#dani valentines

[dalblauw]

</3 Heartbreaker </3

[deputyrook]

“It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.” ― Bela Lugosi

[greenbasiltea]

Kyana and an unfinished Dani painting

[thesquirrelqueer]

two tickets for two tickets

oppenheimer for barbie

[collaredattachment]

First meetings (Amanda, Tiffany, Dani)

Home Depot, 9:45pm

Your shift has been grueling and you're more than eager to start closing up, but a woman rushes in so quick she nearly bumps into the automatic door

She's skittish; her fingers twitch rhythmically, and she keeps adjusting her hood to sit better over her head

You drowsily watch her circle the store for ten minutes

Eventually she grows frustrated and lifts her head

The look in her eyes nails you into place. There's more sclera than iris, and it makes her look like a dog straining at its chain

She marches toward you with the determination of someone about to kill, and you almost want to disappear between the shelves and hope someone else will pick up your slack

In the end you stand your ground, though, and try to hide the soft tremble of your fingers. She stops so close to you that she nearly steps on your toes

"I need an external hex screw," she says. No hello, no introduction. Definitely no smile.

Now she's up close, she's barely even looking at you. Her eyes comb through everything but your face, starting from the meandering customers at the back and ending at the gardening tools you were lazily organizing. She reminds you of a nervous rat scanning for trouble

"This way, ma'am," you eventually say and begin to lead her down the isle

The walk is completely silent, and the whole way the woman keeps glancing at you like you're not moving fast enough

"We don't have them individually packaged, unfortunately," you say as the shelf is in sight

She only nods in reply

"Did you have a size in mind?"

Another nod, no elaboration. Her eyes scour the row you gesture at, and then she snatches the box she needs off the shelf

Without a word, she turns and heads off, presumably toward the exit

You can't help staring at the back of her head as she goes. It's not like this is the first rude customer you've ever come across, but there's something haunting about her, like you'd just dodged a bullet by not making conversation

Regardless, there's a gnawing curiosity somewhere in the back of your head, an itch in the tips of your fingers, a desire to know more

You entertain the idea of going after her, asking her name and why she looks so out of place at a hardware store near closing time

By now she's probably shoved cash at the poor guy working the register and barrelled out the door, and it is much, much too late to do anything about it

As much as you agonize over it, you end up leaving the show half an hour early

It was supposed to be a fun Friday with thrash metal and friends, but all you got was the worst migraine in a year

To crown it all off, you miss your bus by mere seconds because the driver couldn't wait for you to catch up - even though you're sure he saw you waving

Your place isn't that far, only a thirty minute walk or so, but at this hour you'd have much preferred to sit down and listen to your ears ring than dodge creeps on the sidewalk

There's no real option, though, so you swallow the string of curses that teases the tip of your tongue and get going. At the very least it's not raining anymore

Three turns and an alley later, you jaywalk across the street and come to the front of a closed up video store. The neon lights still blink, but the building is nothing but bones anymore

Right by the corner, her face drowned by shadows, stands a woman. The fishnets alone are enough to catch your attention

"Got a light?" she asks. Her voice is smooth and crackly, like nails on worn denim

You couldn't possibly consider walking past her. You don't know if it's the poorly bleached hair, the leather jacket or the legs as long as your journey home, but you stop in front of her and dig through your pockets

After an awkward second or two, you pull out a cheap plastic lighter with a scratched label and flick it on

Her grin is hungry as she leans forward to let the flame lick her cigarette

After she's taken a drag, she looks you up and down

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out so late?"

You shrug and clear your throat. "Missed my bus."

"Public transit, am I right?" She laughs - the sound is cheap and dirty like pennies against marble. She takes another drag and blows the smoke right in your face

You fight off the instinct to cough and hope that you might have impressed her by inhaling as slow and smooth as you can make it

She doesn't say anything else, but the way she looks at you shifts. The way she delicately squints her eyes feels searching, like she's assessing you

The realization of where and when you are strikes you like sparks across the back of a match and you take this as your sign to get going

"I'm in a hurry, but um." You pause, unsure of how to remove yourself from this situation without offending her. "Have a good night."

The woman lifts her cigarette at you with a smile

You keep peeking over your shoulder the entire way home, because even after you've turned the corner you swear you can feel her eyes on your back

It's only after checking the lock on your front door three times that you can really breathe

The campus library has never been a particularly busy place, but tonight it is even more sparingly occupied than usual

It doesn't take long to find the textbooks you were looking for, so you take a few moments to browse; see if there's anything interesting in the sociology section, or maybe something on philosophy to read before bed

As you pass historical non-fiction, you see her out of the corner of your eye

It's that woman from introduction to cognitive science who always arrives late and leaves five minutes early. She's tucked at the furthest end of a table between two massive hardwood shelves, and it doesn't take long to figure out that she's crying

She holds her sleeve against her mouth but the look on her face is almost frightening. Her eyes are squeezed shut and there's a crease between her brows so deep it could've been carved with a knife

You stand there looking like a fool, shoes glued to the floor because you can't help but stare

She opens her eyes and pulls her head up to breathe in, but her inhale is splintered, like her lungs have lost all sense

Then she turns and reaches for something in her bag with trembling hands - her phone

She types something, bent in half at the waist, and then wipes her forehead with her sleeve

She has to hold the table for support as she rights herself, and as she lifts her head to look at something, maybe the clock over your head, she sees you

There's this look in her eye, like a child caught stealing

Guilt. Fear. Knowledge of the fact that she's out of place and she's been seen

She throws her books into her bag, zips it up and rushes past you, nearly tripping over her feet as she bumps into you

"Hey, are you-" The words follow the woman in a dripping echo, but either she can't hear you or she's choosing not to

The few people in the building glare at you and your raised voice, and you try to ignore the heat creeping up the neckline of your shirt

You almost run to the self checkout, but by the time you've made it out the door, the woman is long gone

If she makes it to class next week, maybe you'll try and talk to her

Maybe

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Sam, Danny, Tucker, Valerie, and Danielle relaxing on a rooftop scattering with colorful blankets and pillows, against a night sky lit up with stars.

Danny is sitting on the edge facing inward, legs hanging down toward the group gazing upward in joyous wonder. He's wearing a nasa tee, jeans, and red sneakers. Sam is sitting on a pillow with her legs tucked under, wearing a purple sweater, black and green plaid skirt, and black boots, as well as a number of black earrings and a black star of david choker necklace. Tucker is leaning back against a pillow propped against Danny's leg, his own legs stretch out in front of him. He's wearing his hat, a yellow sweater over a collared shirt, green cargo pants, and brown boots. Tucker has one hand reaching back over his shoulder to hold Danny's, other arm out at his side to hold Sam's; Sam's other hand is holding Danny's other hand on his knee; Sam and Tucker are sharing a fond smile.

A few feet away, Valerie is sitting cross legged, looking down at Danielle, leaning back on one arm. She has her hair in a low ponytail, and is wearing a flowing yellow blouse, orange pants, and triangular orange earrings. Danielle is lying down with her hand in Valerie's lap, one arm behind her head to angle her face up at Valerie, one foot on the ground and the other leg stretched akimbo. She's wearing a blue and white shirt with a planet insignia, torn red pants, and blue sneakers. Their free hands are clasped, resting on Danielle's shoulder.

Below are a pair of images showing closer crops on each group of teens.]

Happy Valentine's @englandamericaitaly! You had some of my absolute favorite ships on your list, so drawing this was an abosolute joy

[thaliajoy-blog]

A bit late but I couldn't resist dusting off this old sketch & finishing it for Valentine's day : finally, my Snowstorm are hitting it off 🥰❤️❤️❤️

Admire them 😙❤️❤️❤️

[starry-907]

hello, @dr-mothman, it was i who was your secret @valentines-core-exchange gifter! i hope you like it!

what better way for the donor of your clone genes and your kinda-sorta-dad to start getting along than a nice friendly board game night? except your kinda-sorta-dad isn't really that great at Legally Distinct Monopoly game.

[nursal1060writes]

I can finally post this fic!

Happy Valentine's Day - here is my DP Valentine's Core Exchange fic for @dp-marvel94 💕

It's a short fic about Dani trying to navigate her found family and asking Danny for help! I tried to make it sweet and cute, with just a bit of family drama! I hope they enjoy this fic, I've never wrote this style of family drama before! 🥰

I also count this as part of FYFFF - this fic is 'a WIP I am scared of'! I had a lot of second thoughts when working on this fic, but I'm glad it's finally up now!

@valentines-core-exchange

[artzychic27]

More people

[the-random-phan]

Danny does NOT ship it

(Overprotective cousin brother mode activate)

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

The Burns & Valentine’s Day

Kade: He uses this day as an excuse to try to rizz people. He has asked out so many people and done the wrong thing so many times that now he knows the drill. Flowers? Check. Chocolate? Check. Giant stuffy? Possibly!

He’ll get his significant other the stereotypical gift stuff and take them on a nice date, probably to see a movie. (It might not end up being a romantic one though! Feel free to punch him on the shoulder and tease him!)❤️

Dani: She doesn’t think Valentine’s Day is that big of a deal, but will be upset if her significant other doesn’t do something. A gift at least would be nice! A nice date may get you brownie points though.

She may fly a banner for her significant other expressing a short message of how she loves them. 🧡

Graham: He views it as a commercial holiday and knows that it helps boost market sales. He’s okay with not celebrating it. However, if his significant other does like and want to celebrate the holiday, he’ll do something for them.

He might send his significant other an animated e-card expressing his care. He nervously awaits their reaction and also has flowers with a corny joke on the tag.💚

Cody: He’s not really into dating at his age, but might get something nice and/or cheesy for his dad. A lot of kids view Valentine’s Day as a coupley holiday, but Charlie has instilled in his children that they can show they care for other people in their life on this day too.

He and Frankie probably agreed to get each other silly prank gifts. For other people, he may go with the typical Valentine card with a piece of candy taped to it!💛

Charlie: He celebrates and shows he cares for his family and friends along with his significant other.

A nice quiet date with flowers and chocolates to share, away from the hustle and bustle. Maybe a couple drinks to end the night.💙

[xthescarletbitch]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ requests ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

requests are only OPEN for kara, aloy, and camila montero at the moment. ♡ let's talk ideas and other brainrot!!

just a few things:

this is an 18+ blog

reminder that i am a lesbian and will write as such :)

i am down for nsfw requests (on that note, you'll need to be able to see mature content to read my work)

i will pretty much write anything except hard kinks, pedophilia, incest, and other stuff like that

i am definitely one to write what i want to read, so most of my writing is self-indulgent

i don't usually do character x character, but that doesn't mean you can't send it anyway

i own the right to ignore requests that i simply don’t want to do

it may take me a bit to get to requests as i am a full-time college student, but you’re free to resend if i take too long

this post is subject to change as i think of other things to say!!

character list:

reminder: only writing for kara (dbh), aloy (horizon), and camila montero (far cry 6) at the moment!

♡ = fave characters, so please talk to me about them 🙏

sevika (arcane)

vi (arcane)

jinx (arcane)

kassandra (assassin’s creed odyssey)

lae'zel (baldur's gate 3) -- not yet

minthara (baldur's gate 3) -- not yet

shadowheart (baldur's gate 3) -- not yet

karlach (baldur's gate 3) -- not yet

judy álvarez (cyberpunk 2077)

panam palmer (cyberpunk 2077)

meredith stout (cyberpunk 2077)

kara (detroit: become human) ♡

north (detroit: become human)

chloe (detroit: become human)

f!dani rojas (far cry 6)

camila “la espada” montero (far cry 6) ♡

clara garcía (far cry 6)

mercedes “jonrón” martín (far cry 6)

aloy (horizon) ♡

jill valentine (resident evil 3)

[thesquirrelqueer]

bruh what if the ship name for chloe x christine was chlorine

[dunbonnets]

ANDREA'S COUNTDOWN TO VALENTINE'S DAY

╰─▸ Day. 4 Dani and Jamie

Here's the thing. You're my best friend. And the love of my life. And I don't know how much time we have left . . . but however much it is, I want to spend it with you. And I know we can't technically get married, but I also don't really care. We can wear the rings, and we'll know.

edited by dunbonnets | feb. 2023

[ginger-grimm]

VALENTINE'S EXCHANGE

Annie Stevens & Jefferson for @andromedalestrange

I hope you like it!