hetaliatxtpostz:

Valentines Day!!!!

Rusame: More than comrades.

Prucan: Breakfast in bed.

Gerita: Dinner and a show.

Fruk: Champagne before a hot night.

*These are my personal ships. Honestly, I’m not really too sure about other ships. I’d love it if you could comment what your favorite ships are. Maybe add to my list? Do it for me, your beloved admin, for valentines day <3  :3 

aph-pencil:

(Obligatory Valentine’s day post. Where I live it’s only 11:40pm, so it’s still a Valentine’s day post!)

Ivan sat in his cubicle, enjoying the vestiges of his remaining lunch break for the day. Even though it was the day before Valentine’s day, Ivan was still in high spirits. Although he personally was very alone and never had anyone to spend the approaching holiday with, Ivan still found ways to enjoy himself. He was especially ready for “Discount Chocolate Day”, the day immediately after Valentine’s day. Also, he liked all of the cute decorations and bright colors that came with the holiday around his normally drab workplace, so he simply came to terms with being alone.

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emeraldsage98:

The Superhero AU is nine thousand words and it’s still not done.  This thing is going to be a monster when I finally finish it.

Can’t wait

sleeplessrusame:

Ivan: *with a note ‘From ANONYMOUS’ * Alfred, I know this is you.
Alfred: No it’s not!
Ivan: The N is capitalized to hide that it was an L. 
Alfred: …
Ivan: You’re so fucking lazy.

Ivan: I hate sweethearts.
Alfred: Fuck you bitch, I’m trying to be nice.

Alfred: Why are… wait, are those mine?
Ivan: In Soviet Russia, valentines are collectivized so love is equally distributed.
Alfred: GIVE THEM BACK

Random Person: Wait, why are you making him a valentine? I thought you hated him??”
Alfred: *confused and offended look* Of course I do???

Alfred: FUCK YOU NOW THERE’S GLITTER EVERYWHERE

Ivan: *reading a valentine* ‘Roses are red, violets are blue… let’s fuck’
Alfred: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ivan: That doesn’t even rhyme…

Ivan: I have more than you.
Alfred: THAT’S BECAUSE YOU MADE THEM FOR YOURSELF
*arms race begins*

Ivan: No one will ever hate you the way I do.
Alfred: *wiping away a tear* that’s so sweet, babe

Ivan: I got you nothing, you piece of shit *sneakily slides a handwritten letter* Tell anyone and I’ll kill you

Alfred: Do you have any idea how fucking annoying it is to have one of those expensive-ass singing valentines delivered?? WHY DID YOU DO THIS

colorfulshipseverywhere:

*Available on FF and AO3

(kill me)

Alfred knew that having a home nurse would mean changes. He didn’t know big those changes would be but he found out right away when he was woken up at 7:30 in the morning, hours before his usual wake up time, to start the day. He had tried to fight off Ivan, pulling the covers and burying himself into his bed, but Ivan wouldn’t let up. Alfred wouldn’t give in for anything until Ivan told him that he’d give him his shot right then and there and in his ass no less. Ivan didn’t clearly state he’d put the needle in Alfred’s ass, but it sure was implied and had the blonde popping out of bed.

Ivan found it quite amusing at seeing Alfred’s reaction and rewarded him with a shot in his arm instead of his ass. Alfred had bristled at feeling Ivan’s cool fingers stretch out his arm then rub the spot he’d be pushing the needle into. He bit the inside of his cheek as the needle went in and at Ivan’s tender touch. He swallowed thickly once the injection as down and looked at Ivan as he rose to full height, having crouched down to give the shot. Alfred noted the man was dressed in black jeans and a grey t-shirt, which had Alfred guessing that scrubs weren’t required as a home nurse. Ivan looked good in the monotone colors, and in the t-shirt. Alfred hadn’t seen Ivan’s arms the day before, but he could definitely tell know that they were toned and could lift anything. Alfred felt an itch to them, but kept his hands to himself as Ivan finished putting a bandaid on his arm.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Ivan asked, his smooth voice getting Alfred’s attention.

“Oh, uh… I got cereal,” Alfred said as he touched his arm, rubbing his fingers over the bandaid.

“I know you do, but you need more than just cereal,” Ivan said simply. Alfred just shrugged his shoulders and felt a bit anxious as Ivan looked at him. He knew he was only dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, which should make him feel self-conscious but it did.

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