ladychlo:

September by Earth, wind & Fire is the after show song!

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i saw the 12th prompt for inktobertale and immediately thought of the loveball event!!

this was so fun to draw!! it’s my first time drawing these ~fancy~ outfits. i tend to avoid drawing things with complicated designs buuuuuut this was a very good exception. i wish there were more loveball content tho!!

also!!

you know i just had to :}

ink belongs to @comyet!

error belongs to @loverofpiggies!!

This is the first time I have ever felt the need to truly record my dream but it was uncanny. 

Yesterday, I did not get a call back from a job I interviewed for. That should have meant I did not get the job, as it was the latest I was meant to hear from them. I do not have the BA they want, I am lacking the ‘preferred’ quality of bilingual English/Chinese. But I have work experience. Yesterday, I also reached out to someone on Twitter who I thought did not ever want to see me again, but still I sent a follow request and a PM, because I miss our friendship.

Last night, I dreamed we reconnected, and I dreamed I got the job. It was surrounded in my usual medication-induced bizarre dream nonsense, with a giant sized cafeteria and cats the size of lizards, but still!

This morning, she accepted my follow request, followed me back, responded to my PM. I called the company, and the reason they didn’t call is because someone broke a bone yesterday by falling! I got the job!

It could be nothing. This is not something I have experience with. But I was wearing a charm for days straight, burning a sigil marked and herb infused candle for days, and praying to Hermes. One time is interesting. Two times will make it coincidence. Three times will mark a pattern. I’m at one weird dream guessing the coming day’s events.

confession rejection

a short story (fanfic) by gayrance

laurance wasn’t going to let anything stop him now. he had been working up the courage for a week. he was finally going to confess his feelings to aphmau.

he dresses warm, appropriate for the cold, snowy weather outside. he makes his way out the door, phone in hand. he’s texted aphmau to meet him in the park near their neighborhood.

he’s determined, marching his way through the snow like a man on a mission - which he is. the mission is to tell aphmau that he’s in love with her. laurance is so close to doing it, he’s almost there.

making his way through the snow is easy for him, since he’s warm all over, inside and out. his heart pounds in his chest. when he finally gets there, he’s nervous, anxious even, but he doesn’t let it get in the way. he has to do this, he can’t keep it to himself any longer than he already has. it’s now or never.

he sees her, finally, standing in the snow. the white beanie on her head matches the snowflakes in her hair. she’s looking around as the falling snow clings to her purple sweater, gray pants and white scarf. she pauses before bending over to tie up the laces of her left purple boot with white gloved hands. she’s beautiful.

his heart, which was pounding so hard that laurance worried it would pop out of his chest, seemed to skip a few beats. time seemed to slow and then stop, but only for a minute. he really was in love.

laurance was now close enough to call out her name. “aphmau!” he shouts, jogging over, nearly tripping over a pile of the snow on the ground. he manages to catch himself before he falls over.

aphmau giggles at him. that giggle will foever be music to his ears. he’s memorized it, replaying the sound in his head whenever he feels like he needs to. her little laugh brightens up his day.

he laughs now. “hey, i hope i didn’t keep you waiting long,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “hi, laurance! don’t worry, i haven’t been here long.” aphmau smiles up at him.

that smile is everything to him. he would do anything to see her smile everyday for the rest of his life. he would do anything for aphmau anyway.

he smiles back at her. “good, good.” he falls silent, wondering how he should tell her. laurance really didn’t have a plan, he just knew it had to happen.

“so, what did you need to talk to me about?” she asks, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly, her beautiful, long black hair falling over her shoulder.

laurance wants to run his fingers through her hair someday. he pictures them sitting on the sofa in her house, watching some romantic comedy on the television together, him running his fingers through soft locks of black hair while she smiles at him rather than watching the actual movie or show.

before he gets too far into his daydream, he reminds himself why he called her out here, why he’s here. snapping out of it, he laughs nervously.

he begins. “aphmau, you’re such a good person. the way you care for others, helping them whenever you can, however you can,” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “you’re so kind. it’s inspiring. you’ve always made me feel like i can do anything.” he takes her gloved hand in his own bare one. “i’m in love with you, aphmau.”

aphmau’s smile drops and she carefully takes her hand from his, eyebrows furrowed in thought as she frowns. laurance knows what’s about to happen, but he has to hear it from her. he needs to hear it.

she sighs, obviously unhappy with having to do this. she speaks slowly, as if that will make his heart hurt any less. “laurance, i- that’s sweet but i’m just not … into you… not like that… i-i’m flattered, but i’m sorry.” she says, looking away. the fact that she’s avoiding eye contact with him makes it all so much worse.

he has to get out of here. he’s holding back his tears, trying not to cry infront of her. he has his reasons for this. he’s quick to say something before he leaves. “oh, um, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. i’ll, uh, i’ll see you around?” he forces himself to smile for her. she looks concerned but just nods.

he turns on his heel, walking as fast as he can to get away from the situation, to get away from her. it’s not because he wants to, he really wants to stay, but he’s too emotional to do that right now. he waits until he’s out of her sight, or at least until he can’t see her when he turns to look over his shoulder, and then wipes the tears that are already falling.

laurance’s face is warm from the tears when they begin to stream down his cheeks, but then his face is cold from the winter wind blowing in his face. he’s crying in the snow, and he feels awful. he has to make it to his house as soon as possible.

when he gets to his own place, he’s already taking off his scarf, jacket, and sweater off at the door. his body is hot but his heart feels cold. he’s still crying, vision blurred from the tears in his eyes. he holds onto the railing as he climbs up the stairs.

he goes to the bathroom, taking off the short sleeved shirt that’s over his long sleeved shirt. he feels like he’s suffocating. he feels like he can’t breathe. he takes off the long sleeved shirt too.

“oh, irene…” laurance sobs, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. he runs a hand through his short brown hair, which is slightly damp due to the melted snowflakes in it. he turns on the sink and splashes some water into his face, trying to calm down.

it doesn’t work. he can’t stop thinking about the conversation. aphmau’s expression after his confession is still fresh in his mind. he doesn’t know what to do.

laurance stands infront of the mirror for a minute, leaning on the bathroom counter, listening to the water run. he turns off the faucet, deciding he’s just going to put on his pajamas and go to sleep for as long as he can.

he knows he’s only avoiding the problem by doing so, but he doesn’t care about that at all right now. laurance shuffles to his bedroom and sits on the bed. he kicks off his shoes after he unties the laces, not caring where they land in his room. he shoves off his pants in favor of some fuzzy green pajama pants and slips on a white oversized shirt with some random artist’s name on it - he stole it from garroth.

his eyes hurt from crying, and the tears have stopped coming even though he still feels like he has to cry more. laurance thinks he’s cried all his tears for the time being. he falls back onto his bed, a sigh escaping him.

laurance ends up staying at home in his room for almost a week. people have tried to text him, call him, and even stop by. he doesn’t answer his phone or the door. he can’t bring himself to face anyone.

he listens to the same few sad songs on repeat, singing along with them as they play at full volume. he mumbles the lyrics to stay with me by sam smith. “why am i so emotional,” he sings the lyric and then sighs. he’s quiet for a minute before picking up again. “oh, won’t you stay with me, ‘cause you’re all i need…” he hums the next part of the chorus, and then falls silent once more.

this is going to be the hardest rejection of his life. he’s been rejected before, but it’s never hurt this bad. he really is in love with aphmau, which is why he feels this way. he’s going to do his best to get through this though. laurance just needs some time.

You can tell me all about
The QUESTION MARK in your head
LET’S DO A Q&A
I am here
For you
You can just think about yourself
And use me

You can tell me anything
I’ll use my day
All for you
I’ve freed up my time
You can express
The question mark in your head
With either words or tears
It’s more important to find relief than a solution
BABE TELL ME ANYTHING
Work and love EVERYTHING’S OKAY
I’ll forget it too
You don’t have to worry, I PROMISE

You can tell me all about
The QUESTION MARK in your head
LET’S DO A Q&A
I am here
For you
You can just think about yourself
And use me

I know you feel frustrated
Wondering where you can talk about it all
Why does only my weakness remain
In front of bad people and the world
It never changes that only I hurt
I go somewhere and gradually turn
Into a me I don’t know

Avoid those jerks who say it’s nothing to worry about
Avoid them if they just complain and look at their phone
How can the severity of your troubles be different
Under the shadows of your own situation
Everyone’s different problems are all problems
Humans are imperfect since birth
The snake that preys on working ants is the problem
You’re doing well, it’s the world that’s wrong

You can tell me all about
The QUESTION MARK in your head
LET’S DO A Q&A
I am here
For you
You can just think about yourself
And use me

TELL ME NOW
I CAN UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU
TELL ME NOW BABE
TELL ME NOW
I CAN UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU
TELL ME NOW BABE

You can tell me all about
The QUESTION MARK in your head
LET’S DO A Q&A
I am here
For you
You can just think about yourself
And use me

네 머릿속에 QUESTION MARK
편안하게 다 털어놔
LET’S DO A Q&A
너를 위해
날 준비했어
넌 너만 생각하면 돼
날 써도 돼

뭐든 털어놔도 돼
나는 오롯이 너에게
나의 하루를 쏟아내려
시간을 비워놨어
머릿속 물음표를
단어나 눈물로
표현하면 돼
해결보다는 해소가 중요해
BABE TELL ME ANYTHING
일과 사랑 EVERYTHING’S OKAY
나도 잊어버릴게
걱정은 안 해도 돼 PROMISE

네 머릿속에 QUESTION MARK
편안하게 다 털어놔
LET’S DO A Q&A
너를 위해
날 준비했어
넌 너만 생각하면 돼
날 써도 돼

맘이 답답할 거 다 알아
나 참 이걸 어디 말도 못하고
악한 사람과 세상 앞엔
왜 나의 나약함만이 남아
변화는 없고 나만 아파오고
난 어디 가고 점점
내가 모르는 나로

고민거리도 아니라는 놈은 멀리해
지 하소연만 하고 폰을 보면 멀리해
고민의 정도가 어찌 다르겠어
모두 본인 사정의 그늘 아래에선
모두 각자의 문제가 다 문제지
인간은 태초에 불완전한 재질
일 하는 개미를 다 잡아먹는 뱀이
문제지 넌 잘하고 있어 세상이 죄지

네 머릿속에 QUESTION MARK
편안하게 다 털어놔
LET’S DO A Q&A
너를 위해
날 준비했어
넌 너만 생각하면 돼
날 써도 돼

TELL ME NOW
I CAN UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU
TELL ME NOW BABE
TELL ME NOW
I CAN UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU
TELL ME NOW BABE

네 머릿속에 QUESTION MARK
편안하게 다 털어놔
LET’S DO A Q&A
너를 위해
날 준비했어
넌 너만 생각하면 돼
날 써도 돼

“blood from an empty prayer”

happy may 4th or star wars day or just wednesday!!!! i always forget to make something for this date and this was pretty much a last minute decision. It’s Very rough bc i barely had time to work on it, but any mistake can be called an artistic choice.

Anyway, i love kotor a lot and since it renewed my faith in star wars i wanted to make a piece with my two favorite characters of it. Yes, nobody is surprised. I could go on and on about the parallels with my other revalek piece but i digress (haha unless?).

Stay safe folks <3

weirdmageddon:

and she died with the leaves in autumn,

and planted herself with the winter bulbs,

and re awoke with the sprouts in the springtime,

and burned bright with the sun all summer long

marked-point:

 what song are you listening to atm and which five do you hope come up next

???☠️☠️☠️☠️???

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