#Romantic Valentines Day Wishes

[emoregressioncore]

1989 (Taylor's Version) Valentines

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[kondietorei]

alas the classic outfit swap

bonus doodle underneath ^^

drew this after realizing i only drew one sea salt ice cream orz

[kira-light0]

Happy Valentines Day to those who are celebrating!

Feel free to send these to your mash-loving valentines!

(And if you want one to say something specific, just let me know and I can try to make it)

[orcelito]

Man, seeing all the valentines day decorations in stores n shit is just reminding me how much I fucking Hate valentines day

[worldlydesiretemple]

an awesome reminder for valentines day since it’s coming up soon is that it is Not Romantic Exclusive. valentines day is a day about love. not just romantic love, no specific love, just love. love your romantic partners! love your queerplatonic partners! love your friends! love your enemies! do whatever you want there’s no Romance Police to jump you on this

[bestbonnist]

Happy valentine's day!

[vanalex]

Valentine's would be better if it were Halloween instead ❤️🖤❤️

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #29: Azula's belated birthday present for Sokka

No other poll in my Patreon has ever been as competitive and chaotic as this one was, haha. I seriously didn't know who would win since two prompts were neck to neck until the very last moment. But this one took it home in the end...! And here's our piece for this month, right before the month ends :'D

This always was one of my favorite chapters from Part 1, and that scene never failed to make me feel the feels. I loved remembering the early days of how these two were constantly finding any and every excuse to disregard their positions in society and just act on their feelings... oh, what happy times, no matter if we were constantly on edge because they HAD to give in already ffs XD

The BG was tricky but I hope it worked out alright, though figuring out how to make the texture for the rocky crater was pure torture. But playing with the colors here was really really fun, and I found a great brush for the pattern of Azula's dress, which made my life waaaaaaay easier, haha. Anyway, I really hope you guys liked it! Definitely my better rendition of this scene so far!

If you would like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a $1 pledge on Patreon will allow you to join in with prompt suggestion and voting on polls, as well as access to snippets for the next Gladiator chapter 6 days before release!

[theprinceandthewitch]

Anyways, I've read enough to conclude IDV fans are fucking liars lmao.

Now I'm going to find that official cosplay video of Alice and Orpheus before I disappear for awhile - the video that supposedly has romantic music playing in the background.

[coffinkissez]

idk ik people don’t like valentines bc corporate holiday rahahhah but i just like it as a day to love my friends and love my family and love my fictional characters and wear cute pink and red outfits and skip around giving red velvet cookies and be happy idk

[starlightlibraries]

The Matchmaker

Their kind has called me by many names, Cupid, Deity, God of Love and more recently the Matchmaker. None of them my real name. Many of them have come to me, seeking my help. My favor. I obliged, I gave to them what they were looking for. A lover, a soulmate, a perfect match for every person that stepped through my halls. They gave me their wish, they worded it differently, even though they all asked for the same, and I give them the picture of their match. Information on its back. Strange… now that I think about it, I could swear these were small statues once, though it does not matter the form, they serve the same purpose.

Sometimes people return with another by their side and thank me, other times they return alone. They seem upset then, they scream and cry, fearful and angry at me. I do not know why they shout at me. I am merely the messenger. Fate is the one to make the decisions. They calm eventually, sometimes they apologize, sometimes they look into nothingness with glazed, tired eyes. I feel bad for them but I cannot show myself to give comfort, for they would run and flee from my monstrous form. Perhaps their lover faded before they could meet them, maybe it was another thing entirely. I have seen the people within the photographs wither and fade. I witnessed it time and time again that one soulmate faded before either came to me to make their wish. I hope they found each other regardless. They must have, right?

Normally the humans come to ask, because they do not know who they are looking for. This one human though, came here with a name they asked for. I did not listen for the name at first, it is always the same. I still searched for their soulmate, I always do no matter what they ask, and I turned up empty handed. I searched again and again and again. Returning to where I could see the person only after being far too ruffled to continue my search. The human had laid something into the offering bowl I would normally drop the pictures into. I could only perceive that it was an almost black picture but nothing more than that. They were waiting. I waited too, for them to get bored or disappointed that their wish did not get granted, that they would leave. They did not… they called out the name again. My name. My realname.They were waiting for me. 

I descended from my hiding place. The humans should not know my real name. I took shelter behind my offering bowl. I could not possibly hide behind it, I still tried none the less. And my visitor laughed and smiled, asking if I am trying to hide. They did not run or scream, why didn’t they flee? The human walked around the bowl, so they stood face to face with me. They took the picture from the offering bowl and held it out to me. I gingerly took the photo, it showed a silhouette completely blacked out. Most of anything in this photo seemed black and gone. When I turned it over, the normally neat writing was scratchy and almost seemed to be quivering. There at the top of the tear stained photograph was my name. Real and barely legible. I held it gently, afraid of the brownish ink on the back crumbling or the front becoming even more disfigured. The human was still standing in front of me, smiling. Waiting for me. I was waiting for something too, was I not?

Every human is supposed to be paired with another human. Every human except one, this one human that was somehow paired with me. They did not leave me alone after they got me out of my room for the first time. Patiently waiting in front of my offering bowl, moving away whenever someone came to wish but returning once they received their picture and left. And when one of the sad ones came they would try and calm them. Sometimes they would tell me stories and show me photographs from faraway places that they travelled to. It’s the reason I have come to call them the Photographer or Photo for short. I was told their name but it is only one of many human names, one other’s share with them. Did I share my name with another? I wanted for them to have a more special name, something only belonging to this one special human.

Eventually, I would descend from my room more often to spend some time with Photo. They introduced me to films and continued to show me pictures of faraway places. They weren’t here every day anymore, they said it was because they had to work too. I did not mind since it allowed me to focus on the wishes. Was I always so obsessed with these? What did I do when there was no wish to grant? I knew they would return once they had finished their work and they always did. Once they returned, they would bring something from the places they visited. We used these things to decorate the entrance hall. It was so nice and warm, I could hear the windchimes and smell the breeze. I would sometimes see the humans looking at some of the things there. Most of them were respectful and did not take anything but some did. It always made Photo sad, so I put up a sign for them to please stop. It did not really work but eventually Photo got less hurt by things disappearing. One thing I would never let them take: a small model airplane that had always been here. There was also one human that would take a blanket and some pillows to watch the sunset every morning. They would always return them. The same human I had also seen trying to approach my offering bowl, most likely to give the same wish as everyone does. I wished too once didn’t I? They never did approach though, fearful of something unknown to me.

We planted a tree in my wishing room. It needed some modifications though, like a giant window above the place where the tree grew. Some of the people that came to wish talked to the small plant, some stepped on it and other’s went and got water or food for it. I did not like the people who hurt our tree. I still granted their wishes though, it was my purpose after all. Has it always been? Photo and I spend many nights stargazing through the window or simply watching the tree grow. The cool night air was always nice, Photo would take as an excuse to cuddle up to me. Eternity was not so long with them by my side.

Photo tried to teach me how to dance but since my size made it far too difficult to do. So I just picked them up and spun both us around until I grew dizzy. They were laughing the whole time, even when I sat them back down. Though I did get chided for this not being a real dance. To me it was and their laughter was the music.

Photo also managed to get the sunset-human to come inside and finally cast their wish. And like always I went to look for their soulmate. The problem was, I couldn’t find them. Why did this feel familiar?  What I could find though was the humans own picture, no thread connecting it to another. I gently took the picture, which seemed darker than the others, and turned it around. The writing on the back was slightly wrong, more jittery but still black. I collected the photo and returned to the two waiting humans. The sunset-one almost ran when I descended. Photo held onto them so they would not. I did not wish to merely drop the photograph into the bowl since it was that of the human, not that of their soulmate. When they were told this the sunset-human seemed so sad, they started crying. I knew that felling. It hurts. Photo gave them a hug and I joined, taking both of them into my arms. Eventually the one crying calmed down.

They have stuck around too. Photo and I sometimes join them to watch the sunset. The first time I went outside was when Photo wanted to show me the stars or at least something special happening that night. We stayed out there the whole night, no one came to wish. Maybe they wished on the stars instead, like I used to do. Dusk, that’s what I named the sunset-human, came by too. They got some of the blankets and pillows and asked to join us. So the three of us watched the stars fall through the sky until the sun returned. Sometimes when Photo wasn’t there, Dusk would be around, keeping me company. At the very least I joined them in watching sunsets. They were there every day. Sometimes they would show me projects. The sunsets always did stay beautiful even after millions of times of seeing them. At some point they showed me their picture again, it had grown darker the writing on the back more disfigured. It was starting to remind me of my own photograph, just in a less awful state. I was getting worried but Dusk was still smiling, even if it never reached their eyes.

I started teaching them how the picture room functions, how to grant the peoples wishes. And they started writing down their memories. Filling away old pictures of themselves with a variety of people. I supposed it not that bad of an idea. My own memory being rather spotty. Dusk carried far more knowledge on what was happening then I did. They seemed to know what’s coming while I could only guess. But they did not seem afraid, they were even eager to learn. They had also been stockpiling books and other things to entertain themselves. They also brought some of their butterflies.

I had two sets of wings but didn’t know how to use them. Photo tried to teach me how to fly. It ended with me crashing into a lot of things, I thought that maybe my body wasn’t made to fly. I did not mind it, not being able to fly. But I missed the fluffy clouds and wind against my skin. Photo let it go eventually. I think they grew too tired to continue. It happened a lot, that Photo grew tired. Sometimes they just slept while I worked. They had their own little corner with pillows and blankets. Their camera always close by but rarely used. I knew why they were tired, I knew that they were fading. I did not wish to think about it then. I hadn’t recognized how much time had passed. Dusk did not change at all. Only their picture darkened further. The writing becoming more like scribbles.

I think Photo had stopped travelling and working at some point. They used to use their camera to take pictures for humans in white dresses and dark suits and fancy clothing. Photo said some mentioned me, that I was how the two humans met. They always seemed jovial about the pictures. The people in the pictures were happy too. I envied them then, I do not know why. I asked them why the ones in the pictures were dressed like that and they said it was because they were celebrating their union. And I wondered why we didn’t have a ceremony like that. They laughed at that. The ceremony was only something formal they had explained, if you truly have a bond with another, than neither a name or a ceremony matter, because it will always stay. We continued looking through the different picture books that had come together. It was rare then, that Photo had enough energy to do something. I could not help being sad seeing the old memories: a lake, a forest, a meadow but we never strayed far from our home. I did not at least, I wished I would have travelled with them.

Photo had started a small flower garden, in a glass house, long ago. To show me different types of plants. They had managed to talk Dusk into helping them out with gardening too. The two humans seemed to enjoy taking care of all the plants together. They invited me too, once or twice but I am a bit too clumsy (and too big) to properly care for the flowers. I think, I always have been. Dusk would always jokingly call the glass house a jungle. Because of how many plants there were. They would collect the faded butterflies and make them look colorful again. They brought joy to those looking at them even after having faded. I took Photo out into the glass house as often as they liked. Since they seemed too tired to walk, I picked them up and carried them there. They still liked showing me all of the flowers even in their fading state. I was shown how to make flower crowns by Dusk, so I made an effort to make them a new one each day. Soon we had thousands of different flower crowns decorating the photograph room.

Sadly the flowers didn’t last forever… And neither did Photo. Eventually they faded too much. We took them to the tree in my wishing room, that had grown so nicely now. They faded into flowers that make the area around the tree even more beautiful. They are still there, dancing in the wind, singing to the tune of it. My own body had grown quite tired too. But I could not lave Dusk alone. I would stay away from the tree and Dusk would try to coax me towards it. At some point I had grown far too tired. Dusk finally won, I had to leave. I went to the tree with heavy steps and finally rested. Photo was there waiting for me.  Maybe I did not have an eternity in live but I do now with Photo by my side

[unirav]

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[t4tdanvis]

It also doesn’t help that I cannot barely tell types attraction and normal feelings apart. I feel generally excited to hug my friend and then panic and worry I have a crush on them

undoing internalized amatonormativity (holy shit big words im so smart) is very difficult bc its so ingrained in us that if u feel close to someone it Must Be Romantic and society says that there if u feel warm and fuzzy around someone u Must Be In (Romantic) Love which doesnt take into account that u absolutely can like ur friends?? u can be close to ur friends without considering ur relationship to be romantic! its like ppl point at what they say is an obvious line between Romance and Just Friends but the "line" is just a random stick that fell on the sidewalk

[mayor-david-prentiss]

oceano nero scheming

[yourlostearring]

i am soooooooooo excited for the rest of this week i can hardly stand it!!!

[silverselfshippingchaos]

teehee... m.axi time!