started with the SPARK NOW WE'RE ON Fire ! multi muse. GMT. nsfw. by eb.
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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.
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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
“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.
@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. ❜
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:
punkicks:
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 ? ❜