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Henry & Mika ;)
Henry & Mika ;)
please send me a ship and I will tell you : MIRY EDITION
who’s the cuddler: it’s incredibly difficult for mika to open up in a physical sense with another person, it may even take years for her to be able to hug henry comfortably. so for that reason, henry is probably the cuddler. she is okay with hugs, however there’s discomfort after a while and she will make that clear.
who makes the bed: mika being the clean freak that she is, she will literally wait for henry to leave the bed so she can make it perfectly. hotel style. motel. holiday inn. she probably sometimes asks henry to do it and then sneaks up to fix it up even more. even when he does it off his own back, she will DJSKFJGFDKDJF MAKE SURE ITS PERFECT!
who wakes up first: mika. shes an early bird. 6am ish??? mainly because she has to give herself time to settle her brain before the day begins. definitely would make henry breakfast though.
who has the weird taste in music: mika is convinced that henry has the weird taste in the music, she struggles to keep serious around him, especially when he has blackbear on. so yeah.
who is more protective: henry. i can see an arm rested on her thigh or a thumb rubbing some surface of her body when she feels a little panicked in a crowded space or yknow. he can probably sense her anxiety and pulls her close and stuff. theres also head pats and stuff as a sense of “im here.”
who sings in the shower: mika is singing. henry joins in. they have a concert. yes.
who cries during movies: BOTH OF THEM SAJDKJJDFGD
who spends the most while out shopping: mika. its normally not her money either if she can get away with it..... DKSLGJFDG. but she would definitely take him out shopping and spend a good 500 on absolutely nothing. i can hear his stressed noises as she does this.
who kisses more roughly: i feel like mika would go in messy like she normally does and henry would roughen it up.
who is more dominate: mika. in ALL aspects.
their song: FRIDAY IM IN LVOE BY THE CURE!!!!!! I STANDBY THIS PERIOD
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( @lofikids // for mika. )
the sky is rosy, nice, pink. she loves pink. her hair is pink but she doesn’t remember dyeing it. maybe the rabbit did it, with his red eyes ever unblinking, ever judging. furry paws painting her hair a pretty pink, claiming her as one of his own. she dawns a dress with a peter pan collar, sky blue, the collar white. it’s short, cuts off at the top of her legs, she doesn’t bother pulling on safety shorts. she doesn’t mind if people see. doesn’t think anybody will. the world is spinning, anyhow. how can they see when the world is spinning and pink? surely they can’t. surely the world is spinning for them too. each step she takes is shaky, a stumble here, a bit of a tumble there. she blames it on her heeled boots, not the fact the world is pink and spinning. the clouds look like cotton candy, the sky like pink lemonade. oh that sounds good. that sounds so good, doesn’t it? we should get pink lemonade. yes, we should!
she continues this process, making her way through the spinning city streets with a smile on her face, even skipping at some point. she doesn’t know why. she sees many friends and foes alike. creatures staring at her from every nook and cranny available to them and her head screams. over and over again. she doesn’t want to. not now. she’s busy.
kill. kill. kill. kill.
no, we can’t. we have things to do. her fingers itch, ache with the desire to rip them apart, laugh at their pain. she hates them, the little creatures, even her friends got on her nerves. they never left her alone. never! it was so rude! so despicable! she would kill them all.
kill. kill. kill. kill.
she comes to a sudden halt on the sidewalk when she sees a familiar figure, except the form she’d come to dislike so much was adorned with a halo of pink. it didn’t suit her. much too pretty. much too pretty for a whore like her, indeed. whore? yes, whore. we don’t like whores, do we? no, not at all. whores don’t wear pink. it’s much too nice for them. aoi frowns. the city comes to a halt, as well. she moves her arms behind her back, gracefully skips ahead, makes sure to shoulder check the other on her way past and giggles, spinning on her heel dramatically to get a good look at her.
how ugly. how distasteful. she doesn’t deserve to wear pink. doesn’t deserve to live in this strawberry flavored world. perhaps she should have the lemon. yes, the lemons. the lemons suit someone like her. aoi grins.
“long time no see!” she sing songs, behaving as though they were nothing more than good friends. she was good at that. pretending. some of her other friends peek out from the shadows around them. one looms over the smaller form and aoi grows excited, wondering if it’ll act upon its urges to feast. though, without her connection to the other side, unfortunately the other would not lose her head. how sad. how miserably boring. “how have you been? still a dirty dancer?” she giggles then, again, head tilting to the side, bubblegum hair falling over her shoulder.
she’s still bathed in pink. pink the rabbit deserved. pink aoi deserved. not for her. not for a whore.
mika had been watching the opposites little theatrical approach from way back when she turned the street corner. her wobbly, hoppy steps we’re pretty hard to miss as she fumbled down towards the smaller female. there’s no doubt about the panic that sits dormant within songbird’s stomach whenever aoi is nearby, being good at reading people and figuring out their motive, mika read the pink individuals aura to be rather menacing & unsettling for someone of such playful outlook. ❛ yeah !! sure. ❜ she didn’t want to be rude, she didn’t see much point in doing that as it only would either feed into that narrative of mika being some kind of devil in her little story. which she wasn’t. maybe in her OWN book she’s considered to be that of a demonic entity, not physically but, emotionally. but not in aoi’s version. it was impossible for her to know any more than just the facade mika put on, especially considering only maybe three people know her for who she really is, which is the bastard aoi sought her to be.
❛ dirty dancing ? is that what we’re calling it ? ❜ her laughter is almost silent, obviously not entirely impressed with that little snarky comment. she’d gotten used to people having opinions like that, calling her profession “dirty” ... even those who attended her shows somehow left her feeling ultimately degraded & worthless through their choice of words. pain, whether physical or emotional, is temporary. she knows this. she ALSO knows that her job is an art form, dating back much longer than those who would dare speak of her skills in a negative way. so, it stung a little, but not enough to cause a scene.
eyebrows raise as she eyes up aoi from head to toe, sizing up exactly what she would be dealing with today. what substances did she take. her shaky exterior make it obvious that this was most probably going to end up in some kind of argument, or at least some kind of threat, however as much as mika could prevent that - she would. arms fold as optics find the females, a little glint in them as if to say, oh yeah, you really wanna go there ? a couple of seconds remain as they linger on her gaze, closing off with a shake of her head.
❛ y-yeah i still do burlesque. what is it that you do again ? it’s slipped my mind !! ❜ her voice cracks as her sentence begins, nothing out of the ordinary, mika’s mind is normally travelling a mile a minute. sometimes, not always, her brain simply just ... forgets to put words into the correct order. hence why her stutter can be so prominent. but only SHE knew that ... aoi wouldn’t know that. mike curses to herself as it happens, it showed nothing but weakness to those unaware. theres an obvious change in stature because of this mishap, she readjusts her posture, attempting to hide her discomfort with defensive arms across her chest.
RYU ‘SAMMY’ YUEON. — ⠀ #N.990125。 original character, selective and literate. ↻ reblog for a starter / ♡ like for a message
please send me a ship and I will tell you
who’s the cuddler:
who makes the bed:
who wakes up first:
who has the weird taste in music:
who is more protective:
who sings in the shower:
who cries during movies:
who spends the most while out shopping:
who kisses more roughly:
who is more dominate:
my rating of the ship from 1-10:
sierra x levi
please send me a ship and I will tell you : levirra ????? EDITION
who’s the cuddler: sierra. shes a big puppy and loves to constantly be in levi’s lap, she loves to sit facing him?? and have her arms over his shoulders and just sleep there. levis okay with it, but maybe it gets overbearing at times.
who makes the bed: sie normally. which annoys her, obviously levi does it when she asks but the fact she has to ask and its not a joint effort makes her grr.
who wakes up first: sierra? shes an early bird. we know this.
who has the weird taste in music: levi. sierra’s music taste is and always will be god tier.... LANA. no beating it.
who is more protective: sierra would literally eat a man for him, so probably in that sense, sierra. but levi is of course protective as well. sierra is a lot to handle, giving how much energy and how bouncy she is, but im sure he could ground her when she needed it.
who sings in the shower: both of them :’)
who cries during movies: BOTH OF THEM DJFKDGJF
who spends the most while out shopping: sierra, she literally does not have a limit... we know this. she would pamper the shit out of levi with buying him basically anything that he wanted.
who kisses more roughly: levi.
who is more dominate: i cant answer this yejoon is so angry at me
their song: freak by lana
@punkicks + yon
❛ i don’t like how it smells in here. ❜
theres obvious stress between her eyes, yon’s gaze is a little frantic as she takes in the surrounding visuals, attempting to find some kind of mental steady ground in order to allow some what of a process to kick in. it’s different. too different. yon is not used to it. a small grunt as her stature shifts to something a little smaller, almost like she’s trying to bury herself within her own cardigan. she knew it was a bad idea to attempt something like this, even when levi originally suggested it, she was hesitant. but her comfort boy seemed pretty excited about it, plus yon hasn’t ever been to a gig before. well ... at least not her own. especially not on a saturday night. she was used to spinning her own personal decks on this day, so her schedule was completely rear ended with this change of plans.
her right arm rests upon her left, rubbing the surface gently as she makes eye contact with a stranger to her left. he stunk of smoke. that felt familiar, almost comforting to her. maybe this wasn’t so bad ... no. she was meant to be at her usual spot right now. not this new area. it wasn’t bad, it was horrible
❛ levi, i really do not like how it smells in here. ❜