#blightlocke

[daniandbrian]

Enough time [Closed]

It was a long time since Brian actually was thinking about it. The soldier knew he wasn't a kid anymore, and he actually wanted to do it. Yes, he totally did, and got absolutely convinced to ask for it when he finally saw her that day.

Even if the fear of getting rejected was still going around his mind and didn't really help, he took a deep breath, and swallowed hard nervously, noting how his hands trembled a bit as he slipped his hand to one of his pockets, feeling the small box with the ring inside of it

''I- I need to talk to you, Blight''

[daniandbrian]

Wow (You know :3))

//You don't know how much I love them

You are my:[] Acquaintance [x] Friend[] Stranger[x] Girlfriend[x] Love Interest[] Best Friend[] Enemy[] Nemesis[] Other

I think you’re:[] Ugly[] Ok[x] Pretty[x] Beautiful[x] Gorgeous[x] Sexy[x] Hot

We should:[] Fight[] Fuck[x] Kiss[x] Make love [x] Text //though they basically live together[x] Watch films

I:[x] Like You[] Hate You[x] Love You[] Think you’re …

I secretly:[] Hate You[] Love You[] Like You[] Dislike You[] Think You’re …[x] No secrets

Should you reblog this?[] Yes[] No[x] You decide :3

[redbritishsniper]

blightlocke is in your sight

"Morning, laddy." She bowed her head at the Medic.

[daniandbrian]

Blight smiled at Brian, holding the two toddlers. "Good morning!" She said, wearing one of Brian's shirts. She giggled, setting the kids down and hugging him.

"What?" Brian mumbled, still hald asleep, but smiled when Blight hugged him "How are you doing? God, I'm still tired, and I slept the whole night"

[toptroublemaker]

//arg sorry guys - I had a tough day today, and I have a busy day tomorrow. I'll get to those starters later. I'm going to make rileysnipes, blightlocke, percivalmcleach and thequirkydoctor one. I think that's everyone uwu

[scottishafro]

Blight nodded, spotting the Demoman from a distance. She had been wandering around from base to base, trying to find Snickers. She thought maybe he had seen her dog run by. The medic trotted over to him, looking harmless as usual. She smiled, "Hello! Sir! I have a question! Have you seen a small dappled dachshund?" She asked him cocking her head to the side. Once she reached him she stood there, trying to catch her breath.

Demo blinked at the blonde, female doctor, a bottle half-raised to his lips as he gave her a quick once-over. Cute, but what was she asking, exactly?

"A dappled dachshund?" He squinted, lowering his bottle and rubbing at his chin for a second as he tried to remember why that sounded a little familiar. His eye narrowed as he racked his brain, both for the meaning of the word "dachshund" and if he'd seen one. After a few quiet moments of concentration, an expression of clarity spread across his face and he snapped his fingers. "Oh! A weiner dog! Tha's right." He looked back towards the woman, shaking his head apologetically. "Sorry, Ah haven't. If ye need help lookin', though, me schedule's open."

[supreme-soviet]

Blight wandered around the RED Base, being her curious self. She looked back every now and then to make sure her furry friend was behind her. Normally the dog would run off and get lost somewhere. She shook her head and looked forward once more. Blight didn't look very intimidating, nor harmful. She seemed as she was doing no wrong, just looking around the base. The Medic looked back one more time, then noticed Snickers was gone. The dog was barking at Heavy only a few feet away.

"Kukla, сидеть." The Heavy frowned deeply when his training was suddenly interrupted by a dog he didn’t know. He’d been working with his young Moscow watchdog when he suddenly had a dog he didn’t know so well come to bark at him like he owned the place. He grabbed the larger dog by her collar when she made to lunge at the strange dog. At only eleven months old, she was already pushing at a hundred pounds, and he didn’t want to give her the chance to tear someone else’s pet a new one.

Holding his Kukla tight by her collar, he looked up finally and noticed a woman nearby. “Is your dog?” He asked, frowning deeply as he motioned towards Snickers. “Should train better, is stupid dog. Should not be barking at Heavy.”

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