#HEARTLOCKES?

[lanciilatte]

i love them

[zvmz]

Tummy hurts :(

[sandy7h3oddboi]

her: i don't have a type. my ships have nothing in common

also her:

[definitelynotsoup]

eat up

[shrimparts-blog888]

Can we get some Heartlockes/or just Cupid or Blondie art?

😩🤌🏼

[silverthelovebug]

I love this image

Cupid and Blondie have no reason to be doing allat

You can’t tell me they didn’t go to Thronecoming together.

“I’ll vote for you.” “I’ll vote for you too.” Type beat.

They made out after this/j

Seriously though, girls supporting girls, look how happy they are that Apple won (I’m assuming this is for the country that she won in), they are smiling and joyous, no jealousy :3 Raven is proud of her roomie!!!!!!

Meanwhile Cupid and Blondie are like intensely holding hands and begging gay in the back.

[kbysh-kds]

My rdo oc, Filly and her two boys Bubba and Guapo!

[thefairestfacts]

"DAPPLING IS THE BEST🗣🗣🗣❗️❗️❗️"

"NO❗️DEXVEN IS THE BEST🗣🗣🗣❗️❗️"

"HEARTLOCKES HEARTLOCKES HEARTLOCKES🗣❗️"

"IT'S OBVIOUSLY HUNTLYNN🗣❗️❗️❗️"

"KITZIE CUZ CHAOS AND ORDER🗣❗️❗️❗️"

"WHAT ABOUT DARABELLA⁉️❗️⁉️"

"ANYWAY CERISE SHOULD END UP WITH DARING🗣❗️"

"NO🗣❗️RAVEN SHOULD HAVE❗️🗣"

me:

[sp00ky-scary]

Same anon from last ask, i need you to know i absolutely wrote that with cupid x blondie in mind (heartlockes is the ship name most used) and i am now on my knees begging you to make that fanart of them 🙏

your art? Immaculate.🤌

… I did it, idk what blondies talkin about but she's probably been going on for a while

also they are totally gfs who are incapable of communicating a dress code for a date

[vivi-designs]

CUPID AND BLONDIE 💘👼🏻🐻🔑

didn’t realize how popular this ship was !!!LMK WHAT SONGS U THINK DESCRIBE THEIR RELATIONSHIP !!!!!!

I’m just curious and love listening to y’all tbh 😭💗💘

[eahnsfw69]

Darling was knocking on the door, and Cupid opened up the door

Darling: I didn't mean to bother you, but um

Darling takes out her phone: "Is that your dick !

Cupid: I meant to send it to Blondie

Darling: Well, my girlfriend was on my phone looking at photos, and she saw your dick

Cupid: I'm so sorry

Darling: You better!

Cupid: Okay, leave, please

[dumbdolphin333]

red wine supernova is heartlockes coded, California is literally about Raven, and Briar would SCREAM Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

[zvmz]

Just ragequit fortnite. I am just a girl

[eahravenmh]

Blondie: I wonder what my girl is texting

Cerise: Other bitches

Blondie looks at her: really

Cerise: Yep

Blondie:.... CUPID !

Rosabella: Why would you say that

Cerise: Destruction

[kingslionheart]

lee + his lil friend

[blajah-blaster]

I finally finished ;U;

[Note: This snippet was created before I had more than character’s roles in the story written out so things are subjected to change in the final AU. There’s no toxic yuri twist planned I swear]

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“Did you hear about Rumplestiltskin?”

“I did! What do you think happened?”

“I heard it was…”

Ginger overheard two friends murmuring to each other over a newspaper while she was cleaning up plates at another table. It wasn’t uncommon that Ginger always eavesdropped on her patron’s conversations, sometimes they were just too loud for her to not hear them. She read the paper earlier this morning; “Longtime resident, Rumplestiltskin found dead! Officials still investigating.”

It was terribly shocking news for such a silent town, he was rather curmudgeonly and quite the scrooge Ginger can recall from their brief meetings in the past, but even the most dense folks could tell he had some form of good in him even if it was a very small amount.

Speaking of dense folks, Blondie Lockes enters the cafe with a silver bell overhead to signal her presence. On the dot, just as the morning rush begins to die down. The reporter takes a stool at the counter, a stressed expression on her face as she bounces her leg up and down. Ginger places a bowl of warm porridge and a green ceramic mug in front of her. The mug was round and slightly curved at the top, in a yellow oval on the front of the mug was a bear and pine trees painted in black. Blondie had drunk from the mug so much it was considered her mug at this point.

The baker pours what’s left in the coffee pot into her mug. One sugar cube, and then a second one before a perfect trickle of heavy cream is poured in.

“Judging by your expression, you’re thinking about Rumplestiltskin.” Ginger inquires,

“It doesn’t make sense!” Blondie responds in a quiet yell as she swirls her coffee. “There’s a knife and a bottle. The knife doesn’t have a trace on it and neither does the bottle. Oh godfairy…”

“Uy, cool it Blondes.” Ginger sternly adds, snapping her fingers in front of Blondie’s face twice. “Grimm, you’re such a disaster of a reporter but —listen— more will come up. It was just yesterday he was found and the sheriff Redford is still investigating. You need to step back and ask new questions.”

Blondie sighs, putting up a fight with Ginger isn’t something she needed currently after a restless night of thinking and pondering. She lifts the mug to her lips and takes a long sip.

“Eat your breakfast, just find another topic to write about for now.” Ginger reminds her as she leaves to clean up the table previously occupied by the two gossippers from earlier. The reporter places the mug down and takes a glance to her right where she does a double take to see if her eyes deceive her. Just three seats down was C.A Cupid, real name unknown. The host is sitting in a casual manner with one leg over the other as Cerise Hood scribbles her order on a notepad, silently nodding. She’s seen her before in the cafe but only during lunch hours, never this early in the morning. Blondie decided to indulge herself in an observation.

Her lips are perfectly curved and painted with a brilliant rouge hue of lipstick, her face is curved in a lovely shape and Blondie could see dimples on both sides of her mouth. Cupid’s pink hair is curled to perfection, with the mixed streaks of mulberry and roses appearing like swirls. A very prominent feature is her wings of course, wings are nothing uncommon but her’s simply stand out compared to Faybelle or Farrah’s. Her wings are dove-like compared to the fairies, swooping down elegantly with pure white feathers.

It takes a moment to realize Cerise has already left, and she’s been caught staring. Cupid’s eyes stare back, her irises the color of lemons and honey. The reporter notices her lips are upturned in a knowing smirk. Blondie swiftly turns back to her breakfast, her cheeks flushed is an embarrassment as she shoves a spoonful of porridge into her mouth with such force she almost chokes and gags, but keeps chewing anyway to save what is left of her pride.

Her eyes don’t dare land on Cupid again as she quickly eats her food and chugs her coffee, finishing before she has to get to her office. Though before her commute, she can’t help the ache of curiosity. She takes a quick look at Cupid’s order. It’s a simple pain au chocolat with a mug of what appears to be coffee and whipped cream on top. Before Cupid could turn to see who’s staring her way again, all she can spot is a blur of blonde hair as Blondie Lockes makes a dash for the office.