#lockes proposal

[gladosluver]

i promise i'll stop posting about daybreak eventually

[edorazzi]

Page 48 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix finally voices his feelings for Ladybug, and Richard struggles to let go of the past... 🐞⏳

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[aingeal98]

More Jason and Cass thoughts (sorry but also not sorry) but if I was magically given full control over DC and could write what I'd want obviously I'd make Cass Batman but I've been thinking of what sort of reaction and role Jason would have in response. I think I'd write his version of "Congrats on the new job!" as a test, involving the Joker and civilians and gangs and Red Hood and a ton of explosives. Bruce failed me, and now he's given up. You're his successor, let's see how you handle this dilemma that freaked him out so badly he threw a batarang into my throat rather than let me avenge my own death in front of him.

So obviously Cass will overcome the traps and the puzzles. That's the fun part to show how competent both of them are and sprinkle in little character moments as we go. But then we reach the emotional crux of the matter, probably laid out as some sort of saw trap because it's Jason. Here I am, a victim of murder. You say nobody dies tonight but I did, and I want the man who did it dead. Not only did Batman fail to avenge me but he failed to stop the Joker from going on to create even more victims. What right do you have to stop me from getting justice for myself? What right does this man have to life after what he's taken from me and from countless others? I'm not trying to kill a random stranger, I'm specifically demanding justice for my own death that I never got while I was gone.

There are two ways this could go. The straightforward route if I knew my time on this run was limited would probably be a pyrrhic victory like the ones Cass's og series was so fond of. Just like Bruce in utrh, she acts on instinct and saves the Joker (and Jason this time) . A win technically, but she fails the test. Jason is once again vindicated but with nothing to show for it. The story ends with Cass sending the Joker back to jail and going back to the batcave, where the old Robin costume looms judgementally, highlighting her failure. It would be the most fitting end given their character molds, all tragedy and conviction and unstoppable force meets immovable object etc.

However... I think the option I prefer would be a little different. Cass levelling with Jason, a killer talking to a murder victim. She has no right to stop Jason from getting justice, she has no love for the Joker but she knows any death she allows to happen like this would devastate her, just like that death row inmate long ago she tried to break out but ended up letting go once the family of the victim talked to her and demanded justice. I think... In this specific situation, she'd just be honest. Morally she has no right sure. Personally she just really really doesn't want anyone to die. Give her one chance, please. Let her try it her way. Not demanding, not lecturing or insisting, just... Please. Don't do this. Let me try another way.

And then what? Jason asks.

In the end a deal is struck. Cass will take the Joker and lock him up, ensuring he never harms anyone again while also trying to rehabilitate him. But the second she fails and he gets free, Jason kills him and she won't stand in his way. It's the kind of deal that leaves both of them mildly disgusted and dissatisfied with themselves, neither of them naturally creatures of compromise when it comes to this specific topic. But Cass is willing to do anything to avoid death and Jason did not expect the new Bat to be so... Flexible? Kind of? Of course maybe she won't actually hold up her end of the deal and when the Joker gets loose she'll try and stop Jason from killing him and he'll get his miserable vindication, but right now this is something strange and new and he's mildly confused and curious about where it will go. He doesn't believe in her ability to contain the Joker forever but he's willing to let her try because her reaction to that future failure interests him. She's given him a sword of damocles to hang above her head and he didn't ask for it or expect it. It's the type of power he never thought the Bat would just... Hand to him.

The conflict ends with neither of them fully winning or losing. They both don't really know what to feel about this.

The thing is, the second Cass let's Jason kill the Joker she's hanging up the mantle. She's staking the Bat on this, because it's always go big or go home with her when it comes to saving others, even someone like the Joker. In this magical universe where I have unlimited power, Cass would lock the Joker in a secret bunker and have Leslie Thompkins talk to him daily, mostly because I think her pacifism speeches and debates in the comics would make a fun contrast to the Joker's evil sadism. (But what about his rights? Doesn't he deserve a trial and to be held in a regular prison? I'm going to be honest I think Cass would be very comfortable bending the rules on this specific situation. Morally questionable but I'd have fun with it. She's going to let Leslie treat Joker like her personal pet project to save his soul because yes she wants him to change but also she's got a city to save every night so go crazy Leslie, have fun.)

And the Batman series would continue with Cass as the lead, new challenges and new antagonists and every twenty issues or so for the first hundred we'll cut back to the Joker briefly if his chats with Leslie can help highlight some thematic element of the current arc. But bit by bit he'd slowly fade away onto oblivion, maybe getting referenced every hundred issues or so until eventually no one remembers or cares about him because there's so much else going on. Meanwhile Jason's got a good thing going as Red Hood, primarily based in Park Row and a tentative ally on the occasion when their vigilante work aligns. Unlike Joker he's a much more frequent character in the comics, and after say 10 years (this is my magical fantasy universe Cass's batman run is going to last for a very long time alright) when people think of DC characters they think of Red Hood long before they think of the Joker.

Is any of this realistic? Right now of course not. It's why I'd go with the pyrrhic victory if I actually got the chance, because it would be the best way to tell the story in the larger context of the Bat narrative. But it's my fantasy DC editor and writer daydream and I'm going to dream big. They're never going to be normal happy siblings, their personal demons will never fully let them be free and the looming possibility of losing everything they currently have narrative wise if Bruce comes back as Batman will always be there. But it's maybe the closest to peace they'll ever get. Unsatisfying and tame compromise that probably violates several laws and ethical codes but whatever. Cass has never read the Geneva convention and Jason's not going to shed tears over the Joker. Let him die relevancy wise if not physically.

[nesslexis]

You get tired of bastard münchen gc texting ness every second while you two are cuddling so you just break his phone and give it back to him. And only thing that ness can think of is "i should spend the rest of my life with her"

[trashart00]

Shadynoir Sewer Moment

Or is it?

(When you’re braiding his hair and he’s thinking of other girls, I’d become evil too)

[n-fblog]

💜 "[I won't ever decide to abandon you] because I'm a super competent elite right? and also... you're the first person that I've ever thought was amazing"

🤍 "...

ᵉʰ ˀ"

something about nagi's tone was so cute and small 😆 its giving shojo if im being real- and not at all how i thought nagi would sound in that panel??? like i thought he was just sort of noncommital but he sounds so taken aback and flustered i CANT

im OBSESSED w the seiyuu voiceovers for the episode nagi oneshots,, reo's VA is seriously SO GOOD at giving a sort of cheeky charm to him,, if you haven't listened, it's in here:

[arlesposting]

got a new 17776-esque football game idea. average football game, but it's all played in a cornfield, but a maze could be involved if you want to get crazy with it. to make it even worse a part of the rules is that you CANNOT destroy or uproot any of the corn under any circumstances or else you'll immediately be out of the game, but you are allowed to eat any fully grown corn at any given time. the entire game field is the cornfield, and if you leave it you'll immediately be considered out-of-bounds. you're allowed to hide the ball in the corn stalks if you think that'll work. scarecrows are also there, not for anything helpful but just to throw players off cause i think that'd be pretty funny, watching someone fumble over a guy made of straw. possibly one of the most rage-inducing game ideas, or the funniest. just imagine the probes watching a bunch of players bumble around a field with extremely thick plants trying to get their way through the field through the maze or by brute force.

[lazysublimeengineer]

This gorgeous mf can do anything to me and I'll even thank him for it

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[heartstopperthoughts]

Any talented fanfiction writers in the Heartstopper fandom who want to write my Charlie Proposes First headcanon?

So, it takes place around the time that Charlie graduates uni (Nick graduated a year prior) and they’re moving into their first place together.

Tao has joined Charlie to help him do some moving-house shopping, and they pass by a jewelry store and Tao wants to stop to get Elle something for her birthday. Charlie sees a ring that it just so perfectly Nick. (At this point marriage is still kind of a far-off concept in Charlie’s mind. Like they’ve talked about getting married at some point but in a very abstract off-in-the-future kind of way.) He casually points out the ring to Tao who is like, “Haha, you guys have basically been married for years now, are you finally ready to tie the knot?” and Charlie kind of laughs it off, but then they go home, and Charlie cannot stop thinking about the ring. He doesn’t tell anyone, but he goes back to buy it and decides he’ll just save it for when he and Nick are both finally ready. But then just having the ring makes marriage feel more real, like he realizes he’s actually going to get married to Nick Nelson one day and he starts to kind of obsess over it and how he might propose. He wants it to be a grand gesture but he also wants to make it special and personal but not too cheesy and also not too public but not too boring either. In true Charlie Spring fashion, he gets himself all worked up over it, and to calm himself down, he starts to carry the ring around with him, just so he’s ready if the opportunity ever presents itself.

Anyways, flash forward a handful of months and Nick and Charlie are home for the holidays staying with Nick’s mom, and they’ve offered to do the Christmas dinner shopping. They’re walking through the store, just chatting, and Charlie can feel the ring in his pocket. He just stops and looks at Nick and all of the sudden realizes “I am so in love with this man, and I want to be married to him, like, yesterday.” And without even really thinking about it, Charlie blurts out “We should get married” and Nick thinks he means like someday eventually, so he just says “Yeah?” and turns around all smiley like nothing’s happening, and then he sees how nervous Charlie looks and he realizes Charlie is serious. Meanwhile alarms are going off in Charlie’s brain because he’s starting to realize like, “Oh shit, I think I’m proposing right now?!!!!” And he scrambles in his pocket for the ring and is like “Yeah!” and fumbles out this unplanned but incredibly heartfelt proposal. Nick is completely stunned and isn’t really saying anything, and Charlie’s brain starts to spiral like “Oh shit I’ve fucked it up! What am I doing proposing to him here?! Charlie Spring, you complete idiot! Of course you would pick the least romantic place in the entire world to ask the love of your life to marry you. As if he would say yes to you in a Tesco! You couldn’t have thought this through more?!” And then Nick starts to tear up and fishes around in his own pocket and pulls out… you guessed it, a ring! And they both start sobbing, and say yes to each other.

Turns out Nick had bought a ring back in the summer too and had wanted to propose but didn’t want to add stress to Charlie’s already full plate with graduation and starting a new job and moving into a new place, so he had decided to wait. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to take Charlie to the beach where they had their first date and propose there, but just wasn’t sure when it would be the right time, and he didn’t want to rush Charlie into anything if he wasn’t ready to be married just yet. And Charlie’s like, “Oh my God, I am so sorry I ruined your proposal! And I asked in a Tesco of all places. I’m an idiot!” And Nick hushes him and is like “You’re not. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

And then they go to the beach anyways to celebrate their engagement.

[mothric]

I love when higher ups give me feedback that essentially boils down to "I have noticed that you have Autistic Traits" and I simply nod and say "correct" and then have to exert all of my willpower not to follow up with "that would be because of The Autism"

[rhaenin-time]

The War of the Five Kings has a far better case for a no side is truly in the right interpretation than the Dance ever could.

But... that would mean acknowledging the injustice of the patriarchal violence Cersei was subjected to and had to defend herself from, and the fact that the problem wasn't that Joffrey was a "bastard" but actually the Lannister power grab that would have happened "lawfully" when Robert died regardless of Joffrey's parentage.

I wonder why people choose to view, why HBO chose to market, the conflict that requires acknowledging the wrongs of patriarchy in order for there to be a "right" side as the "nUaNcEd" one with no right side, and the one that requires that acknowledgement in order to do justice to the nuance as the one with a "right" side? Hmm...

[lover-of-mine]

#poker night has been enlightening

[lovettery]

The Start To A Beautiful Future With You ♡

Including : Your favs <3

There's no specific gender for the reader, but there are some descriptions of feminine features!

Not read over before posting

Slipping off your work clothes that are now stained with the grimy air of the sweltering summer day outside, you step under the warm comforting stream of water pouring down.

You keep checking your phone every now and then just to see if you've received any new messages from him, your head light and fuzzy each time.

Around an hour ago your boyfriend messaged saying he wanted to treat you tonight and to meet him down at the bridge just before the beach at 9:00 as the sun sets.

Reading the message over and over again your heart swelled. You didn't get the opportunity to go on a date often because of his busy schedule and your demanding job so you couldn't fight the smile plastered on your face.

Excited for the date, you wash your hair and dress into that one outfit you know that always gets his heart racing, softly placing any jewellery on that would make your outfit pop just that little bit more.

You rush your way down to the location, checking the time every 5 seconds just to make sure the clocks hadn't betrayed you suddenly when you finally see him at the bridge.

His gorgeous hair framed his face making his eyes and jawline stand out, your heart pounding with every step closer you take. His black suit fitting his body perfectly, muscles more pronounced than you've ever seen them before.

His eyes lock onto yours and you see them open slightly at the sight of you before trailing down and back up your body, his chest hitching for just a moment.

"Hey.." He says, barely above a whisper, his eyes staring at you lovingly yet you notice a slight bit of nervousness in his tone.

He inches closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaving a soft kiss on your lips. A smidge of your lipstick staining his lips, you can't help but laugh at it.

"Hi" you whisper back. His nose touching yours as you both gaze into eachothers eyes. No matter how long you've been together, no matter how many arguments you've had, you've never stopped looking at eachother with the same passion and adoration you did that one spring night.

"You look so beautiful baby, at this rate we won't make it to the beach" He says with a dopey smile on his face, you slap his shoulder gently and he laughs in response, his grip on your waist tightening.

"We should get moving, but before that.." He says before trailing off, his hands now off your waist and instead searching through his bag before bringing out a thin black cloth.

You stare at him in shock. Right here? I mean not that you would complain but..

As if immediately guessing your thoughts he let's out a low chuckle. "No sweetheart, not now atleast. Come here" He says sweetly, tying the cloth around your eyes, blinding you.

You grab onto his arm and let him pull you forward, leading you. You can feel his pulse racing from your position, yours the exact same.

You can feel him shift from your side to instead stand behind you, his hands now caressing both of your arms, his breath prickling the nerves in your ears. The excitement in your stomach is too much and you can't help but feel like you'll explode if you don't look now.

"I'm taking it off you now okay baby" He states, his hands tightening on your arms for a second before slipping away, leaving a warm sensation in its place. You feel the black cloth around your eyes come lose before being taken away completely.

You blink a few times to properly adjust your vision before your struck with the beautiful sight of the date he's set up just for you.

A warm orange and pink sunset shining down onto golden sand and calm light blue waves. A blanket lays on the sand with baskets full of your favourite foods, bottles of your favourite drink and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. All with your favourite person.

You bring a hand to your mouth to stifle a gasp and to (attempt) to hide the tears which will inevitably fall. Your heart is pounding, fighting against your ribcage for freedom and your legs feel weak and brittle.

You turn to look at him behind you, your eyes still wide with shock. "Is this really all for me" You ask him, your voice squeaky as salty tears like your flustered cheeks.

"Of course it is baby, you deserve it. You've been working so hard lately and I know we haven't been able to spend so much time together so I wanted this night to be special for us. To make up for that lost time."

Your heart melts at his kind romantic words, grabbing his face and leaving a gentle yet intimate kiss on his lips, his hands holding you like a treasure.

Excited, you grab his hand and rush over the beautiful sight. The both of you sit down onto the soft blanket watching the gentle waves crash elegantly, your hands intertwined his thumb brushing against your soft skin.

"Oh and there's one more suprise I have for you sweetheart" His honey-like voice rings in your ears, that nervousness you noticed on his features now there once again, a noticeable wrinkle between his eyebrows. But you wait patiently for his next act.

He stands up, bringing you with him, grabbing both of your hands and laying a fluttering kiss onto them before letting them drop to your sides.

The salty wind runs through his hair, the gorgeous orange light resting on his beautiful features and the yellow sand complimenting his perfectly-chosen outfit.

You gasp to yourself as he lowers himself down onto one knee, his eyes looking up at you with passion yet panic.

You feel your heart pulsing wildly, you panic momentarily that maybe you're about to die from how violent your heart is, your legs and arms shake gently and your eyes filling with tears of love as you stare into his gorgeous eyes.

"Darling, we've been together for so long now and everyday I've grown to love you more and more. I can't imagine my life without you, I can't imagine a day I wake up without you there. I love you so much baby. Would you give me the honour of a lifetime and marry me?"

Your both hands now over your mouth, tears running down your face wildly.

"Oh honey, of course I will I'd love to" You yell, your voice cracking just that little bit as you throw yourself at him, holding him closely to you as if you could merge together to make one.

He slides the ring onto your finger gently, his hands resting on yours, caressing your palm.

"I can't wait to start a beautiful future with you"

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! This is my first time trying to write a fanfic like this so I hope it isn't too bad !

I appreciate all of you and all the love on my last post thank you all so so much, I love you all ♡♡

Masterlist ~☆

[lockes-woods]

The Proposal

This was a request from a while ago that I've only been able to fully get around to now (Sorry about the wait).

Request: Dom nico robin x subby male reader please (although I'm only on water 7 atm) (Also maybe some jealousy?? I really liked it in the past fic you did)

Requested by: @l0stkokiri

WARNINGS: Forced Orgasms, Face Sitting, Hand Jobs, Oral (female receiving), Declarations of Love, Restraints, Sub Reader, Dom Robin, Jealousy to Smut to Fluff.

A/N: No joke this has been sitting in my WIPs for months. I was really anxious about writing an AMAB Reader because my reader inserts are almost all AFAB. I hope this is okay; I tried lol (Sorry again for the wait).

“Fuck,” you whined, falling back against the bed, cum splattered across your lower abdomen. You love sat at the foot of the bed in a chair facing you; gaze unwavering. You were beyond overstimulated. The hand of the arm she had sprouted next to your pelvis began to tease your cock’s head, willing your cock back to attention. Tears kissed at the corner of your eyes. While you both knew that you could easily get out of the hold her hands had on your wrist and ankles; you both also knew that you would never try. No matter the circumstances, you’d never risk hurting your love.

“Fuck, Mistress, ngh. Please. I’ll be a good boy.” You pleaded,

“Hmm,” She hummed unperturbed by your state, “Will you tell me what you were doing sneaking around that part of the Island?”

“Mhm,” you moaned, “I-I got lost,”

 “You, Nami’s right-hand man while planning our navigation, got lost?” Robin asked, looking down her nose at you.

“Yes?” you reply before grunting at the sensation of her disembodied hand beginning to once again stroke up and down your cock at a leisurely pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel weak.

“So, you just got lost and somehow ended up in this island’s red-light district?” She asked, quirking a brow, “And the two sex workers you were talking to were only for ‘directions?’”

“Y-YES,” you moaned, as Robin’s hand began to gain speed.

“If you got the directions needed, how did you end up at that seedy pawn shop?” She continued to question you.

“I was looking for something,” you groaned out, as she teased you by slowing her pace. Even without her suspicions, Robin relished the feeling of control she had over you while you were in this state.

“Oh? And am I supposed to believe that you were ‘searching’ for whatever item you desire when you went and disappeared at the last two islands we docked at?”

“Yes-s,” You answered, a groan interrupting the end of your response.

“So, you want me to believe that you haven’t been pursuing anyone outside relationships? Despite the fact that you’ve been keeping secrets and being more distant.” She asked for the countless time since you got back to your shared quarters.

“No, fuck, Mistress I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” You gasped out, your response never faltering.

“And what exactly was the item you were looking for?” She finally relented, humoring you. If it weren’t for the fear of losing her altogether, and the haze you were in from your umpteenth orgasm you would have tried to stay strong longer.

“Fuck,” you gasped, rounding the corner on your next orgasm, “It’s in my right pants pocket.”

She gave you a skeptical look before rising up to her full height and stalking over to your forgotten trousers. She made quick work of them pulling a small jewelry box out of your pocket before dropping your pants. She swiftly opened it. It was now her turn to gasp, she covered her mouth in shock, tears welling up in her eyes, before she glanced back up at you, tears now freely falling.

“Marry me?” you asked, with a lopsided grin. In an instant, the hands that had been restraining you to the bed for the better part of the last two hours disappeared as fast as they had come. Before you could process what was going on, Robin was on you, pulling to in for a desperate kiss. All you could do was whine desperately, as the idol you hoped to call your fiancé straddled your lower abdomen. Your now unobstructed hands found her hips as you rubbed soothing circles there while basking in the warmth that was your partner’s affection. When she pulled back, you were shrouded in darkness as her hair curtained around your face; the only light came from the radiance of her lovely blue eyes.

“So?” you asked breathlessly.

“Yes, Yes, Yes,” she replied, pecking your face with kisses. You could only laugh in response before she pulled you in for a loving kiss. As always you let her take the lead.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?” you panted after pulling away pushing yourself up on your elbows. Robin carefully dislodged the engagement band, leaving the paired wedding ring as well as your wedding band that came in the set. She slid on the gold band decorated with a jade center that was surrounded by smaller diamonds. Tears now freely fell from her eyes as she admired the ring adorning her left hand.

“It’s perfect,” she sighed contently, before pulling you in for another kiss. You groaned into the kiss as you felt her grind against your lower stomach as the skirt of her dress began to ride up. You could feel her soaked underwear slide needily up and down your lower stomach. A whimper escaped you as she slid further down your abdomen catching you cock between her lower lips. You whined at the stimulation causing her to pull back.

“Too much?” she asked, making no attempt to move.

“Yeah, fuck,” you shared a groan as her clit caught on the head of your dick.

“Sorry, love,” she moaned, quickly sliding forward once again and sitting on your lower stomach, “I could get a toy-”

“No,” you quickly interrupted, “I-I mean if you want to you can, but I can think of a better seat for you to take.”

She smiled down at you, gently stroking your cheek. Your shyness when it came to being intimate with her would never get old. She basked in your apprehension around being assertive in all settings, but especially the bedroom.

“Oh? And where would that be?” she asked teasingly, “You're a big boy, you know how to ask nicely.”

“Please,” you began before swallowing the lump in your throat, “Can you please sit on my face mistress?”

“Of course,” she smiled warmly down at you, “You’ve been such a good boy, taking a punishment, you didn’t even earn so well,”

You found your eyes fluttering shut as she positioned herself over your face. You rested your hands on her hips, pulling her down so that her pussy was flush with your face. You smirked into her pussy, as she let out a gasp at the stimulation of her clit bumping into your nose. You quickly began to lap at her seem over her panties. You were able to nose at the offending clothing and open her lips so you could get to her core. You groaned into her as she laced your hair between her fingers, needily tugging at it as you lapped against her entrance teasingly. Your teasing only lasted for a second, before she pulled hard on your hair keeping you flush against her as she began to rock against your face.

“Fuck,” you could hear her moan above you, as you doubled down on your efforts to make her cum. You focused on her most sensitive spots as one of your hands came down to part her lower lips and gave enough room for your tongue to thrust into her. Robin’s reaction was immediate as she began to shamelessly fuck against your face. Your other hand left her hip, giving her full control as you thrusted your fingers in alongside your tongue. Your cock twitched at the sweet moans and whimpers your now fiancé let out. You relished the noise; she was never this vocal. You decided she had had enough teasing as you began to curl your fingers and rub against her front wall as you sucked her clit into your mouth. It was only a matter of seconds before her release splashed against your face. A whine in turn escaped you as she pulled hard on your hair, using it as a lifeline as she fell apart on your face. You fingered her through her release before she fell slack against you and rolled to the side.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as she came down from her high. Your synchronized pants were the only noise to be heard. She had just calmed down enough to recognize your cock was still standing at attention.

“Love, would you like help with that?” she asked, now kneeling beside you.

“Yeah, I’m just really-” you paused letting out a gentle curse as she wrapped her hand around yours.

“Shh, it’s okay love, I’ll be gentle,” she said smiling down at you, “At least for now.”

She kept her promise as she jerked you off with a firm, but light touch. Just going fast enough to ensure your release. While her disembodied hand jerked you off, she slipped off her dress, along with her soaked panties. Robin used her now discarded dress to whip her cum off your face gently, now entirely naked outside of her engagement ring. You came as she pulled you in for a lazy kiss. You panted lightly as she pulled your flush against her chest, pressing a kiss into your hairline.

“I love you,” she said, pulling you as close as possible, legs tangled.

“I love you too,” you sighed contently, “I’m sorry about all the secrecy, I just wanted to find something as beautiful and unique as you are.”

Robin smiled down at you; tears began to once again well in her eyes. She pulled you in for one last kiss before you submitted to your exhaustion and began to drift off to the sound of her steady heartbeat.

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A/N: Now that I was finally able to write this one-shot Imma start working on the celebration countdown. Since it's no longer the countdown until New Year's I am going to randomize the days/write what gives me the most inspiration at the time.

I hope you're all doing well,

-Locke

[evilphrog]

Don’t be fooled by the overt aggression. These are two people thoroughly enjoying the rare experience of talking to someone who can keep up with them well enough to actively debate, instead of caving to the condescendinng elitism that has worked so well for them in most other situations. They may as well be giving each other flowers.

[minh-i]

Close enough. It'll be a ring in his hands rather than a candy apple next time tho, trust 🙏