Heart Stealer

RP, ask and general fan blog for Locke Cole from Final Fantasy VI.

[thepricewasright]

"I've been on the road awhile, I know."

((Hello to you, my sweet and wonderful darlings. It's been a long time, hasn't it?

Since my last post, I've been through A Lot. Short version: my relationship ended and I moved across the country. I miss you guys, but I'm doing better and better by the day.

I originally started playing Locke as a sort of coping mechanism, tbh. Where I was, I felt incredibly lonely and creatively stifled. I can't express how grateful I am to all of you for accepting me into the fold and helping me get through that time. I've quarreled with some of you and made some lifelong friends with others. I don't regret a minute I've spent here.

I'm sure a lot of you have moved on, but if you happen to stop by this page out of curiosity sometime, I wanted to put this here. I love you. Locke loves you. I'm still around, mostly on Twitter and my main Tumblr these days. I miss writing, but previous attempts to do so, here, haven't been terribly fruitful. And I don't have a lot of free time these days.))

"Until next time! Hopefully in this life, or maybe another."

[thepricewasright]

"Long time no see!"

The phrase always made him cringe. Every time he came back, the Old Man said it. So he just came back less and less.

Wise folks used to say, 'You can't go home again,' anyway.

Not that he ever truly had a home. So why try?

Locke hated routines. His unpredictability served him well in information gathering. In fighting. And when he was forced to walk old paths instead of blazing new trails, he did it alone. Nobody could follow because he kept them guessing.

"Long time, no see! Don't worry, my boy. Your precious treasure is still just where you left her."

The emblem of his greatest failure. That same punch in the gut he'd feel whenever he thought of Her, or that day, that month, that year. No matter where he went, he couldn't escape it. Regardless of how he endeavored to vary his route... Reminders of his mistakes tagged him relentlessly.

The world cracked open and still didn't devour him. He was forced to turn and go back to the start. A clean slate.

He stood at the outskirts of Kohlingen, watching the inky clouds boil above the Old Man's house. Everyone he'd known and loved was dead.

"Long time, no see," he sighed, and took another step forward.

[burntchild]

@thepricewasright​ | x

“Uh, both, to start–” A pause, mentally tabulating, possibly counting on his fingers. 

He breaks the charade for another swig of his drink, and shrugs. 

“Don’t look at me for that– I’ve got like ten bucks to my name. You’re gonna have to scale down your crimes if you’re relying on me to get you out of there.” 

[thepricewasright]

“Look at you, you got all kinds of shit you could sell. Can’t make a little sacrifice to get your poor little bro outta jail? What kind of brother are you?”

He might have been joking, but he spoke the truth. They didn’t often speak about Locke’s time in prison, but with that under his belt, he could be put away for life just for jaywalking.

[thepricewasright]

❛  i must be the best person you know.  ❜ -burntchild

“The best person for... getting into a fight? Skipping work?”

“You gotta be more specific. I’m starting a list. I really need someone that’s able to come through for bail money.”

[thepricewasright]

"I've got your back."

"I know you do! And I got yours.”

“This might be a mess that ain’t so simply fixed, though...”

[thepricewasright]

“...oof.”

[knightpoet]

snatch: 8/∞

[vvalliu]

[skinslove]

[thepricewasright]

❛ florida is the costco of upsetting people. ❜

“You ever been to Florida? Beautiful fuckin’ weather no matter the time of year. And it’s got just the wildest mix of people. Didja know there was colonies of escaped slaves and Native Americans down there, back before the civil war? Then you got people from Latin America, and now you got old whites movin’ down there too. You wanna have a good conversation with somebody, go down there and pick any street, you’ll find somebody good to talk to. Florida’s got a bad rap, man. Florida Man’s more interesting than almost any man from any other state. You got the ugly rich bastards down there too, though. Avoid them.”

“...what was your name again?”

[naramdil]

third base is when you both discuss your emotional trauma with one another 

[thepricewasright]

"I really want that to be a lie."

“Unfortunately, there ain’t no way to tell... is there?”

Up to this point, Locke had kept some of his more undesirable qualities under wraps. Squall was always very much the ‘law and order’ type, so the thief didn’t think he’d appreciate knowing what Locke did for a ‘living.’

But he also knew that Squall was no fool. And he also wondered if his stoic friend had a bit looser morals than he usually let on. He was a mercenary, after all.

“You can trust me, and we can unload a bunch of weapons off these guys going Gods’ know where with ‘em, or you can... not trust me, and let ‘em go. Your call.”

[munchmemesa]

john mulaney starters. ( from various interviews & clips )

❛  it was the best time. it was an innocent time.  ❜

❛  are we doing it correctly  ?  ❜

❛  who am i talking about  ?  you  ?  ❜

❛  my neighbour was arrested by the fbi for being a cannibal.  ❜

❛  the fbi was swarming our lobby and arrested this guy at a six am raid.  ❜

❛  no, he never said to me in the elevator  ‘ guess what : i might be a cannibal. ’  ❜

❛  he was quiet but he was so hungry.  ❜

❛  we’ve all been there.  ❜

❛  i really want that to be a lie.  ❜

❛  florida is the costco of upsetting people.  ❜

❛  it was like comic con but alcoholic.  ❜

❛  so, i put it in the refrigerator. i took the hat and i put it in the fridge.  ❜

❛  that is an interesting way to look at it.  ❜

❛  this guy touched my car and i’m gonna nail him.  ❜

❛  the mud on the carpet  ?  oh, that’s mine  ?  alright.  ❜

❛  we’re a little different as people.  ❜

❛  there’s always like five of his friends that he calls ‘ the homies ’ sleeping on the floor.  ❜

❛  these are like XXXL shirt and jacket with spongebob squarepants pajama bottoms.  ❜

❛  i must be the best person you know.  ❜

❛  you’re amongst weird company.  ❜

❛  at best, prom is like a wedding.  ❜

❛  i’ve never met anyone who had a good prom.  ❜

❛  you bought a limo  ?  ❜

❛  i’ve been nervous for 35 years.  ❜

❛  they have a room for giraffes.  ❜

❛  no  !  camels, not giraffes  !  ❜

❛  i’m just gonna sit here and eat popcorn.  ❜

❛  this is your day to stroke each other off  !  ❜

❛  warren, warren, warren. that’s a weird name.  ❜

❛  we got high in my room.  ❜

❛  i would much rather eat potato chips on the sidewalk.  ❜

❛  i get scared at outdoor concerts.  ❜

❛  i eat the mushrooms. i eat them all and i start hallucinating, as one does.  ❜

❛  i watched a woman eat a hot dog over a garbage can and i stared at her like she was the mona lisa.  ❜

❛  why don’t you have a seat  ?  everything’s gonna be fine.  ❜

❛  i discard people when i don’t need them.  ❜

❛  much like tantric sex, it’s the same mess at the end.  ❜

❛  give me a vial of your urin and i’ll do it.  ❜

❛  oh, look. we actually did it.  ❜

❛  the penis is triangle shaped.  ❜

❛  do not do that. because you could get hurt or worse.  ❜

❛  it’s called ‘ violins against violence. ’  ❜

❛  but didn’t you listen to our whole philosophy thing  ?  ❜

❛  i know but it’s bullshit.  ❜

❛  oh, no. that was so long ago. who knows what happened in that dark tunnel.  ❜

❛  nope, there is no right way to say this.  ❜

❛  if you’re an adult male who sees no flaws in his father you are an insane person.  ❜

❛  listen to me. we’re going to win. this is going to be fantastic.  ❜

❛  is it me  ?  ❜

❛  i’m not mad at you about the marker. i’m not mad about the marker.  ❜

❛  if i’m mad at anyone, it’s the dog.  ❜

❛  oh, that spider is so turned on.  ❜

[toothmuncher3000]

the most life-changing customer i’ve ever had at work was a guy who came up to me and my coworker when we were at cash and said ‘hey kids…. wanna see something?’

and I said sure because why the fuck not, i’m here for a good time not a long time, and this motherfucker pulled a railroad spike out of his pocket.

A GODDAMN

ANTIQUE

RAILROAD

SPIKE

It was a fucking foot long chunk of steel that weighed about five pounds on its own so i was like ‘huh….. neat’

and he said ‘wait. there’s more’ and he took out a screwdriver. inlaid into the head of the spike. ‘things aren’t always as they appear’ he said as he unscrewed the bit and pulled out of this goddamn railroad spike

a statue

a tiny, tiny golden statue stood on the base of this flathead screw. it was a tiny golden man standing next to a tiny golden flower with gemstones in the petals. the whole thing was smaller than my thumbnail is tall. it was detailed enough that the tiny man had facial features. it was amazing.

‘oh my god,’ i said. ‘how long did it take you to make that?’

‘here’s a word of advice,’ he said, ‘never answer that question when people ask it. it devalues your work. you’ll get faster and better at things, and be able to make more art in less time. they don’t need to know about the process, just the product’.

and he left and that’s the one artistic piece of advice i definitely wanna hold to.

don’t tell people how long it takes to make shit.

[rosebesch]

[thepricewasright]

Hello my friend I am glad to see you're alright! ^o^))

You too, my friend!! You know they can’t get rid of us. We can’t get rid of ourselves. We’re trapped here........... forever..... ))

[thepricewasright]

lisaudacieux‌:

Lily extended her arm, pointing in the direction of some of the men, strategically away from Locke, and with a flick of her wrist, a swirling ball of fire materialized above them. Her gaze met one of them, before arching a brow as if the woman were to tell the men, “Well, are you going to run or what?”

With wails and shrieks, the band’s numbers dwindled as the smartest fled off into the woods. The rest, Lily trusted Locke could take care of. She’d never actually seen the man in action, but, he was still alive and kicking despite all the tale’s he’d told her. With her staff in hand, Lily went to help her companion.

This was what she got for finally deciding to take a day off. Were they even going to make it to the beach at this rate? 

Retreat did not go well for them. Locke was almost blinding on his feet, in hot pursuit of the first straggler. Whether by accident or design, the moment he made contact, the two of them disappeared in the underbrush. There was only the intimation of a struggle before a cry rang out, cut short before it went silent.

The other bandits in earshot froze for the shortest seconds, eyes wide. Locke emerged and turned his attention toward the next. With a curse, the man stumbled into a run. He knew that he likely wouldn’t escape, so he whirled the moment Locke was within reach, swiping at him with his dagger. Locke dodged backward, smirked, and kicked it out of his hand. “Not scared of little ol’ me and my friend, are you?”