A jar filled with ink, black liquid sits before you. It wobbles, the lid shaking, before it collapses on its side. The ink leaks, creating a dark puddle on the floor, barely reflecting the light.
It rises, like dough, taking form. Hands, legs, a tail, and then, cold, blue eyes blink up at you.
"Chee!" It chirps, and a jaw curves on it's face. It lifts a hand from the puddle - in it's- their - hands, is a figure of you. "I heard mortals celebrate this day called Valentine's. No idea what that means, but..." They smile. "I should be your Valentine, no? Or do I have to ask you? Should I? No, wait. You're already my Valentine's. You can't say no."
Greetings, Sagii
i literally squealed so hard when i opened my inbox.
God Bless Lotus 'Usagii' Archon ive been starved of my dear beloved tar pit for months now. i am Refreshed. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing.
i can imagine the stupid silly grin theyd be wearingoh gOD i love them so much i need to pelt them with rocks (lovingly)
this was Such a delight to see so randomly, i apologize for being quite absent around your inbox, school has dragged me by the ankles to hell
with that being said, lovers day isnt just valentines, so Give Me Your Beloved and i will draw you kissing them Real Not Fake (threat)
loving regards, Anx
