#it’s still Valentine’s Day right

[soapbbox]

Happy Valentine’s Day 💛

[hibdazzle]

SURPRISE KISS

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[lurking-loaf]

Make this holiday special with Freddy & Friends Valentine's Day cards featuring the Daycare Attendant. Grab them today before they're gone!

[ca-3]

more pegoryu art based on the Valentine's OVA 💝

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[itzmellooo]

Tunnel of Love but they're both on the same page

[acekindaneat]

I don't want this to end.

A cute little date scene that I really liked from the fic The Big Woo by @tinkertoysdamn !!!!!

[veinsfullofstars]

🌹 A pair of Dreamy knights… 🌹

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Meta Knight and Dark Meta Knight in mirrored Dreamy Gear outfits - the latter a little more tattered and sporting more reds and silvers in his design than his blue-and-gold counterpart. They float gracefully in a petal-strewn void, MK slightly above DMK, their armor glinting and their capes flaring about them in opposite directions, drawn partially over their faces to add to their mysterious vibe. Each looks sidelong from his mask and holds out a rose to the viewer -  a red one from MK, his eye half-lidded in calm patience, and a blue one from DMK, his eye squinted in an annoyed glare. END ID.)

Started 12/22/24, finished 02/06/25.

[ghqstwriter]

“Happy Valentines Day to me,” Hero muttered under their breath as they took in the sight before them. It was February 14th, and like every February 14th, Hero’s desk was completely cluttered with flowers, chocolates and wax sealed letters from secret admirers. The agency, for whatever reason, allowed civilians to turn in Valentines gifts for a hero of their choice, and while all of the supers tended to get at least a couple, Hero always seemed to be the centre of attention.

One of the most crucial talents a Hero needed to have in this line of work was likeability. If the public feared and hated you — or at least, thought you were just a tad obnoxious — then you’d have a much harder time rescuing civilians. Each hero had their own gimmick, some were goofing pranksters, some were innocent and sweet, some were fun, adventurous and rebellious.

And Hero, they were the heartthrob. They knew they were conventionally attractive, blessed with what their superiors called a winning smile and a charismatic voice. It worked in their favour, well, until it meant half the work day spent trying to find paperwork buried amongst the gifts from adoring fans. The first Valentines wasn’t so bad, and Hero thought it was heartwarming that so many people desired them. But the excitement wears off after so long on the job, especially when the realisation that none of these gifters would ever even really know Hero had set in.

So, the do-gooder sighed, and made their way over to their superior’s office, where they would first be debriefed on today’s task. It was supposedly an easy errand, according to schedule. Hero soon reached the door, clutching their bag tightly to stop any coworkers from bashing it as they hurried by. Everyone had somewhere to be. Then, they knocked abruptly, and pushed the door open with a sense of casualty that only came from years and years of knowing Superhero.

The aforementioned hero was sat in their desk, hardly glancing up from their clipboard. Hero had a tendency of barging in without asking for permission to come in. When they heard the door slam shut again, followed by the sounds of shuffling into a chair, Superhero dropped their pen and looking up, quirking an eyebrow.

“That’s not the type of bag you should be using to carry weapons or confidential artifacts, so I hope you’re gripping that bag for a reason that isn’t to do with work, Hero,” Superhero commented, taking note of how Hero flustered slightly when they realised just how tightly they were clasping that bag.

“No, no, nothing to do with work. Didn’t uh, even realise I was holding it like that. The downsides of super strength, am I right?” Hero chuckled, trying to seem much more composed. They were the smooth talker, the one who was known for charming their way out of trouble. It was embarrassing how flushed they were right now. Thankfully, Superhero decided to move on with the conversation.

“It’s a simple task today, we just need you to bring some documents over to an informant of ours. Their photograph as well as the location you’ll be meeting them is all detailed here, look over them quickly, because I need you there no later than eleven this morning. Understood?”

Hero nodded curtly in response, picking up the documents and giving them a once-over. There was nothing majorly noteworthy about the mission itself, but the location caught their eye. The informant was going to meet them at an old laundromat nearby the train station, and more importantly, the hero had a particular errand to run nearby there. Hero felt a tingling sensation buzzing through their fingers at the realisation.

“I’ll get right on it, report back later today, boss,” Hero gave a two fingered salute, accompanied by their trademark smile, and headed for the door. The quicker they could get this job done, the more time they’d have to sort out their own business. The thought of that was all that occupied their mind, the details of the first task hardly given room in their mind.

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Superhero was right, the job was exceedingly simple. The laundromat was almost entirely empty, the only other customer being an old lady who was too engrossed in trying to work the machines to pay attention to the hero and informant’s conversation. Few words were spoken between the two, this was information that didn’t concern any of Hero’s ongoing missions so there was hardly anything to say. Hero didn’t mind that, though. They had places to be.

As they dipped out of the laundromat, still clutching their bag like it held the worlds most precious valuables, they headed straight to task number two. Hero didn’t even stop to think about the directions, they knew them off by heart by now. Across the street, down the alley, turn a few corners, and there it was. The old wooden door sat unassuming along the wall, deep enough in the alley to be ignored.

Hero approached the door, already fishing for the lockpick they tended to keep in their back pocket. The hero wasn’t a towering brute who could knock down enemies like a tank, so they had learnt early on how to sneak around. The lock clicked quickly, it was a sound utterly familiar to Hero, who had now entered the musky room. There was no sign of life in there; a layer of dust had started to form on the shelves and not even a flicker of a lightbulb could illuminate the hero’s path. They didn’t need that light though, they had frequented Villain’s hideout enough by now to get around in the dark.

The floorboards creaked slightly with every step, and the smell of motor oil from the garage next door was subtle but noticeable. It made Hero’s nose scrunch up slightly, not used to this place being so desolate, lacking the familiar smell of the villain. Villain had been gone for months, now. Some major heist a continent or two away, they had mentioned. Hero didn’t expect to feel their absence so heavily, but here they were, sneaking around their hideout on Valentines Day.

But, they were supposed to be back tonight. Hero’s heart fluttered slightly at the thought. They’d hate to say it out loud, but they missed the villain. Somehow, the two had ended up as friends, and what better way to welcome a dear friend back home than with a gift? Hero approached the criminal’s desk, the idea of snooping for documents far from the forefront of their mind. Then, they reached into their bag, and pulled out their weapon of choice: a quaint box of chocolates tied neatly with a bow.

Sappy, the villain would likely say, and they wouldn’t be wrong. The box itself was as stereotypical as can be: a red heart wrapped with a crimson bow. Hero had considered a lot of different gifts for their villain, perhaps flowers or something less obvious. Sure, they had been crushing on Villain for the longest time, but that didn’t mean they should rush into things with the very first move. Something subtle to start things off, that would have been smart.

Distance had made Hero incredibly stupid. With each week they missed Villain more, and with that they became bolder and bolder. There was no time for games now, this was their chance after way too long to make a move, and on the perfect day, no less. So, Hero gently placed the box on the desk, just as the agency had done to Hero’s desk. But this time, the gift was from a place of genuine admiration, from a person who did truly know Villain.

No signature was needed, Villain would know who this was from. Who else knew exactly the chocolates they liked? Who else came amd went as they pleased, yet never threatened to steal information. Hero had made their move, and Villain would know. Whatever they decided to do with the gift, with the knowledge of Hero’s unspoken heart, at least they’d know.

[mbirnsings-71]

world hard and cold, when in doubt draw a Pearl-

[knockknockitsnickels]

Happy Valentines day here's a drawing of my wife crying

[be-an-echo]

happy (belated) valentine's day!

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys I have done it- It took me a while to cook up but-

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! 💝💝💘💘💓💓✨✨🍫🍫

I unfortunately couldn’t finish it yesterday cuz I had a hair appointment to attend too 💇‍♀️💇‍♀️✨✨

But other than that I made these two guys:

Btw I think I got a new headcannon (kinda-)! When Peppino is feeling anxious, annoyed, stressed, etc: his mustache is down and just looks flat or stretched. When he’s either happy or around Gus and genuinely feels safe: his mustache curves like shown here 💞💞☝️☝️

Hehe, these two love each other so much 💗💗

But don’t think that’s all!! I I did this for fluff….

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But I also made something spicy..

(Tw(?): It’s that one shirtless Peppino sprite- 💀)

Look at your own risk-

(I can’t do backgrounds FOR SHIT but I love how this came out it took me HOURS-)

*clears throat* Happy Valentine’s Day guys 💕💕

[vaintrdraws]

Valentine's Day more like Valentine's Die

I love my OCs so they get to spend some time together happily (ignore the zombie apocalypse going on outside)

more versions of the drawing ⬇️

[k3n-dyll]

I really dont know why I expect anything from any fandom ever as a black woman lowkey like yeah, they're all shitty and racist and god forbid there's a black girl as a main love interest anywhere in the media at any point ever because I'm going to have to see the most misogynistic, anti-black, backward, stereotypical, downright fucking braindead takes about her. Especially if - god for fucking bid - the fandom ships her love interest with:

A. A white person or B. A man.

And fuck me if the love interest is a man, and the person the fandom ships him with (outside of the black girl - his canon love interest) is both white and a man. The most self proclaimed 'man-hating, anti-racist' feminist will come out and say/do/write some shit that would make a Klan member gasp and clutch his fucking pearls.

I wish I wasn't so easily hyperfixated on the things I like, I wish I could just be a casual fan that never interacts with fan art or fanfiction or even merch sometimes because the only consistency about every fandom that I've ever interacted with from the time that I was like ten or eleven has been the glaringly blatant hate for black people - black women especially - that so many of you bitches possess. That consistent racism is only rivaled by the amount of gaslighting that the fandom will put you through if you so much as have the audacity to bring up the fact that something they did was racist.