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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. ❜
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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.
❛ 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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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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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