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Lofikids - Put Me In A Movie
@eatmylove + colt
❛ nah i reckon you’re trying to pull a fast one on me. not fuckin’ cool at all that now is it darlin ? ❜
colt stands tall, hands rested on his hips in a certified karen-esc way as he raises brows at the individual ahead of him. they’d seemingly picked up HIS bike, assuming it was their own & both you & i know that this was simply a mistake, colt saw differently. raised to be defensive over what is his, even with the bike returned, the male felt the need to cause a scene and start an issue with them.
❛ proper thought you could take off with my shit didn’t ya ? nah. not a smart move. just because your shit is busted doesn’t give you the rights to take mine. ❜
starter call babey!
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“you never understand.” from yonnie! :D
‘ARGUING STARTERS’ — Status: Starter ♡ Muses: Yon + Yueon &. Timeline: Current Time
Yueon could practically see the back of his skull with how far his eyes rolled back. The female in question had been insisting the two of them were related for the last few weeks. Her proof? They names contained similar letters. While it had been out of the blue but quite hilarious at first.. the more time passed, the more Yueon was starting to think she truly meant it and strongly believed they were in fact related for that specific reason only. He would’ve continued to entertain it, had it not been that she was very serious about the matter. At some point, he would have to break it to her. Right? His gaze was almost filled with pity, looking down upon the.. well.. strange, female. ‘I want us to be related too but that’s really not how this works.’ He stated.
tangledwire:
( @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.
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
tangledwire:
“what else should we call it? would there even be a better name for something so despicable? i mean— i could think of a few, but i’m not sure you’d like to hear them!” she giggles then, hand coming up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shake with the force of it. yes, we really are so funny! the rabbit would be so proud of us, wouldn’t he? oh yes, he would! frankly, she couldn’t care less about dancing, burlesque or otherwise, and had at least a minor appreciation for the art, but there was no way she’d ever admit info to someone like mika. there was something about the other female that drew aoi in, but it was certainly not for any pleasant reason. what could it be? how annoying, we don’t even know. so annoying, right? maybe the rabbit knows. ah, he probably does! we should find the rabbit! yes, let’s! she’s about to turn on her heel and skip off to do just that, the pink rabbit suddenly on the forefront of her mind once again, but mika’s stutter keeps the taller rooted to her spot. for a moment, silence settles between them as aoi sizes the other up, takes in her stance as her lips curl into the slightest of smirks.
how pathetic. she’s so pathetic, right? can’t even talk without a stutter! oh, how bad we feel for her. how sad her life must be!
she manages to hold her laughter in as she steps close enough to the other to catch a lock of her hair and curl it around her finger in a loving manner, her own head tilting to the side as she continues to eye the younger her face morphing into its usual cheerful mask. she felt like puking, being so close to something so disgraceful was making her sick, but it was always a good time to toy with the things she found less than satisfactory. currently, mika was one of her favorite playthings, though due to their shared distaste of each other, it wasn’t often she got to play with her. how sad, really. she could show her such fun things if she just let her in. how exciting it’d be. aoi was sure she’d love the lemon candy and the creatures that lurked within the yellow light. her eyes glitter with excitement, but she contains herself for the show.
“you’re sooo cute, y'know?” she hums, letting the lock of hair fall from her finger, but she doesn’t leave mika’s bubble. she has no plans to, so she leaves the choice to mika. whether she played into her games or not didn’t really matter as either way, aoi would enjoy her reaction. her tongue pokes out to wet her lips and she hums at the taste of strawberry, forgetting she’d put on her favorite gloss that morning. it made her lips a nice, sparkly pink. “the stutter is a bit of a problem, though, don’t you think?” she pauses, taking a moment to card her fingers through her hair, annoyed with the way it’s fallen into her face, obstructing her view of the other. mika’s still pink. the pink she didn’t deserve. how annoying. she wanted to paint her yellow. or green. or blue. maybe purple. anything but pink. the creatures laughing in the corner of the street seem to agree with her.
“we could fix it. if you wanted. do you like candy?”
mika stiffens the moment her personal bubble is breached, letting out a shaky exhale as optics narrow upon the female ahead of her. the second aoi’s scent wrapped around her like an unwanted hug, the brunettes fight or flight kicked in and hands immediately stretched ahead to ( gently ) push back the female. obviously unaware of the strand of hair that lay tangled up in pretty pink fingers, ❛ shit - what the fuck aoi ?! ❜ she tilts her head as she attempts to break free auburn strands, fixing her composure as her scowl only grows. her cheeks a little flushed from the overall closeness & comments, with tongue to cheek she averts her gaze. mainly to avoid adding fuel to the fire with her flustered state, as from their previous encounters - mike had pretty much figured out by now more or less what makes aoi tick. theres a glint in her eye whenever she slips up, very much how they shined moments ago at the mere presence of mika’s stutter.
❛ what do you mean fix it ? it just happens sometimes. stop being so weirdly condescending. god. ❜ defensive & quick to respond to comments, mika’s gaze once again finds the female’s, her irritated demeanour still present, however the small glint of rose that dusted her cheeks had fortunately faded. “a bit of a problem” lingered in her mind, it was a problem. she knew that. it was embarrassing, every time it happens the cringe that rushes through her is almost as prominent as the previous. if not more. but that didn’t mean others could point it out, it’s somehow worse that way. acknowledging it off her own personal accord is okay, it’s a quirk she has. that’s it. but aoi mentioning it, using it to call her “cute” and drip a condescending tone into the conversation because of it, is something much more than degrading.
with choosing to ignore any further comments about her career, as by this point, she’s pretty much tired of explaining the concept of dance to this individual. mika attempts to divert the attention onto aoi by quick firing questions in return to her own. brows furrow as she exhales, more stable than it was before, ❛ candy ? that’s a strange thing to ask. are we talking about charlie and the chocolate factory candy or ... well ... ❜ taking a glance at aoi from head to toe, mike pauses, gesturing to aoi’s appearance. ❛ your type of candy. whatever the fuck that might be today. ❜
mika would be lying if she said she didn’t feel an ounce of sorrow for the girl. it’s probably the relativity. having a similar stage like this in her life, of course not even CLOSE to how aoi had gotten herself, even if she didn’t want to, she sees herself in the female. probably where the hate & anger comes from, at least on her end. the countless conversations and meetings they have always end with negative thoughts, but mike still chooses to interact. why ? does she feel a fucked up need to be around her ? regardless, that didn’t matter right now. what mattered is how fast a hand would be to her cheek if she stepped in her space a second time.