Naotos, you'll receive something from Kanji / Chie respectively soon, I've been out all day!

“Hehe ~ Seven is so pretty~”

“Geezums — you'd think a place comprised of fulfilling dreams would have a better coffee on-tap, huh?” nevermind the peculiarities around a bar-centric dwelling serving hot beverages period, Sampo learned long ago not to linger on unnecessaries. Fancying himself a useless 'lil twirl of his less-than-satisfying drink, Sampo props a heavy arm against the bartop. “Wouldn't drink the water here if I was you.”

Perhaps Sampo'd let that girl get under his skin; let her creep and crawl in all of her creepy and crawly ways. 'Sides, with all the action going on, this talk of 'Death...' maybe this would be his good deed of the year.

“Remem~~ber. If it's too good to be true, it probably is. ”

@filiasiderum!

Got hit with home responsibilities so I can't get to my laptop. So,

inbox call!

specify muses, please!

🎔 + Trumiya? :3

❝ message in the wind: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 "🎔+𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏" | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: | client: @ofhope | 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

Who wins a prize at a carnival/fair/festival: "I try my best to make sure I win whatever she'd want. The look on her face makes it all worth it." Who does most of the cooking: "Wish me luck even walking into that kitchen before her.. coming from someone with super speed she's incredibly quick when it comes down to spoiling people she loves." Who does most of the shopping: "Miya does, BUT I always carry her..so I'd like to call it a team effort." Especially when getting things like Jeuyun chili. Who is hopeless at board games: "That would be Miya too, unfortunately for her Board games were one of our only sources of entertainment..not to mention being a martial artist gave me knowledge on how to roll the dice." Who is always trying to make the other laugh: "That's Miya too..she's a rather incredible woman. Honestly, I'd really love to be the one to make her laugh..but all the pain I've kept inside.." Who has a tendency to give out TMI: "That would be Miya but words just slip out of her at times so I don't really blame her." Who does more DIY projects: "This one's me, I absolutely love going out and trying to make new things..especially after Aether introduced me to his...pocket dimension." Who is the big spoon: "That's an equal position whenever it's cuddle time." Who gives more casual affection: "Yoimiya drowns me in so many hugs and kisses that it's great..I've never been this incredibly happy before in my entire life." Who reads to whom: "I still have my old diary so there are times I ready Miya a story from the past..least not all of it was bad. There were plenty of moments worth remembering." Who brings drinks and food without being asked: "Have I mentioned that my girlfriend's a pro at spoiling me?"

Oooh, it was like she'd struck gold! Careful not to expose too much delight (a trial, to be sure; if she was too excited, Trunks may feel pressured to exchange more than he had originally wanted to, and she'd never wish that of him -- reasonable excitement was difficult, but the comfort of her delighted mattered the very most), Yoimiya settled cross-legged, knee-to-knee, aside him, eager eyes watching with enthrall.

Yoimiya had received pieces of his history; mismatched shapes that never slotted together, not with a satisfying click or with a complete image in mind, and she was more than okay with it. Trunks' face, most often than not, was etched with a sort of timeless sadness Yoimiya earned to erase. To press her thumbs against the crease in his brow to straighten it, to tuck each index finger along his downturned lips to tilt them upright, to hug and hug and hug until that emptiness ceased, but she knew well: that wouldn't help, never fully. So whenever Trunks took the time, allowed his story to be known, Yoimiya dropped everything and all to be at his side, to lend an attentive ear, to lean their shoulders together.

“... Do you ever get dizzy doing all of that? My head's already spinning and I've never been in a time machine before! That'd be part of the fun, though, kind of like a rollercoaster! But uhm, that aside... I'm glad nothing happened to you. That sounds kind of scary, doesn't it -- traveling through time and space, knowing that there's a place devoid of it? It's so... cool! Mostly scary, though.”

If possible, she leant the tiniest bit closer, hair tickling his shoulder. It was terrifying in a way she couldn't comprehend, but above that: she knew Trunks could sus out a way to make it out okay. 100%, even!

“Well, hey - it might not have worked out the way you wanted it to, but just think! You could've ended up anywhere, maybe in a time far before we ever became a thing! You could've been all alone out there, in a big scary world that you've heard about in books and in school, with nobody to be there with you. Luckily for you, you've got me! Itto, Shinobu, the Gang... even if I didn't know you back then, a part of me would've missed you. I would've waited, not knowing why I was waiting.”

Reaching for his hand, Yoimiya clasped it in her own.

“Thank you for trusting me with all of this. The thing about your powers, all the stuff about time... I don't know everything, but I know it's never been easy for you. Nothing has been. So... trusting people might not come naturally to you. That may be just assumption on my part, but I'm grateful you chose me. More than anything else: I'm grateful you chose somebody. You've braved this weight on your shoulders for too long. You could've done so for much longer, too -- but you opted to let me, let Pops', let us all help you carry it. Remember that, anytime it gets too heavy again, okay?”

He couldn’t help but smile, his beloved’s questions often than not meant that her mind was curious and interested in certain things about him and 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 the question lingered around the timeline and the place he was from. His home will always be a touchy subject…or his place in time of it anyway but it was an inevitable question and for Yoimiya to exclusively know of his origins he did not blame her for being so curious in the first place. 

━━   ❝   𝐇𝐦𝐦𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞?  ❞   His words left him softly as he crosses his arms whilst sitting before her before YEAH, he managed to come with an answer. “My home..the place and time I come from was so much different from this. During the good times it was lovely and I think you’d like it. Aside from our technological advancement I think you’d find yourself at home there considering there’s a nation JUST like Inazuma there. The clothes you are, food you eat..so extremely similar that it makes me think certain things are just universal.” Trunks said.

His mind really simply focused on just the 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 when it came to his home world. “If I did had expectations of what a new universe would look like I’d say this lived up to it. I’ve been through hundreds of timelines on different planets..and I got to say Teyvat really takes the cake on spirituality. You guys walk among the gods you worship, some even employed under them.” OF COURSE, it started sour on Inazuma due to the Raiden Shogun being a tyrant but thanks to the efforts of the people, a mysterious blond and him in the sidelines things were as normal as it could be around here.

“That’s the thing..when I tinkered with my machine I was set go back certain centuries into the past..but there’s a space through time where I like to call the 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄, I hypothesize that the zone is where all of time begins and ends simultaneously and us patrollers travel through it to get to the timeline we desire…what happened on that day was a disturbance..A black hole in the temporal zone if you will that snatched my machine out of my control and led me here then everything happened the way I described it..I came into contact with a mysterious, we fought I almost took her down but at the last minute, she did something to me..locked my powers away and sent me further into the world. By the time I woke up I had no memories of her until I began exploring myself..all the while hiding my powers. Then I met you because I really misunderstood where this ancient city was..but I figured It might have been ‘here’ so I needed a vision in case I got into trouble..it would have made me seem..less suspicious…then I found out there was a decree…nothing ever worked with the way I needed them to back then.” He sighs.

“You know, you seem to know a lot about the Shogun — did yooou... serve under her army? I've lived in Inazuma all my life, and I only really know footnotes of what she's done! You know, uh, pre-Decree.”

Pointless to mention: Yoimiya was present for such events. Knew of the nitty-gritty, the ugly most of all. He carried the cadence of Yae Miko, teasing yet not unkind... so, only somewhat like Miss Miko. Maybe it was the hair, rotund and fluffy like a squirrel's tail, the all-knowing posture... either way, Yoimiya felt the same degree of trust she did when in the shared space as Yae Miko, a sort of trust that manifested within moments but felt as if it had began years, centuries prior -- so, that was enough for her.

“You'd more-so fit in with that fluffy General, though! Maybe you guys'd make good friends!”

@nekasu!

Dr. Ratio vs. Warp Trotter

I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

“Anyone else tired of movin' back and forth? How'd the hell Senpai put up with it?”

“I ~ have a question. I promise it's nothing too big,” he needn't feel alienated; worse off, frightful that her thoughts were anything but curious. Perhaps that addition didn't stave away any wriggling thoughts though, and in a haste, Yoimiya smiled, leant to her knees and brushed a strand of hair, likely swept to the side via his actions rather than any sort of vanity, from his obscuring his gaze. “You've mentioned it before, being from a different universe, or something like it - and I was wondering... does this time, wherever or whenever this time is, live up to your expectations?”

It had to be different. The sights, the sound... what was it like then, what will it be like? How much has changed, what will change? Expectantly, Yoimiya waited - expectantly, Yoimiya's smile didn't shift. It wasn't all happy memories, she knew. It couldn't all be bad, she also knew. Regardless, she wanted to know. Drink up every detail that was him, learn through his understanding, create her own path of comprehension. She wished, if only a bit, she could've witnessed it alongside him.

“Liiiike... did you choose to go this far back, or as it kind of a last minute decision sort of thing?”

@scarlxtleaves!

“ heeey, kanji. you got a sec? kinda just wanted to… apologize, i guess? for… being such an ass all the time. “

. . . ?

“The hell you talking about?”

Ever a master of blank stares and thinned lips, Kanji's composure broke. Where was this coming from? Wasn't like Yosuke-senpai to apologize, or really bring up the past... much, in Kanji's presence. There were murmurings of a girl once, one close to his heart, but he'd never pried. Never egged any conversation on, because that wasn't Kanji's to know. Just like...

Oh. Oh, maybe that's where it came from: there. Fighting a grimace at his resurfaced memory, Kanji now understood all too well where Yosuke was coming from, why. Given all that occurred, all that was discovered all that was stuffed inside an overflowing suitcase and came bursting out, Kanji had opted to forget about most of it. Not staring in the face his fear, not choking down the bitterness of his pride, not the warm arms that helped him up for the first time in a long while.

He did forget about what Yosuke had said, though. All the comments that Kanji'd thought too at one point, all toward himself. Thereafter, they continued, but those were remembered. Not shoved under a rug, not erased, just present. Admittedly, they colored most of their interactions. Admittedly, Kanji'd known shame, just not this type of it.

Maybe even knowing that Kanji'd forgotten, Yosuke... apologized.

Huh.

“Yeah, you were an asshole,” Kanji didn't sugarcoat most things, and if the guilty party was openly admitting it... “Assholes don't apologize, though. So...”

Ugh, this was awkward. Nobody'd ever apologized for this sort of thing, they just dropped it. Never talked about it again, and for Kanji's benefit mostly.

“Thanks, man. For what it's worth, I know where it came from.”

All too well, truthfully.

“We're good. Not 'I'll forget about the lunch you owe me' good, but it's a damn good start.”

reserved starter call; any length, probably on the shorter side of things. please check current muselist here, as some have been either moved or deleted.

“Ooo!!! Do you think, since in Fontaine we can go under water, then there's a possibility for us to swim in the stars too?!

Okay, okay, so maybe the sea and the galaxies above are two totally different entities, but maybe there's some sort of... alternate dimension! Where, instead of Fontaine, we get Aonftaine, which specializes in space travel instead of undersea exploration! I wonder if there's a me in that universe, too...”

Also, I have it on my muselist but just in case -- Sampo (with her Gepard), Gepard (with her Sampo) and Dr. Ratio (with her Aventurine) are all singleship with @souldanced. We've discussed our ships highly in-depth, and my characters are now closely tied to her own, their backstories intertwining with her own along with their futures.

I'm just going to leave this here, and keep it here: every blog's on hiatus. I've got a bad depression ongoing that I just can't shake. I don't feel comfortable writing, I don't feel comfortable with my characterization, and existing in most social situations is just... eating me alive.

I know this is the however many-th post here made on the subject, but I just can't get comfortable here. I can't get comfortable in my own skin, nevermind anything else. I'm sorry. I can't guarantee I'll get to you fast, but I'm available to talk on discord about our ships / etc. I don't know when I'll be back. Apologies.

Happy birthday, Billy Kametz. We're still thinking of you, down here.