#BLONDPID

[ancientknox]

blondie’s the gossiper that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and cupid’s the gossiper that brings secrets to the grave and that’s why they’re made for each other

[ratfullyeverafter]

AHAHAHAHHAHA I FINALLY FINISHED IT! LETS FUCKING GO!! TAKE THAT DEPRESSION!!!

[sillystringedrat]

Heartlockes art that’s been a wip since like, five months ago idk !!

But it is coming !! The background is just a bitch !!!

[keepingeahalive]

Cupid Deserves it. Come on.

Would it be Blondpid? Or HeartLockes? I dunno.

[ID: A full hand-drawing of C.A. Cupid and Blondie Lockes holding a flag.

Cupid is a teenage demigod split down the middle by a string of sparkles. The left half of Cupid has soft pink skin; long, curly soft pink hair with pink highlights; soft pink bangs over her forehead; blue eyes; pink eyeshadow; and pink lipstick. The right half of Cupid has grey-pink skin; short, bright pink hair curled into ringlets; bright pink bangs over her forehead; and Cupid’s bow lipstick. Blondie is a white Plus-Sized teenage girl with beige skin, long, voluminous blonde hair, a large blue eyes.

The left half of Cupid is wearing a soft pink toga with pink spotted cap-sleeves; a knee-length skirt patterned with pink and white clouds and black vertical arrows; faded gray tights; gold heeled shoes with wings on the back and an arrow as the heel; a black beaded belt held by a gold wing clasp; a black headband with a gold heart and arrow pin; a gold arrow necklace; a gold feathered bracelet; and small feathered wings on her back. The right side of Cupid is wearing a light pink-white ombré dress with black drape sleeves tied in the front, attached to a black drape sash; black coloring around the waistline that appears like black blood; intricate black hearts on the skirt; black lace mesh along the hem; black mesh gloves; a light gray arrow necklace; earrings in the shape of archery bows; a rope-tied headband with fashioned into a heart; black ombré tights with a spine pattern in front; black heels clasped with pink and white hearts and an archery bow for the heel; and wings made of bone resembling a rib cage on her back.

Blondie is wearing a pale cream dress with blue frill sleeves and collar, blue keys decorating the bodice, a thin black bow on the collar, blue frill around the waist line, the skirt decorated with with black insignias and blue emblems depicting small bears inside blue ribbons; black trimming underneath, and blue frill along the hem; light blue leggings; black heeled shoes with brown fur trimmings tied with black bows; and a blue bow tied on top of her head.

Cupid and Blondie hold up their end of the flag in opposite hands. With the other hands, they touch their thumbs, index, and middle fingers together. Cupid poses with one leg in front of the other and winks at Blondie. Blondie looks at Cupid in awe.

Cupid’s half of the flag depicts the pansexual flag. Blondie’s half of the flag depicts the traditional rainbow flag, representing queer. END ID]

[emotionalsupportcartoonschools]

I once imagined a situation where Cupid had to bail Blonide out of jail for her various breaking-and-entering-ings and I have no idea why that thought makes me giggle so much.

But it does.

This 100% would/has happened! More than once!

Blondie: I had a good reason this time

Cupid: Let's hear it

Blondie: It was for my investigation!

Cupid, suspicious: Remind me what you were investigating again?

Blondie:,,,,how fast I could pick different locks?

Cupid:

Cupid: THAT IS ILLEGAL

[cupidscatcafe]

Blondpid fic where Blondie accidentally finds out Cupid is a monster but she never tells her she knows so its all just Blondie trying not to tell

[honey--mustard]

There's just something so funny about a blondpid au/scenario where cupid is pining over dexter and is unaware of Blondie's growing feelings for her.

[seethesunny]

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet? (Or the aftermath of the Into The Woods Arc and the Faybelle's Choice webisode.)

Blondie and Cupid return from the Enchanted Forest after the party, and it's only when they're getting ready for bed that she can notice the quiet sadness that Cupid kept locked all night long.

So she tries to comfort her the best she can, because Cupid always comforts her and she ought to return the favor.

"Hey," She starts, moving closer to her dorm room side, Cupid looks up at her, like she already deduces that from everyone else she would notice. "Are you okay?"

She observes her deliberately, seizing her reaction, fortunately Cupid doesn't seem angry, just sad, and this distresses Blondie because Cupid rarely has this sadness that seems to take away all spark from her.

"I... I don't know I just," She looks down at her hands, maybe not wanting to have this conversation right now, but Blondie knows better than to leave her alone with her thoughts during these moments, so she carefully moves around until she can sit at the edge of her bed. "I just feel like I'm always lacking something." She tells her at once.

Blondie is shaken by her response, trying to come with something to relieve her, she doesn't know what to do when people are upset, she doesn't know or understand how to deal with feelings, but she must try for Cupid, because she always tries for her. "That's not true Cupid." Is the best she can come with, feeling like the words are empty and Cupid will ask her to go to her own bed.

But she doesn't.

Shoulders slumping and wings dropping, she doesn't look like Cupid at all, and the sight makes Blondie yearn to embrace her and take all her pain away. "I feel disappointed, this wasn't what I was expecting and I know it's my fault but," Blondie watches how Cupid hesitates for a moment, yet the words escape her lips before she can catch them. "I thought this time it was going to turn out different."

Blondie doesn't need to ask more: her previous school, all the crushes that didn't move pass that, her unrequited feelings and all the love that slipped away because no one seemed to truly get her. She manages to comprehend.

"I'm sorry." This time her own words don't seem shallow, she can't come up with something better but she knows she means this with every single fiber of her body. Blondie is heartbroken for Cupid because from everyone she knows, from every single person she has met in this lifetime, she's the one who least deserves it. Isn't this just a cruel joke from faith itself, from destiny? To make her be the most living, breathing, awake personification of love only to tear it away from her gentle hands, her angelic eyes, her kind heart?

"I feel like no one will truly love me." Blondie doesn't grasp why Cupid can confess to her all of her most aching thoughts. Nevertheless she would never utter she should make them private, she would never silence her. She wants to make her feel heard, she wants to make her feel seen, she wants to makes her feel loved.

"I don't think I fit anywhere." Maybe this has to do with more than Dexter, but oh, Blondie understands. She doesn't know what it's like to feel like you belong. And isn't this the reason why they bonded in the first place, having no one else to return, sharing the same space and the same fears?

Blondie knows what it's like to be disliked. She knows what it's like to be rejected, to be pushed aside. It's an interchangeable part of her life, to the point that she wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't the reality she experiences daily.

But Cupid has never earned that the way she has.

"No, don't say that!" She didn't mean to raise her voice and she's awful at this, but at least Cupid's gaze shifts from her lap to look at her, and she can pride herself in the fact that she feels more confident in her words with the knowledge that maybe this time, speaking them aloud will make someone's life better, at least for one night.

"You... are so special, I know that maybe you don't believe that and I know that you think I'm only saying this to make you feel better but,"

"No, I don't—"

"It’s okay Cupid, you know you can be honest with me."

Cupid sighs, but there's something quiet in her features that tells her that she doesn't mind being known, that she trusts Blondie won't judge her.

"I need you to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay." And she seems curious, moving closer.

"Ever since you came here, at Ever After I mean, it feels like everything has changed and," Blondie can't put into words how much Cupid has changed her life, how she would be so different without her, how the thought of someone breaking her heart has her trying to ask to some unknown force beyond her comprehension to give her that punishment to her instead. "You have made this place better, that's what I'm trying to say." Blondie gives a small chuckle, because even if she's a reporter and she is expected to be good with words, she doesn't do good when it comes to these talks.

Cupid eyes are glassy, she wants to affirm that it's okay to cry, like all the previous times that she has told her before. Blondie feels a need deep within her to hold her hand and rub her knuckles while she lets it all out, she assumes that would be just right.

"Thanks Blondie." She gives her a small smile, and by Cupid standards it's the most tiniest smile, her dimples didn't even show and Blondie feels like she's failed, however Cupid is still looking at her expectantly.

"Would you like—" She starts, though Cupid is just better at this than her, anyways.

"Yes, yes I want one." Cupid hides her face in her shoulder as she clings to her sides, Blondie's reaction is belated but she wraps her arms protectively nonetheless while she strokes her pink hair, still stylized in that cute hairstyle she saw in her mirrorblog post a week ago. Her heart warms at the realization that Cupid got the idea from her. Blondie is a bit angry at the fact that her most anticipated event got ruined, because this was supposed to be just right and Cupid should've come home laughing instead of crying.

"It's okay. You're safe with me." She assures as she feels her tears hit her skin, her whole frame shaking, still hiding because even if Cupid has seen her at her worst, she would never want anyone to see watch her crumble like this.

Blondie accepts it, she's not going to make her feel worse.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, it's okay." She kisses the top of her head because she can't think of anything else to express how much she loves Cupid, and maybe if there was a way she would do so. Yet she is lost, she will devote herself to try until she gets better at this; hopefully she won't have to do so as long as she can help it.

They don't exchange more words after that, Cupid too exhausted and Blondie still feeling not fully prepared to comfort the only person who she can wholeheartedly trust.

Cupid doesn't need to ask her before she's crawling in her bed: when things get rough she shares the bed with Blondie. This silent agreement is, Blondie hopes, the epitome of their love. She wishes her affection would be enough to remind her she is loved.

With Cupid safely wrapped in her arms, body tucked in the soft blankets, face finally softening with a peaceful sleep, Blondie promises she will always look out for her.

[lanciilatte]

i love them

[seethesunny]

This moment always make me go feral like even back then when this happened I started shipping them so hard bc look at Blondie! She's sooo whipped 😭😭😭😭 she fell first but Cupid definitely fell harder tbh

Get yourself a girl who looks at you like THAT

[amberpriceenthusiast]

I fuck w aromantic ca cupid

I don’t care how illogical it is, I love aro ca cupid

[vagun1ka]

I love Blondie and Cupid dynamic and i think they should kiss.

[Translation: Blondie says "I've analyzed more than 10 most romantic picnic places for this date to be just right!"]

[aloeverified]

i hope they had a good pride month

[sillystringedrat]

Oh oh !!!! This one right here officer!

It could also be switched around where Cupid through some deity wishy washy nonsense doesn’t have a true corporeal form and only appears like a vision. For some reason, Blondie is one of the few that can see her, and usually there’s some omen that Cupid is near (i.e. flowers blooming wider, sunshine tinted pink, angelic lyre playing in the distance, etc.) and eventually Cupid is entertained by this mortal’s presence and hangs around, so Blondie is just casually friends with a demi-goddess!

Or, the chaotic option: Ghost!Blondie and Non-Corporeal!Cupid

Absolute MENACES through the school, Blondie is nosy and although Cupid respects privacy she gets roped into drama and before she knows it she’s offering advice via vision. I just think it’s funny for Blondie to help a goddess with her miracle work while the only thing she’s interested in is gossip. Omens of them together would be cafeteria food tasting sweeter and stickier (like honey), two teenage-sounding voices laughing (perhaps above that lyre I was talking about), blue and pink petals, bright pink-tinted sunshine that warms you like porridge.

Ok listen: ghost blondie lockes.

Bestie fucking died (no one knows, they just think blondie ran away from home and never came back) and lives as a ghost just vibing. When cupid comes to ever after high she’s surprised to see that ghosts exist here too, blondie ends up casually stalking her since cupid is new and shes still nosy even in death. Cupid confronts her and blondie looks shocked that someone can actually see her. The two become friends since cupid is literally the only bitch who can see or communicate with her, wacky hijinks ensue.

[cupidscatcafe]

Currently going into 2024 writing blondpid/blupid fan fiction 🫨🫨🫨

[samskaterguy]

I keep thinking about when Blondie and Cupid start dating people try and ask Blondie questions about Cupid as a kind of payback for all the stupid questions she asked them and then she's like "I'm so glad you asked because I've been dying to talk about her for a fucking hot minute"

It just doesn't work. They even ask "What do you find annoying about her?" And she's like "Oh she clicks her pens a lot when she studies. I don't like that but then I just study somewhere else."

She always has an answer and they just give up.