[IC] It's the Birthday of the OC above you!

Shiro is frantically baking a cake in the kitchen. He's making his little brother Gekko help him, but in all honestly they're slowing each other down due to their stupidity. "MATEO!" (Gekko's real name) "Get me the icing wey!!" Shiro is obviously panicking trying to get done before midnight. It is 11:31 p.m.

Shiro starts icing the cake, "Wings, get me the icing!- Please!" Once he finishes the icing, wingman hands him the sprinkles. He shakes it all over, trying to cover his mistakes with it. He finally gets the candles. They didn't have the number 2 candle so instead he used a capital "Z." He puts it on the cake carefully, taking steps back when he's finished.

"Huh.." He looks puzzled at his own creation. "Uhh.. Wings, you think he'll like it..?" Wings gives him a blank stare. "Whatever man! I know more about the arts than you do anyway." (He's coping.)

He starts to run out the house, cake in hand. He's about to enter his car until he remembers.. "FUCK! The gift!" He leaves the cake in his car, running back inside, almost tripping on the door step. He retrieves the gift from his room. Running back, he enters the car, and leaves. It's 11:43 p.m.

He tries to go through the less busy streets, going above the speed limit. He's quite literally tokyo drifting n' shi'.

He makes it to Haru's front doorstep at 11:59 p.m. He's checks himself with his phone camera real quick before knocking 2 times. The door opens.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!" Gift and cake at hand, leaning forward. "I made you this cake! And check it, I got you this!" He pulls a box out of his hands and hands it to Haru. "I, uh, heard you liked flowers and stuff. I thought it'd be cool if you could have ones that don't die and stuff!"

@ NP, feel free to do anything! Shiro loves to go out and spend time with friends and family. He's a huge foodie!

koen

It's a middle of the night, the star are twinkling brighter than the moon, and it's pretty quiet...well, not in Los Angeles since you can hear cars passing by no matter what neighborhood, dogs barking all over the place, and of course you can't see any stars or even a moon due to the city's light pollution. Okay, let's not get too off-topic so uh, yeah, today is Shiro's birthday and we're gonna celebrate it on his house, or apartment, whatever. So, Francis and his friends brought a cake after they made it on Francis' home and some gifts for Shiro, barge inside his home, and trying their best not to wake them up without any noises. They slowly walks to Shiro's room, turn on the room's light and yells "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" to Shiro, much to his surprise. Tho Shiro is confuse how do they know his home or even sneak inside but he didn't care just as long as he wants to taste that delicious tiramisu cake. Not only that, Francis' old friends brought some of his favorite stuff as a gift. No birthday decoration but let's party for the birthday anyway. finished

DanishTheMenace Please remember to finish your WIP! 

Pastel wasn't so familiar with Kronos' homeland, the flashiness, the cyberpunkery of it all, but he could respect it as something new, something incredible to poke at... and that wasn't even getting into the woman herself. To say he was unsure of what to gift to her for the special day was an understatement. He was certain that Kronos would rather be at the casino, spending time with her pals, either entertaining or being entertained, treated to a night of drinks and music and so on.

He knew the least he could have offered her though was well wishes. Besides, she seemed easy to approach. "Miss," he spoke warmly, his arms stretched out in an almost theatrical display, "I heard it was your birthday -- no, you needn't spend the time with me. I'm about twice your age -- twenty-five, right? -- you don't need me hanging around and fucking with you and your friends. Still..." He trailed off as he extended the gift to her. The shape of it was obvious, he didn't exactly have a box to shove it into, but it was small enough to suffice as a quick gift. He didn't want to do perform any grand gestures for the agent, after all.

Underneath the red-and-white wrapping paper was... a battery. A rusty, old battery, dug out from the tombs, heavy as ever. Not that Pastel would know that. "I went with the vessel girl out into the mountains, she knows the caves and tunnels better than I," he said, "But this thing, it flashes and sets fire and... you know, it explodes if you apply enough heat to it. Could've sold this to a museum for a hefty thousand or something, but hey. You like shit like this, don't you?"

@ NP: today is pastel's actual bday . go crazy . you can make it a happy day or totally ruin it

"Happy birthday Pastel! I brought you some whiskey, I hope you like it!" Auggie grinned, holding out a few bottles of alcohol. He wasn't sure if Pastel would prefer any specific type of whiskey, so he just grabbed what he could and ran off to find Pastel.

Auggie handed the bottles to him and felt around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a coupon for a free spa day. "Oh, right! I thought you might enjoy this! You deserve a day to relax at the spa!"

"That's all I brought, it's nothing fancy but I thought like you'd like it! Oh, and happy birthday again!" The tuxedo exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a dramatic way before immediately regretting it when a sharp pain shot up his back. He hunched over quickly, putting his arms around himself as if that would make the pain go away any sooner. "Ow, I shouldn't have done that.." Auggie managed to squeak out.

Once the pain faded, he stood up straight again and smiled softly. "Well, I hope you have a good birthday. Miss M. probably needs me back at the speakeasy. You're welcome to drop by at any time!" Auggie said, dropping a club-shaped pin in his hand and leaving.

v he would burrito himself in that blanket immediately-

     Jackson whistled to get Auggie's attention. He was sitting against the windowsill with a cheesy grin on his face and a bag over his shoulder. Using doors? It just didn't seem right for a thief like him, he always had to have his grand entrances, even this far into his life.

     "Heard it was your birthday. Happy birthday, little guy!" he cheered and tossed the bag over to him, where it fell with a light thud. "I got this for you. It looked really nice, so you'll have to give me some reviews later, okay?" Inside the bag was a plush blanket and incredibly fluffy, name brand pillow. They were both brands he was curious about, but he figured he'd go to the expert, and judging by that pile of pillows and blankets Auggie was the leading expert.

     "Enjoy it. Have a good birthday!" With a wave, the thief purposefully fell off the side of the window to find his way to the next heist.

6s had never been a social event person, especially after everything that had happened to them. However, one of 6s’ friends invited her to tag alongside them, in return for some Italian food. This was an offer he couldn’t refuse, and thus, he decided to tag along. 

6s hadn’t really known Jackson, the one the party was for, all that well. There’d been mutual conversation maybe once or twice, but that was about it. 6s’s friend had told them the party was very casual, and there wouldn’t be a ton of people. Thank god. 

When 6s arrived, she was overjoyed to have little to no attention on her as she walked in the door. In her hands nested a small gift bag, a blue and white polka dot pattern, with near-transparent white tissue paper. He set the small bag on the table with the rest of the gifts, and walked over to the large group surrounding a much bigger table. 

 6s waved to her friend as she sat down at the last seat at the table, conviently placed next to where Jackson was sitting. A look of confusion, albeit not the bad kind, simply more of a ‘where have I seen you before’ lack of certainty. 6s waved. “Hi, we’ve talked once or twice. My friend invited me.” Jackson nodded, before returning to the story he was previously telling, specifically about the time he lost his eye in a heist. 6s was simply shocked, although intrigued. 

Hours passed, although they felt like minutes, thanks to the sheer detail within Jacksons’ stories. Through the open curtains in a side window, 6s could see the sun slowly setting. Taking a mental note to leave soon, she continued listening to this story before she would make her way back to her apartment. As the story began to wrap up, 6s slowly stood out of the chair, stretching her legs and arms. Ever so quietly, he began to speak. “Thank you for letting me come. I had fun.” 6s made his way out the door, waving to Jackson, and all the new friends he had made in the hours before. 

(np: just have fun with it!! also, please ping me with your post if it’s been over 24 hours since i posted)

Rivers pushed open the door of 6s’ house, trying his best not to drop the box he was carrying. It was poorly wrapped in green paper and almost completely covered in various types of tape as if he had ran out of one halfway through and just took whatever else he could find to finish. It was far from pretty but he had tried his best. 

“Happy birthday 6s!” He called, placing the heavy box on a table. It contained whatever books he could find with the help of a friend. Rivers didn’t know 6s the best so he wasn’t entirely sure what she’d like but he had heard from a friend of theirs that he liked to read. Hopefully this would be a suitable gift. “Thank you for inviting me to your party. I’m glad to be here.” He grinned, quickly picking the box back up “I uh guess I should just give this directly to you rather than leave it somewhere.” He handed the box to 6s, excited to see their reaction when he opened it.

(@ np do whatever you’d like with it! ) 

The sun was setting already. Xander sat on a wooden box, allowing the last beams of the sun to warm his face. A soft breeze circulated. The sand in the Mojave Desert danced in the wind.
“I got you something, my friend,” he said as he turned towards Rivers. He smiled. On his lap rested a small box, packed and everything, that he now held out to the courier.

“It is candy,” he spoiled. Xander couldn’t help but laugh. “A box full of it. I picked out my favorite from back home, nougat to be exact,” he said. Xander folded his hands on his laps and couldn’t help but lean slightly closer to Rivers. Excited to see what his friend would think of his gift. “Have you ever tried nougat before?” Xander smiled. “It's made with honey and roasted almonds. With a warm taste.” The singer straightened his pose, his gaze shifting back to the vast desert before them. The light of the dying sun painted purple streaks over the restless sand. For a second, this broken world was at peace. “Happy birthday Rivers.” He looked over to him once more, with a bigger smile on his face this time. “May you see many more sunsets like these, my friend.”
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I always blank out on KvD birthday lore. Like I can tell you obscure lore about the demon fish in the North, or how animal hides are transported to the tanner in Mosch but I have 0 clue about birthdays. Xander is born late autumn/begin of winter?? I think?? 

Xander with the gift

How such a warm, kind man could be born in such a cold part of the year, Maribelle could never understand. But, it was what her father told her, and she had been counting the days since -- or trying to, these things were difficult, and she hadn't even a calendar to remind herself with, but she managed, and thankfully, the lord humored her. He was outside the apartment, smoking away, and for a moment she pondered if she should have been out there with him. Still. Wasn't like Xander was dangerous or malicious or anything of the sort, and she had one of the castle guards there at her side. A bit of a vibe kill, but her father insisted.

"..I don't know if it's actually your birthday." Maribelle second-guessed, "I would've thought you would have been called upon by your emperor to celebrate, or your... man... husband..?" Boyfriend? Oh, perish the thought, Xander was too nice and polite and rich to just have boyfriends. "So, I'm very sorry if I'm interrupting, I don't mean to. Here-- Here." She eased closer, shuddering in the warmth of the lobby for a moment, shaking out that last bit of cold. "I don't know if you like these," she said, "But you seemed to like my embroidery last time, so I thought that... it took a while, but..."

And what she gave him was small, a knitted bluebird plush. It was probably too childish for him. She was well-informed, practically lectured of it on the carriage ride to his abode, and now, looking at it, she doubted herself again. Probably for no good reason. Xander liked birds, and he had never been cruel before, so why would he reject it?

..She felt it necessary to add on, anyway. "My father wanted to go out to eat with you, too." she uttered, "If you're not busy tonight, that is. Not with me, though, because he said he wants to go to a winehouse, if you know any in the city, and I'm not supposed to have a lot of wine." Her face almost fell thinking of it, but she kept level-headed and smiling. "If I stay here, though, I won't bother anything, promise, and I'll feed your bird her supper too, and... and keep the apartment clean. I'll only sit. In here. Dear sir."

@ NP: babybelle's birthday is kind of boring . celebrated with parties but the parties aren't actually for her and there are like zero other kids usually . she sorta hates them but just deals with it/hides it for appearances.

alternatively you can respond to her default profile, just let me know. default vers would probably forget her birthday, since her sense of time is a bit dead, and nor does she really celebrate it anymore.

either way go crazy. you can have a fun normal time or you can completely destroy a child's bday

v marble displeased by fairies

"Adults can be so cruel..."

Marcus didn't have a lot of experience celebrating birthday parties. His family was far more likely to celebrate death than life, so he wasn't sure what to do on the special occasion. But he knew that Maribelle shouldn't be so upset. So naturally, he begs the other child and brings her to his own special party!

If Maribelle agrees to go to his part of the forest, Maribelle is "lucky" enough to spend the day with dancing forest fairies and a cake Marcus stole from the nearby bakery.

@ Np: Marcus has no concept of what a birthday is, so he wouldn't celebrate it on his own!

BubblyMuffinz240 I'm just letting you know that some parts of your post (Marcus kidnapping Maribelle and describing that she is dancing) violate the no godmodding rule in this thread. Inviting her to the forest, for example, would be fine, moving her there without her owner's permission is not. Please edit your post to make sure you're not controlling Vapor's oc! 

I changed it, I'm sorry 😅

     Reggie looked down at Marcus, feeling his nose wrinkle in disgust. There was a foul scent coming from the student, it reeked of death and something even more primal than that. Whatever it was, it meant one thing: that sweet smile of his wasn't authentic. Yet something in the back of Reggie's head told him not to try fighting him, either warned by the scent or something else entirely. It felt right to heed that advice.

     And... Marcus was young. Even if he had a killer's scent, Reggie couldn't help but be reminded of the others when he was at the orphanage. Now that he thought about it, it was one of their birthdays today.

     "You don't know what a birthday is?" the exorcist mused. Someone that young never experiencing a birthday party? It didn't feel right, either.
     Reggie scratched the back of his head. He reached into one of his pouches to pull out a lollipop and handed it to Marcus. "Here. A special treat for your birthday. It's to have and enjoy, I don't need anything back." That pouch was reserved for when he found kids shaken up from monsters they ran across, but he'd make an exception for today. If anything, this was to vicariously celebrate his friend's birthday, too.