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Aoi And Mika + Yon + Colt For Funsies :) Pls I Wanna Laugh
aoi and mika + yon + colt for funsies :) pls i wanna laugh
please send me a ship and I will tell you : aoka + yoi + aolt edition
AOI & MIKA
who’s the cuddler: aoi. mika has literal panic attacks when she tries to hug people FDKGFDGKFHFGHGF so that will take some building up.
who makes the bed: mika, that’d be the same for all of these. shes literally such a clean freak and everything needs to be in order. if aoi made the bed, mika would still go up after and remake it to make sure its perfect.
who wakes up first: mika, she doesn’t sleep in late.
who has the weird taste in music: they both vibe to that weirdcore shit that makes you feel like you’re on another realm of existence together so i’d say they’re both on a similar level.
who is more protective: i’d say mika because its literally programmed into her to protect the ones she loves but then again i feel like aoi would literally kill a man for even looking mikas way. probably not even for that. aoi would just kill a man.
who sings in the shower: mika, so loud. so so loud.
who cries during movies: mika but then she says “NO IM NOT YOU’RE CRYING” so automatically aoi is now the one crying.
who spends the most while out shopping: they’re probably both as bad as each other.
who kisses more roughly: mika!!!
who is more dominate: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM aoi. DJISOFKDGFLDJG. they’re a nice mix but mika gives in often. and in everyday life mike probably follows aoi’s lead a lot
their song: freak by lana del rey. DSJIOOFKLGFGLFGFLG
AOI & YON
who’s the cuddler: yon. she really fucking hates cuddles one day & then the next you literally can’t pull her off of you. and those happen often, so enjoy your koala. though yon is unhappy at the fact its aoi she’s having to hug, but it will do.
who makes the bed: neither of them. they literally sleep on the floor, on separate sides of the house.
who wakes up first: yon, i dont even think she does sleep. shes too busy thinking about how to become the next god.
who has the weird taste in music: yon forces aoi to listen to her music which is mainly just edm, pretty much all yon listens to anyways. aoi probably finds it weird. yon enjoys it though.
who is more protective: yon saw someone ask aoi to dance once and she didn’t like that so she used her powers to curse that person. simply out of free will. and it awakened something in her and that was because of aoi. i decided this now. yon.
who sings in the shower: neither, its just dead silence and they do it together and stare at each other.
who cries during movies: neither...... i don’t think yon knows what crying is.
who spends the most while out shopping: YON DOESNT SPEND MONEY SHE JUST ROBS AND IM SURE AOI IS THE SAME.
who kisses more roughly: yon, because she isn’t too sure on how to actually kiss good, so its just a hot ass rough mess always.
who is more dominate: aoi.
their song: let her dance by the bobby fuller four.... its just weird and fun.
AOI & COLT
who’s the cuddler: colt. he likes to feel safe and not having a whole bunch of physical contact through his life hes now relying on that affection to keep him going, hence a lot of back hugs and warm embraces at random times that would make a person sad from how much emotion is in it.
who makes the bed: colt, hes gotten used to doing it overtime and will just want to make things easier for aoi, especially if shes seeming particularly gone with the... how would u say it.... drugs? that day
who wakes up first: aoi. colt will sleep for 15 hours straight and he is a heavy ass sleeper aswell so he just will not wake up....
who has the weird taste in music: aoi probably. but colt listens to g-easy un ironically so i think he takes the cake, even from an ooc view point.
who is more protective: colt. hes the arm around the waist, give others dirty looks when they’re together kind of boyfriend. he also likes to rest his hand on the back of her neck, a trick he picked up from levi. and even tap his fingers over it, normally outside to show that shes with him and nobody would be getting near her. the liverpool slang comes out if anyone does though.
who sings in the shower: aoi gets dragged in and colt tries to sing to her. she probably isnt a fan.
who cries during movies: colt, he cries at everything. the smallest thing in a movie and he has to take a step away and come back. hes just a big baby.
who spends the most while out shopping: aoi, colt is having a nervous breakdown trying to keep up with the spends and maybe slow her down a little bit with alternative options. but fails.
who kisses more roughly: colt! hes not known to be soft about it.
who is more dominate: colt. he likes to control what he can, whenever he can. which isnt the best but trauma will do that to u.... JDFKLSGFD
their song: glue by bicep
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Taken by the inevitable feeling of adrenaline rushing through him, he was more than excited to finally be back in the scene after having not attended a battle-of-the-bands-esque event in a while. He was absolutely in his element and even more so with his favourite company, Yon. He noticed the girl’s hesitation and discomfort but was thrown off a bit since he assumed it wouldn’t be much different to her gigs aside from the fact that she was now an audience member rather than the main event.
“ aw c’mon yons, it’s not that different from your gigs, right? ”
He knew Yon wasn’t comfortable with new sudden changes, after having that talk with her about what-if’s it became more apparent to him that he ought to play it more on the safe side with her, though he’d hoped this wouldn’t be too far off from her daily grind so he couldn’t really understand or see any issues with it. Leaving was definitely out of the question for him, he’s been wanting to see this band play for over a week now, but he didn’t like seeing Yon uncomfortable like this either (it left a bitter feeling in his stomach).
He searched through the packed auditorium-like room, getting on his tip toes to check above the crowd since he was slightly disoriented on where exactly they were. As he looked around for the exit, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself at the view, noticing a potential mosh-pit and seeing people falling over themselves so early in the night. Finally catching sight of the exit, he looked back to her and brought up his hand to her shoulder as he gestured to the exit with his head;
“ d’you wanna grab a drink and head out for some fresh air? calm your nerves a little? ”
❛ it is very different, what do you mean ? ❜
she spoke so very quietly that it was barely audible. her glassy eyes finds his own and the excitement in them struck some kind of chord in her, it’s not often he gets that look. it’s one of her favourite levi looks. in fact, seeing him experience any kind of joy was nice for her. she would never admit that to herself, i’m not even sure if she realises this herself ... however. with her stagnant expression, she follows close behind him. choosing to nod in response to his question once his gaze is caught in her own, yon decides to ignore the strange discomfort in her stomach, at least for now.
yon’s nod is now replaced almost immediately by a shake of the head, biting down on her lower lip as a few strands of hair get caught on her lower lip. ❛ no. i’m not nervous. i don’t want to go outside. ❜ spoken as monotone as ever, a little louder than normal as the crowds surrounding them seemed to almost drown her small voice out. a large group to her right began to shout, just as she finished her sentence, it seems she noticed the mosh pit as well. nothing that yon wasn’t used to by now. her eyes flicker back to levi’s, she took a second to read his expression before coming to the conclusion that he definitely wanted either to be a part of that or get a little closer.
with an hand over her shoulder, yon points over to the chaos attempting to ask her comfort boy a question, however shes interrupted by further loud shouting. it continues for just a couple of seconds so with raised brows, she continues.
❛ do you want to go there ? ❜
❛ stop looking at me like that . like i’m broken . ❜
❛ you know i ain’t mean anything like that poppet. if i’m looking at you with any intent behind it, it’s worry mate. nothing more, don’t overthink it, yeah ? ❜
colt smirks, standard. continuing to wrap a bandaid around the male’s arm, he feels rather guilty about dragging him into his mess but usually with hanging around with this male, drama is involved somehow. whether it’s intentional or not. but this time, not so much. biting back a sigh, colt raises his gaze, minor panic laced between his gaze as it bounces between minsoo’s own. he feels a little guilty, but there was some explanation beforehand that this is probably how things would turn out if the male joined, maybe not to the degree that he SHOULD of explained it. ( he wanted some company after all, so his selfishness won over his morals there, just a tad. )
❛ i didn’t need you to speak up for me though. ❜ a shake of his head ❛ i’m gettin’ comments like this on the daily. i’m used to it by now. you gotta just fuckin’ take it, otherwise you end up looking like a right mug, which ain’t it. hopefully they won’t come back now though ... ❜
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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.
yon x levi
please send me a ship and I will tell you : YOVI EDITION
who’s the cuddler: yon, but she does it in such a subtle way. its like one minute she could be on the other side of the room cursing him out and then she’s under his arm and it’s like woah how she get there.
who makes the bed: id say nobody. because why would they. but levi!! yon would she just forgets ok
who wakes up first: yon, then she stares at levi until he wakes up. then proceeds to either be an ass to him or be the complete opposite, it all depends on the expression he has when he wakes up.
who has the weird taste in music: they both listen to each others music in their shared headphones so neither of them think the others music taste is weird. sometimes yon listens to alvin and the chipmunks but levi is okay with it
who is more protective: levi. yon doesn’t even realize what it means to be ... well, that. its an arm over her shoulder when they’re out and getting looks, or a subtle touch of his fingers to hers when she spaces out. also the back of the neck grab.... important and relevant. however yon has learnt his fear of dogs is genuine so she will pull him away if she spots on in the distance.
who sings in the shower: levi. yon hates it. she bangs on the door until he stops.
who cries during movies: levi. yon calls him a little bitch and tell him to suck it up normally, but if he is really upset by whatever it is she will curl up on him or place an arm on his side and. stare at him. she means well.
who spends the most while out shopping: yon, accidentally. but levi eggs her on to do it so they’re pretty much as bad as each other.
who kisses more roughly: yon. for sure. theyre never really the best but like i said, levi helps her out a little.
who is more dominate: levi
their song: chase the sun by danny avila. captures that exciting energy they weirdly have together now DJSFIOJKFDGGDFLKG
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