#ah yes valentine day

[seamsterspell]

Hey, Ann!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💚💚

I was wondering here: which ships are in your Top OTPs? And why you love them so much (if you want to share!)

OMG HI MONDO!!!! Happy (belated) valentine to you as well 💘💘💘 How are you?? I hope you are well!!!

Of course I want to share, I love oversharing about my ships HAHA. So here you go, a (short) list of my SNK OTPs:

LeviHan

(pretends to be shocked). No, but I'm not even kidding when I said that they live in my head 24/7 🤣 Everytime I do or see something, I would automatically connect it to Levihan. I just can't help it lol, I love them so much (both as a character and as a ship). Their relationship is mature and pure but fun at the same time. I mean, they embody all of my favourite tropes, so no suprise here. But idk, there are no other ships (that came before them or after them) that could alter my brain in the same way as them. They changed me fr, like something shifted inside me the moment I became a Levihan shipper. Hell, I even chose my uni major because of a Levihan fanfiction 💀 Not only that, my writings and English has improved a lot, and all of that merely because I want to write their fanfic LOL.

I've been a Levihan shipper since 2013 and I will continue to be one until I die. So yeah, expect to see more Levihan fanfiction for more decades to come 😚✌️

AruAni

They don't really live in my head 24/7 but I still think of them often. Also, they hold an important place in my heart since they are my first ship in SNK. Not only that, they are also special to me because they are THE ship that went from being considered as a crack ship to a canon one. LIKE IT WAS INSANE. I mean I've been an Aruani shipper since 2013 and so I knew how small the fandom were back then. Not only that, most of the SNK fandom saw AruAni as a crack shipper, but we were like, "No! They are not! (proceed to analyse the hell out of their interaction in the female titan arc)." 😀👍

So imagine how SHOCKED and ECSTATIC I WAS when all of these analysis and headcanons CAME TRUE. It took us almost a decade, but we finally got to say, "See guys? WE ARE NOT DELUSIONAL." I never been proud as a shipper HAHA. One of my biggest flex is to say that I've been an Aruani truther since 2013 😎

Okay now that I think about it, the only ships that I deeply care about are only the two above. I do like other ships, but only in a casual way (but I still gonna defend them though LOL), and those are:

YumiHisu

I used to be neutral with them but when that episode of Historia holding the passed out Ymir on her lap and said, "My real name is Historia", then they stared at each other eyes with such love???? BEAUTIFUL I SAY. Their dynamic and the way their characters arc intertwined with each other? Love it! I wished Isayama gave them a proper closure though :(

JeanKasa

Oh man, I actually have a lot of things to say about them but I'm gonna keep it brief🤐 I didn't ship them at the beginning, but as I grew up and as I tried to understand their characters, I found myself falling for JeanKasa and their potential. I feel they will have a healthy, mature, and loving relationship. I also like the way Jean showed his love to Mikasa (he's not selfish and he's not blinded by his love).

Well, that's all! But, before I end this ask, here are some honourable mentions: PokkoPiku, EreHisu, EreMin, and MikeNana.

Bonus: I actually like to play with the idea of Erwin and Marie, I even tried to explore them in my fic HAHA.

OK THAT'S ALL. SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG MONDO 😝 Thank you for the ask!! You made my day!!!!! I love you 💖💖💖

[kazz-brekker]

my two favorite valentine's day facts are that st. valentine is the patron saint of not only love but also beekeepers, people with epilepsy, and the plague, and also that february 14th is the original release date of the silence of the lambs (1991)

[teasel-backatitagain]

Hello! Do you have any ReiJean Valentine’s Day headcanons? 👀

Hello!! Thanks for the ask!!

I’m not big on Valentine’s Day in itself but I’m big on being super corny so here we go!!

Neither of them have really celebrated before they got together, Reiner because he was a child soldier and then a depressed and suicidal teenage soldier, and Jean because Valentine’s Day was simply not a thing on Paradis (big fan of any kind of situation involving the Paradis natives learning about Valentine’s Day, Christmas or the different iterations of the Tooth Fairy or any other widely known celebration btw). They do celebrate every year, but it’s usually nothing big and happens in the morning. Jean likes to get Reiner a bouquet of flowers, different ones every year, and Reiner gets Jean a breakfast in bed if they’re off that day. I like imagining them and the rest of the Alliance celebrating platonic love and friendship on Valentine’s day, something they caught on during their travels as peace ambassadors. They try to meet up with Levi, the kids and Onyankopon, have a meal together.

I got even more carried away/ drafty thinking about how it could go when they’re not together yet so more under the cut I guess.

They’ve been staying at a town that has barely been spared from the Rumbling east of Fort Salt and where refugees have been gathering for a couple weeks when Jean learns about Valentines Day. Falco barges into the kitchen one afternoon, with teary eyes and troubled breathing, goes straight to Pieck, and asks her what he could do for Gabi for Valentines day. There isn’t exactly florists around anymore, food is tight, nature is definitely not healing, and, and, and… Pieck holds him tight, gently stroking his hair until he calms down. Jean watches as she teaches Falco how to fold a page of a book into a flower.

A couple of days later, one of the women that has been working with them on cleaning up the outskirts of the city asks Reiner if he’d be her date for the Valentine’s Day. Reiner turns beet red and says he already has plans.

Reiner has a date then. It’s fine. Jean is cool with it. Really. It’s not like him and Reiner are an item. Sure, they’ve been sharing a room (well, it’s more a glorified cupboard, but there isn’t exactly any room to spare these days). And sure, some nights when Jean wakes up screaming, Reiner is there by his side. And yes, some nights Jean soothes Reiner to sleep. And… Alright. Alright. Maybe he was starting to entertain the though that there could be something more than mere camaraderie between them. But, according to Reiner, there isn’t. That’s perfectly fine. They are friends and Jean will get over his unrequited crush. It’s not his first rodeo. And what if he was trying to muster the courage to properly ask Reiner out? He spent the past 22 years not celebrating Valentines Day (and not being in a relationship), he doesn’t need to start now.

Jean wonders who it is. In a curious way, not a jealous way. He considers asking Reiner about it, but the man refused to answer any of Connie’s questions about it, and Jean respects his privacy. Still. It’s highly unlikely to be someone they both know. But Jean is also doubting Reiner’s capacity to score a date with a stranger. The man is unbearably hot, and while he’s not Yes-Beat-Me-Up-I-Won’t-Fight-Back-Reiner he’s not Cadet-Days-Reiner either. Maybe it’s no one? Maybe Reiner is not into women and tried to turn her down gently? That’d be great. That’d be so fucking lovely.

On Valentine’s Day, Reiner comes into their room around 6. His shirt is ironed (who the fuck finds the time and the iron board to do that nowadays?) and open one button too many, his hair freshly washed. He looks nice. (He looks gorgeous. Jean is fucked). He smiles warmly.

— Hello Jean.

— Hi.

(Jean swears he is trying not to be curt. He might be kind of failing.)

— Any plans tonight? Reiner sits on the edge of Jean’s bed. He smells like Cologne. Where the hell did he even get Cologne?

— Why? Did your date cancel on you? Jean says pointedly as he sits up from the bed.

Reiner furrows his brows and sits up too.

— Anyway, he continues, I’ve got to go. I’m on schedule tonight.

— Connie is keeping watch tonight.

— No he isn’t. Connie was on two days ago.

— No, remember, I was on two days ago. I took his shift. Took the one he has next week too.

Jean looks at Reiner suspiciously. It’s depressing, patrolling the outskirt of the city at night, watching the barren wasteland and waiting for people to appear on the horizon. Especially when there has been no new arrival for a week and that they have to face that they might be all that is left on this side of the globe. But they’re all adults and they all need sleep. There is no way he is gonna let Reiner be a sleep deprived self-sacrificial -

Wait.

— You took two of Connie’s shifts so I wouldn’t have to work tonight?

Reiner nods, his cheeks turning pink. Jean’s stomach does a flip. Oh. They stare at each other in silence, Reiner’s blush deepening.

— Well are you gonna ask me out or what? Jean finally barks.

Reiner widens his eyes, and lets out a full belly laugh.

— Fuck, he says, You’re the actual worst.

Jean crosses his arms on his chest with a smirk. Reiner shakes his head.

— Jean. Would you like to be my date tonight?

They both smile earnestly.

— Very much yes.

Jean picks a clean shirt (it’s not ironed but it will do) and combs his hair the best he can. Reiner holds out his hand, and Jean takes it, letting Reiner leads him to the main square, where people are slowly gathering. There’s colorful paper garlands hanged up, a woman is playing a boxed shape thing Jean has never seen before and Falco and Gabi are sitting on a low wall, fifty centimeters apart but feet touching, a paper flower tucked in the buttonhole of her dress.

They dance for a long time. Well. Reiner tries to teach Jean how to dance. It’s a lot for Jean, because not only is Reiner a pretty good dancer but he also has his hand on Jean’s waist.

They take a break, their shoulders touching. Reiner’s hair is a mess, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his soft gaze on Gabi and Falco, who have joined some other kids and are doing a weird jerky dance. Pieck is slow dancing with a lady in a periwinkle dress who’s at least three time her age. Connie joined the celebration after watch was declared cancel for the night, and is having an animated discussion with people Jean has never seen before. The air is warm, the Sun just setting. Jean takes it all in, carving the moment in a corner of his brain.

— This is nice, Jean says softly. Thanks Reiner.

— I’m glad, Reiner says, taking his hand. Jean squeezes it.

— Do you want to make out? Jean blurts out, at the same time Reiner asks:

— Do you want to take a walk?

Reiner blinks.

— Same thing, Jean mumbles.

— You’re a piece of work Kirstein, Reiner says. Let’s go.

— I’m a piece of work? Jean protests as they leave the square. Very rich coming from the man who -

Reiner doesn’t give Jean the opportunity to finish his sentence.

[ripplefields]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ! THE ROBOTS ARE ALL IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER !

[neolxzr]

its white day so remember to spoil ur gf today!!

[leejeann]

Spotify it is literally spooky month

I love that this title makes it sound like it'd be a bunch of sweet and upbeat/funky love songs, meanwhile since the Daylist also has to incorporate songs I already listen to, this "funky valentine's day afternoon" playlist has basically the entire Wake Up & It's Over EP by Lovejoy and So Long, Grapes, and Romanticise This by James Marriot in it lmao

[godblooded]

wow i feel a lot worse than usual

checks date

oh.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

cannot get over bryce discovering the joys of diy and renovating/repainting/generally altering things yourself to make it how you want and jensen is like yeah babe see this is how most people Live

[aroace-poly-show]

yk i used to not know what season february was

[safyresky]

Writing actual Diteline kids content and these little fuckos are actually feral

like. actually.

they are 14, 15, and 16 and they are swearing like sailors. they are cuddling their mom. they have a swear jar

they are PLOTTING to MURDER SANTA should the need arise and joy feels LEFT OUT bc NOBODY THINKS SHE COULD DO A MURDER (she couldn't really tbh, unless her lil sibs were in grave danger. then she'd go feral)

Robyn has his Mom's energy for SURE. He almost started taking off his vest and flaunting it like when people get goals in the world cup and throw their jersey off in excitement lmao

they have a fun relationship, those two. constantly bickering but will throw down when other people tease the other AND will gang up on Joy if they need to (Joy is the eldest)

but yeah. these lil shits are FERAL

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

"We'll make it together, or we won't make it at all."

… Somehow, he thinks they both knew he wasn't just talking about that specific hell of a situation.

He made a promise, one he would make again in different words at a different time, one that he's kept to this day, as unwaveringly as the one he made then.

[rai-knightshade-art]

I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh yeah), but you handle it beautifully (yeah, oh yeah); all this is new to me (yeah, oh yeah)...

Lavender Haze, Taylor Swift

Happy Valentine's Day everybody! And happy Femslash February! I'm celebrating the holiday with some Chaubrey for y'all inspired by Lavender Haze!

More artist thoughts and alternate picture angles below the cut!

I was going for more of a lineless vibe for this one initially, with each silhouette in a different color and only using lines where the body overlaps itself, but that ended up not quite working for me 😅 so instead y'all get shiny outlines, shown in better detail below!

Alternate angles:

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i bought roses for my entire class, and they all gave me a round of applause! i know they're probably just going to give them to their moms or something, but the attention was nice while it lasted (:

[gonnaeatyourgirlfriend]

valentine's day is coming and my page is filled with aromantic stuff... shows where my heart truly lies

[dms-saggicorn]

🥞🤡💖

[plussizeficchick]

Am I Living an Illusion? | Suguru/Kenjaku x Chubby! Reader

Summary; You’re not so sure your boyfriend is who he says he is anymore.

Warnings; smut (cunnilingus, P in V) imposter! au? cockwarming (mentioned) (loosely based on the song “runaway runaway” by Mars Argo)

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

You tried to ignore it at first. The way he didn’t have that slight limp in his walk. How he started adding cream to his coffee instead of just black. The way he suddenly started treating you.

Suguru had always been a frigid lover. He never allowed you to get too close. In fact, you often wondered if you were even in a relationship in the first place. He never held your hand, hardly cuddled with you, and talking to him was like pulling teeth. The only shred of adoration he showed you was when his hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs to fuck into you.

That’s why you know whatever is in front of you, is not your Suguru.

Because your Suguru would never hold you the way this one does, like you’re his reason for breathing, like you’re a goddess among men and he’s trying to keep you for himself. He would never talk to you like this one does, voice so soft and gentle, almost like a whisper. He would never look at you like this one, like you hung the Sun, Moon and all the stars.

And he especially wouldn't plan an elaborate dinner for Valentine's Day.

— —

“I just want to spoil you, sweetheart. I feel we’ve grown apart these last few weeks.” He murmurs in your ear. You’d been trying to come to terms with your feelings for whatever is inhabiting your boyfriend, thus causing a bit of separation.

Anytime you both were in the same room, you made an excuse to leave. It was a bit immature, sure, but you didn’t know how to cope with what you were feeling. Something clearly wasn’t right with your boyfriend, but he was also beginning to act exactly how you’ve been wanting. You weren’t sure what to do, however, after mentioning in passing how much you wanted to participate in the holiday, you didn’t really have much of an excuse to get out of this.

“I- I don’t know, Sugu. It’s been a while.” You deflect. “Didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to do something on this day? I know I’ve been dismissive before, but I want to make up for that now.” He turns you to face him, thumb caressing the softness of your cheek. It’s moments like this that remind you he’s not who he used to be, that he’s something entirely different.

“Suguru” on the other hand was struggling to hold himself back from just wiping everything off the table taking you right there.

How? How did his host go this long without fucking you?

If it was up to him, you’d never leave his cock, reduced to nothing but a cock-drunk cumdump that warms his dick.

Not to say that was a bad thing. He just wants to ravish you, run his tongue along your curves and grip your supple flesh. Sink his teeth into your pouty lips and just take everything you have to offer.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his stare, the intensity in which he’s looking at you causing wetness to pool in your panties. “Well, yes. But I just think-” He shushes your thoughts by pressing a brief peck to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah,” He tuts, moving to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry and putting the delicacy to your lips. “No thinking today, just… feeling.” He says and if you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your clit pulses at his words, so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Without breaking eye contact, you lean down slightly and take a bite of delicious fruit in his hand. “Suguru” feels his cock twitch at the sight of the red juice dripping down your chin. He can’t help himself when he reaches out to wipe the juice, sucking the same finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

And you can’t help yourself when you finally reach out and press a searing kiss to his lips, the taste of the strawberry and each other dancing on each of your tongues.

He pulls you into his lap without breaking the kiss, hands immediately finding purchase on your soft waist. He groans at the feel of you grinding down on his clothed cock, desperate for some sort of friction.

He takes pity on you and lifts you up with ease, the action causing you to squeal in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck to anchor yourself. “Do you really think I’d let you get hurt, sweet thing?” He asks earnestly, an almost hurt expression on his face. But it’s quickly wiped away as his hands run up and down your body. “With me around, you’ll never be hurt again.” It was said with such finality that you had no choice but to believe him.

He carries you to your shared bedroom, once cold now full of love. He carefully lays you on your silk sheets, taking his time to undress you, almost like a present for himself.

“Suguru” can hardly contain his appreciation for the sight before him. You were quite literally everything he was looking for in a partner, and he couldn’t believe his luck when he picked a host that had exactly what he needed.

With that thought in mind, he rids himself of his clothes, eager to make a mess of you. “You’re so pretty, baby. You look so good laid out for me like this.” He sighs, running his hands up and down your thighs. You try to squeeze them tight to prevent him from catching sight of your wetness but it’s fruitless; he can practically taste you on his tongue.

He manages to pry your legs apart, the sight of your sticky folds enough to make a grown man weep. He doesn’t hold himself back anymore, immediately diving into your soaked cunt.

You gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue laving over the bundle of nerves as you grind into his face. “That’s it, baby. Use me. Use me to get off, you deserve it.” And you know what? You fucking do.

So you do as he says, pressing his face further into your pussy as you get off on his mouth. He’s moaning into you, hands grabbing at whatever he can as you whine and gasp at the overwhelming feeling.

It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming, cunt spasming around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you through your orgasm, your body twitching at the intensity of it.

He presses one final kiss to your clit before pulling away slightly, hands rubbing comforting circles into your skin. He leans up to your face, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before pulling away to look at the softness in your eyes.

“Ready for more?” He asks, pressing sweet pecks to your chubby cheeks. You’re coherent enough to nod in the affirmative, and that’s all “Suguru” needs to get to work, running his hard dick through your soaked folds to lube himself up.

The glide into your cunt is easy, the head of his cock nearly nudging your cervix with every thrust.

He’s beating your poor pussy up, dick slamming into your g-spot and he’s not faring any better. Your moans and the squelch of your pussy is music to his ears, and the way your cunt clenches every time he makes a particularly deep thrust has a shiver running down his spine.

As he nears his orgasm, he realizes he has to feel you cum on his cock. It’s a must.

He reaches up and pinches each of your nipples, licking into your mouth when you open it to moan for him. “Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock.” He demands, slamming into you in quick succession. All it takes is one, two, three more thrusts and you're spilling all over his cock, drenching him in your release. It’s not long before he’s right behind you, holding you flush against him as he spills his seed deep in your womb.

You’re panting against each other, holding each other as you catch your breaths. It’s a few minutes before “Suguru” pulls away and leaves the room and you’re worried things will go back to the way they were before. But then he comes back with a wet cloth, a bowl of the chocolate strawberries and a bottle of water. He hands you the fruit and water, before running the wet towel through your soaked folds, careful of your sensitivity.

Once he’s finished he tosses the towel onto his nightstand to be dealt with later, then pulling you flush against him as he feeds you more of the strawberries. You sigh in content as you let yourself be cared for.

Once you’ve finished the fruit and drank a good portion of the water, “Suguru” hugs you close to him once again, your back against his front, as he rubs his hand over your plump tummy. You think about this. About the intimacy he provides, the safety you feel with him.

“I know you’re not what you once were Suguru,” You start, and you feel him stiffen behind you. You place your hand over his, intertwining your fingers. “But I don’t care.”

He breathes out.

— —

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