#lovelack

[starrysharks]

carnival kids

[winecovered]

　⟢　Lovelacking　𓃉

One who is aromantic due to lacking an understanding of love. This is intended for those with AVPD or other similar disorders, but can be used by anyone it applies to.

　— for @coinfight 2024 . Attack on @rwuffles .　Not a gender, 7 points total .

[Plain text start. Lovelacking. One who is aromantic due to lacking an understanding of love. This is intended for those with avoidant personality disorder or other similar disorders, but can be used by anyone it applies to. For coinfight 2024. Attack on Rwuffles. Not a gender, seven points total .Plain text end]

[puriette-archived]

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[acipaer-a]

is that what your nightmares are about     ?     ╱     @lovelack​

he doesn’t like talking about his relationship with his father .   he wasn’t around when he was younger ,   not before he broke through as a player   &   started to make a name for himself in the world of football .   he was around more ,   and the more he was around   :   the worse the abuse became .   little things at first ,   little things that grew bigger and he wasn’t sure how to get out of it .   all the anger and frustration   :   it was turned to those around him .   he wasn’t a good guy before ted walked into his life   &   he soon became some sort of mentor for him .   learned a lot the months he has spent at richmond after coming back .   and while his father is no longer in his life ,   the nightmares comes around now and again .   less when he has someone there ,   even less after marianne started to stay the night .   

sits in the bed ,   eyes closed tightly as he will the memories away .   make the words and actions of his father away .   away to a place where it can no longer touch him .   knows he can’t anymore ,   but it’s hard to remember after the last couple of years .   air is exhaled sharply and he looks over to her ,   can barely see her in the dark   &   somehow ,   it feels good .   at least for a second or two .   maybe she won’t see how damaged he really is .       

❝   my dad   ?   ❞      voice is low and looking down at his hands instead ,   realize maybe his name had been called out in the dark .   wouldn’t be the first time .   kinda gave him away in things he usually wouldn’t want to talk about .     ❝   yeah ,   sometimes i guess .   ❞

[klarsynt]

my fave silly goose

my love for u is greater than your two dream boyfriends combined @lovelack​

[starrysharks]

what are the hair curl types of some of your ocs?

oo this is a fun question! i'll just go over a few of my characters and their hair ^^

octavia's got straight hair, clearly - i think she probably maintains the spikes with gel or spray or something. her hair's the only part of her that wouldn't heal/grow back should it be cut off, so she takes super good care of it. naturally i think she'd have type 4 hair, but she straightens it with an iron regularly because she doesn't have anyone to style it for her. (she probably stresses out like crazy about burning it with the iron...)

tho a character who does have braids is mallow from starsaints carnival! i think that she would've had her hair in locs from an early age, but decided she wanted a different style around 11 or so. she actually has an older sister, who i think would braid her hair for her :3

lunette is kinda similar to mallow too - i think she would've had her hair in butterfly locs or godess braids until 25 or so, when she decides to go natural. probably because it aids her job to not to have a hairstyle that's so easy to grab - tho it's not like a striking white afro is very inconspicuous either lol ^^ also i have to say her hair is naturally white for Cartoon Reasons...

those three all have naturally coily/tighter curls, tho i do have some characters who i'd consider to have loose curls! i think paro would probably have that fluffy type of hair irl, while momo's hair is more wavy.

(also, maybe it's cheating, but novocaine has cyberlox in her younger design! i wish more people knew about cyberlox, they're so cool)

[desafia]

@lovelack​  s.c 

            ❝  em—!  ❞   concern for the other woman clouds her voice far more than any fear for her own well being.  the panic rising within her companion is palpable, even beyond her own sensitivities.  but that in and of itself can lead to far more dangerous threats than a few troopers knocking at the door of their current hideout.  magnolia quickly crosses the floor as a satchel is slung over her shoulder.  reaching out,  she takes hold of marianne’s arm.  ❝  it’s okay. ❞  it’s not.  but it will be.  ❝  w—we...go now.  ❞

[brutlist]

     𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ; 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 ! the foot he snakes out from under his table has decided there’s no way he’s going to bypass the opportunity , nudging her calf as he grins around his mouthful at her , tickled pink by the occasion . let’s see how she likes that , he thinks . tit for tat !     “     you make a poor window .     “ 

@lovelack​ // sc

[acipaer-a]

sender nurses a sick / injured receiver.     ╱     @lovelack​

he wasn’t a sick kid ,   rarely missed out of school   &   more importantly ,   practice .   something that luckily stuck with him into adulthood .   most days .   and even if he was feeling a little under the weather   :   he usually showed up and played at least for a little bit .   usually would ,   however today he had barely gotten out of bed .   the walk had consisted of getting out of bed ,   bathroom and then somehow made it down the stairs and onto the couch   :   where he had promised himself just a five minute nap ,   but woken up by marianne a hour or so later .   body feel too heavy to move   &   he could barely walk two steps before getting out of breath .   and pretty sure it would be a relief cutting his head open ,   instead of the current pounding that is happening .   so a notice of being sick had been left on coach ted’s phone and ever since he’s been in and out of conciousness   &   she has been there .  either sitting by his feet and reading a book or bringing some food or something to drink .   it’s new .   having someone take care of him like this

❝   you don’t have to stay with me all day .   ❞      voice doesn’t sound quite like his own from almost being burried under blanket ,   raspy as he speak .   and while he appreciate her being here   :   it’s new .    something unfamiliar in a vulnerable moment .   having someone take care of him like this   &   he doesn’t want him being sick altering her plans for the day .

[movedvalor]

          restoration’s met chicago gracefully,   little by little it’s progressing framework and faculty to house   real lives,   free of the council’s stringent control.     free to not conform if so desired.     she strides past stretches of sand dunes,   pack slung across her back abounding with sustenance and water.     earth is far from what she’d yearned it to be,   condemned and ravaged by the fallacies of mankind.     or at least,   that’s what she liked to presume happened,   that it wasn’t the   people   striving to endure but those in control   —   those who sought to repair their wrongs to merely fail,   yet again.     nape is still smeared in coagulated blood,   her own,   the jagged nails of a woman sinking them into her flesh from a mere day prior.     something had been amiss,     dasia had taken one glance into caverns lodging depthless eyes before sinking a blade into the side of the woman’s neck   and knew something had been gravely wrong,   there was no life in her eyes,   not a soul in sight.     she would’ve been flooded in contrition if there   was.

          she’d come up on at least twenty-four hours of trekking through searing heat,   the sun brutally beating down against the tattered flesh of her neck.     for the most part,   a curtain of hair shielded her from undue exposure to the sun,   but it stung like nothing else as beads of sweat seeped into raw wounds.     with inclement weather so furiously wearing her down,   day by day,   she figured she must have been delirious when two figures had materialized into view.     yet,   she wasn’t,   it was four,   four and a stranger,   and four had been badly injured.     far worse than dasia had been,   that’s for certain.     inductions set aside for a later time,   a much safer point in time,   dasia aided them in their travels.     once returned to their clandestine bunker,   she took a moment to reorient herself,   to recover from the violent sun’s rays.     if she didn’t know any better,   she’d think solar flares were the heat’s   culprit.

          ❛     marianne,   right   ?   thanks for getting us here.     i thought i’d never see four again.     ❜     that is,   until today.     for a fleeting instance she bites the inside of her cheek,   arms ascending to tightly fold across her chest as she steps forth to stand alongside   @lovelack.     ❛     what is this place   ?     ❜

[klarsynt]

do a ballet spinny

this is the best i got / @lovelack

[starrysharks]

which of your ocs would wear sailor fuku?

mallow is a big fan of trying different clothes and outfits and such, so i think she'd love a sailor outfit! ♡u♡

[desafia]

@lovelack​​ sent: [  UNSENT ]:     a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.

              marianne,

              i’m not really sure how to explain all this or how much i should even try to tell you.  there is much about my past which i’ve tried to shield you from.  it’s for that reason that i’m even writing this out because i don’t want to have to tell you such horrible things unless it’s necessary.  all i have told you is that i have to go back to canada to visit some old friends.  that is true,  but the reason is more complex than i’ve shared.  there might be some trouble.  if something goes wrong and i’m hurt,  i want you to have answers.  so,  if you are reading this it means i’m either too gravely injured to contact you myself,  or i’m dead.  either way,  i’ll have listed below a number for you to call to get further clarification. 

the important bit that no one else can tell you,  is how important you are to me.  traveling with you has been one of the most joyful times in my life.  and i have had very little of that at all.  so i need to understand how meaningful you have become.  you gave me hope.  i stopped hoping for anything a long time ago.  i kind of forgot how.  but you are so beautifully and uniquely human.  all of your strengths and all of your weaknesses,  all your scars and insecurities next to all the wonderful ways you are learning to embrace yourself.  it’s all a work of art.  people are art,  but some more than others.  you’re one of those.  you are healing and growing into yourself and figuring out who you want to be.  and it made me feel brave enough to try to grow too.  thank you for being who you are so fully and letting me see it.  your soul is a treasure that i have had the pleasure of gazing upon.  i hope you learn to love it as much as i have. 

if you never read this,  that will be a good thing.  but i still want you to know all this.  i’ve rarely had much to live for but if anything,  the idea of being able to share this with you at the right time gives me a reason to survive.  it’s nice to have a reason.  

thank you for being my reason magnolia c. 

[acipaer-a]

an exploratory kiss ,   testing the waters between them .     ╱     @lovelack​

he has been in relationships before ,   relationships where he loved someone .   at least what he thought it was .   scared of being alone   &   having someone there ,   it felt good .   but with marianne it felt different .   there was a mutual understanding between them ,   something he never had before ,   something he didn’t really know he needed .   he felt comfortable when she was around .   he felt safe being himself .   felt like he finally found a person that he didn’t mind having around his apartment ,   even when he isn’t home .   didn’t mind how she put her own personal style on things .   seeing her putting things around the house ,   even if it was just a book or a picture   :   it made him feel warm .   nothing is official between them ,   never asked her to move in ,   never asked her to be his girlfriend .   they just were together as they were   &   it was perfect .   (   both of them were private with their personal lives   &   especially with him being a public figure   :   it’s not everything he wants to share .   )   but this is just for the two of them .   feel a bit official however .   more serious than what they have been doing .   his bag is dumped by the stairs and he locate her in the couch   :   come to stand behind her and one hand tilt her chin up so he can plant a light kiss to her lips .   a little more hesitant than usual ,   and when he pull back ,   there’s a small grin tugging at the corner of lips .

❝   got you something .   ❞      she already stay here a lot .   can probably count on one hand how many times he slept alone the last couple of weeks   &   he likes that .   likes falling asleep with her and likes waking up to her .   likes starting and ending the day with her .   likes coming home to her .   thumb brush over her cheek before holding up the house key to the front door ,   a tag attatched with her name .     ❝   thought it’d be a good idea for you to have one of these .   ❞