#february14th

[carmenso]

ring ring ring..

“hello?”

oh, you actually picked up?— oh uh, uhhh.. MARK FEBRUARY 14TH! REMEMBER THAT!

“isn’t that valentine’s day?”

… yeah. but!— but it’ll be important, i swear!!!

just be ready, okay!? BE READY!

“ready? ready for what? what are you talking about—”

BEEP!

[nightdragon07]

𝓕𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 14𝓽𝓱 🧡💚 

Izuku: "Hey, Kacchan!" Bakugo: "Oi, nerd! what do you want? " Izuku (approaching in a flirty way): "Kacchan! Don't tell me you forgot which day it is today !" Bakugo (teasing): "Tsch! No, but I imagine you will remind me, dumb Deku!" It's at this moment that Izuku hugs him, and kiss him gently ... ___________________ This is a drawing for Valentine's day, and yes, here you have a cute Bakudeku picture. Enjoy! 🧡💚 Color pencil drawing 06/02/2021 Art & Dragon-sona (C) Carol (NightDragon07) My Hero Academia (C) Kohei Horikoshi

[spideyhina236]

Happy Valentines Day :)

Happy Valentines Day from my favorite frenemis spydoc :) 

[thejdblog]

Hope y'all had a Happy Valentine's Day.

Here is my draws for February 14th

[lutraverselemonde]

non, merci

Location: Atlas apartment, British Museum Station Time: 14th of February, about 1-2hours after panic broke out Status: Closed, for @fletchermundungus

“No, thank you!” Lu shrieked the moment the first curse flew by them, nearly ruining their 20-galleon-hairstyle.

One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three heartbeats. Dorcas yelled their name.

“What?” They didn’t know what was happening, they didn’t know where anyone was who they remotely cared about, and they sure as hell didn’t want to die by someone like Dorcas’ side. “It was a lovely evening with you my dear,” they said, putting a hand on her arm, “but I think it’s time for me to go. You see, I do not mind dying, but I’d rather it happens with some sleeping pills or a pillow while I’m fast asleep, and I certainly don’t want to die in England. Can you imagine? Your body rotting in this godforsaken muddy weather? No, no, no, thank you.” Another curse flew past them and they shook their head vigorously, expressing the fear they felt with every single feature of their face, no single attempt made to hide it -- and by that making it look like it was barely genuine. “Besides, I can’t run in this dress, and I wouldn’t want to ruin it, so-..!” They were gone before they could listen to the whole extent of Dorcas’ answer.

Safety. That was what they thought: safety. Earlier that day, while being briefed, they had learnt that during the event, some Order members would ensure the apparition wards were taken down, and while there was always a chance that the ones on the upper floor where Dorcas and Lu had been, were still intact, Lu was more than willing to take the risk. Désartibulement seemed way less of a gruesome death than whatever accidental curse could be thrown at their head in the middle of a battle, and after all, they had a marvellous medicine cabinet at home in case something were to happen, so really, all they needed to do was get to--

“Safety?”

It wasn’t the Travers House on which stoops Lu apparated; it was Mundungus Fletcher’s apartment.

British Museum, read the yellowed sign above the entrance, and the door clicked open when Lu stepped closer as it always did. The apartment was empty. Lu didn’t have to look into every corner to know. They just knew. It felt lonely.

They took a shaky breath and closed the door behind them. It was much quieter than the crowded party, especially after that startling shatter of glass had pierced through the good mood, but even compared to the old Travers House, where no one was ever around during the day but for the maids and servants, this felt quiet and lonely. “Nefertiti?” they called, meaning it as a joke as they had never believed that Atlas was actually haunted by a ghost. Did they believe it now? Or did they just want someone to call their name back?

Whatever it was, it was the same line of thinking that kept them speaking to themselves out loud, in English, as they spotted their empty casserole on the kitchen counter. “Have I never brought it home?” They laughed, the sound as light and sweet as always. “First my coat, then my favourite pillow, and now my pyrex. What comes next? My toothbrush and condom drawer?” They couldn’t remember cleaning the casserole, but as they lifted the glass lid, it looked and smelled perfectly clean. “Perfect to be filled again, non?”

There wasn’t much food in the cupboards, but Lu had lived in ... lower-class circumstances long enough to know how to make do. At first they sighed: “Nothing, nothing, nothing. Absolutely nothing to be found here!” but then they turned back to the empty room and made do. Humming a melody and keeping a cheerful smile on their lips, they cut everything up, prepared a sauce, then placed it all into the casserole. “The only thing I shall ever put into an oven,” they grinned -- proud of their own joke and as always making this very clear by the exaggerated way their features expressed it, to a point that it almost looked like a sarcastic statement. They were already back up on their feet with their hands on the oven door -- it stood ajar and allowed Lu a last look at the golden light illuminating their dish -- when they realised: “J’ai pas du tout faim...” They weren’t hungry.

The heat made the dish flicker in the oven light, meeting Lu’s face in a warmth that was first welcoming and promising, then too hot, too uncomfortable. “Tu te rappelles comment on cachait de la bouffe dans notre chambre? Toujours inquiets que Papa pourrait nous enfermer à nouveau, pendant des jours, pas par une clés mais par sa colère et le son de ses pas dans le couloir…”

The entrance door clicked open.

With a jump, Lu shut the oven door and swung around, eyes wide, lips parted, wand raised.

"Atlas.” They exhaled his name in a breathy chuckle. “You idiot, have you never heard about knocking!” Their voice was shaking but bright, loud, strong. “You could at least make some sound instead of sneaking up on me like that, I mean, what are you trying to do, hm?” This time their laugh sounded more fortified as they turned back to the kitchen counter and began picking up the vegetable skins. “Before you ask, yes we’re having vegetables. No, I don’t care that you wish to die on a diet of fish, chips and porridge, you’re getting vegetables tonight, they’re already in the oven. And don’t bother telling me you’re not hungry, because I am! I haven’t eaten in three days to fit into this dress and I damn deserve a huge plate of food with cheese on top now. Besides, you know what they say: l'appetit vient en mangeant.”

[bristlybranwen]

notes

Location: Letters from Farm / Estate Time: 14th - 15th of February Status: Closed, for @emmeoutofline

14th of February, about half an hour after the death of James Potter.

Cicero, the Order’s great Horned owl flew inside the house and halted sharply on a table right before Emmeline, a letter in his beak. It was neither sealed nor in an envelope. Just a scrap of paper with blood on it.

Em.Va.,

Big battle at the party. Don’t know what happened but keep yourself ready for wounded. Am at the Farm, gonna take care of those coming here and apparate the badly injured ones to you. Send me the minor inj., I got it.

Taking orders if needed.

Br.Ya.

[spellnbone]

peaceful

Location: hospital, Potter Estate Time: 4am, 14th of February. Status: Closed, for @justicebones

It was peaceful. Waking up and seeing her.

It was because of her that he had splinched from the top of his shoulder all the way down his right arm, resulting in his pinky severed off, because of seeing her face too clearly. It was because of her that he had fought the wish to sink into the realms of dreamless sleep, because he had needed to call her name. And it was because of her that after he had given in to that sleep, he had kept warm and comfortable, because of her fire.

He could see her now too. Her child’s face, when her hair had been short and her front tooth still missing, leaned over him with impatience in her expression because it was long past eight and she wanted to play and he wouldn’t wake up. But it was just so peaceful, that morning, with the canaries singing outside and the warm waft of Mexican air making it through the grand open windows of their room. It was just another Sunday, the churches down in the city hadn’t begun calling the Muggles towards them, no one was awake yet, the breakfast not even served, it was just another Sunday and Edgar lay in bed, peaceful.

“Just come back to bed for a while, Lili.”

[reeseswife9]

Happy loving Valentines Day❣️💖❤️💘💝♥️💐🌸🌺🍫🍭🥂🍹🧁🥰🧸🤍 #february14th #2020 #thedayaftermybirthday #romantic #hearts #flowers #candy #chocolate (her: Copenhagen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8jLO45h6IvC4sMVRyke799ikW888yr9DXVi540/?igshid=7e4u90xim51j