic leader holding his gun to your head.

You noted that Izzy appeared just as unsettled as you felt beneath your stoic veneer. Maybe he was shaken after another unpleasant interaction with Captain Blackbeard, you thought. However (as was the case with many questions you had nowadays), you knew better than to ask. You didn’t want to explore the bottom of the sea, after all.

"Alright." you nodded. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Izzy stared blankly at you. He noticed that you hadn't stopped scrubbing since his arrival, and you were repeating the motion as though your life depended on it.

Perhaps it was just due to his recent altercation with his sobbing, screaming captain, but he was experiencing this creeping feeling of dissatisfaction. His captain was a drunken, weeping mess in his cabin, he didn’t get much out of scolding Jim and Frenchie for their fatigued scowls and muttering, the relief of having rid himself of Bonnet’s incompetent band of misfits was dissipating and he was beginning to resent the only one aboard the ship who obeyed him without question.

"What's the matter with you?" he demanded.

You tried your best to hide your unease behind a demeanour of neutrality.

"Pardon me, sir?"

"You've been acting like a-a... fucking plank of wood ever since you joined Blackbeard's crew."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand, sir."

Izzy clenched his jaw. Your eyes widened.

In your defence, you were only half-sure you knew what he meant. That said, you were completely sure you didn’t want to discuss it with him.

"Don't lie to me. Of course you understand."

You swallowed your saliva.

"I wouldn't like to… speak out of turn, sir," you hesitated, shaking your head dismissively. The scrubbing intensified, alerting Izzy to the fact that you were more uncomfortable than you’d been letting on. “And I doubt you’d like me to- not that I presume to know your mind.”

He raised his arms in exasperation.

"I'm giving you permission to say what you want."

You froze. "I'm afraid... I don't have anything I want to say, sir."

That wasn’t necessarily a lie. There were plenty of thoughts residing in that head of yours, but you’d taken an unofficial vow of silence (well, silence involving things you suspected would earn you an involuntary one-way trip to the seabed).

Izzy huffed.

"I'm not trying to catch you out."

You didn't say anything.

"Christ." He rolled his eyes.  "Who knew you'd be more fucking annoying when you're actively trying not to piss me off?"

"I'm sorry for annoying you, sir."

"For fuck's sake." Izzy groaned. He would have preferred it if the tone of your apology was dripping with insincerity, rather than a poorly suppressed desperation to not be tied to the anchor. “If you don’t say something in the next 10 seconds, I swear to-”

Well, if he really insisted…

“You know exactly why I’m like this.” you snapped.

He looked at you stiffly. You allowed yourself to roll your eyes, something that strangely pleased Izzy.

“You want a crew that gets on with the work without a word. I don’t know what the Captain wants, but I know how to avoid pissing him off.” you continued. “I want to keep all of my toes, or, if I’m being optimistic, my life. If I want what I want, I have to do what you two want. Hence the ‘acting like plank of wood’.”

Your gaze lingered on him.

“Well, I thought it was what you wanted,” You couldn’t help the smirk that crept across your face. It had been so long since Izzy had seen it. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed it until it reappeared. “And I’m guessing you thought you wanted it, too.”

You glanced down and went back to scrubbing. He guessed that this time it wasn’t to appease him as much as it was to irritate him. It was bloody working.

“So, you’re finally disillusioned.” you declared sardonically. “What sent you over the edge, then? Blackbeard? Guilt?”

You grinned beneath his irritated glare, not bothering to look up at him.

“I might be wrong in assuming this,” you went on (though you didn’t sound as though you thought you were wrong in the slightest). “But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you had something to do with this miserable situation we find ourselves in.”

Finally, you briefly met his gaze again. His eyes widened. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Even so, you want to fix this, right?” You didn’t bother waiting for confirmation. “Well, since you asked for my thoughts, First Mate Hands,” you said mockingly. It made him wonder if, all the other times you had formally addressed him, there was some taunting hidden within your words. “I suppose I can make a suggestion.”

“What?” he uttered gruffly.

“Get Stede back.” you advised. Before he could protest- “He’s our only real hope. If he started this downward spiral, as I suspect he did, he’ll be able to put a stop to it. Hopefully he’s managed to keep himself alive.”

You maintained your bitter grin and looked Izzy straight in the eyes.

“Of course, if he is dead, or if Blackbeard ends up killing him, we’re completely fucked.” you shrugged. “In which case, I’m off to the Republic of Pirates at the first chance I get. You’re welcome to join me, if you actually try to get Stede back.”

“Do you seriously think the promise of running off into the sunset with you is worth searching high and low for that fancy man?” he sneered.

“Well, I was worth ‘vouching for’, as the Captain put it.” you countered smugly, pretending not to notice the blush that spread across his cheeks. “Besides, I’m hoping it won’t come to leaving. I tend to like it here when things aren’t totally miserable. I’d quite like for things to go back to the way they were.”

You cleared your throat. The smirk fell from your face. Izzy watched as your whole demeanour shifted once again.

“I hope you’ll consider what I’ve said, sir.” you stated, your voice lacking most of the humour that it had possessed mere seconds ago. “If you want me again-” You looked up at him. Your eyes were unlike your voice. His heart leapt at the glint of mischief. “You’ll have to ask.

“I wouldn’t like to say something at the wrong time and incur your wrath.”

[idiaphobic]

so uh sorry for randomly disappearing i forgot about tumblr. sorry. shameless self promotion but if u wanna see me be more active u can follow my insta 👍👍 (@ rudyeatsplastic) ANYWAY an ortho picture i made for his birthday

[pancake-breakfast]

The week's almost over, but there's still time for a couple more shameless self-promotions for Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week. (@trigunfanfic)

To Receive

Words: 2,630

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen

Relevant Tags/Warnings*: Gen, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe, Roberto De Niro, Kuroneko, Birthday Fluff, Anxiety, Ambiguous Relationships (Vashwood), Canon Compliant (Stampede)

Summary: The gang decides to throw Wolfwood an impromptu birthday party. The birthday boy himself is less than keen on this.

You know, for some reason, this fic seemed shorter in my memory.

Some part of my brain likes waffling wildly back and forth between writing horrible horrible bad bad dead dove do not eat and absolute fluff. This one is definitely fluff.

It must have been hard growing up in the orphanage. Sure, Miss Melanie did her best, and it's not like Wolfwood didn't enjoy his role as Big Bro Nico, but that doesn't mean it's not rough. Even in Stampede, the orphanage seems a bit underfunded and definitely understaffed, two things that are quite frankly ridiculous when you realize who owns the orphanage. But such things are less uncommon than we like to think, even in our world.

Wolfwood cares a lot about the orphanage, but like certain other people in this story (and too many of us in real life), often forgets to care for himself. So I wanted to give him a moment to at least be taken care of by others.

And maybe poke a little fun at him in the process. Gently. The way friends do.

Wolfwood's not great with feelings, but I hope he appreciates and maybe even enjoys a small moment like this. And I hope you enjoy the moments that make up this story, too.

And yes, it does have kuroneko in it. She does cat stuff.

*We all know some AO3 tags are added for fun/shits and giggles/because how does one even tag, so I’m just listing some of the basic ones that might be of use to people when deciding whether or not this is for them.