#val/valen

[respirgender]

gracegender | gracegender | G0Zcharic citsbloxic | citsbloxic | vegasgender wreathgender | val/valen pronouns | ☎️/☎️s pronouns

free to use, credit is appreciated but not required

[masterjedilenawrites]

Discuss!

[evanox]

Finally went through Valen's 4 heart event after putting it off because I couldn't handle that being the last I see of her until the next update... and of course I took screenshots of almost every line. Anyway here are some ThoughtsTM under the cut bc it's a Little lengthy

SAY LESS!! also now I feel a little bad I didn't let Mae's hair down before the cutscene,,, gotta look her best for her future wife,,

I mean this would've felt more serious if you had preserved organs or meth down there but sure we can keep your lil pharmacy lab a secret

Maehwa would've gladly let you vivisect her if you asked; drinking dubious medicine is the least she could do for you

Sorry the simping was mandatory; here are my actual thoughts--

unfortunately, we did not get strapped to an experiment table.

I had hoped there would be something very wrong with her but it turns out she's pretty chill. Deep down I knew a game as wholesome as FOM wouldn't get that dark, but even if it didn't give me what I was hoping for it still gave me lots to think about!

Before I got this event, Valen had already brought up coming from a long line of prestigious doctors a few times, which makes me wonder whether she went into medicine because she wanted to or because it was Expected of her to continue the family's legacy. That, along with how she feels like she has to keep her work a secret until it's finished, makes me wonder if she developed some sort of anxiety towards high expectations, even if she doesn't let it show. She doesn't want to give her fellow villagers the hope that she can create the Perfect Medicine only to absolutely let them down.

It's also interesting how, despite her insistence on keeping the basement a secret (and irritation when questioned about it), she casually asks you in the 2-heart event to fetch her the medicine from said basement. Makes me wonder if she, just like Juniper, saw something special in the Farmer and wanted to extend an invitation to help her... only far more subtly than Juniper lol.

Speaking of Juniper, it's such a funny contrast how she sees the villagers as disposable guinea pigs for her experiments, while Valen this whole time has been using herself as the test subject for her experiments. I wonder what adverse effects she had previously suffered since she seemed fully prepared to get sick during this experiment. I just want to hold my baby :((((

Also when Valen mentioned the word Panacea I thought it was some sort of bacteria genus until I googled it. Apparently, it's "any supposed remedy that is claimed to cure all diseases and prolong life indefinitely." That doesn't sound exactly scientific... it sounds more like magic, which makes me wonder if Valen's ancestors were actually familiar with witchcraft.

It would be very ironic since she seems to persistently reject magic and Juniper's methods, just as Juniper rejects Valen's... which is funny because Valen and Juniper seem to be working towards something similar (I assume, since Juniper's using the hot spring waters for a base w/ "restorative powers") but with entirely different approaches and very little success. If my ancestor theory is true then perhaps in future events they'll realize that what they're seeking can only be achieved by putting aside their differences and combining science and magic together... or maybe i'm thinking about this too deeply lmao.

[readceran]

lorelei ingellvar....btw ........

[mishkakagehishka]

Shove your fingers in his mouth tuesday

[thegoddesswater]

Betrayal, ghost, and nightmare :^)

I chose Valen from ML for these answers and...This got unhinged fast. I'd apologize, but this is apparently just how Valen makes my brain work.

Betrayal: Valen knew it was possible, but didn't think it would happen, because there were so many futures where it didn't. And betrayal is maybe too strong a word for having watched Adair sign his life - their lives - away, out of fear. Because at the end of the day, that's what it was. Fear. But it still stings, watching everything "good" and "right" begin to teeter and decay, while the cogs of the universe click closer towards disaster. And Valen would say that he's above something as petty as 'eye-for-an-eye', but he is, sometimes, only human. So he salts the wound, and twists the knife because surely that's only fair. One life against the future? Two? Surely that's a small enough price. It's just omelettes and broken eggs, after all.

The version in plain English: Adair did not consult with Valen before signing a document surrendering his (Adair's) full body autonomy to government and military control - which could have distinct ramifications for both of them. Valen is decidedly not pleased by this development, seeing all the ways that this can only go wrong, and breaks off his relationship with Adair. Then, for good measure, Valen also provides an 'anonymous tip' which gets Adair's brother disappeared into the maw of enforcement, all while telling himself that it's what needs to happen. He's right but that doesn't mean it's not a dick move.

Ghost: The drugs work until they don't. The voices return. They stay. They always whisper, muted and soft, in languages he's never learned. Words he shouldn't understand, and yet.... He's practised not reacting to them. He's been called crazy, but he's not, he never has been; the voices assure him that it is so. This is how he was always meant to be, so much more than his mortal vessel.

In plain English: Probably not entirely fair to call this 'haunting him' but Valen's odd. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia in his late teens and didn't question it for years until forgotten doses bring him branching visions of reality, clairvoyance, and a distinct awareness of himself that he cannot explain. He's actually a god made flesh, but he can't tell anyone because who in the world is going to hear that and not say "This man, who already has been diagnosed with a mental illness, has finally cracked?"

Nightmare: The world ends and he's done nothing to save it. The world ends and he's tried everything to save it. Tears of blood drip from empty sockets and he knows without seeing that the flames are coming. The inferno that will strip him down, burn him away until only phoenix, or ifrit, or demon remains. He doesn't know what will be left. The world ends and he stands alone. The world ends in flood. In flames. In fallout. The world ends.

The world ends.

He gave up a long time ago on trying to get anyone to understand. Foster parents who chalked it up to the trauma of being in the system. Friends who told him to ease up on the apocalyptic media, to stop acting like he alone is the sole saviour of all. Therapists with tight smiles who tell him 'the subconscious mind works in odd ways.' No one has ever understood; he's given up trying to make them.

Plain English: Valen has messed up dreams of doom and destruction. And everyone brushes them off as 'just nightmares' because, 'Sure, Val. Everyone has messed up dreams sometimes.' The whole godly consciousness in human form is really, really hard to cope with some days.

[helianthus21]

shaking things up by giving my phone a different case

[daddymothxxx]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

Bold = Applies. Italics = Sometimes applies. Strikethrough = Applies under extreme circumstances.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒: being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing (squeaking). jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒: tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing (crocodile tears). hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes (he's a crybaby and will also do crocodile tears for sympathy depending). doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑: furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑: wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: constantly yawning. blurring words together ("franken spanglish"). dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. falling asleep in their clothes. laying their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

[burgertimeatbreakfast]

Vakten valen and me (Japanese sea lion) and him

[onesidedradiostatic]

Let's be real... the moment Angel hears that interaction... he'll probably know who commissioned it. And why. But he'll be having too much fun with it to date tell Alastor

(reference to this ask)

vox is THAT bad at hiding his crush even someone only indirectly associated with him knows. and yet alastor himself still doesn't.

(I did actually imply val was commissioning for vox though, so it'd be super funny if at some point lucifer did spill the beans and it goes like...

lucifer: "someone named uh..... valentine? no wait. valen... tino?" angel dust: "VALENTINO???? ...huh. didn't know HE had a thing for alastor now. thought it'd 'ave been his buddy" lucifer: "who??" husk: "he WAS probably doing it for his buddy." alastor: alastor: "what" (<- didn't know vox had a thing for him) lucifer: "yeah. what" (<- doesn't know who the fuck anyone is talking about)

[cyberdeadboy]

　　　　　　　mangle fnaf NPTs

♡。names

mangle, mallory, mallorie, sugar, loveit, toyette, toyesse, roy, lovell, miette, maiette, namie, naomi��, koko, coco, mibbie, val, valentine, ange, angel, emmie, emeric, amiette, aoife², nomi³, amare⁴, beau, lumi, lyille, mariel, toyi, toyie

¹ hebrew ² irish ³ hebrew, japanese ⁴ african

♡。pronouns

sh𓏴 ) h𓏴r, h𓏴 ) h𓏴m, th𓏴y ) th𓏴m, shi ) her, hi ) hem, shie ) her, hie ) him, beau ) beauty, lo ) love, tangle ) tangled, toy ) toy, pure ) pure, sh♡ ) h♡r, h♡ ) h♡m, th♡y ) th♡m, sweet ) sugar, sie ) siem, ribbon ) ribbon, bow ) bow, val ) valen

♡。titles

the tangled mangle, they who are in dispair, they who are luringly beautiful, she who is full of ribbons, the heart full of mysteries, the cuter foxy, he who creeps out, he with a sweet heart, they who love, one with tricky aura, the self indulgent fox, one who is your darling, your beloved soul, they with a tangled appearance

　　　　　requested by @polkacows

[miss-anachronism]

I posted something yesterday throwing my hat into the ring of Merlin and Valen relationships, and people seemed to like it! These guys are best buds to me, im glad yall see it too. It inspired me to write a little drabble, so here ya go <3 this is Valen and my (fem) Merlin, so it gets kinda specific at parts lol

…

It’s been a long day.

And as much as Valen wishes it were the easier type of long day: boring and uneventful, where he has to drag himself from task to task; it was quite the opposite. Exhilarating, exhausting, and deadly; now he was sinking into a sofa chair in the Mystical house, nursing a spiked drink and a sprained ankle.

It wasn’t even a mishap- he’d launched the attack perfectly, but that godforsaken golem had grabbed his leg at the last moment and slammed him back down into the ground. Lucius said he was lucky to have avoided a concussion. But what does Lucius know, anyway.

All this to say, the entire ordeal has left him grumpy and secluded. He’s tucked into the library, where the din of the bar can’t touch his slowly receding headache. It’s lovely in here, quiet and serene, fresh air drifting through the large open windows on the south wall. The smell of old books mingles nicely with the outside breeze, stopping just shy of being overwhelming. He would have never thought himself a library person; the one in Holistone was lackluster. But Merlin, as she often did, had flipped his conceptions upside down, and provided Valen one of his favourite spaces in her impressive library.

It’s a little ridiculous to expect privacy and solitude from a house that isn’t your own, especially one housing at least five others, but Valen still finds his every muscle tensing when he hears the library door open and close with a soft click.

He exhales slowly through his teeth, trying not to make his disappointment too obvious. He sends his farewells to his peaceful rest, and a quick prayer that whomever has entered isn’t in a talkative mood. He really doesn’t feel up to playing up the charm.

The soft pattering on the floor and the long exhale that come from behind him, however, chases those fears away. The momentary panic slips from Valen’s body, and he glances to the side, grinning when a green, eerie eye catches his gaze.

Merlin grins back at him, though she looks just as tired as he feels. “Hey, sorry. I know you’re hurt, but it’s winding down out there, and I wanted to do some research before I turn in. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Valen chuckles, “It’s your home.”

“Well, yes, but you’re my guest. And if you want me to shut up and leave you alone, say the word and I’ll be gone, no harm no foul.”

“It’s alright, Merlin,” he confirms, slightly surprised that he doesn’t even need to lie, “your company is appreciated.”

She grins at him and sets her own drink down on the small coffee table, and pulls another chair up. “Thanks, Val. I’ll keep it down, promise.”

She’s true to her word, shuffling through a few eclectically stacked books around the floor of the library before settling with three in hand. She puts the biggest one between them, and opens it up to reveal a collection of beautiful woodcuts, depicting various temples across the globe.

Valen lets out a low whistle and leans in, watching as she flips through a few illustrations, and then spins the book around to show him a full two-page print. It takes him a moment to recognize.

“The Moon Temple?”

Merlin nods, her eyes never leaving the paper. “Back in its heyday. We were talking about it, and Dolly mentioned that I should have an old book of prints in here somewhere. I’m lucky I found it so quickly.”

“How old is this book?”

“Four hundred years, give or take.”

Valen half gasps and half laughs, staring at the book in wonder. He’s shocked Merlin even has the balls to touch the thing, let alone open it.

“I can’t believe you just have ancient scripture lying around.”

“Hey, this is far from ancient,” she teases, glancing up to wrinkle her nose at him.

“You’re right, you’re right. It doesnt hold a candle to the oldest artifact in this room: you.”

Merlin sticks her tongue out at him, and Valen returns in kind, before they both return to the book.

The Moon God had been dead for a thousand years or so before this print was made, so the Temple isn’t exactly in perfect condition. Still, it’s a far cry from the decrepit ruins that it’s in today. Beautiful pillars surrounding the pouring, majestic fountains, each flaw and imperfection dutifully recorded… Valen finds himself being drawn in by the skilled execution of the print itself, scanning over the evenly spaces hatching and intricate detailing in the stonework, the water, the attention to values… it’s a beautiful recreation. Valen can even make out the carvings on the pillars themselves.

There’s a little blurb of writing at the bottom of the page, in a language Valen can’t identify. He reaches out to tap at it, stopping just shy of actually touching the book.

“Can you read this?”

Merlin hums in assent. Instead of flipping the book back around to face herself, she stands and moves over to Valen’s side of the table, kneeling next to his chair.

“It’s not much. ‘The Moon Temple, for the greatness and majesty of Nakalig the many-faced…. Cast a moonstone into the divine spring… a chance for divine lunar enlightenment…’ yeah, we know all this already.”

“It’s still interesting,” Valen contests, watching as Merlins finger drifts over the words. “You’ll have to teach me how to read this.”

Merlin scrunches her nose again. “The language is pretty dead, Val. I think you’ll only find Celestials who speak it fluently, nowadays.”

“So? If it’s spoken by Celestials, I’m sure it’s gorgeous. And mysterious. All the more reason to learn it.”

Merlin scoffs. “If you received a love letter written in the old, dead language, would you actually go on a real life date with the sender?”

“A date? I’d bed them on the spot,” Valen jokes, and Merlin throws her head back and cackles.

“Gross, ugh.” She sneers, giggling. Valen grins.

“Thousands of years old, and you still have the humour of a teenager.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, lightly punching him in the shoulder, only for her eye to immediately widen in concern.

“Ah, shit, that didn’t hurt did it? You’re hurt, I shouldn’t be jostling you around.”

“Merlin, babe, do you really think you can push me around?”

“You underestimate me! I could totally beat you up.”

“Mhmm,” Valen chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. Merlin gives him a wry smile.

“Seriously, though, you okay?”

Valen pauses a moment, taking stock of himself. Yes, his ankle still aches, but the spinning pain in his head has thankfully receded. The exhaustion still runs deep in his bones, however; he thinks if Merlin asked him to stand up, he’s simply collapse.

“I’m alright, all things considered,” he settles on, “but tired. Exhausted.”

“Hey, bright idea here! Maybe you should go to bed!”

“A genius, you are.”

“They don’t call me Merlin for nothin’.”

He chuckles. “It’s nice here. I don’t get much time to relax. And the sun’s only just setting,” he waves a hand towards the window, bathed in pinks and oranges, “let me have an hour, at least.”

“Fine,” Merlin conceded, resting her head on the arm of his chair. Dutifully, Valen proceeds to use her head as an armrest. She huffs in amusement.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Merlin lazily flipping through the book, pausing every time Valen leans closer to inspect a print. Eventually, she complains about her neck, and Valen lets up to allow her a slightly more comfortable position.

“I don’t know how to teach languages,” Merlin says suddenly, startling Valen out of his concentration, “but I think, with Hammie’s help, I could teach you a couple phrases and see where it goes from there?”

Valen blinks in surprise. “You don’t have to do that, Merlin.”

She shrugs. “I want to. Gives me something to do. If you want to, of course.”

Valen pauses, thinks it over, takes another long sip of his drink.

“…sure. We’ll see where it goes.”

Merlin nods, and flips the book closed.

“but if I’m a bullshit student, you can’t be mad at me.”

“I’ll never believe you are,” Merlin sniffs, scooping the book up and standing with a grunt. “Deep down, you’re a nerd like the rest of us, Mr. Playboy Solitaire.”

[pupsmailbox]

LOVECORE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adelaide. admirer. adora. adoraten. adore. ai. aiko. amadeus. amara. amor. amora. amore. amorette. amorie. amour. amoure. amourette. amy. angel. annabelle. aphrodite. arrow. atuf. bambi. bastet. bear. beau. bes. bliss. blossom. bow. bunny. caleb. candy. carwyn. ceri. charity. chelsea. cherie. cherria. cherrill. cherry. cheryshe. claire. clarissa. claudia. connell. connor. cordelia. crimson. cupid. dahlia. dante. david. delphine. desiree. desyre. dhalia. doll. dove. dylan. eldad. eros. esme. esme.cara. euphor. flower. freya. frill. garden. harp. hart. heart. heartstring. heretic. honey. honeybee. hubert. hugh. ingrid. iris. julia. julie. juliet. juliette. june. kalei. kara. kevin. kiss. koramor. lennon. lev. love. lovebird. lover. loverboy. lucinda. luvbelle. luvia. lynn. mabel. mabel.mila. mai. mars. may. maya. melody. milo. milos. mona. obi. ophelia. paramour. paris. passerine. passion. pearl. phillip. pippa. pippi. raymond. red. reed. reese. ren. rhett. rhys. roma. romanciel. romeo. rosalyn. rose. rosetta. rosette. rumor. sky. sugar. tahlia. teddy. thalia. theo. tyas. val. valen. valentina. valentine. valentino. valerie. vanessa. venus. vera. vincent. violet. vivian. vivianna. vivianne. yua. ásta. éowyn.

PRONOUNS ⌇　<3/<3. ado/adore. adore/adore. ae/aer. am/amour. bli/bliss. bouquet/bouquet. bow/bow. bud/bud. charm/charm. che/cher. cher/cherish. choco/chocolate. chu/chu. co/cora. coo/coo. cu/cupid. cu/cute. cupid/cupid. cute/cute. dar/darling. date/date. de/dear. de/devote. dear/dear. desi/desire. doe/doe. doe/dove. er/ero. ero/ero. eternity/eternitie. euphor/euphoria. fle/fleur. flower/flower. fri/frill. friend/friend. gift/gift. he/heart. he/hymn. hea/heart. heal/heal. heart/heart. hon/honey. hope/hope. hug/hug. hx/hxm. hy/hymn. h♡/h♡m. kie/kiss. kiss/kiss. kyuu/kyuu. lae/lace. lav/lavender. lo/love. love/bug. love/love. love/lovely. love/lover. lu/luv. lust/lust. luv/luv. myst/mystic. pass/passion. pink/pink. plu/plush. pray/pray. prince/prince. re/red. red/red. ri/ribbon. ro/rose. rose/rose. royal/royal. sacri/sacrifice. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh♡/h♡r. smitten/smitten. soft/soft. sweet/sweet. tear/tear. ted/teddy. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. tu/lip.| val/val. val/valen. val/valentine. valentine/valentine. ve/venus. vei/veil. veil/veil. vir/virtue. xo/xo. xoxo/xoxo. ye/yearn. yearn/yearn. ❤️ . 🌹 . 🍓 . 🍫 . 🍯 . 🍰 . 🎀 . 🏩 . 👑 . 💋 . 💍 . 💌 . 💐 . 💒 . 💓 . 💘 . 💝 . 💞 . 🤍 . 🦢 .

[thegoddesswater]

👽👍and🫂

Thanks Lano!

👽- What do you think is the weirdest thing about your WIP is?

There are a few things I could choose here from specific WIPs, (like the fact that there's essentially magical Instant Messaging in Talentless, or Val's entire genre-inappropriate divine existence in Miadhachain Legacy) but something that is weird across ALL the WIPs is my predilection for reusing or having extremely similar names for characters in unrelated works. - Pretty much everything has a James somewhere. - I've got Lys and Lise (both said like "lease") - Glenn Blakeny and Glen Barrick (still can't believe they have the same damn initials that was not intentional) - Cyrus and Cyri (These feel further apart because one's a man and the other's a woman, but STILL)

👍- What was the first piece of creative writing you ever did? How do you feel about it now?

Okay, so in second grade, I DISTINCTLY remember writing a story about a princess and a unicorn that my teacher loved. And I look back on that now like "Ugh. Why, me?" But I also remember how excited I was that the teacher loved my story and tried really hard to put a correctly coloured unicorn sticker on it when she gave it back (it was white instead of pink, but she tried).

If we're talking about the first 'mature' or 'semi-mature' creative work, that's pretty much a toss up between my two oldest fanfics: AFRaT (I cringe every single time I use the and proper full title, so I do not) is still my baby. It is my darling, I love it (title-based wincing notwithstanding). I love the characters I let myself play with, I love the characters I made for it, I'm still so proud of how it turned out. Heart of a Warrior is a little wincey. It makes my skin itch. I didn't have a grasp on proper plotting and characterization is iffy. But I look at it and can still see what I was trying to do. And I have promised fourteen year old me that I'm going to finish it for her (I think fourteen year old me would be VERY excited by where I'm taking it now).

🫂- What was your inspiration for your WIP?

For the three Original Fic WIPs (because I think my Fire Emblem and Jak and Daxter fanfic inspiration origins are self-explanatory) the inspirations came from different places.

Talentless was a classroom joke that got out of hand, honestly. The project probably wouldn't have gone anywhere if I had not revived it a year later with a "Okay, but what if I took this seriously instead" and roped one of my classmates back in for shenanigans. Talentless has now very much taken on a life of its own and almost nothing of the old version exists.

Miadhachain Legacy honestly started off as a terribly characterized fanfic written between myself and my then best friend (and eventual abuser). Eventually it was SO divorced from the source material that we just name swapped what lingering canon characters there were and continued on. Rereading old drafts of ML, is rough because I can track the abusive turn the friendship took through the character interactions, and "my" characters had their personalities get more and more diluted. The new version of ML isn't so much based on those old drafts as it's me saying "I believed that this story and these characters were worth fighting for, even if I wouldn't fight for myself. I can make this something better than it ever was."

Project 404 came about from a friend's roleplay forum. I'd created a nifty little background character just to help populate the world, but then he got Interesting on me. One of the other friends on the forum told me "Glenn needs to be a main character in his own story and you need to let him be" and everything has spun out from that point.

[l0serloki]

VAL-entines 2

Surprising your S/O on Valentines day!

(Chamber, Yoru, Jett, Sage)

part one + masterlist

A/N : I know it's late.. I've been slacking. I want to be able to do one each year though!

Chamber :

Surprising Chamber is hard. He likes to know what you’re doing and is very punctual. So if you go off the schedule he will be confused..

But when you do surprise him he’s so shocked. His smile is huge as he reaches out and pulls you in for a big kiss.

“How did you pull this off you little minx?”

He would’ve never expected a surprise gift but he’s eternally grateful. You make him feel so special and loved.

“Hey.” You whispered out as you approached Chamber. His body was bent over his desk as he studied his gun schematics. It was barely even seven and he had already been working for hours. Your hand worked at his tense muscles as he turned back to you. 

“For you. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” You whispered out as you placed down some of his favorites. His eyes widened as he took in the gifts. Hands gripped at your shoulders as he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

���You are too sweet. I will be sure to make this day wonderful, amour.”

Yoru :

Yoru is bad at receiving gifts. He doesn’t know what to say and he hates the fact that his face gets red.

He will accept them of course but now he feels obligated to do something for you. He will act like it's a chore but he really wants to do it.

In return for your gifts and affection he will take you out on a motorcycle ride. It’ll be a secluded place where he can feel free to talk about his emotions, even if he is awkward.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” You whisper out as you placed a new jacket on the table. Yoru looked at the object before turning to you with red cheeks. His hands moved awkwardly over the fabric.

“Yeah. Happy Valentine’s.” He huffs out as he shrugs off his current jacket and puts the new one on. His hands slip into the pockets before looking back at you with a small grin.

“It looks good.” Your heart does a flip as he pulls you in for a quick hug. You had worried for so long that he would hate it. But his smug smile says all you need to know.

“Of course it does. I’ll take you out later and you can have my old one.”

Jett :

She LOVES Valentines Day. And if you’re spoiling her?! She's overjoyed.

I feel like she definitely has a collection of stuffed animals and would be so happy to receive one just from you. 

Definitely handsy and voices just how much she loves you all day. And takes lots of photos of the two of you.

“We are so good together! Look at how cute you are!”

“Babe Happy Valen- Oh my god. Is that a panda?!” Jett squealed as she noticed the new stuffed animal in your arms. You could only laugh as you passed it to her and landed a kiss to her cheek.

“It is. I thought you would like it.” She squeezed at the animal for a moment before jumping against you. Her lips met yours as she conveyed her excitement and appreciation. You felt your heart soar at just how happy the tiny gift had made her.

“You’re the best. Let's get a family photo!” Her hands gripped at the phone as she took a photo of the three of you. 

Sage : 

Sage gets so flustered if you surprise her. She is not expecting anything so if you do it means the world to her. 

She likes simple things and cards mean a lot to her. Writing is so much more personal and heartfelt. She keeps every little note and nicknack from you in a box.

 Soft kisses and hugs as she thanks you a million times over. She cannot believe just how lucky she got!

“Oh my.” Sage gasps as she walks back into your shared bedroom, seeing a little basket set up for her. You smile as you motion her over and she reaches out hesitantly.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You smile as you watch her eyes tear up and she laughs.

“My little gem this is too much! I love you and thank you so much.” She leans up to press a quick kiss against your lips. You only brush at her hair as she looks back down at her gifts. Her eyes scan over the card you wrote for her as she stays silent. 

“This has truly made me so happy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She whispers out as she digs her face into your chest.

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¡Finalizamos a los primos!, muchas gracias por su apoyo <3

La paleta de colores la tome del dibujo de @sebas-jlf te agradezco montones tu apoyo

.... me van a funar con lo proximo que voy a subir

Nombre: Valen

Edad: 15(?

Raza: Troll mestizo monteregiano

Padres: Floyd y Venner

Hermanos: Hermana menor ⚰️

Un poco de historia: Val es el primogenito del 4 miembro del grupo brozone floyd, es un troll algo cerrado pero amigable, a veces estara con sus primos y otras veces, se la pasara cantando, no tiene habilidades con los instrumentos, en pocas ocasiones, ayuda a su papá a mejorar cada día en su voz

2 años despues de que Valen rompiera su cascarón, se entero de que Floyd ya tenia un huevo mas en su cabello, el mismo se habia emocionado del tal noticia y por lo mismo, se aseguraba de proteger siempre a su padre

Sin embargo....un día Floyd dejaria el pequeño huevo en su casita, el dijo que le pediria a Venner que lo vigilara, Val trato de pedirle que el podria hacerlo, recibiendo un No como respuesta

Apenas el peli-rosa/blanco se fuera, el mini troll decidio no hacer caso a lo que dijo su prima menor, agarro el huevo y corrio donde sus primos para cuidarlo entre todos....pero caerse no estaba en sus planes y de esa caida, solo vio como el cascaron estaba roto y con brillantina color rosa

Actualmente Valen aún se recupera de esa tragedia, no se lleva bien con su papá Venner, de ahi el cambio en sus colores como lo que le paso a su tío Branch, pero aún asi, trata de mantenerse positivo, tanto por su familia, como por cierta chica de cabello verde perteneciente a los trolls del rock