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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

i'll be making my (hopeful) return soon! I'm still not sure what I'll do about my current drafts, but I'll try to reply to what I can the next time I sit down and get to work. I'll be splitting my attention between here and commission work, as well as a trip that my wife and I are taking in a couple weeks (which I will have to take a brief hiatus for when that pops up--)!

while I don't want to make this (or any) blog my top priority, I do want to be consistent in posting the replies I have -- might try to run on a queue system for awhile and see how it works. my biggest priority is going to be doing more and caring for my family, which means leaning more into commission work until / unless I can land a job. I love everyone here (very dearly), and I definitely want to keep writing! but I think I'll be a lot easier to reach through discord for more casual writing, if anyone decides they'd like to take up that route.

I appreciate everyone's patience with me, and the continued support. I want to get Ninazu back up and running soon, as well as doing more with my other girls in the future!

Here's to a new year, and to writing more together!

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I now understand why Atropa is so hard for me to write -- her brain does just. not. stop. thinking. or slow down. at all. to be fair, neither does my own, however, the closest comparison that makes the most sense to me is -- HER brain works like how MY brain works on a caffeine rush. that's just how hers works normally. it is SO hard for her to keep track of her own thoughts.

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i should dig through some memes to reblog here....

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hi welcome to your local bunny gathering... but there are no actual bunnies?? (and only two humans, at that--)

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DOUBLE CAFFEINATION WHEEEE

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Such industrial questions, she truly wasn't expecting that kind of onslaught. This kind of spotlight was not one she wished to be under. For a short spell, her brain disconnects. Her heart pattered away a little faster at the prospect of answering those kinds of menial yet still integral inquiries, because the truth is, she was given that precise information ages ago... she simply remembers none of it.

❝Ah, well,❞ she hopes her potentially nervous smile doesn't give away the thousands of neurons going off full blast behind her eyes. She's practiced in keeping it steady, or so she thought. Her professionalism immediately at stake, she fumbles for the necessary answers. ❝Conton, at this point, has become fairly self-sufficient... There are more jobs here than just time patrollers, after all. It functions as any other city, really.❞ Hurriedly, she sips her tea, biding time for further thought. Any sort of vague blather would likely do... wouldn't it? ❝As for feedback, well... I'm sure all the citizens know it's acceptable to bring any thoughts or comments to my or Chronoa's attention. We do try our best to listen to everyone's concerns...❞ Although she's never retained a single comment of such in her life.

Thankfully, a distraction arrives in the form of a brief display of Zamasu's creation skills, and abruptly, Atropa finds herself a twinge astonished, and jealous. How he managed to form something sentient within seconds stuns her, comparing this to her personal struggle of crafting even simple objects that take her at least minutes. However, there seems to be little time to address this. He's caught her off guard a moment later. Grateful for the change in topic, the teacup in hand is gently set down onto its saucer as she stares, as if shocked that he would show genuine concern for her wellbeing. He doesn't know her, she thinks, does it really matter to him? Her expression quickly returns to neutral.

❝I mean, it's fine,❞ she merely brushes it off, quickly realizing that would not be the apt thing to do, and she redirects. ❝It is... indeed a lot of work. But that may be due to how high-profile all of that work is? Only few can be trusted with it.❞ Her eyes lower, momentarily, perhaps in a brief spark of contemplation. Just as quickly, that gaze flicks upward, and an imposed smile curls her lips. ❝I've been alright. There's no need to worry about me, you know. But you're very sweet for checking in on me.❞ Not many really do.

❝As you wish, I would not be opposed in any significant degree to commencing our conversation in a more casual manner.❞ Most certainly, Zamasu could have stiffened his demeanor and argued, perhaps even accurately, that Atropa's position was intrinsically one of infinitely greater potency than his own, but a call for informality was oft for the sake of one's comfort - for building familiarity. What felt as the temporal length of the blink of an eye, he was consigned to never again working with his fellow deities in any manner, and yet here he was... it was something of a miracle that he himself was being so entreated by the other.

His back straightened to propriety in his seat, and the immortal poured his own cup of tea, preferring to speak as he did so than to wait and drink first. ❝In this, Conton City, I am curious as to the matter of food and drink for all its inhabitants, as well as the matter of other sorts of items created. How are materials sourced? In addition, is there any way for citizens of the city to provide feedback in relation to the city and its status, that it may continuously improve into perpetuity?❞

A pause, and he set the pot down, snapping his fingers to draw forth a creation of a small winged ball of positive light - a pixie - to fetch something from afar.

❝It is my understanding that the task of curation of time is among the most harsh of all divine professions, my very presence in this place standing as testament of such. How well are you coping with this, the great pressures of all creation, Atropa?❞ Sincere concern - for universes were able to have 5 Supreme Kais, and yet, the Supreme Kai of Time's support system in the task of Godhood came with very little, and needed so much more; he would not wish for such stress to befall Atropa unaided.

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Your Dating Service

❝Excuse you -- I would charge much more than that. Of course you're never dating again, because clearly you won't put in the effort that I deserve!❞

❝E-ehhh?! Wh-what went wrong? Did I say or do something not to your liking?❞

❝Is that not common among mortalkind? You care for the one you are courting.❞

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❝Hey, no need for any of that,❞ the apprentice insists upon seating herself. ❝We're in the same position here, aren't we? You don't have to refer to me so professionally, you know.❞

She perches herself upon the tables edge, elbows just an inch or two from the lip while her hands cradle her head. The sweet treats practically dwarf the table itself, though his attentiveness of her comfort settled well with her. She can't recall the last time she'd met someone so… chipper. Or, at least, she can't recall the last time she'd met someone this cute. While his eloquent flow of speech sometimes caused the cogs in her mind to stall, she nonetheless understood, generally, what was said. However, what was said meant little -- his voice itself was the main attraction.

❝You've got questions?❞ She asks, resetting her posture to a more poised position while she daintily lifts the teacup provided. Taking a sip, she relishes the faint sweetness of its aftertaste, a smile on her painted lips. ❝Feel free to shoot, I'll answer the best I can.❞

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"My great thanks to you, Supreme Kai of Time, for taking the time to make a personal appearance before one of this foundation's mentors."

Though some would erroneously refrain from using the title upon the Supreme Kai of Time's apprentice, it only felt correct to use the title. Anything else would imply that she does not yet perform a Supreme Kai's laborious work. Baklava was stacked high upon dinner plates before her, tea was poured - to say he was truly quite pleased to be here, to be performing this work, would be a microcosm of the truth.

"I had much I wished to inquire upon, in regards to what is now our shared work, this realm which we call home. And in regards to more informal affairs should it please you to do so."

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Does Atropa feel fulfilled in her current work?

❝Hmmm...❞ Atropa muses, putting what seems to be serious thought into the inquiry. Digits intwine themselves in her hair, her brows creased in her contemplation.

❝... Kinda?❞ She settles on as her answer. ❝It's a lot of learning and telling me what to do, how things are supposed to be, 'hey, get a team together to fix this time distortion', 'can you go to this universe and check something for me'... It's a lot.❞

❝I do my best, of course, but it's hard to stay engaged when it's just all the same boring stuff, you know? It isn't exactly what I expected when I was signed up for this whole 'apprentice' shtick.❞

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i need to stop talking to thane about atropa bc every time I do, it basically uproots my entire perspective of her character and makes me have to rethink so MUCH

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hmm... i'm thinkin........ azi's got more orange-ish blood like his mama. hmmm.

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"... I see a couple of kids who were not registered in the Timescrolls. And it happens to be their birthday, huh? Interesting. Let me just... Jot it down on my Chronodevice..."

twins' birthday!

He stiffens immediately, vaguely recognizing the vocabulary and even the uniform, to a degree. He and his sister were warned of this...

❝H-haha, y-- yeah,❞ he gulps, frankly unsure of how to handle the situation. ❝I guess we were just never... filed in the system! Wow, I wonder how that happened...❞ He hoped she wouldn't ask questions. He also hopes his sister stays distracted, wherever she is...

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❝Mmm... yeah...❞ The apprentice's words teetered off rather suspiciously, her finger coiling around her hair. ❝Buuut a lot of our patrollers are kinda busy right now. We don't have enough people to help with this mission, sooo...❞ Her hand unfurls from her hair, index finger pointed upward as she dons a rather energetic smile -- as if this were merely a casual request.

❝Could you lend a hand?❞

"Yer askin for my help with the temporal disturbance? Aint I suppose to stay away from that type of stuff? I thought I was just supposed to train people and all that."

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❝It's a lot to explain,❞ Azimua insists, unsure how valuable it would truly be to try and tell him of the situation. This interaction would not last, and sharing such sensitive information would effectively be worthless. Best to keep his distance, merely help the guy find his friend, escort him out of this timeline, and that would be it. ❝It wouldn't be worth telling you. Let's just get going.❞

Though… he didn't consider that he didn't actually know who they were looking for, nor what he looked like. The stranger stops the pair, pulling out his cellphone and purportedly skimming through his photos, looking for one to show as an example. Curiously, he paused and watched...

The image that crosses his eyes stuns him into silence. His eyes glued to the screen, all he can do is stare, his jaw dropped. He bypassed the other young man in the image completely, his attention instead on the woman holding the cake. The woman in the photo… she appeared slightly younger, but there was no mistaking that face. He's seen it every day all his life.

His gaze focuses intensely upon the stranger, a hand abruptly placing itself upon the shoulder of the stranger. The words slip from his mouth faster than he can think: ❝How do you know my mother?❞

That surprised him..okay sure it was an annual event held once every four years..but the way this guy said YEARS it really made it sound like there hasn’t been a single tournament indefinitely. So..that really explains how this guy never heard of Goten’s father.  ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫...   ❞  It was a shame the boy did not elaborate more on WHY it’s important that they do this quick and avoid his sister as best as possible. Who were these people?? Did she have a strong energy signature like this guy?

“A lot of this isn’t making sense..but whatever bro I’ll trust you.” After all, whilst the city LOOKS familiar..it definitely wasn’t West City anymore..there were FEWER towers…and surprisingly enough more little houses..where he could see tons of other domesticated animals roam. “Either way..” Trunks pulls out his cellphone and began cycling through their photos and he managed to find one of his recent birthday. There were three people in that photo as he showed the other the screen: Trunks, Goten and of course Ninazu herself holding the cake. “This is what he looks like.”

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i really do want to do more with the twins, honestly -- i feel like by now they've garnered and grown their own personalities separate from their parents, even if their parents are still paramount. I understand the whole stigma against ship children, especially ship children between an OC/Canon ship, but like............. but like...... i mean..... please

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Ah, what a GLORIOUS day it is, years ago this was the day his twins had drew breath for the first time. His beloved had given birth to two stars that would surely illuminate the skies. Their date of birth was quite a cause for celebration so he made it into a city wide event where they would be given gifts as offerings from the people

.━━   ❝   𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.    ❞  He said placing hh and upon each of their heads. “Witness how the townsfolk cheer in revelry over my two BLESSINGS, for you both are truly the light of the world.”

twins' birthday!

The two stood before him with varying levels of excitement. Their birthday was certainly an occasion, at least around their homestead, as their mother would often make a big deal of it from the day they were born. Every year after, it was their mother who would organize at least a modest celebration, and eventually, that seems to have rubbed off on their father.

Azimua shifts uncomfortably. So much attention being hoisted upon him felt odd, even wrong. His gaze roves beside him, relishing that at least his sister was taking equal amounts of attention -- however, she seemed to revel in it. He figured that would be the case; she always did mirror their father. Whereas he was of a softer nature, quieter, preferring to keep to himself, Amashi was rather the opposite. She loved being doted upon, loved the praise, reveled in being put upon a pedestal. The concept is so foreign to him, yet to her, it seems natural -- encouraged, even.

Amashi, overwhelmed with rare feelings of affection, latches herself onto her father in a snug embrace. Her smile is warm and bright, an unreal sight for most who know her, but not at all surprising considering who she holds. Nuzzling against his chest, the older twin lovingly imparts, ❝Thank you, Daddy.❞

Awkwardly, the younger stands in place, his eyes sticking to the floor. Suddenly, Azi feels warmth at his hand, causing him to peer down. To his surprise, his sister's fingers curled around his palm, seemingly tugging him forward. He stares at her, dumbfounded, but her forceful second jerk was enough to urge him into abiding by her request. He draws closer until he's flush with their father, and now understanding what she wanted of him, he coils his arm around him, his hand still captive in Ama's. To be in his father's arms is a rarity, especially these days. What's more, it wasn't often that Amashi initiated physical contact, thus he found this strange, however… a part of him felt some smidgen of warmth. It brings a smile to his face, which Ama notices.

Judging by the sudden pain in his foot, courtesy of her own stomping on it, and how quickly she ripped her hand away from his, she didn't take that well. Regardless, Azi laughs, utterly amused.

❝Happy birthday, Ama.❞

He watches as she recoils, retreating into the comfort of their father. He could swear he sees color seeping into her cheeks.

❝… Happy birthday, Azi.❞

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oh god he's sweating