Valentines - Tumblr Posts
It’s almost here!
“It’s almost here~ It’s almost Valentines!” Alister sings along happily in the streets while carrying bags of material, chocolates, letters, coupons for flowers, and heart balloons.
Persian Rose “Love Spell” Cookies
What cute valentines day kitchen witchery inspo!
Happy Valentine's Day Fellers XD
Here's that Couple from that Hit Show Yu Yu Hakusho!!!
Couldn't pick 1 color, which do y'all like? :P
VALENTINE'S DAAAY <3
🥀· . : · .
This man is something else I swear 🤣🤣
Candle salad - 1959
Steve looked up through his eyelashes at the boy lying beside him. Billy was smoking a cigarette and staring out the window. Moonlight seeped into the room through thin blinds and illuminated his face and bare chest. Steve reached a hand over to play with the silver pendant Billy always wore. Things were different now. The monsters were gone, but the wounds they left behind still hadn’t healed. Billy’s skin was rippled with scars and his curls had grown out past his shoulders. It’s a miracle he survived. Steve still couldn’t believe he was alive. Touching his chest, he was peacefully reassured that the blonde next to him was real. When Steve let his mind wander, he feared that all of this had been his imagination. That one day he would wake up and the boy he loved would only be a memory. Of course he still hadn’t actually told him he loved him. Those words had always seemed too volatile, too sensitive, but he couldn’t hold them in much longer. Steve inched closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of Billy’s neck. Billy put out his cigarette and turned so that he and Steve were face to face. Breathing in their moment together. No matter how many times Steve looked at Billy’s face, it always surprised him how beautiful it was. Even in the dark his eyes were ocean blue, and Steve was entirely lost in them.
“What’s on your mind Stevie?” Billy whispered through tired eyes. Steve was silent before mustering up the courage to speak.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He muttered. Steve was panicked. He knew Billy would never say it back, he didn’t really even need him to, but he had to say it. Before Steve could speak again, Billy silenced him with his lips. The kiss was slow and messy, Steve was in heaven until he cupped Billy’s face and felt tears. He pulled them apart and looked at the blonde; terrified. Billy’s breath hitched as he stared directly into Steve’s eyes. He brought his hand up and caressed the side of the older boy’s face.
“That’s a really bad idea.” Billy sighed, gently using his thumb to circle Steve’s cheek.
“I know... but I don’t think I can help it.” The brunette choked through cries of his own. Billy moved closer and kissed the tears as they fell.
“Just... Promise me something ok?” Billy replied, inches from the other boys face. Steve’s eyes dazzled and he nodded eagerly. “One day, We’ll get out of here... No monsters, no judgement, just us...”
Steve put his hand through Billy’s hair and tucked it behind his ear, letting his fingers rest on the nape of his neck.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
If Steve could even label the emotions flooding through his head they would be pure joy. The two boys brought their foreheads together and tangled their limbs.
They were young.
They were in love.
They were alive.
Steve would go anywhere for Billy
and he imagined the world sounded like the perfect place to start...
Happy (1 day late) Valentines day..... Here have my character/persona in a valentines day theme suit ❤
Heartbreaking as ever, this guy.
Also got a kind of continue: http://lyoth737.tumblr.com/post/139558816049/sort-of-continue-to?is_related_post=1
Also on deviantArt: http://lyoth737.deviantart.com/art/Underfell-Heartbreaking-valentine-591233410
Redraw! Happy valentines day :)
Valentine's Day - Adam Stanheight / Reader
A/N, it's getting close to V-Day, everyone, and tbh I'm lonely irl, but I always have Adam, and now you do, too! ;)
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Another year, another lost Valentine's Day. You of all people shouldn’t be the one sitting at home with no one by your side. Even the weather was trying to be supportive, with all it’s sunshine and clear skies. There would have been a time when you went diving straight into that blissfulness and lost yourself in a playful craze, but… your soul had broken apart after the first breakup. Just like an apple on the tree; it was happy and alive until it wasn’t needed anymore. Cast away by the mother, like a miserable excuse for a child, never to return again.
Still, your heart was beating, and that meant you hadn’t quit. It ached, sure, and your mind felt like it was rotting, but otherwise you hadn’t quit, no. You hadn’t given up. Not yet. The thing was, there was something that kept coming back to you, even stronger than that of the last time.
Why?
Why did Cupid treat you like this? Why did she insist on breaking your heart over and over again? Why wasn’t there anyone that was meant for you? If Cupid planned everyone’s love-lives, then why had she been avoiding yours? What was wrong with your love-life? WAS there anything wrong with it? Maybe it was just yourself?
In any case, the facts still remained. You were alone on Valentine’s Day, without a single piece of chocolate or a cheerful looking flower. You didn’t even have an ounce of energy to turn on the living room light that was only one scoot away from you on the couch.
Fuck. Everything hated you.
The spoon shifted deeper into the hard block of ice cream. (Favorite ice cream) was so delicious! It almost lifted your spirits up from the hole they were in but… eating ice cream alone wasn’t nearly as fun when you could share it with someone. All your friends had people! Cupid had given them someone to take care of on Valentine’s Day, and all you got was a handful of ice cream in the dark.
This was so unfair.
Amidst your sulking on the tattered cushions of your old sofa, came the slow rustle of footsteps from beyond the condo door. There was excited chittering and laughter from your neighbors, as they presumably let some of their girlfriends or boyfriends into their rooms, but it didn’t seem to be coming from those suspicious footsteps. It was quieter after some time, but the soft susurrus of steps seemed to persist ever onwards.
You contemplated what that sound was. Perhaps it was only the prehistoric pipes giving way to their confines after such a long endeavor of life? Or perhaps it was the swish-swoosh of your neighbor's broom sweeping over the dusty vents? Maybe one could tell, but you could not.
They dragged up and up and up, those footsteps. Not once did they falter, not once did they stumble, not once did they retreat; the footfalls simply repeated. Until at last, after the final serve of ice cream was finished up and swallowed, the sound stopped.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You’d have been asleep right now, if it wasn’t for the abrupt change in your surroundings. What was that, anyway? Was it not the poor pipes? Was it not your soulless neighbor?
And then there it was! A teeny-tiny knock rumbling on your front door.
How could this be so? You were supposed to be alone on Valentine’s Day!
In a very sluggish manner, you stood up from the couch. Your insides were cold from the previously eaten ice cream, and your heart was heavy from the previously stated facts. But somehow you managed to get yourself to your feet, and still hopelessly miserably, you did in fact, unlock the door.
Behind it was a young man that you recognized. His brown eyes were unmistakable. His clothes, tattered and loose, were memorable - or perhaps his appearance was memorable? He was quite handsome, of course.
You stepped back slowly, your mind reeling. This didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel accurate. As you placed one foot behind the other, everything slowed down. It was like moving in slow motion. You could feel your hair blow forwards, the edges of your clothes did as well. You were walking backwards in the wind. Sound stopped, so that it was all just a lackadaisical emptiness, like being underwater.
You kept walking, tediously, backwards. Your eyes were fixed on the newcomer - distraught and unblinking - while your mouth hung open slightly - astonished and bemused.
What the fuck was happening?
The man came walking in, just as fast as you, followed by the strange slithering sound. His movements were lazy, as he looked up from the floor and brought his hands up to his mouth. The click of his lighter resonated around the entire room, ringing for some minutes afterwards. He took a deep breath in, which too was enhanced by some magical hearing aid that had not been there before. You felt yourself grow weak and you reached your hands out backwards, looking for the couch.
He put his lighter back into his pocket, and now you could see the cigarette in his left hand. He blew out on it and smoke filled your vision completely. You stumbled, as the world came back to you once more.
You crashed down, painfully, onto the hard cushions of your couch, white noise filling your ears now as well as the traffic outside the window and the people talking outside your door. The man was approaching quickly by now, a look of alarm on his face. You realized that you knew this man!
“A-Adam Faulkner?” You choked out, feeling dizzy.
Adam’s light voice made your heart flutter. He knelt over you, his hands resting on your shoulders in an attempt to support you. “Woah. What’s wrong, Y/N? Have you eaten anything today?”
You tried to remember what REAL food you had eaten, but it felt like such a long time ago. “I had… ice cream…” you mumbled awkwardly.
“That’s it!?” Adam left you on the couch to go rummage through your fridge. He came back with a sandwich. You hated sandwiches.
“Why do I have to eat that?”
Adam shoved a piece into your mouth unexpectedly, and you gagged but started chewing anyway. “Because you’re faint as fuck, and I don’t want you passing out on me.”
You took the sandwich from him miserably, and ate it slowly. You grimaced every time you had to bite it. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Don’t you have like… a girlfriend to see?”
Adam sat back into a chair across from you, and continued smoking. “What? Are you crazy? You think anyone would want to date me?”
Your heart pounded suddenly, and your cheeks flushed red. “Oh… Right… I’m sure no one… would…” You cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to end the stupid sentence that you had started.
“So, what got you eating ice cream in the darkness all by yourself on Valentine’s?” Adam questioned curiously. You stared at him blankly, as if your eyes alone could get the words across. “Oh come on. You didn’t really think no one was gonna come see you?”
You shoveled more sandwich into your mouth. At this point you would rather eat this than have to answer his question. Instead, you asked, “What got you to come all the way up to some single person’s house on Valentine’s?”
“ ‘Single’?” Adam wondered. “That works well for my plans, actually.”
You gazed at him in dismay, starting to get the idea he was implying. You finished your sandwich swiftly after that, wanting to look pretty for what MIGHT be coming up. “Let me get dressed! Oh my god, I can’t believe you had to see me like this.” Suddenly, you had newfound motivation…
Adam seemed a little off guard by your major mood change, but he rolled with it. “Sure. I mean, whatever you like. I think you look good in what you have on.”
“I’m still in my pajamas though.”
Adam shrugged. “I guess it makes undressing easier.”
At first you didn’t think much of the comment, until you were in the bathroom. And then you realized his implication. Adam was flirting with you… or trying to. You started smiling. Now that you thought about it, it was really cute. You dressed hastily, and then presented yourself to Adam cautiously. It had been awhile since you had done anything like this.
Adam smiled at you. “There you are. Looking beautiful, as usual.”
You giggled. “Oh, stop. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” You were embarrassed by his sudden affection.
Faulkner raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s nothing?” He suggested. “Maybe I’m just enjoying Valentine’s Day?”
You were completely flabbergasted. “Enjoying Valentine’s Day with me?” You were almost unsure it could be possible.
Adam leaned in close and finally got to the point of his visit. “I want to change your social status from single to taken.”
You laughed out loud. “Cheesy!”
Adam laughed with you. “I had to say it as soon as I thought of it.”
“So, is THAT why you’re here? To give me a cheesy pickup line?”
“Hey,” Adam said defensively. “It was cheesy, but… I was being honest.”
You stared at him, your mind going blank. “W-What?”
“Come on, Y/N. You’re not that dim. Or do you need me to spell it out for you?”
You shifted your feet, unable to believe your ears. You didn’t realize Adam felt that way about you. Had this been an all-time-thing, or was he joking with you? You’d been in love with Adam ever since your first meeting, but… you never thought that the feelings could be mutual. Besides, if Adam had felt this way about you for so long, then why hadn’t he done anything about it? Why was THIS year the year that he opened up?
“I… don’t get it…” you stammered.
“What’s there to get? I really like you.”
“But… I never knew… If I knew, I wouldn’t have waited so long. I thought that… you were with someone else.”
“Who else?” Adam asked skeptically. “I haven’t dated since… since Jigsaw…” He shook his head vehemently. “But, that was a long time ago. I feel ready to try again. So… does this mean… you don’t want-”
“No!” You interrupted. “I do want this! I’m so sorry for complicating it, I was trying to understand everything. It didn't make sense.”
“It’s okay,” Adam said, and pulled you into a hug.
You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. It was so loud you could have sworn the whole condo could hear it. Your face and hands were hot, and you felt faint again, but not because of hunger; it was out of happiness.
You wrapped your arms around Adam’s waist and rested your head on his chest. It was odd to you how one’s outlook on life could change within a day, all depending on the set of circumstances a person was put into. That morning you had been despairing, but now - nearly twelve thirty - you were in perfect bliss. You were just so glad to have someone of your own this Valentine’s Day.
“Hmm…” you sighed. “Perhaps Cupid doesn’t leave everyone in the dark?”
“Huh?” Adam looked down at you, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.
You glanced back up at him. “Oh, sorry. It was nothing.”
Adam placed you on the couch. “What do you want to do now? I was gonna take you to lunch.”
You straightened your back, and dusted your clothes out. “O-Of course, Adam. I’d love to.”
Adam put out his cigarette and tossed it into the wastebasket. He leapt to his feet and went racing to the door. He looked back at you, and gestured you over with his hand. “Come on, Y/N. This is gonna be the best day of your life!”
You followed him out the door hesitantly, a small smile on your face. It was cold outside, but you couldn’t care less about the weather. The mere presence of Adam Stanheight was enough to keep you warm. “I’m excited,” you whispered bravely, closing the door behind you and staring out into the rain. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.”
Meanwhile at school #10
Leo: What is maturity?
Aquarius: Something I don't have.
Leo: *monotone* ...how cute
Valentines orders are a lil hectic with home delivery isnt it atleast Valentines dresses are cute in inkwell
I have smth i wanna write for valentines but like idk who to write for..
IT WAS GONNA BE FOR SOMEONE IN TR BUT IDKK
YOU GIVE ME THE FEELS
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your fav x gn! reader (ゝ。∂)
cw: valentines 😒, kisses ^3^, ANNIVERSARYS !!, marriage, lovey dovey yucky stuff..
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YOUR FAV who asks you out on valentines! To make sure your anniversary is on valentines! (´,,>ω<,,`)♡
YOUR FAV who makes your first kiss on valentine’s day (a year into the relationship) so you can celebrate your 1 one year anniversary and your first kiss anniversary on the day of love.
YOUR FAV who proposes to you ON VALENTINES (you get the point atp) and they know that you can start seeing the pattern now, but they find it so cute.
YOUR FAV who NEEDS to have your wedding planned on valentines, and forces everyone to come no matter what their plans were
BONUS: they never get you on gift on valentines, buys you gifts for each anniversary !
Don’t forget to love yourself this Valentine’s too ❤
Happy Valentines~
And the Speedpaint!