#v day lovemail

[peonysgreenhouse]

💌 and Sunday please? I just think he’s neat

It's the only thing on his desk that's out of place. A colorful gift box with a small card tucked into the ribbon sealing the box closed. Sunday knows instantly who the box is from; you were one of the only people allowed access to his private office, and the only one who would leave him something so obviously hand-made.

He looks at it for a moment, contemplating. Had he done something for you that required repayment? Did he forget some special occasion? He had been very busy lately — still, Sunday wasn't one to forget something like that.

Sunday sits down at his desk. He had work to do, after all. The gift could wait, and so, he tucks it away in a drawer in his desk, hoping that it will slip his mind as the hours pass by.

(It doesn't, and that frustrates him. If anything, the fact that it's hidden and within arms reach makes it all the more tempting).

When his work is done, he slides a glove off his hand, reaching deep into the drawer where he stashed the box. His fingers brush over the smooth exterior, a smile quirking to his lips when he sees the messily tied bow.

He unties the ribbon, letting it fall to his desk as he takes the card in his hands. It's a simple message wishing him a Happy Valentine's Day, your name signed with a heart at the bottom. He moves his ungloved hand over the pencil writing, smudging the lead with his fingers.

Inside the box is chocolates, elegantly packed and shaped like hearts. Something warm swells within his chest, and he picks up a chocolate, holding it up to inspect it. Did you make them yourself? Sunday never had a sweet tooth but he finds his mouth watering, if just to taste—

Then, the flapping of wings. Sunday hastily closes the box, stashing it back in his desk, tugging his glove back on. That was enough indulgence for the day.

(...Still, he did need to thank you for the gift. Perhaps he'd send you something just as sweet later, anonymously).

[abbysbasement]

congrats on 600 baby!! u deserve all the love n support in the world n i have been a wlfpet lover since DAY 1!!!!! kissing u so hard rn ily <33 xoxoxo

v I’m cryingggggg 😭😭 my first pal on here the wlfpet lovemail president!!! 😞 ily tysm bestie!!! 🫶🫶

[softshouyous-archive]

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hello!!!!!

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?OMG I THINK I DO GFDKGF like for a while i wasn’t sure like i didn’t doubt them but i didn’t Fully believe in them? but there have certain instances that make me go hm . Maybe There Are Ghosts?? 

gjfdksjg like one situation that i still remember is from almost three years ago where i was studying (lol) in my room at night. the lights were off except for my fairy lights and i was listening to music without earphones on when my brother comes into my room and is like ??? why are you calling me ?? and i’m just like um ????? and he holds up his phone to show that . i am in fact calling him. and i’m just really confused because my phone was Across The Room, charging on the floor. i fucking zoom over to it because i’m like um what the fuck babe ! i looked at the screen and it’s !!!! on the screen that shows i’m calling someone ! that someone being my brother ! and i’m completely losing it because HOW is that possible jgdfkgkjfldgf

[furby-organist]

> Unless it's in his line of sight (which is unfortunately often), Local Alastor forgets that sex is a thing and that people are horny, and he doubly forgets that people are horny for him. And then he sees people send stuff like this @ his alt.

> And he remembers this alt rampaged for a single day. Alexa rampaged for over two decades. Man, how many people did he unintentionally make horny? Who'd send him stuff like this if his platform was an avenue for that sort of content? Those prison lovemail ladies and v*xblr serial killer thotettes must be just the tip of the iceberg. Oh yikes.

> (Maybe he will hide behind his husband in public when he thinks one of them has visually perceived him. Perk to marrying a taller person.)

[victory-duo]

To the game that taught me to persevere for my dream,  to open my mind to different viewpoints, and to accept different ideas to achieve something bigger together.... 

Happy 10th anniversary, Pokemon Black and White! 

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This was originally planned to be a two-part piece, but I couldn't finish James (Hilbert) and Fluffy (Reshiram) in time haha. They will be followed up on this week as a week-long celebration!

[Unova/Gen V lovemail ahead!]

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Gen 5 was the very first time I was able to catch the pre-release hype of a Pokemon game online.

At the time, I was 13, a freshman highschooler who caught the intrigue of the very first Unova Pokemon in silhouettes, the starters and the Tao Duo.... wow, there's gonna be new mons!

I witnessed everything that unfolded during Gen 5 from start to finish: heck, I was even one of those bandwagon haters from back then, I knew too well how they thought.  

"Wow this dex SUCKS they try too hard to copy kanto" "pokemon went downhill this year" "wth they changed so much?? this isn’t even pokemon"

I feel like these days people have been undermining how it was negatively received, so I want to share what I've seen firsthand.

Everyone was so angry at how the dex didn't have any old mons, and that the designs we're stuck with are tryhard expies of the original 151. That's beside the overused "ice cream and garbage pokemon UGLY" argument which rooted from that sentiment with the designs. Surprisingly I actually bought this thinking at first (YES, I started out as a Unova hater) and tried hard to lift up the then-latest Digimon season (Xros Wars) by saying the designs are ugly lol

Hate aside, younger me still wanted to see the game anyway and pirated a JP copy of the game release day.... but I couldn't understand anything, so I got stuck at Nacrene City and just waited for the English version haha.

Fast-forward to March the next year, it was a happy time of the year for me because school years used to end in March in my country! School was heavily winding down and I get to play a new Pokemon game fresh, wow!! I was still in denial but I really liked the new story focus. During that time, then-Unova hater me was in a denial stage, trying to water down what I liked about the game and being bitter about it breaking the mold too much.... but over the months I tried to engage with it more, and the biggest gateway for me was Spe BW.

At the time it was still in its earliest chapters (I think it was before the Nimbasa stuff?), and I thought hey, why not try to follow it while it's ongoing? (RIP) I just got really endeared with Black and especially White at the time! You can see where that led to today LOL

So now you probably guessed this is the start of my Hilda fan backstory, and yes, it is HAHAHA. I didn't pay it much mind at first but 14 y/o me was like, WOW.... wait.... her design really speaks to me, this is the aesthetic I want for myself?? She's so boyish compared to the others!

I started veering away from Spe White, taking aspects of her and projecting (HAHA) onto the actual player, and protagverse White was made! She isn't actually made for the verse, but someone I've been treating as an avatar for a while now since 2012. I was so happy with her that I even restarted White and made a new file playing as her character! 

For this anniversary piece, it was meant to be a culmination of my personal feelings with the games:

My 1st G5 game was White 'cause I loved Zekrom, protagverse White was my comfort character that helped me cope so much as a teen, and they just influenced me in so many ways.

I wouldn't know how I would be today if teen me didn't find comfort and inspiration in the Unova games. It was a big part of my art journey.

Since 2012, every 4 years, I've made a small tradition to redraw my 1st White art.  This art is redraw #2.

In 2012, I was in my 3rd year of high school. In 2016, I was in my 3rd year of college (and 1st year of art school). Today, in 2020, I've graduated and now working as a freelance artist.

White, and Unova as a whole, grew up with me, and I'm so thankful they exist.

If you've read this far, thank you for reading, and I hope that I've imparted how much I love Unova, and how much it's helped me over the years. It's had a rough start, but I will never regret sticking for it until it got out of the spotlight now as the appreciated sets of games it is.

Thank you so much, Unova!

Love, A fan since 2010 <3

[peonysgreenhouse]

Love your Welt fics can I get 💌 and Welt?

Welt remembers how curious you were when he told you of his world's holidays and customs. You would mention how your own world had similar celebrations — marveling at how much the both of you had in common, even though born a thousand galaxies apart.

It's strange to be in your room now that you're not here — now that you're stranded on Amphoreus with Stelle and Dan Heng. It had only been a week, but your absence weighs heavy on his shoulders.

He should've gone with you, even if he couldn't play hero anymore, he would at least have peace of mind that you all were safe.

Garlands of paper hearts decorate the walls of your room; purple and pink and blue. He had watched you and March cut them out when you all had some downtime after checking out of The Reverie. March had some of her own strung over the TV in her room.

"I made a few extra," You had said, holding the string of paper hearts out in front of him. "In case you get homesick."

He didn't have the heart to tell you that Valentine's had little significance to him. If anything, it was a day usually spent listening to Tesla's complaining that Einstein had forgotten the holiday yet again.

But now... He doesn't know. Would you think him a sap if he bought you flowers? Was he too old for such romance? Welt wants to impress you, so much so he finds it embarrassing.

He wishes he had his Herrscher powers now. Once, he could have filled your room with figurines and models of all your favorite things. For now, he'd have to settle with making one — perhaps flowers that would never wilt, or a model of one of the planets the Express had visited. It might take him a while, but bit by bit he would make something for you to come back to — to come home to.

[peonysgreenhouse]

omggg you'll never guess who this is <3 but 💌 with peter lukas or annabelle cane?? whoever you most feel like writing <3 muah!!!! happy vday!!!!

It starts with your computer; it hadn't updated as it should have during your lunch break. Without the update, you couldn't connect to the system, which meant you couldn't finish the work that needed to be done by the end of the day.

You lean back in your chair, your leg bouncing as you watch the update percentage slowly climb. Did the computer not understand that you had a date tonight? Was it moving slowly on purpose to torment you?

By the time you leave work, you're already 5 minutes late to your date. You try to text your date to apologize, to think of anything to say that would salvage the situation, but just as you're about to send the message, your phone dies. In your attempts to rush through your work, you had forgotten to charge the damn thing.

Your train is ten minutes late; an accident on the tracks, they had said. It seemed like this day was out to get you, a thousand pin pricks ending up in an open wound.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you're thankful that your reservation still was being held. You mentally prepare for what you're going to say to your date as the waitress leads you to your table.

Except there's an unfamiliar woman sitting at the table, her finger tracing circles around the top of her wine glass. She grins at you, expectant.

...Had you been so late that they cancelled your reservation after all? But then again, this table was booked under your name. Apologies fall from your lips as if on instinct, assuming that the restaurant had mixed something up.

"You look like you've had a day." Her silky voice cuts off your explanations. She looks rather amused, like she's in on a joke that you're not privy to. "Would you like to talk about it?"

You've never slid into a chair faster. You find yourself ranting about your struggles this afternoon to this pretty stranger. She listens, ordering you a glass of wine sometime in between your story telling — her way of expressing her condolences.

"If it makes you feel any better, my date was a no show." Annabelle says smoothly. "Perhaps this is... fate, no?"

Fate, yes, how could it not be? All these tangled threads weaving into place perfectly, leading you straight to her. It felt almost too contrived, like the plot to a sappy romance movie. Still, you can't help but be grateful.

"Besides," Annabelle starts, leaning forward onto her laced fingers, something playful and dangerous in her eyes. "You're much more... delectable than my original date was."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

As you ride back to your apartment, you realize that you had forgotten to get Annabelle's number. Had your stroke of luck worn off so soon? The night had gone so well, too...

When you get home, and finally charge your phone, a text from an unknown number comes through:

It was nice meeting you. I will see you soon. :)