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gotticalavera · 2 months

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On Firelord Zuko's birthday, someone gave him some silver wristbands. When giving jewelry to the noble family (and more so to the Firelord) only gold can be used, due to the estus and symbolism it represents... Giving jewelry made of any material other than gold is considered rude and an insult.

To the surprise of many, it was the gift that Zuko treasured most and he uses it quite regularly. No one knew who the gift was from or why the Fire Lord used them so much.

Nobody understands it, until at a party, Avatar Aang is seen and on his necklace there are two gold beads as shiny as Firelord Zuko's eyes.

#I imagine this was all a domino effect...#Aang asking Zuko if he liked the color gold...#Zuko sending a hint that he likes silver better because it is similar to Aang's eye color...#Some time later Aang sees some silver wristbands in a store...#He remembers his conversation with Zuko and that it will soon be his birthday...#Zuko opens his gift and thinks 'well. It is rude not to accept a gift'...#He also thinks about how he will have to 'return Aang's gift'... he gets some golden beads for Aang's necklace...#avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #fire lord zuko #zuko x aang #aang x zuko #zukaang #aang love #aanglove

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consult-sherlockholmes · 14 days

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Many happy returns (to Tumblr)

Happy Birthday, @consult-johnhwatson. How poetic to create or 'birth' a new blog on your birthday. Welcome back to Tumblr. May your return to Tumblr be calm and blessed. And may your adversaries become hypoxic with envy.

Raise your glasses. I hope you enjoyed your party tonight.

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quietwingsinthesky · 6 months

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Prompt: the archangelcule celebrating Jack's birthday 🙏

Lucifer runs himself ragged all week getting the party set up (and despite the fact that he’s done this for Jack every time he needs it since he came back into Michael’s life, it still leaves Michael surprised and wondering what happened to the boy who only knew how to bite the hand that fed when Michael abandoned him, when did he learn to be gentle and reliable, why did Michael waste all this time not seeing him?) to the point that he looks like he might fall asleep in front of the birthday cake before Raphael nudges him with their elbow, and he wakes up to sing.

They sing quietly — loud noises hurt Jack’s ears, one of many little oddities, but they rearrange their lives around his needs: no vacuuming unless he’s out of the house and no yelling from room to room — while Jack looks like he’s about to jump right out of his seat with how much he wants to blow out the candles. Gabriel scoops him up in one arm after, lets Jack’s tiny hand curl around the handle of the (dull!) cake knife while his lays over it to guide him, and helps him to cut pieces for them all himself.

(birthday 3 sentence ficathon! come toss a prompt!)

#wah wahhhh thats their baby!!!!#idk why i stuck them in a human au it just felt right #also im giving jack the gift no one ever allows me to have: no one screaming happy birthday at my party while im visibly trying to escape #the noise. only quiet happy birthdays for jack.#me writing these three sentences creating lore for this world ill never return to but just so u know lucifer is newly sober and raphael was #the first one of his siblings he talked to again because they happened to see him at the park with jack. and raising a kid is expensive he #needed help even if he didn’t want to admit it. and jack is so small and sweet and raphael started slipping lucifer the funds he needed for #jack’s school. which turns into babysitting jack with gabriel’s help while lucifer finds a job. which michael DOES find out about #and after. a lot. of apologizing and begging. michael also gets to be a part of jack’s life. (which lucifer is actually really happy about #because he can visibly see michael’s life also improving with jack there. because michael will make accomodations for jack that he wont for #himself. jack doesnt like the bright flourescents? michael gets a light dimmer and suddenly he doesnt get migraines so much.)#anyway. they’re doing okay now <3 cute little fambly #ask #3 sentence fic #spn #jack kline #lucifer spn #michael spn #raphael spn #gabriel spn

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doctorbrown · 7 months

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 20 / 31 * REAR-VIEW MIRROR 」

June 12, 2025

23:11

❝Are you sure you can't spend the night, kids?❞ Marty asks as Ellie breaks the long hug with her father. ❝We've got the spare rooms and it'd mean a lot to your mother and I.❞

❝I'm sorry, Dad,❞ Ellie starts, and to her credit, she does look genuinely upset. ❝But Dan and I are travelling in the morning since this is my last open vacation for a while and—❞

❝And I've got to be in by five,❞ Emmett says, ❝to make sure these bojos don't screw something up. We open Saturday.❞

Marty sighs and moves to give his son a hug, patting him twice on the back. ❝I know, I know. You're adults now with your own lives. I just miss you.❞

Ellie pouts. ❝It's not like you never see us, Dad. You can call on the vidphone anytime you want.❞

❝No, no, I get it,❞ Marty says, a hint of a smirk ticking up the corner of his lips, ❝it's not cool to be hanging out with your parents anymore.❞ Before either of the kids can protest, Marty laughs. ❝Have a safe trip, Ellie.❞

❝El, Dad, El. Ellie's such a kid name.❞

❝And you're still my kid.❞ She groans dramatically and drops the point there, knowing there's no arguing with her father on this.

❝Break a leg this weekend, Emmett.❞ Marty nods at his son who smiles.

Both kids shuffle towards the door in an awkward line, reaching over each other to grab bags and sweaters. ❝And would you actually use the gift we got you?❞

Marty glances over his shoulder to the small box and envelope on the living room table and puts a hand on his hip.

❝Hey, I'm only fifty-seven! And I still look good for my age.❞ Apart from the soft age lines typical of a man in his late fifties and his greying hair, Marty still manages to carry a youthful energy tempered some by wisdom and experience. ❝I don't need to start thinking about that yet. Ask me again when I'm sixty-five.❞

Ellie makes a disapproving sound as her brother shoves her out the door and as the door slams shut behind them, leaving behind a deafening silence, Marty lets out a breath and shakes his head. He makes his way over to the couch and plops down, reaching for the piece of paper on top of the old-school birthday card.

A voucher for your first rejuvenation.

❝Really, those kids. What, do they think I'm gonna die tomorrow or something?❞

Before he can finish his thought, there's an urgent knock on the door in a sharp staccato rhythm that causes him to purse his lips. That sounds familiar, Marty thinks, but neither of the kids knock like that when they come over.

❝I'm coming!❞ he shouts, dropping the voucher back on the table without a care as to where it lands. He makes it halfway toward the door when the person on the other end knocks again in the same precise rhythm, causing Marty to grumble under his breath.

Whatever he had prepared to say when the door swung open immediately dies in his throat when the perpetrator's identity is revealed. Marty's eyes are blown wide, so much so they're in danger of falling out of his head. His breath catches in his throat and he would swear that, in that moment, he looks more like a fish gasping for air than a person.

❝Doc,❞ he breathes out when he finally remembers how to, and when the rest of his senses return, Marty barrels into his friend, capturing him in a tight hug which, after a second, he returns with the same warm affection Marty has always associated with him.

❝Doc, it's been—❞

Emmett immediately shakes his head, removing a hand from around Marty to hold it up, palm out. Stop. ❝Don't tell me, Marty. I don't know yet and I don't want to know.❞

Marty nods. ❝Right, yeah, future knowledge. But God, Doc, I missed you so much. What are you doing here? Why now? What's going on?❞ Before an endless stream of questions can spill from Marty's mouth, Emmett silences him again.

❝I have the answer to all your questions right here.❞ Emmett lets go to dig through the inner pocket of his overcoat. He produces a small rectangular gift bound in silver paper and hands it over to a very confused looking Marty.

❝Happy birthday, Marty,❞ he says, pushing the gift into his hands. ❝I've kept this secret from you for almost...forty years and now that it's completed, I figured this was as good a time as any to give it to you.❞

❝You came f—all these years into the future just to give me this? What is it?❞

❝I suppose the act of giving wrapped gifts must be obsolete by now if you're asking me what to do with a gift,❞ Emmett says, smirking. Marty gives him a look that very clearly says, you know that's not what I meant, Doc, but flips the gift over in his hands anyway.

Printed in what is unmistakably Emmett's handwriting is 'Do not open until June 12, 2025,' and Marty snorts at the familiar irony of it all.

Questions are clearly written in the lines of Marty's face and before he can even ask them, Emmett says, ❝Forty years is a long time for you to have seen results on this; you may not even remember insisting I do it, but I took your request to heart.❞

Marty's fingers curl around the edges of the gift. ❝Tell me you're at least going to stay for a little while, Doc. Come in, I'll grab Jen a-and—❞

To Marty's dismay, Emmett shakes his head. ❝I'm afraid I can't stay much longer; this was only intended to be a short stop, but I'm so glad to see you, Marty. You look well and I always knew that your future was going to be bright.❞

❝But Doc, there's so much I want to tell you. Jen and I, the kids—❞

❝Yes, I saw young—well, I suppose they're not young anymore; they've grown into fine adults.❞

❝What about Jules and Verne? And Clara? Are you going to see them while you're here?❞

Again, Emmett shakes his head. ❝No, that wouldn't be wise. Besides, I—❞ A high-pitched alarm screeches from Emmett's watch and he jumps, abandoning his train of thought as his eyes widen. ❝Damn! I'm late!❞

Marty blinks. ❝I'm sorry, Marty, I have to get going.❞ Emmett quickly pulls him into a crushing hug and Marty takes a moment to bury his face in his old friend's shoulder while he still can. ❝I think you'll find you have your hands full for a while with your gift. At the risk of repeating my past self, I'll leave you with these parting words: I'm proud of you.❞

Emmett pats his arms once before hurrying off. Marty stands there, dumbstruck, watching as his old friend climbs into a '76 Chevy Aerovette that he knows is the DeLorean in perfect disguise.

He stands there for some time even after the car and Emmett are well out of sight, gone back to whatever point in time he departed from to get here. Marty hugs the gift to his chest and quietly shuts the door, walking in a half-daze to the couch.

The clock reads 00:09 and Marty tears the paper off his gift.

It looks like a journal, but as Marty inspects it closer, he notices that the edges are worn from years of touch, there's a faint coffee stain on one of the corners, and the journal is at least double the size it started, torn apart and re-bound in a way that looks like it's ready to fall apart at any moment.

A piece of paper falls out from behind the cover, landing on Marty's lap.

First, let me tell you in writing, Happy Birthday, Marty. I expect I will have told you in-person as I delivered your gift, but one can never be wished well enough on their birthday.

By the time this gift finds you, I will have passed. If you ask why I chose to wait until this particular date of June 12, 2025 to present it to you, I'm afraid all I can say is that it felt right. As I do not know the precise date of my passing and have no intention of learning this information prematurely, I can only hope that enough time has elapsed where my delivering this to you will not open too fresh a wound.

But that is not the focus of this letter, nor do I intend to make it such.

You have always believed in me, Marty, even when nobody else has, and the enthusiasm with which you begged me to write this could not go ignored. So this is what I have been working on for the last several years with the knowledge that it would one day find its way to you.

You have been the greatest friend I could have asked for, and I hope that you will remember me fondly, even after some of the things you read here. This first-hand account of my life is yours to do with as you please, and I have been as detailed as circumstances will allow me to be. You will find no instructions for how to re-create the time machines within, though I do mention their existence in order to accurately recount our travels together.

I am proud to have called you my friend and just know I have treasured all of our years together.

'Doc' Emmett L. Brown

Marty blinks furiously against the tears welling up in his eyes. ❝God, Doc, you never change... I didn't think you'd actually do it.❞ The book weighs a ton in his hand and makes his chest weigh just as much.

The weight of his best friend's life story...

The journal's spine cracks as he opens it and there, in black ink, is something that threatens more tears.

For Marty, My partner across space-time. For Clara, Jules, and Verne, Who have made me the luckiest man to have ever lived.

He flips to the first page.

Every story follows a pattern. You start at the beginning, proceed through the middle, and then eventually reach the finale, in which everything wraps up, for better or for worse. A life story is no different, though the steps taken to reach said finale vary wildly between each individual.

So, as stories go, it is only fitting this one starts at the beginning.

❝Jen! Jen, you've gotta come down here! I just got a birthday present from the Doc!❞

#doctober 2023 #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#so if you've read my carrd you'll know that i've presented doc's backstory in the form of an autobiography #which marty has insisted he write and more so after the temporal experiment's resounding success because #as he put it - every great scientist has an autobiography and marty is determined that #doc get the respect and recognition that he deserved #so doc agreed with the caveat that he would deliver it to marty on a future birthday likely after he'd already passed #doc is going to live to 100 years old easy with the rejuvenation and such but #he won't live forever. remember that he's technically *seventy-five* (four? eh depends on timeframe) when he returns from being in the past #since 9-10 years have passed for him despite no time passing for marty. he also doesn't want to live forever #and i've chosen to interpret rear-view mirror in the sense of looking back on the past #now through the book doc has gifted to him

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georgi-girl · 7 months

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Birthday Present for my friend @fanficwolf105. Song of the Sea starring her fankid oc Amanda.

Ironically, Song of the Sea is a better Little Mermaid sequel than the actual Little Mermaid sequel.

I call this piece "Merrows" starring:

Melody from Return to the Sea, in the role of Big Brother Ben.

Amanda, daughter of Ariel and Nani, in the role of Saoirse (pronounced Sheer-Sha) I used fanficwolf's drawing of her for the picture, and since there isn't a drawing of her as a mermaid, I added a mermaid tail.

Ariel from Return to the Sea as Bronagh. Magical sea princess who has to leave her family.

Nani Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch as Connor. Surfing Champ turned lighthouse keeper, trying to keep her ohana safe.

Experiment 489 (Huggo) as Cu the dog. I thought about using Max but decided to go with something more seaworthy.

Kobra Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch in the role of Granny. Mr. Well-Meaning social worker worried about the storms bombarding Hawaii.

Ursala from The Little Mermaid in the role of Macha, with Flotsam and Jetsom as her owls. She’s the reason for all the storms.

King Tritan from The Little Mermaid in the role of Great Seanachai. Lonely Ruler of an abandoned kingdom.

The fish women from Hercules and Xena: Battle for Mount Olympus as the Daone Sidhe. I don't know if they're sirens or sea nymphs. In this story they're sea nymphs.

Grimsby from The Little Mermaid as the Bus Driver.

David from Lilo and Stitch as Ferry Dan.

Nevy Nervine from Ava's Demon as Mac Lir. The tragic daughter of Ursala.

The story is this...

Merrows are a type of mermaid who can turn into humans with the help of magical amulets. Merrow princess Ariel fell in love with and married human Nani. Thanks to either sea magic or alien science, they both conceive babies with each other. Ariel has Melody, and three years later Nani has Amanda. But right after Nani gives birth, Ariel is called away by her father King Tritan, and must leave behind her family and transformation amulet.

Nine years later, mysterious storms and tsunamis batter islands up and down the Pacific. Melody spends her time swimming with beloved Huggo, while Amanda tries to learn more about her heritage. One night, Amanda finds Ariels' transformation amulet, puts it on, and takes her first swim through the sea as a merrow.

But the storms are getting worse, and Kobra Bubbles is in charge of evacuating the islands' children from the coast. To protect her daughters, Nani tearfully makes them leave. But Melody and Amanda sneak away from Bubbles, and while traveling to the coast, they meet a quartet of sea nymphs who sing about King Tritan's battle with sea witch Ursala and how he sent away his people in all directions under the care of his seven daughters. Hearing this, the sisters take a rowboat to sea and search for their grandfather.

At sea, they're attacked by Ursala's eels who take Amanda away. Melody drifts alone with Huggo until Tritan finds them. He explains that a hundred years ago, Ursala had a daughter named Nevy. Nevy went mad with grief after her human lover died so Ursala removed her emotions and turned her into coral. Ursala tried to turn other merrows into coral but was sealed away in an iceberg. Ursala broke out of the iceberg the same day that Amanda was born. To protect his people, King Tritan called back his daughters to lead them to safety. He can't leave his palace, but he can help Melody by giving her an amulet (the locket) so she can be a merrow too.

Melody is guided by Ariels' spirit to Ursalas' lair. Ursala is midway through stealing Amanda's emotions when Melody stops her. Melody and Amanda uncork all the bottled emotions, causing Ursala to have a breakdown. She tearfully admits she forbade Nevy from seeing her lover, and that's why Nevy was in so much pain. She promises not to hurt the other merrows if the sisters bring Nevy back to life.

They swim back to Hawaii, reunite with Nani, and sing a beautiful duet that not only raises Nevy from her coral bed, but also calls back the merrows scattered around the world. Including Ariel.

#recast meme #movie recast #birthday gift #fanficwolf105 #oc #fankid #femslash #disney nextgen #song of the sea #the little mermaid #lilo and stitch #return to the sea #ava's demon #crossover #alternate universe

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hulking-godless-child-beast · 6 months

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Someday I want to propose to someone / be proposed to with the "box inside of a box inside of a box inside of a box etc" gag.

Think about it: the suspicion, "haha wouldn't it be funny if the smallest box had a ring in it" growing into mounding tension as the boxes get smaller, and smaller, and eventually what else could fit in this one besides a ring box?

you could even make an Emperor's New Groove reference by putting a tiny little flea figurine inside the ring box and a hammer nearby, then go "sike" and pull the ring out of your pocket

#my posts #romance #sort of #if my future hopeful-fiancee is reading this somehow:#hi o/#you have to tell your time's version of me that you got the idea from a blog post I wrote okay?#because they definitely forgot #you don't get to claim credit for the best proposal idea ever #in return you can ask your me for pics of the mullet they had in 2023 #it probably didn't get impressive until november or december #might've continued into 2024 and beyond #I don't know yet #also while it could maybe be funny #be careful about using labeled product boxes #your me has probably told you by now about the time little tiny me got Very Upset about a birthday gift in a sink faucet box #also my birthday is at a perfect time to set up a 6/9 wedding

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sadthixx · 2 months

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If anyone remembers the Kikagoods CJD doll I ordered around Christmas, well... it got cancelled.

It was delayed until April and I didn't want to wait that long, so unfortunately the CJD project is cancelled. However... I got a replacement for the doll and it's what I wanted, so in the end I'll be posting a review for that one when it arrives sometime soon.

Kikagoods has been a good service so far and their customer service is really nice so please don't blame them, and this doll I recently have replaced with is a backup to the original order. I won't be revealing it until the day it arrives because I wanna surprise y'all but the hint I'll give is PEETSOON 1/12 scale BJD.

But in all, I'm sorry I have to cancel the CJD project. In the future though, I'll save up money to make it into an Obitsu 11/Nendoroid Doll project, I have the listings saved and all I need to do is calculate how much everything will be and try for the cheapest route.

#kikagoods doll notice #Kemo XII had it delayed until April so that's why Kikagoods isn't at blame here #kikagoods is actually a nice service for legit BJDs #and at least i got something else i wanted in return #originally the PEETSOON doll was saved for my birthday but maybe i wanna order another one on my birthday...#i'm counting this as a late Christmas gift to myself anyway

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patronsaint-prometheus · 6 months

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It’s not even thanksgiving and I’m already getting Christmas posts on my feed. This isn’t one of those posts dunking on ppl who enjoy Christmas I just wish not celebrating Christmas was seen as an option? I don’t want anything to do with the tradition. I don’t want pity gifts that just so happen to line up with the holiday. I don’t want to celebrate any other holiday around that time either. Every year I get ppl trying to “fix” my associations with Christmas and it just makes it worse. I’m not broken. I just don’t need to find the same shit entertaining as you do.

I hope you all enjoy your holidays. Genuinely I mean that. But I won’t. It doesn’t matter how many layers of separation you try to put on it. I don’t want to celebrate fucking christmas. I’m a grown adult and that should be a normal decision I can make that will be respected.

#i may still try to get my friends gifts who do celebrate #but. that’s the full extent of it #it’s like going to their birthday party and dropping off a gift. i don’t want their cake and I don’t want a present in return lmao #I hate Christmas a lot. i hate my own birthday a lot.#and I keep getting yelled at for it as if my own lack of enjoyment ruins it for everyone els #I’m too autistic for this bullshit man. i could not fake it if I tried. i have tried and it didn’t work

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