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“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...”

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"You can ride on a shark?!"

Stepping outside of Inazuma was a task, one done with finely-measured patience and lifelong imagination. She hadn't held disdain for her home, the opposite -- but her ideas had grown stagnant, and a gulp of fresh not-sea-air was one most tempting! Admittedly, her father hadn't enjoyed the idea as much as her, Natlan still infamous for its in-and-out wartime status, but if she could sneak around a Shogun, revered as a god among her people, surely she could dodge some fire here and there.

What Yoimiya hadn't expected was, well, someone riding on a shark! Right outta' the entryway too, floating about as if the energetic tunes made airbound carried her rather than the weight of her Vision! Laughter spilled from her lips as droplets rained down, a background beat accompanying the stranger's every move.

"I've never seen anyone use their Vision like that! The most I ever did was use mine for hot baths, but this is above and beyond a well-temperatured spa-day!"

@ashesglow, starter - Mualani!

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"Soo, I've heard all kinds of tales about mystical creatures... but I don't recall hearing any of 'em from you!"

It's not the most ordinary welcoming, but how else to greet a new, wandering face? While by no means the town-crier or the daily gossip, Yoimiya believed herself pretty well cemented in the infrastructure of Inazuma, knowing most passersby with a mere glance. Memory escaped her here, the face unsure, name not even on the tip of her tongue, more puzzles than fixed-together positives.

Kitsune, Tanuki, Oni, Youkai... some she knew on a more personal level, others a mystery to be discovered beneath the guise of nightfall. In spite of their mysticality, they oft were sided elsewhere, tugged out of public, scoffed at on the streets -- a sentiment Yoimiya couldn't wrap her head around, didn't want to. For a place so mysterious and fantastical, they typically kept to themselves, formed their own bands of like-minded souls. Hopefully, should she have overstepped her bounds, the stranger would just roll his eyes and go about his way.

Unfortunately, Yoimiya wasn't easy to scare off.

"Whenever you're ready, I'll pull up a seat!"

@thuganomxcs, starter!

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I do this on my other blog too, but when people follow me here I'm like 🥺👉👈 you want ... Miya too?

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"In case anyone's been wondering... I have been enjoying all the sights Fontaine has to offer!"

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character headcanon generator — 10 headcanons! Generate 10 headcanons and share whether they're true or not. Repost, don't reblog.

Yoimiya can't spell resturaunt.

She can! Whenever it comes to reading, spelling, easy-to-grasp math problems, I think Yoimiya is likely bursting with them; as much as she loves encouraging the little ones to have fun, I think she also likes teaching them little things here and there! Plus, she's gotta be there to help with their homework, right?

2. Yoimiya's favorite color is pink.

Hmm... I think she could like it, but likewise with my other muse, Chie, I think Yoimiya feels certain elements of 'femininity' don't fit her; she's not quite as elegant as Ayaka, and although she could certainly clean up if she wanted to... she, if unintentionally, tends to stray from those things. Our girl's confident, but sometimes she wanes.

this was so extra for just asking about a color preference I'm sorry tldr it's not her favorite, but she does like it!

3. Yoimiya reads wattpad.

Listen, in a modern AU... she 100% would and would fawn over every romance. Self-inserts herself sometimes and sighs adoringly at the prospect of living that sort of lovey-dovey fantasy... romance, action, fantasy and mystery would be her favored genres.

4. Yoimiya does intricate and expensive cosplays.

Cosplay and especially prop-making would be her bread and butter! Although in her canon universe, I suppose it would be only costumes... but I think every version of Yoimiya would thrive in making the fabrics, sketching the concept, testing hairstyles and finalizing the look... I like to think whenever the spookier season comes around, she helps with picking out costumes for the kids.

5. Yoimiya has an incredible short-term memory but an awful long-term memory.

Oooh, I like this one! I could see it being accurate to an extent, sort of like how a firework pops, fizzles out but the smoke still remains. I think Yoimiya forgets less important things, like what her favorite dish is or if she wore socks last night before heading to bed, but she remembers most - if not - everything about a person. She believes that which is said to her is very, very important, and keeps it locked away in her 'lil heart.

6. Yoimiya is very good at using chopsticks.

Honestly, this gal eats with her hands most times. I think she gets a 'lil too clumsy for chopsticks sometimes, but she can manage her way around them!

7. Yoimiya can't handle criticism.

I think she can handle critiques well, but growing up it might've frustrated her. I think she would've been impatient in following her father's footsteps, so whenever a firework would backfire or she would mess up a color sequence, she would be upset by it. An adult now, it's embarrassing to recount on, but necessary -- she's grown from that, and now values patience more than ever.

8. Yoimiya sleeps in until noon.

Oh certainly, Yoimiya's sleep schedule is horrid. She will work all night if she's got an order due, work all day, work again all night until it's ready! She's great at a lot of things, but she fails poorly in taking care of her sleep schedule. You can find her passed out atop her working bench most days, or sprawled across the floor. Few times does she actually land in bed before sleeping.

9. Yoimiya is a great artist.

She wouldn't consider herself great, but she tries! She likes to sketch the trajectory of her fireworks / the color pattern before she gets to work, and most things she owns has a doodle or three on them.

10. Yoimiya is constantly singing for no reason.

10000000% and whatever equivalent Genshin has of a boyband Yoimiya has memorized every lyric and sings them loudly and proudly

Tagging... @crimsontwins (for Sera!), @scarlxtleaves (for any muse!), @chibitantei, @electricea, @rubctosis, @mysticallities (for Nicole!), @astrxlfinale and anyone else that wants to do this, it was very fun!

Thank you @melodicbreeze for tagging me! <3

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Ousama ni Sasagu Kusuriyubi | hold hands

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Unintentionally realized that Yoimiya's dad is already a worry wort canonically, so imagine his reaction to the Yakuza verse. 😭

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L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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"But you like when I say dumb things," a squeeze -- the python tightening her coils around her prey! "Especially when I say them about you! Ooor ~ I guess 'us' in this case."

Spring nights were the best! Chill, but not cold; better when warmth is spread from one to the other, through twined fingers or an embrace. If Yoimiya were to put a name to this peculiar predicament they were in… she supposed it fit the label of embrace, her arms fastened cozily along his broad back, leg keeping him secured against her. She did perfectly suit the claim of "needy girlfriend," devoid of any shame in the fact. A hum of consideration -- he was treating her for this act?

"Rice curry sounds perfect for this kinda' night, don't you think? A perfect blend of spice, fantastic for these cooler nights! Plus, you know I'd eat anything you fixed up. I'd even pay! Buuut you wouldn't make your girlfriend do that," a nuzzle against his head, lips curved in a perfect pout. "Right? Riiight?"

She would pay anyway, sneakily leaving some cash behind in his jacket pocket, hidden underneath a pillow, placed beneath a mug. What Yusuke didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and who knows? Maaaybe he would think he left some money someplace, and he wouldn't suspect anything out of place whatsoever.

"You know, I might just nap here. Nap now, rice curry later! After all, you won't be able to wiggle out until I~~ say so!"

… Not really, but a valiant attempt.

"Or, or, ooor. Rice curry now, and we could take a nap together?"

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"Sorry," a hiss of sympathy, fingers dutifully dotting at the remnants of antiseptic. "I would've warned you, but sometimes the anticipation hurts more than the actual pain."

Absently, she wondered: how many times had he been in this position before? Her heart tugged at the thought, a younger Yusuke -- sore from a high school brawl. Whether the perpetrator or the unfortunate second party, he would be blamed all the same; all while nursing a nasty bruise, a weeping injury. Yoimiya was fortunate enough to catch him upon occasion, either walking him to and 'fro the nurse's office or borrowing supplies herself to touch up any and all hurt. Yusuke was always reprimanded, always made the candidate for most blame.

True, Yusuke was a fighter even then, his injuries sometimes less than his opponent's, but the other was always believed innocent, the unfortunate bystander to Yusuke's unchecked rage. It always gnawed at her; how the same would play out, how Yusuke would take it. She knew why, never thought less of him for it. Who could? Who would?

It was fighting a losing battle, but Yusuke always secured one victory; always the toughest on the field, but knowing when to withhold a punch and when to go all out.

The Yusuke now, battered and hurt, was the very same. Fighting in a different playground, still ostracized as the delinquent, but always standing his ground. When in a place as dangerous as this, with an underground as frightening as this.

(She was no better, she knew. They both shouldn't be here; shouldn't be around these influences. They would stay though, 'till their toll was paid.)

"I promise." Yusuke had said; she knew he would get hurt again, bleed through gauze again, split his lip again, but for this moment, Yoimiya seared the words into her mind, etched them into her heart. Her breath stuttered just as her heartbeat did, this voice -- featherlight, unlike how he usually spoke. It was soft, so soft her chest ached, like they were kids again and Yusuke promised to go play with her, or that he'd not go outside at night, or that he'd be good.

Yoimiya smiled, beamed, her fingertips dancing from his shoulder to his chin, framing it just so. He was still beat up, but looked better than he had first tumbling into her doorway… the major difference being the hint of flush on his cheeks. She had never caught that, not once -- not even when they teased and joked, whenever she clung to his arm or wrapped her arms 'round his neck in a hug. This was different, just as the kiss to his lips had been.

An irreversible change, but one that … she yearned for, rather than fought against.

Even when the idea of a sponge bath is brought up.

"Sure, but you're stuck with my body wash," Yoimiya stood, gathering unused bits of gauze in her hands, pieces of medical tape and empty packages that once held bandaids of varying shape. "What're your thoughts on smelling like Sakura? Or how about sugar cookie? To me, you seem like a Sakura kinda' guy."

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Unsure when the time is right for this, but: starter call! Multis, please specify your muse!

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pyro flamenco

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"I really don't think I do, I think you're just persistent!"

It was a way of cooling down an intense topic. Sugar onto a wound rather than salt, the pain present -- but not a sting. Yusuke was good at that, putting matters bluntly without any hurt involved... oft, that went unseen. Most people saw a jerk, a being devoid of 'adequate' emotion, and just that: being, forsaking his humanity. Yusuke wasn't the type to wear his heart on his shoulder, but Yoimiya could see it bleed all the same; used to it as he may be, Yoimiya wished he hadn't become so accustomed to it. Used to being shrugged off, as if beneath his words hadn't lied all of his truth, concern.

Sure, Yoimiya held the capacity to be greedy, but she desperately wished she wasn't the only one able to see it.

Letting the sadder topic fester, Yoimiya nodded, nodded, nodded thrice, stepping in broad circles 'round her friend. Late at work, she can understand that, late dealing with ingredients for said job, got it, he's free to be in her room--

"Heeey, you don't usually joke whenever food's involved," pokes ceased, Yoimiya - instead - insisted upon pinching his cheeks, curving them up into a smile. "Unless you've just had all of these built up and, now that I've got you cornered, you've got no choice but to let 'em all flow out!"

Freeing his cheek from its confines, Yoimiya let her hands finally fall to her sides, seemingly satisfied in their destruction... for now.

"Besides, you've seen my room! It's nothing special," more than a handful of times, given his knack for injury. "Buuut if you insist, I'll cook you up a feast! If you're nice, I'll even add on some dessert!"

━━   ❝   𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲.   ❞  Being pretty and all she made it difficult not to present her with a comment..although Yusuke could make it a more..genuine comment rather than something which hints him staring at her rear. However, it was the only way he could keep himself safely tucked behind his emotional defenses, he’ll save the nice and genuine comments for later dates and more special moments.

However, despite vulgar comments, there was a smile that resonated upon his features upon hearing the good news revolving around her mother. It was a topic that was rather sensitive to him as well since his own mother is recovering from her very own demons. It only took him a few months in the Japanese underworld to acquire the funds to ensure his mother receives the best type of care possible.  “I’m glad.” His words were short, precise and even SWEET.

“Well I usually work til late with the food truck..and then it’s the whole garden I’ve got at home…but hey no time like the present. Cause if ya wanted me in yer room all you have t’ do is ask.” His hands tucked into his pockets after the onslaught of pokes ceased against his own chest.

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Gimme a sec, trying to figure out photoshop stuff because I am Dumb.

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I'm a touch late (and I'll be here aaand to answer some birthday asks for Miss March!) but happy international woman's day to The Woman of All Time.