#probably the best thing to come out of the anime

[gumims]

love at first spike <3

tldr; headcannons with hq boys on vday!

includes: osamu, atsumu, kuroo, kenma, suna, hinata, oikawa, and bokuto

osamu miya

osamu doesn’t make a big deal out of valentine’s day, but that doesn’t mean he forgets. he wakes you up with a bag of onigiri he made just for you, wrapped neatly with a little note that just says eat up in his messy handwriting. he’s not one for grand gestures, but he does take you out for a quiet dinner at the end of the day, probably somewhere with good food and not too many people. if you tease him about being soft, he just shrugs and says, “figured you’d like it, that’s all.”

atsumu miya

atsumu is loud and obnoxious about valentine’s day. he makes a big show of handing you a bouquet in front of everyone, winking like he’s in some kind of romance movie. he probably tries to get you to wear matching colors with him, and if you refuse, he whines about it the entire day. but despite all the theatrics, he gets serious when it counts—pulling you aside at the end of the night, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and mumbling, “thanks for puttin’ up with me, babe.”

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo is a mix of flirty and sentimental. he gives you a corny science-themed valentine’s card, are you made of copper and tellurium? because you’re Cu-Te, but then follows it up with something more heartfelt, like a handwritten letter or a playlist of songs that remind him of you. he drags you to some nerdy museum or a rooftop with a view of the city, where he wraps an arm around you and grins. “happy valentine’s, baby. how does it feel to date the most charming guy alive?”

kenma kozume

kenma acts like valentine’s day is just another day, but you notice the small things—he waits until midnight to send you a simple happy valentine’s, and he actually sets his games aside to spend time with you. he lets you pick the movie or the game, and if you ask him about it, he just shrugs. “it’s your day too, so whatever you want.” it’s quiet, it’s effortless, but it means everything coming from him.

suna rintarou

suna acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s a menace about it in his own way. he’ll send you blurry, badly drawn valentine’s memes all day and make sarcastic comments like, wow, lucky you, getting to spend today with me. but then he casually pulls out a small gift—something he knows you wanted but never expected him to remember. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs, leaning in to kiss your temple. “yeah, yeah, better get used to it.”

hinata shoyo

hinata is so excited about valentine’s day. he gets you a big, goofy stuffed animal and a box of chocolates, grinning ear to ear when he hands them over. he’s the type to plan a full day of activities—maybe a cute little café date, followed by a spontaneous adventure, because he just wants to do everything with you. he gets all flustered when he realizes how much effort he put in, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just… i wanted today to be special for you, y’know?”

oikawa tooru

oikawa goes all out. he’s got flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner reservation—he treats valentine’s day like it’s a scene straight out of a romance drama. he probably posts about it too, making sure everyone knows he’s the best boyfriend ever. but when it’s just the two of you, he gets a little softer, a little more genuine, resting his forehead against yours. “you know, i’d spoil you like this every day if i could.”

bokuto koutarou

bokuto treats valentine’s day like a big event. he wakes up extra early just to surprise you with something ridiculous, like a giant balloon or a heart-shaped breakfast. he’s so hyped to spend the entire day with you, practically bouncing with excitement. at some point, he probably gets sentimental, pulling you into a crushing hug. “honey, you’re the best thing ever,” he says, voice muffled against your hair. and you know he means every word.

[siilent-wanderer]

Valentines with aespa

Where would the aespa members take you out on a date?

Jimin

Late-Night Drive & Stargazing

Picks you up in her car with a playlist full of R&B and dreamy pop songs

Takes you to a secluded hilltop or a beachside parking lot with the best view of the night sky

"I swear, this spot has the best view. Just wait till your eyes adjust."

Brings a cozy blanket, some hot chocolate, and snacks she prepared (probably cutely packed bento-style)

Talks about everything and nothing, her fingers intertwined with yours as she leans in close

As you admire the stars, she murmurs, "You know, I could stare at something just as breathtaking right next to me."

"Always so cheesy, babe"

Sings softly along to the music while looking at you, her eyes full of admiration

"This song reminds me of you"

Steals kisses under the stars when she thinks you're too distracted by the view

When you shiver slightly, she shifts closer, draping her arm around you. "Cold? Here, come here."

Aeri

Underground Live Music Bar & Arcade Night

Finds a cozy, dimly lit bar with live indie bands where you can sit close, sharing drinks and vibing to the music

Loves how you lean into her when the music gets louder, her arm draped over the back of your chair

She nudges your shoulder as you sip your drink, "Hey, if I wrote you a song, would you come to my concert?"

"You know I would, baby"

"Serious?"

"I've always been your number one fan, Aeri, that's not gonna change"

Challenges you to a round of arcade games afterward, acting smug when she wins but giving you prizes anyway

The moment she picks up a toy from the claw machine, she turns to you

"For you, my queen. Only took me five tries."

Gets competitive in air hockey but lets you win “because you’re cute when you gloat”

Holds your hand the entire time, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin absentmindedly

Ends the night by walking you home, casually throwing her jacket over your shoulders if you get cold

Minjeong

Cozy Bookstore Date & Café Hopping

Brings you to an aesthetic, indie bookstore where you both browse through poetry and fantasy novels

Playfully picks out books she thinks you'd like (or ones with the most dramatic romance plots)

Insists on reading a passage out loud just to see you react

She absentmindedly taps the spine of her book, then mumbles, "You look really pretty when you’re focused, you know that?"

Drags you to her favorite hole-in-the-wall café, where she’s a regular and knows exactly what to order for you

"You know me so well"

Ends up feeding you bites of her dessert while laughing at her own jokes

As you sip your coffee, she watches you and grins

"You have a little foam on your lip"

"Hmm?"

"Wait, let me…"

She wipes it off with her thumb, eyes flickering to your lips

Holds your hand across the table, squeezing it every time she finds you extra cute

Yizhuo

Amusement Park & Street Food Date

Takes you to a theme park and insists on going on all the fast rides first

Holds your hand tightly on roller coasters but teases you if you scream too much

As the roller coaster drops, she screams "I LOVE YOU—" before bursting into laughter

"Wait, I didn’t mean to confess like that!"

Wins you the biggest plushie at a carnival game just to show off

She grins as she holds up a huge stuffed animal

"I won this for you. Say I’m the best, and I might win you another one. Come on."

Dares you to try weird street food combinations with her — probably something spicy and chaotic

Laughs until she can’t breathe when you make a funny face after eating something too sour

Walks beside you with her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close every time you giggle at her antics

She links arms with you while strolling through the park

"Let’s take cute pictures so you can look at them when you miss me."

At the end of the night, she tugs you close

"One more ride? Or do you just want to hold my hand and pretend we’re in a kdrama?"

"You never run out of things to say, do you?"

"Never. You gotta get used to it"

[nagaytoe]

Cor Meum

(Latin) [noun] my Heart

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Word count: 2.8k

Requests: Open

TWs, Tags: Multilation, Murder, Guts, Vomiting, Delusion, Manipulation, Crowe and Reader are in an established relationship, Sol and Reader don't formally know each other

Pink heart garlands decorated the hallways, the faint scent of roses permeating the air, despite the amount of people here. Some students' lockers, once again including Geo’s, were filled to the brim with love letters. You couldn’t fathom why people made such a big deal of this day, treating it equally to far more important holidays.

Nonetheless, this year, you were not as unaffected by the Day of Love as you usually were but who was to blame for that? None other than Jericho Ichabod.

The two of you were together for almost half a year and it was by far the best time period of your life. You could not wish for a sweeter, more attentive boyfriend than him and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined a future with him every now and then - like moving in together, getting married, adopting some animals.

“Are you even listening to me?” A feminine, smokey voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked over to the blonde girl next to you with wide eyes. Brtittney sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with bright pink acrylic nails.

“Seriously? I’m trying to help you here, you know?”

It was true, you had asked Brittney to help you pick out a Valentine’s day present for your beloved Crowe, since you couldn’t settle for one single thing.

The presents were either too dull, too basic for someone like him, other ideas were way too personal and expensive for Valentine’s day and were better suited for his birthday.

Brittney and you pushed through the crowd of students as you were on your way to the cafeteria.

“Sorry, Brit, I just… I feel like such a bad partner for not immediately coming up with something fitting for him…” Your eyes were cast down to the floor as you sighed heavily. The girl next to you rolled her eyes and smiled at you, nudging your side with her elbow. “You are not a bad partner, seriously, I don’t think I have ever seen Crowe this happy. You could probably give him a random stone you picked up from the street and he’d treasure it like a diamond necklace.”

She wasn’t wrong, Crowe wasn’t the materialistic type by any means, but you still wanted to give him something meaningful.

“I was thinking about getting us a sun and moon necklace, but I’m not sure whether he will like it or not .”

The blonde woman sent a deadpan expression your way, as if to ask you if you were being serious.

Averting your gaze, you were left to admit that he would most likely like it a lot. He liked jewelry, he liked celestial bodies, there was no chance he wouldn’t love it, if you were being frank.

“The only challenge is how you’re gonna get that, though. I doubt any local shop has this exact piece of jewelry in store right now.”

Fiddling with your fingers, you thought about ways you could possibly obtain this present for him.

“I’m sure some shop has the charms I need, I can just make the necklace myself.”

Brittney nodded at you in agreement, before pushing open the door to the cafeteria.

-

After almost an hour of looking for the charms you needed, you finally managed to find the perfect ones. A simple, golden sun with a small, round gemstone right in the center of the charm for you and a silver crescent moon, an oval gemstone adorning the middle for Crowe. Getting them was a hassle, especially since the mall was filled to the brim with people frantically searching for Valentine’s day presents. However, getting something sweet for Crowe was worth enduring the suffocating crowd.

Once you arrived at your apartment, you immediately beelined towards your bedroom to get to work, shopping bag in tow. Sitting down on your soft bed, you carefully unpacked the pendants, along with two black leather cords to attach the charms to.

It reminded you of when you were younger, when times were easier. Back then, you made necklaces like these for fun, to give to your parents or friends as presents. To you, it always felt far more personal than store bought jewelry. Of course, now that you were grown-up people expect you to give them presents other than hand-made ones, but you knew Crowe would never judge you, especially not for pouring time and effort into making something for him.

Taking a look towards the clock attached to the wall right over your bedroom door, you noticed you had two hours left until Crowe would come over.

The two of you had decided to meet up at your place in the evening and spend the night together, especially since Valentine’s day was on a friday this year. Perhaps tonight you could take things to the next level in your relationship. It was not like neither of you wanted to have sex, but he was your first boyfriend and you did not want to rush things, a decision he was perfectly fine with. A rush of warmth spread through your body at the thought, causing you to feel giddy as you got to work.

Time ticked by, soft music played in the background which you put on right before you started creating the necklaces. Looking at the time, you noticed not even half an hour had passed and you were already finished, the sun necklace already hanging around your neck. You pondered for a moment and decided to watch your favorite show in the meantime, during your wait for Crowe. While you turned on your TV, your mind wandered back to the walk towards the mall. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, constantly looking over your shoulder as you made your way towards your destination. It was a feeling that had accompanied you for quite some time now and since you’ve been with Crowe it has only gotten worse. You shook your head, trying to disperse the thought. Due to the lack of another explanation, you decided your imagination must be playing tricks on you. Eventually, you put on the show and decided to relax a little, longing to get rid of the familiar tickling feeling right behind your ribcage, the feeling of dread. Losing yourself in your favourite show seemed like a good way to escape your thoughts right now.

-

Your gaze wandered towards the clock and you noticed Crowe was running half an hour late already. Usually he was never late to anything, but whenever that was the case he informed the person waiting for him. Grabbing your phone, you opened his contact and called him.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times and a few more after that until you were sent to his mailbox.

Worry started to settle deep in your stomach. What if something happened to him? You knew that this town wasn't the safest, danger lurked in every dark corner and especially with how dark it was outside during this time of the day, your fear was not unjustified.

Just as you went to try for another call, the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh of relief, you sprang off the bed and rushed towards the door, not bothering to turn off the show.

“Hey, I was starting to-”

It was not Crowe standing in front of your door.

Red eyes locked with yours as you gazed up at the man in front of you in confusion.

“Can I help you?”

The man looked vaguely familiar, if you remember correctly you shared a class with him.

He nodded and smiled, although it looked strained, like he was forcing himself to keep his composure.

“May I come in?”

Just then you noticed the box in his hands, causing you to cock your head to the side as you eyed him up and down for a moment. Black dress shoes, dark green pants with a chain in a lighter shade attached to the waistband and a black shirt. Underneath, a green-black striped long sleeve peeked out, effectively covering his arms. Straight, shoulder-length black hair, some green streaks scattered across the strands, framed his pale face but the most intriguing feature were his piercing vermillion eyes.

“I’m expecting a visitor…” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, trying to ease the tension coursing through your body. What was it about this man that made you feel so on edge?

His eye twitched ever so slightly and the corner of his mouth quirked downwards a little. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gone before he is here.”

Shaking your head, you stood your ground. You didn’t know this man, nor did you know what his intentions were.

His smile dropped and his eyes narrowed as he stretched out his arms, offering the present for you to take.

“Will you at least take a look at what I brought you?”

You eyed the box suspiciously, taking it from his hands with hesitance evident in your movements.

“Come on,” he nudged you, an unsettling smile on his face once more. “Open it.”

The man almost seemed excited as you began to take the lid off the box. Your blood froze as you gazed upon the contents.

A heart.

Blood smeared all over and a note to top it off:

With this I ask your Love

Give into me, let yourself fall.

For when push comes to shove

You will be all mine, after all.

You dropped the box in shock, your hands coming up to clutch over your mouth as you looked at the man in horror, a crooked grin spread over his features.

“Do you like it? Did you notice the initials I carved into it? It was quite troublesome, muscle is a tough material for engraving.”

Taking a step back you went to slam the door shut, launching the box outside in the process. However, just before it could fully close, the man stuck his shoe in between the door and the frame.

“What’s the matter, Pumpkin? I thought you wanted his heart so bad?" The man spat out the words as he pushed the door open, overpowering you with barely any effort.

He stepped over the doorstep, kicking the box further into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

"I would have given you my own heart, but I still need it to love you.” Gazing upon you, a sinister smile graced his features.

You felt bile rise in your throat.

“Do you not recognize it? The heart, I mean. Seems like you didn’t hold it as dear as you were supposed to, huh?”

His chuckle caused you to throw up all over the floor in front of you.

“Oh, Pumpkin, don’t worry. I am glad, actually. That means you never truly loved him, did you?”

He took a step closer.

“Perhaps… he was just a distraction until you found your true soulmate?”

Another step.

“Is that it, Pumpkin? I am here now, you need not longer endure his presence.”

Just then it hit you.

You never mentioned that the visitor was male.

This was not some elaborate sick joke, this man in front of you killed someone, your Lover's blood was on his hands.

Your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide in shock and brows furrowed in fury.

“What…what did you do?” It took far too much effort to speak as you choked out each word.

The man stepped over the contents of your stomach strewn across the floor and stretched out his hand in a comforting gesture, though it felt more looming than anything else.

“I just took care of the trash.” He said it in such a nonchalant fashion that it made you sick.

Slapping his hand away, you quickly backed away, your mind racing as you contemplated your next move.

His gaze darkened, the red eyes staring at you grew into slim slits.

“Pumpkin, are you not happy I have freed you of him?”

This guy was nuts, just what on earth was he talking about?

“We can finally be together, just you and me with no one else in the way.”

His eyes locked onto your necklace and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards.

“What the hell are you talking about, I don't even know you!”

Taken aback by your statement, the man momentarily stopped in his tracks, hurt lacing his facial features now.

“I'm Sol, you… you know me.” He said it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, as if he couldn't wrap his head around the fact, the mere possibility of you not knowing him.

“We've been in the same art class for three years…three years which I spent desperately trying to get your attention.”

Slowly but surely he grew irritated.

“Look, Sol,” You tried your best to diffuse the situation for that is your only option as of now. “I'm sure I have seen you around, but you have never talked to me, have you?”

Sol's brows furrowed in irritation now.

“I have talked to you before, I have tried to befriend you and gain your affection, but you?”

The man scoffed as he stepped closer, his pace not slow and careful anymore but fast and purposeful. Before you knew it, he had your upper arm in a bruising, vice-like grip.

“You cut the conversation short. Every. Time. You disregarded me over and over again.”

He leaned in closer to your face and you felt a heavy weight settle in your stomach.

“I didn’t get why…and I have tried with all my might to prevent blood-shed, but you forced my hand, Pumpkin. The moment you officially started dating that slug, I knew I had to get active… I couldn't idly stand by and watch someone take the love of my life from me.”

He cupped your cheek with his free, ice cold hand and you started breathing faster.

“I tried to win you over, even as you were dating him but you acted like you weren't interested in me in the slightest… Do you have any idea how much that hurt me?”

Sighing, he lowered his head momentarily.

“And now seeing this necklace on you… you always knew you were mine, didn't you? Even if it was some part hidden in the depths of your heart…”

The sun necklace.

Sol meant sun.

You unintentionally marked yourself as his property, further playing into his delusions.

“Were you just stringing me along, wanting to see how far I would go for you? You were aware of my presence all this time, weren't you?”

Sol leaned in closer, shuddering in delight as he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

”All those years I've spent longing for you, watching your every move…”

Your breathing grew ragged, the panic in your stomach increased tenfold at the realisation and coursed through your entire body.

“It was all worth it. And to know you love me too… it's better than anything I could ever imagine.”

With every word he spoke you took more eager breaths, trying to calm yourself but ultimately ending in hyperventilation. Tears streamed down your face, which he wiped away with his thumb, the touch feather-light and filled with adoration. Had anyone else done it, had Crowe done it, it would have been comforting, but coming from him, especially in the current situation it disgusted you more than anything.

“Shh, Pumpkin, calm down, I'm here…it's alright…”

Sol pulled you closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around you.

You failed to recognize the words he muttered, too occupied with your own thoughts.

You could have prevented this.

You are the reason Crowe is dead.

If only you had been less ignorant.

The world around you started swaying a little, the lack of proper oxygen due to hyperventilation getting to you.

Sol carefully picked you up and as much as you wanted to thrash in his grasp, you couldn't, far too disoriented and weak to do so. Your arms were aimlessly flaying around, only earning a few grunts from him whenever you managed to hit him.

“Let's relax a little… I see you left your favourite show on, perfect to relax to, isn't it?”

He laid you down on the bed, climbing in right after and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace once more.

You could feel your consciousness slipping away and no matter how desperately you tried to hold onto it, it was no use, you couldn't will your body to breathe more calmly and evenly.

He kissed the top of your head and tried to comfort you, although it did nothing but unsettle you further.

“Don't worry, Pumpkin…I'm here now and I won't leave until your visitor arrives.”

Your visitor won't ever arrive.

Sol won't leave you anymore, will he?

A sinister chuckle with an edge of playfulness to it, echoed from his direction as he spoke the last words you heard before passing out.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Pumpkin.”

[ghostboy512]

Get to know your mutuals: tag game

thank you for @mapofyourstars and @ashestxr for tagging me 😊😊

What's the origin of your blog title?

when i was a teenager being a closeted pre-transition trans guy i felt really invisible and like i didnt fit in anywhere, a "ghost". and 512 is the name of a song i listened to a lot at the time. nowadays i find the url a bit cringy but im too lazy to change it lol

OTP(s) + Shipname:

honestly at the moment i only care about cherik haha but i appreciate raven x emma and logan x ororo as well :)

Favourite colour:

black for clothes, pink for literally anything else i own

Favourite game:

i have 1500 hours of stardew valley on steam lol. its an absolute obsession. it comes in waves tho, like twice a year ill get hooked on it again and create a new farm to achieve perfection on. other than that, i really loved playing undertale and graveyard keeper.

Song stuck in your head:

this is kind of embarrassing but atm im a bit obsessed with daisy by ashnikko (the ft. hatsune miku version).... I LIKE BETTER MUSIC TOO I SWEAR

Weirdest habit/trait?

pacing around my apartment thinking abt my current obsessions... i used to be so embarrassed but ive come to find out lots of people do this too so thats fine i guess

Hobbies:

reading and playing games, mostly. ive been trying to write more lately too

If you work, what's your profession?

ESL teacher. its not the coolest thing in the world but i really enjoy it

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

literature professor in uni/published author

Something you're good at:

(literally the same thing ashe, who tagged me, said) i believe im a pretty good writer despite being slow and not doing it that often lol

also i know im a very good teacher (i know its my job so duh but youd be surprised with some of my coworkers...)

Something you're bad at:

keeping secrets, especially my own 😭😭😭

Something you love:

cats, wine and contemporary brazilian literature

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

why i love charles xavier so much and queer/feminist theory.

Something you hate:

uhhhhhh idk my ex i guess (happy valentines day!)

Something you collect:

hello kitty merch 😌😌😌

Something you forget:

dates and appointments, its so fucking bad i put everything on a calender above my desk and i still manage to forget them sometimes

What's your love language?

im very touchy and affectionate but i also love acts of service, like surprising people with small gifts (i believe thats part of acts of service?)

Favourite movie/show:

my favorite movies are xmen fc, dofp and xmen II (obviously) but also amelie poulain and fried green tomatoes

my favorite series are breaking bad and the office, ive watched them both multiple times

Favourite food:

chicken!!!! fried chicken, roasted chicken, chicken with pasta, chicken with rice and beans, chicken with mashed potatoes, give me!!!!!!

Favourite animal:

i was OBSESSED with cheetahs as a child, still love them but in general rn id say cats. also love monkeys

What were you like as a child?

a very idealistic dreamer with a bit of a savior complex (hello charles xavier). not the sharpest social skills.

Favourite subject at school?

in high school it was english just because it was so fucking easy bc i was fluent lol

in uni any of my literature classes

Least favourite subject:

hated physics in hs i was so fucking bad at it. and in uni i'd had ENOUGH of pedagogy classes they were soooo boring and repetitive

What's your best character trait?

im very honest and if i love you i will do anything for you

What's your worst character trait?

probably snapping at ppl sometimes. i know its terrible but i really try not to and i always apologize. up until last year also i always let ppl treat me like shit and didnt set boundaries. im unlearning that now.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

have enough money to only focus on my studies and not have to work lol

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

maybe kim jonghyun. he was my favorite singer when i was younger and he passed away in 2017 :( he was such a great person :(

im not sure who has already been tagged in this but ill tag @caramelc0rgi , @foxherder , @disasterhals , @eriknocherikyes , @stinkrat-aleks , @mooniel, @eriksdefender and any other moots who'd like to do this!

[movingmusically]

Thought I’d add a little Valentines contribution for @dailydoseofaustinbutler

Summary:

On Valentine’s Day, Austin sets the table, lost in thoughts of the little things that make him her love bug, completely and forever.

Word Count: 1,928

Masterlist

The soft glow of the candles flickered across the room, casting a warm light over the table I’d carefully set. The smell of garlic and basil filled the air, mixing with the faint crackle of the fireplace and the gentle hum of the playlist I’d made for tonight. It wasn’t extravagant—just a quiet dinner at home—but that’s how she liked it. Simple. Real. Us.

I adjusted the silverware for the third time, taking a step back to make sure everything was just right. The centrepiece wasn’t some massive bouquet of roses, because I knew she didn’t like those. Instead, there were wildflowers, the kind she always stopped to admire on our walks. Small, vibrant, and perfectly her.

The minutes ticked by, and as I glanced toward the door, anticipation bubbled in my chest. Valentine’s Day didn’t need to be a big deal for us. She wasn’t one for grand gestures or public declarations, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to make her feel special. Loving her wasn’t about one day a year—it was in the little things, the pieces of her that had woven themselves into every corner of my life.

Like the way she laughs.

God, her laugh. It’s not the kind you hear in movies, all polished and dainty. It’s real. Sometimes it’s quiet, like she’s trying to hold it back, and other times it’s loud and unrestrained, the kind that makes her throw her head back and forget about everything else. It’s contagious. Addictive. I catch myself doing anything I can just to hear it—stupid jokes, dramatic impressions, tickling her sides when she’s not expecting it. Whatever it takes to pull that sound out of her, to feel the way it lights up the air around us.

Then there’s her singing. She can’t carry a tune to save her life, but that doesn’t stop her. When she thinks no one’s around, she sings loudly, so loudly, belting out off-key notes like she’s on stage in front of a sold-out crowd. And when I catch her mid-verse, her cheeks flush that soft, beautiful pink she gets when she’s embarrassed, and she ducks her head like she’s hoping I won’t notice. But I do. I notice everything.

Like how clumsy she is. The number of mugs she’s broken could probably stock an entire café, and she’s constantly tripping over things—her own feet, the edge of the rug, absolutely nothing at all. It doesn’t stop her dancing though. She sways in the kitchen, to music only she can hear, her bare feet sliding on the tile, and I can’t resist joining her. I come up behind her, my hands finding her waist as she turns, startled, her smile blooming like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Austin,” she laughs, shaking her head. “I’m trying to cook.”

“Don’t mind me,” I tease, pulling her closer. “You just keep doing your thing. I’ll handle the dancing part.”

When she inevitably burns something or forgets to set the timer, she swats at me with a wooden spoon, laughing as she blames me for the chaos. And I take the blame, every single time, if it means I get to hold her like that.

Or the way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking, her brows pulling together in this adorable way that makes me want to kiss her until she forgets whatever she’s focused on. I could watch her do that for hours, that little wrinkle in her expression that’s so uniquely hers. Or how animated she gets when she’s excited about something. Her hands start moving, her voice speeds up, and her eyes shine with this fire that makes it impossible not to get caught up in her passion, even if I don’t entirely understand what she’s talking about. She doesn’t even notice the way I can’t stop smiling at her in those moments, how I hang on every word because seeing her happy is the best part of my day.

I smiled to myself, adjusting one of the candles slightly. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with her. It had happened gradually, piece by piece, until one day I woke up and realised she’d become my entire world.

The first time she said she loved me, I wasn’t ready. Not because I didn’t feel the same way—I did. God, I did. But because it caught me off guard.

It was late, long after midnight, and we were lying on the couch, tangled in each other after a day that had left us both exhausted. Her head was on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along my arm. Out of nowhere, she said it.

“Austin, I love you.”

I froze, my heart pounding as her words sank in.

“Say that again,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, rolling her eyes as she looked up at me. “I love you.”

It took me a moment to say it back—not because I didn’t feel it, but because I wanted her to know how much it meant to me. When I finally said it, it came out raw and honest.

“I love you too,” I said, pulling her closer. “So much, it scares me.”

Her response was perfect. She kissed me, deep and slow, full of everything we didn’t need words for.

I glanced at the wildflowers on the table again, my thoughts drifting to the way she kissed. That first kiss wasn’t supposed to happen. Not then. Not there.

She was laughing about something—God, I don’t even remember what now, I was too far gone to realise I’d stepped closer, too close, until I wasn’t just looking at her anymore—I was reaching for her.

Her laughter faded when she realised what I was doing. Her eyes widened, her lips parted like she was about to say something, and I thought, Shit, I’ve ruined this.

But then she leaned in. Just slightly, like she was giving me permission without saying a word.

When my lips met hers, it was soft—so soft, I almost pulled back, scared I’d imagined the way she sighed into me. But then her hands found my chest, and I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before—slow, almost hesitant, like I was afraid to break her.

It wasn’t until she laughed—into my mouth, no less—that I realised she wasn’t fragile. She was kissing me back, and it felt like a challenge. Her lips were softer than I’d imagined, but she kissed me with a quiet boldness, a curiosity that left me breathless.

When I finally pulled back, my heart was pounding, and she was smiling up at me like I’d just passed some sort of test. “Well,” she said, her voice light but teasing. “Took you long enough.”

And just like that, I was done for.

It wasn’t long before we knew exactly how we fit together. There were the soft, sleepy kisses we shared in the morning, when the world hadn’t fully woken up yet. The playful ones, when she was still giggling at something ridiculous I’d said, and I couldn’t resist leaning in, stealing the sound and swallowing it whole. Those kisses were messy, our teeth knocking together because she couldn’t stop smiling, but they were perfect.

And then there was the teasing kiss, the one where she barely let our lips touch before pulling back with that wicked little grin of hers. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it drove me insane in the best way.

But the desperate kiss? That one wrecked me. Those were the moments when we’d been apart for too long, and I couldn’t wait another second. I’d grab her like she was the only thing tethering me to the earth, my hands in her hair, pulling her closer until there was nothing between us but heat and need.

I shook my head, exhaling softly. Loving her wasn’t just about those moments. It was about all the little things she did without even thinking. How she’d text me a picture of something she thought I’d like, just to make me smile. How she’d buy my favourite snacks even if she didn’t like them herself. How she’d leave me notes in the most unexpected places—inside my jacket pocket, on the bathroom mirror, once even tucked into the pages of a book I’d been reading. Sometimes they were reminders: Don’t forget to drink water. Sometimes they were silly: You look hot today. And sometimes, they were simple little declarations that made my chest tighten: I love you.

She was thoughtful in ways that took my breath away. Like the time I was stressed about a role, convinced I wasn’t good enough. She didn’t try to fix it or give me a long-winded pep talk. She just slid a playlist onto my phone, full of songs she knew I loved. The title? You’ve Got This.

She always knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t. And she did it without making a big deal out of it, like it was the most natural thing in the world to put someone else’s happiness before her own.

The timer on the oven beeped, pulling me from my thoughts. I hurried to the kitchen, pulling the lasagna out and setting it on the counter. Cooking wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but I’d followed her mom’s recipe to the letter. Well, mostly. I’d called her mom twice just to make sure I wasn’t screwing it up. She’d laughed at me, but it was worth it.

The sound of keys at the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and my heart skipped a beat. Showtime.

The door creaked open, and there she was. Her hair was slightly windblown, her cheeks pink from the February chill. She had a tote bag slung over one shoulder, probably filled with whatever book she’d been reading on the train.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft and warm as she stepped inside. “Something smells amazing.”

I grinned, stepping forward to take her bag. “Lasagna. Your mom’s recipe.”

Her eyebrows lifted, a smile tugging at her lips. “Seriously? You made that?”

I shrugged like it was no big deal, even though I’d spent hours on it. “I might’ve called in a little backup.”

She laughed, and just like that, the day melted away. It was just us. No cameras, no distractions, just her in the doorway and me trying not to stare at how beautiful she looked under the soft light.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” she said, glancing at the table, her eyes lingering on the wildflowers. Her voice dropped slightly, and I saw it—her walls lowering, her expression softening. “It’s perfect.”

I stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re perfect.”

She rolled her eyes at that, but she was smiling, and I felt it in my chest, the way she looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I murmured.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered back, her voice laced with something soft, something that made me want to pull her close and never let go.

And as I led her to the table, my hand resting lightly on the small of her back, I thought about how she’d never need some grand gesture to know how much I loved her. Because it was in everything I did. Every thought I had. Loving her wasn’t just effortless.

It was everything.

[greenerteacups]

Apologies if you have answered that question before but, since you mentioned Bill and Fleur in one of your last posts, I wanted to ask what you think about their relationship? They've always been one of my favorite canon ships but a recent reread hasn't been too kind to it — the age difference (which i somehow never really clocked) + Bill not really saying/doing anything to defend Fleur. Plus just leaving her stranded with his family in their cottage lmao, though that may be a side-effect of Rowling going very stereotypical with her couples once they settle down (why wouldn't Fleur be working?!). Long story short, I've been loving the two (and Fleur especially, SHE IS NO ONE'S ORNAMENT DAMN RIGHT) in Lionheart ("Apparently I'll answer to 'tall Englishman'", Bill getting his ass handed to him by a petite Frenchwoman — my beloveds) but would love to hear more of your perspective! :)

CANON BILLFLEUR i love... secret age gap coworkers to lovers to monsterfuckers arc... beautiful French academic decathlon finalist (and honorary cringefail girlboss, though that's not really her fault on account of having tried to play honestly in the Faculty Cheating Competition), descended from a race of hypnotically gorgeous man-eating sirens, falls in love with long-haired sexually ambiguous wizard indiana jones. while they're coworkers. at a bank. then Wizard Indiana Jones (who wears an earring btw) gets bit by a werewolf and becomes NOT an actual werewolf but like. the diet Y/A Teen Wolf sexyman with hunky scars. molly's sobbing over losing his good looks meanwhile fleur is sitting there desperately resisting the urge to punch the air and do a victory lap.

their love story is also hilarious. bill has about 4 lines in the entire series and somehow pulls the hottest girl in the book. king of shutting the fuck up. a parable for all of us. fleur? even better. molly straight-up calls fleur shallow to her face at her fiance's hospital bedside and she basically hits her with "chill out, he was already punching." the absolute panache. it tells us so much about their relationship even though we don't get to see it. fleur has that man HANDLED. she is not worried. we don't know what their sex life is like but babygirl WAS NOT CONCERNED about him getting "aggressive at certain times of the month." stone cold pokerface did not break a sweat. make of that what you will.

more seriously. the 17/25 age gap thing is not like, great. but also it's not terrible for me considering (a) age gaps in the wizarding world are kinda fucked anyway and (b) she's fully the hottest woman to ever exist. and bill is a smart practical dude who if he's anything like his father is ass over teakettle in love with his wife. if anything i think fleur probably ran point on that particular mission. like, from bill's perspective, you're a competent and respected guy at the office, you're known for being smart and capable, and you're just getting to the point where you're up for serious promotions. and then there's the new girl at the office, who's a freshly legal blonde frenchwoman, and she's also ridiculous looney-tunes level hot. if you so much as smile at her your office buddies are going to roast you to hell. you will never live it down. and meanwhile fleur is coming into this new office, and the only guy she even kind of knows is the older brother of harry potter's best friend, who she interacted with for 0.1 seconds a year ago. but he's also cool and competent and everybody respects him. in her mind, he is a prey animal. he is the gazelle to her cheetah on the savannah. she is stalking him like big game. once she gets over how much he pisses her the fuck off I think she engages in emotional terrorism until he caves and asks her out. as is her right as a frenchwoman <3

[senior-mourn-watcher]

Happy Valentine's Day

Have some random small headcanons on this fine (but chilly (-11°C/12°F)) day!

I love the angsty headcanons for Emmrook when he becomes a lich - but consider:

Happy Lich husband who is comfortable and content with Rook, and after confirming they don't mind he's undead feels secure.

Is little spoon

Forgets he's more powerful than Rook sometimes and hides behind them when something startling happens.

Can now see in far more spectrums than the human eye (like a butterfly+magic)

Glowy eye parts move into shapes based on emotion (angry eyes, happy eyes, he's just very animated)

Gets distracted easily by magic and other pretty things

Living his best life, come what may. And if that means frolicking in a field of flowers he can no longer smell, then so be it.

If Rook isn't a necromancer/able to join him in Lichdom, he has them buried as they request and keeps a memento forever. (If cremated, has burial jewelry made/keeps one of Rook's favorite pieces, if bones are left, keeps a bit of their bone.)

I'm a sucker for the sweet romances so consider the following for mortal!emmrich x Rook:

Gives Rook everything he is able to. Family (even if just Manfred), comfort, a home.

Whenever he goes traveling (because he does that now) he brings Rook a gift. Custom made jewelry, a particularly nice rock he and Harding saw, a bit of something that's probably cursed and Rook probably shouldn't touch but it's fine.

He encourages Rook to further their education. If they go to the academy he teaches at, he stops by on his way in to give Rook a kiss and some breakfast. Rook stops by during lunch for more.

Favorite pastime is snuggling with Rook by the fireplace and reading a book (out loud if Rook's in the mood.)

Makes cookies with Rook (the kind you paint) for hours and hours for Wintersend

When he inevitably passes, Rook gets Emmrich's skull pin and, of course, custody of Manfred and Johanna's skull.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

you are so whimsical i qant to check out this mdzs (..??) because of your whimsical nature thank you sorry im very high and your art moved me emotionally

This is simultaneously the sweetest and funniest thing someone has sent me, thank you.

[hirazuki]

Me, episode 1: Oh, a relatable protag! And a relatable female protag, at that. Sweet! That never happens.

Me, a few episodes in: Wait, the protag really is going to be my character? The one I identify with the most? Seriously? It's not going to be a strange, at least somewhat sinister, seemingly hostile male side character? It's gonna be a female character and the protagonist? That's insane, that literally never happens... what's the catch??

Me, more than halfway through the season: ... huh, I guess Maomao really is it. Okay, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me to myself, after episodes 22/23:

[sengoku-nadeko]

[the-crownin]

> be me

> be in anime & manga class (college.jpg)

> doing required reading

> not really paying attention; sorta just skimming atp

> text mentions “short story called Metamorphosis”

> holup.mp3

> “theres no way they’re talking about that one, right?”

> actually read the sentence

> “…“Metamorphosis,” from Kafka’s famous short story.”

MFW I thought the academic text I was reading just referenced 177013.

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[orcelito]

I'm at the painful "confession" scene during the kage summit arc. It really is so emotional, but also... hm.

When I was younger, like 13 or so, I was a big Sakura and Naruto shipper. They were the first pairing I read fanfic for even. And in a way, I do still enjoy the two of them together... but it's moments like these that really drive home the fact that it Doesn't really work in canon. Not the way that it's set up.

As Sakura puts it, "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! That's all you think about!"

She's told that Naruto has feelings for her and decides to use it to convince him to stop going after Sasuke. She does love him, but not in the way she's trying to confess. The love they share is one of comradery, not necessarily romantic. The love of two people who have gone through such pain together, and who have leaned on each other throughout it all. And the fact that she's turning around and saying she loves him "simply like everyone else", now... it's trivializing. And the fact that she's trying to convince him of this, the fact that she thinks she Can convince him of this, is pretty hurtful. They've come a long way from when they were kids, Naruto the goofball vying for her attention while she yelled at him for being stupid. Sakura respects Naruto so much more than before, and Naruto respects her too. So the fact that she's still doing this... She's desperate, really. She thinks the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke home is what's driving him to let himself be hurt over and over and over again in the pursuit and protection of Sasuke.

But she's wrong.

That may be part of it, but it's only part. Naruto wants Sasuke back for himself, too. He let himself be beat up to avoid selling him out. He chases after him with single minded determination. Sasuke is his entire drive to get stronger, to catch up, to bring him home. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke indeed.

As it is, Naruto knows she's lying to herself. And no matter what she says, he will keep going after Sasuke. Because that's just the person that Naruto is.

[soulwhisp]

Apparently a hot take but i really think that authors,artists,game developers, etc shouldn't be TOO involved with the fandom surrounding what they created. By all means interact with it as much as you want, but i feel like if you try to insert yourself too much in a fandom space you're bound to see things that you dont like.

I see this with one fandom im in where the creators were way too involved and it led to them getting some really bizzare parasocial fans (wich can happen to anyone but specially if ur too involved in your fandom) but also to them trying to control every single thing their fandom posts.

You as a creator ARE allowed to be uncomfortable with certain fanmade content, but you cannot make a fandom of thousands of people on multiple different websites only post sanitized content that you fully agree with. You can ask them to not show that kind of content to you, but you cannot stop it from being made.

There will always be sometimes that you dont like on the Internet and no matter how much it makes you uncomfortable, you cannot stop those who make those contents and its also not right to harrass them or send others to do so, best i can tell you to do is block and move on.

[kirbyddd]

[hplonesomeart]

Local Subcon ghost is keeping my soul hostage until I finish this animation to completion I swear jksjsksp. But hey seems like I’m picking up the progress pace this week after all! Probably has to do with the relief of summer, does some crazy things for improving my mental stability I’ll tell you that. Won’t stop until I drop :)