Some Madman’s Marriage Proposal Idea

Some Madman’s Marriage Proposal Idea

by Jem De Ocampo


Dear Future Girlfriend,

I think I have already asked you this in so many different ways during our dates and communications, but being direct is also essential, so here: Will you marry me?

And again, I do not want your answer just yet. I still have not reminded you again about what I exactly mean by that question. What do I exactly mean by that, then?

Will you go into everyday battle against me until one of us dies? After all, I am a proud fool, and you are a proud fool, and if one person cannot decisively fix another, then I would rather have us try to outdo each other in terms of progressing in being truly oneself, whatever we think that should be. I know that we can do that even outside of marriage, but I cannot imagine fighting being so much fun without the both of us living under the same roof. And if we have to have children, then they can join in the fighting and be like how we were with our own families.

Again, this is part of how I see true love and its eternal perfection, my love. Let us assume that love is blind, and I shall also assume that love also has its enhanced remaining four senses that can still track our sacks of crap that we try to hide every single day. Let us assume that love knows no bounds, and I shall also assume that love shall go against our prideful assumptions about its bounds, no matter how popular our prideful assumptions are. Let us assume that love conquers all, and I shall also assume that love has already humbly defeated and shall defeat us without ever losing since the beginning of everything and even despite and through the pain we give it, letting us defeated fools perceive our losses how we like and never forcing us to accept our losses like we usually would against those we consider our own enemies.

And again, there are so many beautiful women in the world, and I could gather a harem of them for a battle royale, but no matter how much I believe in my delusions about such things, one woman is already more than enough for a man to handle, just like how one man is already more than enough for a woman to handle. Plus, I would rather fight one opponent at a time, and I would like to properly see our fighting through. And while marriage will not completely erase the risk of one of us boring the other, I would rather die fighting you than live escaping you once we are married.

So if you think that we cannot ever be worthy and worthier opponents to each other in such a way of life, or if you think that this sort of fighting is not meant for you, then please refuse my proposal, and I shall still continue to wish you more truly worthwhile fights, whatever they must be for you. I love you, yes, but love is not necessarily romantic and erotic.

But if you do accept my proposal, then I would be very honored to serve and fight you at such higher levels.

So again, I ask you: Will you marry me?

With love,

Jem De Ocampo

Telegraphed Trap

Telegraphed Trap

a short story by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

with character designs and a cover illustration by Chikari

Summary: Recovering a from a scathing scolding by his older sister Reina over a shameful attempt at getting over her girlfriend and his childhood crush Cel, Ryan Diamante also has a close encounter with a more spiteful man who somehow manages to help the heartbroken young man properly stop his twisted pining.


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Smothering Surprise

Smothering Surprise

a short story by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

with character designs and illustrations by Denyel

and beta reading by ThatOtherGabby and Hwannyreese

Summary: A troublesome young man named Jewel Laza personally introduces his maybe first girlfriend Tina Santos to his powerful single mother Laila, starting yet another stupid power play between mother and son. Fortunately, someone’s bothering to help those two settle things properly.


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Dirt in the Killer Rabbit’s Eyes

Dirt in the Killer Rabbit’s Eyes

an Infinite Stratos fanfiction by The Overlord Bear

Summary: Ami Shimagawa had a bad feeling about Tabane Shinonono’s cooperation with the military. So as usual, she spent her days like they were her last.


Previous Part: “Dirt Under the Killer Rabbit’s Nose”

First Part: “Dirt Under the Killer Rabbit’s Paw”


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Dirt Under the Killer Rabbit’s Nose

Dirt Under the Killer Rabbit’s Nose

an Infinite Stratos fanfiction by The Overlord Bear

Summary: Tabane Shinonono got away with a lot of shady things. And in hindsight, Ichika Orimura was just one of her scapegoats. The Shimagawas come to realize the latter during a visit to their late matriarch.


Previous Part: “Dirt Under the Killer Rabbit’s Paw”


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A Letter to my Son

Not only timely but also wonderful. Perhaps wonderful to the point of timelessness, even. I feel like, once again, I’ve found something I have been looking for and should be looking for my whole life. Praise and thanks be to God Almighty very much again for this wonderful friend and father He’s working through, and may He keep on helping us all.

Convert's Quest

Dear Son,

Your mother has frequently asked me to write about fatherhood. For so long, I wanted to glamorize the new role and this new sense of spiritual responsibility that I am blessed to have.

Yes, being a father is a euphoric feeling. Here I am entrusted with the spiritual and physical well-being of another by God.

I could not have asked for a greater miracle than you!

My father abandoned me at fifteen. He nor your grandmother ever conveyed to me the necessity of “the talk”, a conversation about how to encounter racism.

With this letter, I want to illustrate the reality of racism and empower you to speak up for yourself and others.

So here it is.

It is 2020, and I turned thirty back in April.

Here you are, just a mere sprout on the spectrum of life.

Here you are living your best carefree life. So…

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