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grayscale water turns to snow , ice froths in the river as sky turns hard as shinning stone pale sun should be making her shiver. but since her heartbeat turned to sparking wires &. whirring fans its been so bitter. ❝ i always want winter to go but wish for it when summer comes ❞ flakes fall from the ashen sky , flame turns to a cinder just like how her last mania stole their last high &. their fingers have cyan &. copper in their tips.
╰ ––––––– ✧ STARTER : @lofikids
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@lofikids wanted a starter.
the muse they wanted: ipos, a demon prince who bestows courage and boosts inspiration. he can also guide spirits throughout death.
‘ oh !! ’ he exclaimed. bright aquamarine pools stared at his visitor, ornate staff held tightly in his left hand from being startled. pushing back his heavy curls behind elvin ears, the small demon squatted down in greeting. ‘ it’s not often people tend to wander in my territory. what made you curious enough to come here? ’
#lofikids#ipos ( first timeline. )#ipos ( threads. )#here you go !! hope it's ok#and that he can be p nosy kdhgj
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brian knows he won't have a chance to get any flowers tomorrow, so he's getting them a day early. he knows he's left it perhaps a little too late, that there likely won't be any left, but finding motivation to get up and leave his dorm room is hard these days. but he owes sam this much, so he'd thrown on some shoes and headed for the nearest convenience store, and luck seems to be on his side for once. a single, solitary bouquet of flowers is left. but just as his hand connects with it, so does someone else's. maybe he's not so lucky after all...
@lofikids ♡'d for a starter
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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.
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@lofikids
“Oh, so...how do you know the bride and groom?” Well, it was worth it to spend his spring break with family, and he’d been invited to a wedding. Sitting at the table, he realized how odd it was to get married. It’s a piece of paper, isn’t it? Just a piece of paper and a ring, but he doesn’t outright say it. Some people are more mystical about marriage and such. “I think they’re my parent’s friends? I don’t actually know them.” Oisín admitted. “It’s a good excuse for free food, though.”
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 @lofikids ,
“ don’t tilt your head back ! ” he’s quick to pull out tissues from his backpack and hand it to them. “ it’ll make the nosebleed worse. does this just happen to you ? ”
#taken from 1 of the ask memes u rb'd !#srry this is late !#lofikids#* ⠀ ⠀ ⏳ ⠀ ⠀ ／ ⠀ ⠀ SIWOO K.⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ conversations ⠀ ❫
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@lofikids in response to this.
she can’t help that her immediate response is to roll her eyes so hard it nearly hurts paired with her lightly shoving colt’s shoulder with a small huff. of course, on her end, she was really only trying to help. even if it were only a nosebleed, in a way he had gotten hurt trying to “rescue” her in the first place, even though she certainly hadn’t been in any need of saving to begin with. the other male who’d been speaking to her had only been trying to flirt, much to anzu’s annoyance, but she was handling it gracefully enough on her own before colt decided to barge into the conversation. well, at least his heart was in the right place.
“not at all, ugly.” she retorts, sticking her tongue out at him, her nose scrunching up in the process. their friendship was an odd one, at least to anzu, because they bickered more than they got along. that was mainly due to anzu’s own ability to grow irritated over the most simple of things, but his general behavior didn’t help anything. she finds herself snorting when he speaks again, completely checked out of her initial panic over his bloody nose. he could continue to bleed for all she cared. “and what exactly is that supposed to mean, huh? you’re implying i’m wasting my face? how?”
she hates to admit that she’s offended, but the comment did sting a little. it wasn’t as though she hadn’t heard something similar before, and perhaps it’s thinking of that woman that has her blood boiling all over again. somehow he’d managed to get a rise out of her by barely even lifting a finger, how annoying. why did she spend time with him again? with that thought she turns on her heel and begins to stomp away, suddenly determined to find herself a nice cup of hot chocolate and perhaps better company as well.
“you suck!” she makes sure to shout that over her shoulder, but despite her current exasperation, inwardly she hoped he’d follow. getting drinks by yourself was so lonely, and she was tired of being alone.
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@lofikids:
she's CRYING. literally, sobbing. a shovel in her hand, the garden looking like a literal tornado had wiped its way through it --- it seems her fruit & vegetable planting session didn't necessarily go as it was originally intended to go today, ❛ you just ... wouldn't respond - after i hit you with the shovel - and - ❜
mika, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world, snuck behind henry & quite literally whacked him with the tool. not sure what the brunette viewed the outcome to be, but we all know at this point that mike isn't necessarily the brightest spark on the planet, ❛ i really thought it was going to jail today. i already wrote a list of where to put the body henry. ❜
His head is throbbing. On top of that, his vision is somewhat blurry and Henry feels like he’s going to throw up any second now. It’s a concussion. It must be. Now she really did it – Mika outdid herself, no doubt. He didn’t even know what had knocked him out this hard, nor did he try to figure it out as the throbbing pain in his head makes thinking quite difficult. But when she reveals the cause of it to him, all he can do is stare at her with his mouth wide open.
“... A shovel? You hit me with a shovel?! Jesus Christ, Mika. Sometimes I really don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you.”
His words came out harsher than intended, but can she really blame him? Henry himself blames his irritation on the concussion, but that’s just a faint observation. Raising his voice makes him feel even dizzier, however; so with a calmer voice he then simply says: “Great.” After a moment of silence, he speaks up again – and this time, even if just slightly, there’s the smallest tone of amused curiosity in his voice. “What’s on that list, then?”
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Sit back and puff a L! 🌬💨🥦🔥🌳🌲🌴🌱!! #beats #brothakandoo #skunkweed #dutchmaster #dutchyhead #akaimaster #mpc1000 #jazzhop #lofikids #lofibeats #12bit #90s #classichiphop #weed #studio #makingbeats
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broadcast the boom
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2LAsdLd
by lofikid
Lance and Keith's holiday escapades as they take the streets of New York City, Paris, and Varadero. It's midwinter blizzards and gas station coffee. Designer chic and smoking off rooftops. Fireworks and sandy hair. Their final moments before the changing of the year and tide.
Words: 7163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Nadia Rizavi, Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Mother (Voltron), Lance's Grandmother (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Curtis (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Holding Hands, Holidays, Beach Holidays, Christmas, First Christmas, Christmas Eve, Paris (City), Alternate Universe - Paris, Cuban Lance (Voltron), New York City, New York, New Year's Eve, New Year's Resolutions, New Year's Kiss, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Light Angst
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2LAsdLd
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broadcast the boom
read it on the AO3 at broadcast the boom
by lofikid
Lance and Keith's holiday escapades as they take the streets of New York City, Paris, and Varadero. It's midwinter blizzards and gas station coffee. Designer chic and smoking off rooftops. Fireworks and sandy hair. Their final moments before the changing of the year and tide.
Words: 7163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Nadia Rizavi, Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Mother (Voltron), Lance's Grandmother (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Curtis (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Holding Hands, Holidays, Beach Holidays, Christmas, First Christmas, Christmas Eve, Paris (City), Alternate Universe - Paris, Cuban Lance (Voltron), New York City, New York, New Year's Eve, New Year's Resolutions, New Year's Kiss, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Light Angst
read it on the AO3 at broadcast the boom
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@lofikids | 💐
naomi puckers her lips as she leans over the railing of the riverwalk, looking across the water at the other bank. it’s nice out here, at this time of night. all the tourists are gone and it’s just her and the water. well- tonight it’s her and a friend, who she looks at with a grin on her face. “ do you think you could make it if you jumped across the river ? ”
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cont’d. // @lofikids
mika carries a warm & welcoming aura with her. so the sense of ease is not an uncommon feat when it comes to the tiny brunette. as insane as she is, making friends is as easy as 1 2 3 for miss song. her gaze shifts up from her phone, optics immediately brightening at the thought of potential food. soon follows her lips- curving up at the corners, lifting her expression entirely. a content nod as she points toward daewon.
❛ oh yeah ???? i’d LOVE that !!! when are you thinking about going ? i have nothing to do at all today so- so i’m free whenever. yep. ❜
tan lips pursed underneath his mask, it wasn’t like she could see his tension, but he’d certainly felt it. he doesn’t like others being involved in his personal life, let alone know the normal life he attempted to lead beyond his chaotic one. daewon then tipped his phone over to reveal the restaurant he’d been interested in. if he really seemed to like it, he could always come back another time - alone.
‘ i don’t work till eight tonight anyways, so if we leave a little early, we can beat the crowd and i don’t have to worry about getting sick on stage. ’
#lofikids#daewon ( threads. )#daewon ( first timeline. )#here he is !!#possibly the most awkward and paranoid child i have tryna make friends kdjfghj
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❛ what , you’re gonna shoot me ? ❜ COLLTT
( tw: blood mention, drug mention )
the rabbit's pink tuft of a tail bobs ahead of her, just out of reach as she skitters behind it, clamoring along in her too high heels. there's ribbon laced around her ankles, tied in a bow, a ribbon tied around her neck, also fashioned into a bow. hot pink, against the pastel of her dress. this time the rabbit dons a red bowtie, perched perfectly against his neck. she doesn't stop to wonder how it stays on as he runs ahead, quick enough that she can't grasp him, but slow enough she doesn't lose him in the otherwise pitch black surroundings. her heels clack against the ground, echoing against the walls that seemingly go on forever. there's no way to tell where one begins and the other ends, no way of telling how far she's traversed thus far with nothing to go off of. a quick look back over her shoulder reveals nothing to her, so she turns back around to continue her chase.
the rabbit is nowhere to be found. aoi skids to a halt, placing her hands on her hips with an annoyed huff as she turns this way and that, eyes darting around the darkness with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the rabbit. he's nowhere to be found. so, with no other choice, she continues to walk in the direction she assumes to be forward. something inside her compels her to continue down that specific track and she does so with her head held high, though her eyes are narrowed and her lips twisted into a frown. there's nobody to impress in the darkness, nothing to toy with, no reason for saccharine smiles or gentle hands. she sighs as she continues forward, each click of her heel irritating her more the further she continued on. one step, two steps, three steps, she continues with no way of knowing how much time has passed. she's aware her feet hurt, but the ribbons keep the heels fastened and she's in no mood to struggle with the tight knots wrung around her limbs. she'd just have to keep walking. and walking. and walking. how boring.
suddenly a light flickers on, a lightbulb slowly moving to and fro hangs directly above her and a light buzz fills the room. her frown only grows as she stops walking, looking straight up towards the bulb before turning to asses her surroundings. nothing else seems to have changed. the rest of the world is still shrouded in darkness. she runs a hand through her hair in irritation, hissing when they snag in a tangle near the ends of her hair, and stomps one foot down against the ground. it booms in the silence. she covers her eyes, rubs her palms harshly against them, and nearly screams. she bites it down at the last second. when she pulls her hands away she's in her room, lying on the floor next to her bed. next to her are her heels, her dress is thrown haphazardly across the bed. she's dressed in a shirt she doesn't remember owning and she picks at it curiously, her brows furrowing at the graphic design on the front. it's much too big for her, fits her more like a dress, and smells like cologne. she rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to a sitting position, immediately grabbing her head with a groan, the world going black the moment she is straight. her body feels light and she nearly falls back, but she manages to hold herself up, giving her a few seconds before she blinks against the light of the sun shining into her room. right, she'd forgotten to close the drapes. rookie mistake. she rubs her hands against her eyes again, uncaring of the makeup smudging below them causing her to look like a raccoon and finally rises to her feet. she staggers for a moment, throws her hands out to catch herself, but steadies and leaves to asses the rest of her apartment. she doesn't notice the opened bottle of orange pills on her bedside table.
a cursory glance around her place reveals no sort of danger nor any answers to why her head hurt so bad, but she wasn't a fool. she was well aware she relied too heavily on her vices to make her way through her days, but without them she felt lost. even now, the lights seemed to bright and the world a bit too dull. she digs her nails into her own palm and frowns, bringing her fist up to her mouth to bite on her thumbnail. a habit she did when she was thinking, typically only seen when her mind wasn't clouded or filling the world with distorted visions. already, she missed the pink. upon noticing her phone on the counter she grabs it and scrolls through the few texts she's received, not bothering to respond to any until she comes across a familiar name. her face lights up immediately and she's quick to tap away at the screen, uncaring that she's managed to lose most of her fake nails. only four remained overall. bright lime green. when had she chosen that color? no matter, it was time to replace them, anyway.
[ sms: colt ] hiiiiii~ ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ
[ sms: colt ] i need your assistance right now!! it's an emergency!!!!
[ sms: colt ] i appear to be bleeding! there's so much blood!! ehehe i don't want to die~ ☆d(o⌒∇⌒o)b
she doesn't think as she types and tosses her phone away as soon as she's finished. it dings but she's not too concerned with the reply, instead her focus is on the knives in their holder, the small bit of silver she can see gleaming in the light, almost as though it's mocking her. she hums, flopping half onto her counter where a half finished box of cereal sits. she reaches in, pulls out a handful and shoves it into her mouth. it's stale. how long had it been sitting out? oh well. another look around reveals that she hasn't cleaned in quite a long time, at least, she assumes so based on what a disaster her place appeared to be. in the corner cowers a group of small yokai. she only glares at them before spinning on her heel, box of cereal in hand as she continues to shovel it into her mouth. she wasn't sure if she even had other food to choose from. it'd do for now. she was only slightly hungry to begin with.
she's not sure how much time passes, she's long finished what was left of the cereal and the box now lies discarded on the floor, half crushed from where usagi had used it as a means to jump onto the couch to lie on aoi's chest. he's purring and she's content, a small smile on her face. she may have found the world and her surroundings pitifully boring, but there were few things that made her happy the way usagi did. his fur felt nice under her fingers. she wondered if the rabbit would feel as nice. the thought causes her to frown, though she's pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a knock at her door. she jolts into a sitting position and usagi leaps away, retreating to his usual spot beneath the couch, his eyes barely visible in the shadows. it's still daytime, but she could never be too prepared, so she grabs the closest thing to her that could be used as a threat, or perhaps even a weapon if need be. a toy gun, bright pink and small, that only shot little pellets. meant to be nothing more than a party gag. it'd have to do. with furrowed brows she opens the door, forgetting the peephole existed in her mission to eliminate the potential threat. she points, finger on the trigger, before blinking, bewildered. colt? right, she'd asked him to come over. why did she do that again? no matter. he was here. she wasn't hurt. he was probably going to be angry. aoi finds herself smiling.
"what , you’re gonna shoot me?"
"shoot you? i'd never! i thought you were a big, scary man coming to take me away! maybe the owner of this shirt coming back to retrieve it, i don't know. but not you! never you!" she tugs him inside before he has a chance to escape, strong despite her small stature. you couldn't be weak when your main job was hunting yokais. she basically slams the door shut with a kick of her foot and tosses the toy gun off to the side, quick to crowd his space as she usually did. he was there, a beacon of color in her dull world, even if she didn't like him much. or maybe she did. she couldn't be so sure. she liked his company enough, so perhaps she didn't fully dislike him. friendship was confusing. feelings even more so. she'd dwell on it some other time.
"ah, so, i may have lied. i'm not really hurt." her arms find their way behind her back and she kicks at the floor, feigning nervousness and guilt. she pouts for added effect, looking up at him through her lashes. "you're not mad, right?"
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