#arieteis

[lofikids]

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

[henzhaos]

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” - anzu

( Open! )

Henry snaps his head at her, a stunned look on his face as if to say “Why the fuck would I?” But before he can let those words slip past his lips, he just shakes his head and looks off again. What he just told her isn’t something he likes to think – let alone talk – about, and yet it haunts him more often than he’d like to admit. 

There’s a long pause before he finally answers her question. “It’s not like that.” Another moment passes before he continues. “There are a few people here who know. Hyunah knows. My partners knew,” he adds, for some reason thinking this little fact is of any kind of importance. After all, wouldn’t you want to know if your partner were involved in a case about their own girlfriend missing? 

Because that’s what this is all about. The two of them had met up just to hang out – order some food, play games, let Netflix run in the background, ... nothing special. Then they started to share childhood stories with each other: Henry told her about the first time he got grounded, the way he had a crush on his math teacher, and how he developed hobby of urban exploration. And as one thing came to another, he suddenly felt this urge to confide in her. It’s not even like he was admitting to anything – he didn’t do anything. He didn’t do it. 

Now that he’s opened up to her and talked about one of his darkest secrets, Henry suddenly feels uncomfortably exposed and looks over at her again, this time with a sheepish and somewhat forced smile on his lips. “Well, that didn’t go into the direction I thought it would.” He reaches for the pizza carton on the table in front of them – the remaining slices were long cold, and he’s lost his appetite anyway. With the carton in his hand, he gets up from the couch. “I could use a drink. What about you?” 

[poppyjpeg]

no one ever tells you this, but the secret to escaping a juvenile detention center is to just walk out the front door. jacob knows, it’s his seventh time these past two weeks. the people working there, they don’t even notice. they don’t want to notice; sometimes he catches their eye as his foot swings out the doorframe and they look away just as quickly. that’s what happens when you get paid barely over the minimum wage. he wishes he too, could get paid to be violent towards kids. it doesn’t take much, you just pretend they’re the monsters the state described them to be in their police files, and you ignore every other factor leading up to their crimes.

easy.

jacob juggles around a lollipop inside his mouth, head bowed down, shoulders tensed up, and tight fists shoved deep inside his jeans’ pockets. the neighborhood knows him-- he’s the reason why police lights brighten their nights. but truth be told, they’re the ones calling the police on him in the first place, so be it.

after walking for what felt like hours to him, he finally relaxes his whole body as he chews on the remnants of the candy. it was offered to him back at the center as a reward for good behavior. he was able to go six hours without causing a scene, hurray! it tasted like wet cardboard and abandoned dreams...probably came from mister williams, barely ten years older than jacob and already wasting his life chasing after problematic teens. mr williams was supposed to be the poster employee; a man who changed his life around after being a regular at that same juvenile detention center he now works at. unfortunately all the signs were there; mr williams is an aggressive and irritable manchild who can't hold back his violence. a true government miracle.

if jacob doesn’t get out of there for good, he’ll become the next mr williams, doomed to beat kids who’re just like him until the end of his days. brrr.

today’s escape was different though. it had a purpose, a real one other than leaving just for the heck of it. it was his mother’s divorce anniversary and he wasn’t going to miss it because of lousy curfew rules. it usually consisted of stealing alcohol for his mother and then just yelling fuck you!! to the sky until the sun made its appearance. he wanted to lay low this year though. he had to. he felt like he could be thrown into prison any time soon now, he only needed to piss off the wrong officer and there would go the rest of his life.

it’s early morning. the local mall is empty except for the select few elders who need to buy their coffee from the dirty ol’ coffee shop. they could be selling you shit-infused coffee and you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference with their regular drinks. their cakes, on the other hand....jacob’s stomach gurgles as he imagines the heavenly taste of the vanilla mint mango cake on his tongue. he almost forgets his purpose, too distracted by the dead ambiance of the mall. he scurries over to one of the coffee shop’s tables and simply sits there, unsuspiciously. next to him, an old man sits, head hanging back with his mouth wide open as loud snores escape his nose. the treasure lays on his table-- a box. a white cardboard box. on top, in bold black sharpie is written ‘VAN. MINT MANGO’. jacob can feel his heart race at the idea of being reunited with such goodness.

the purpose, right. he wanted to offer it to his mom as a congratulatory gift for divorcing the worst man on earth ten years ago. right.

his trembling hand quickly grabs onto the ribbon wrapped around the box, but he, just as suddenly, sees a hand latch on top of his right at the same time. jacob pulls away and almost falls backwards as he stumbles onto his chair. sitting on the other side of the sleeping old man is the culprit ( @arieteis​ ), cake box now on his lap. “ what a fucking bitch. ” jacob says, not at anyone in particular, but...at someone in particular. his pounding heart prevents him from jumping on the other guy and beating the cake out of him. but also he doesn’t want to wake the old man up. but also he gotta lay low.

“ you’re bad at this, like real bad at this. ” he keeps on going, eyes looking around the place, body pulling away from the crime scene. “ i grabbed that shit first. ” he says, like a little child, arms crossed and sighs galore. jacob was convinced he was going to leave this place with the cake safe in his arms, and he was about to do everything to fulfill his goal.

[lofikids]

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!” - from anzu ;)

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ fuckin' scraping with the lads again colt ? a CRINGE shot through his system as those words nudged themselves into his brain, he could almost hear his dad's voice --- that patronising tone he would spit whenever the blame threatened to shift into his court. teeth gnaw upon plump tiers, his knee restlessly bouncing in place, displaying his agitation & discomfort, regardless how hard he tried to mask it behind his careless facade,      ❛ oh yeah ? bet you just wanna check me out from that angle. i know i look proper fit right now, right ? ❜   

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍tongue rests between fangs as colt stares down over his nose at anzu, who he had just previously "rescued" from a fairly rowdy individual around his age ... pretty similar. oh well, at least colt is the lesser of two evils,    ❛ might of got my face knocked in, but it's better than yours. beautiful face like that ?? nah. imagine that going to waste.  ❜

[poppyjpeg]

It happened. again.

three hours after everyone had picked up their child and left, ana appears in the doorway, like a ghost who isn’t supposed to be there. even though the sun was nowhere to be seen, ana wore sunglasses inside and out. she feels embarrassed and guilty-- not because her daughter was left alone for three long hours (which was, by the way, the shortest amount of time ana has ever left her there after closing time), but because she was late. punctuality was something that was drilled into her skull during her training days; a late soldier is a soldier no more. her face is stern though, as she waits for her child to walk over to her, only to pat the top of her head and slip out a low “ i hope you’ve been good to mister benjamin ( @arieteis​ ) while i was gone. ” she doesn’t crack a smile or a grin as her eyes are already set on the teacher.

“ how much will it be for the extra labor? I’ll send it over in cash in fareeha’s lunchbox tomorrow. ” her authoritarian tone never dropped.

her job wasn’t hard...for a heartless person. ana learned to bury her emotions so deep into the back of her brain throughout the years that nothing was left when she welcomed her child into this world. being one of the first women to have reached the higher ranks demanded a lot of sacrifices; being a good mother was one of them. she was always away for extended periods of time, dragging along her daughter to whatever country she had a contract to execute. they were blacklisted from almost every pre-school out there for the same reason-- no one could afford to stay late into the night every single day to keep an eye out for her daughter.

and there was no way in hell she’d bring fareeha in the headquarters alongside her. It wasn’t even about the violence and the killing, but any militarized workplace was always full of misogyny and racism and homophobia; blame white men with a superiority complex. pre-school gave a semblance of a normal life to the little girl. and despite ana’s (flimsy) efforts, fareeha was almost like a tiny little soldier, listening to every order, cleaning up after herself and only playing with others when asked to.

and still. ana commands her daughter to go to the car, and she finally loosens up a little. she leans towards benjamin, and in an almost whisper, tells him: “ i hope this isn’t too much trouble. A few more weeks, and we’ll be gone. can you do this for me-- for her? ” she was always too secretive, too vague. “ work is demanding, and i’m on my own. ” behind her darkened frames, she’s analyzing every part of him.

you know, in case he’s an enemy spy ready to stab her to death, or something.

[lofikids]

“Oooooo. That looks painful.” - aoi :)

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍  i am unsure how something can look painful, when pain is meant to be something that we feel.   ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜ 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍yon wore a subtle sheet of amusement upon darkened optics & this only increased as she met the opposites gaze.‍ merely inches from aoi’s face, her words earn a low grumble from the dames as an innocent facade dances over dial, a manufactured pout taking center stage. although her vessel was deemed empty, the remains that rested inside yon we’re alive & kicking. that wasn’t her. the human disposition that was forced so willingly upon her had taken over her initial outlook, switching her morals, whether this was a subconscious thing anymore, it was hard to tell. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍the shit eating grin that the opposing female wore, yonnie wasn’t at all able to comprehend the emotions or motive behind it, something she was by this point a master at doing. as crimson trickles down her right side, there’s not a single falter in her hardened expression -  built through years of torment & sorrow, at least to you and i. to yonnie, her life wasn’t even considered her own so why stress or feel ANYTHING in those regards. sometimes, she wanted to feel it, she wanted to experience something genuine & conscious ... just once. but life is cruel, it’s a dark and horrible place for a being with no means of belonging there. built solely on the foundation of another, why allow herself to feel the pain of a sharp sting caused by one with real emotions ?  that just wasn’t deserved. on either end of things. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍digits dance up toward the growing wound on her arm, strands of jet black flow as the wind whistles through them, introducing the two to an almost unsettling sound of silence. you’d expect cries, plee’s, just a response. but plump tiers remain together, her piercing gaze remaining on the female as cerebrum further induces itself to the torment of figuring out what & who aoi was. what she was made of, why her aura reeked a stench that drove yon to even question her sense of being in the first place. a creature of want, the dames desires those around her - inviting them to her dance of death. however, it seems right now, this statement has been flipped on its head, leaving her in an unfamiliar & confusing position. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍the only time yon felt truly human was with her other half. his cold, worrisome, frantic personality left a negative mark on her and she loved it. she loved feeling these things. the pain, the heartbreak, the disappointment. being an illusion of our reality, this moulding that came from hurt was nothing but a bliss to yonnie. nobody has made her feel anything like that until now, her demeanour, the glass stained in dame’s crimson that lay broken at her feet, the threatening tranquility... it was familiar to her in the best of ways. her expression remained the same, still. unforgiving. after all, pain IS meant to be something we feel, not see. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍  ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛      will you do it again ?    ❜‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍

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