#ic‚ yoimiya.

[ofhope]

“Oooh-kay, now that the dust has settled... who's taking me to Fontaine?!”

Don't make her give you The Eyes™.

[viatrixtravels-a]

"Geezー I'm really learning who my true friends are today, aren't I?"

[whorunthewcrld]

@ofhope any time, any place

[xamassed]

⟬ @ofhope — Itto's Birthday 6/1 ⟭

Before Itto can ask any questions, contemplate where his four-tier birthday cake is hiding, his gaze is blinded by a tug of fabric! "Oops! Sorry, thought jumping from there would gimme more distance," with a huff, Yoimiya leaned up, up, up, secured the cotton over his horns (and upon their reveal, a kiss for each!), down by his neck, and...

"Okaaay, I'm gonna' need your help for this one. Left arm," she lifted said arm with care, and with another kiss on his shoulder, eased one half of the shirt onto him. "Done! Now for the right..."

Working the material up, up, over and finally laid flat, Yoimiya stepped back.

"Great! It fits! I ~ might've made more than a dozen adjustments, there wasn't any good way of secretly getting your measurements. Y'know, since you don't wear any shirts," a tease, because frankly, she could never argue that it wasn't a fantastic idea. "Buuut... this is the first ever, one of a kind, Iridescent Arataki Rockin' for Life Tour de Force of Awesomeness! Or well, kind of one of a kind? You'll see what I mean by that later!"

Finely drawn onto the shirt's front, Itto's own homemade poster: Yoimiya made careful note of every brush stroke, every quirk that added onto Itto's own art style. It wasn't easy, didn't take only a day, but it fit - and as Itto would later see, there was a copy for each Arataki Gang member!

"III~'ve also made your favorite dish! With Granny Oni's help, of course, it wouldn't be the same without her expertise!" with a gaped expression, Yoimiya reached in her pouch, pulling free a Mini Ushi! "I almost forgot! You've also got this to place onto your cake! I thiiink ~ Shinobu is handling the final touches right now! So," interlacing their fingers, Yoimiya sneaked a kiss onto the plush of his cheek. "You ready to have the time of your life?"

"Woah, I didn't think we were at that part of the relationship." She struggled, and all he could do was throw her a quick quip and a lopsided smirk. Sensory deprivation wasn't her intent, obviously, but Itto adored teasing her whenever the chance was presented to him. Clearly, she meant to surprise him, but he needed to have a little fun of his own while she guided him like a puppet.

One arm went down, and the other went up as ordered. "You're puttin' somethin' on me. Feels kind'a nice, actually."

He didn't like to wear too many layers because it 'messed with his style' and hid all of the hard work he had put into his body. He hadn't acquired it by sheer luck, though his blood did make working out and maintaining his form easier than it would be for an ordinary person.

"I can get rid of this, yeah?" He hooked his thumb into the blindfold and lifted it over his eyes, amber gaze shifted down towards his own chest. The art on the shirt looked strange from his perspective, but all it took was him grabbing the hem and pulling it outward to realize that it was his masterpiece.

"Yo, no way! This is my poster! Are you tellin' me you made merch for all of us?" He was ecstatic. No, he was beyond ecstatic. If there was a feeling beyond that, he didn't know what to call it, but it existed bright and beautiful inside his chest.

The gifts she promised him were worth getting excited over, but he knew that his real gift was her and the time he got to spend with her and his family. If she had only given him a kiss on the cheek and wished him a happy birthday, he still would have felt this intense and overwhelming glee.

"Was born ready, baby!" He returned the kiss to her cheek, but afterward was quick to scoop her up into his arm. It was his birthday, and he was the one being celebrated, but she was his firecracker of a princess, and he wouldn't let her walk back if he could help it.

[incandescentia]

"Heheh, well... I couldn't help but to notice how enthusiastic you are when you are talking about your favorite book, Miss Furina! Ya sure like your novels, don't cha'?"

While not the most avid reader nor a loyal customer of the Yae Publishing House, Yoimiya just happened to had her own favorites among several collection of light novels that were displayed in front of the biggest Inazuman bookstore. Although admittedly, perhaps the Kamisato siblings would be the better people to talk to than her when it came to talking about novels.

After spending some time in Fontaine, she came to find out that the former Hydro Archon possessed a vastly different demeanor && temperament compared to her patron goddess. She was much more down-to-earth && amicable, not to mention, quite expressive when you got her to speak about her hobbies && interests! The enthusiasm was quite infectious, even to the outspoken Yoimiya herself.

"Mhm, well yes. Creating fireworks is both a job an' a passion of mine, so that's pretty natural." Of course, she had to agree with what she spoke of. "But yanno... I do actually like some novels too!" It was an opportunity for her to talk a little more about this other hobby of hers, something that she never really got a chance for.

"Do you know about the Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation novel series? I heard it's been making its ways to Fontaine since it's really popular in where I come from."

@myjustice // cont.

[eternxlstarx]

Personal checklist, 3

feel free to ignore icon character below trying to think who I wanted to add who needs a icon style and who is done sorry for the OOC, thanks to the regular editor tumblr messed things up for me sooo I need to fix it for everyone <3

[beyondthefirmamentum]

@pertinasities asked: 'remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it. ’ | chimiya fake dating lets goooooo

"Pffft- yeah, yeah darling. How could I forget?" She elbowed him playfully, no real force behind the action, before sighing, hands going to mess with her hairpiece for the umpteenth time. She had always been a fidgety person- but even she was becoming exasperated with how little she could sit still.

It was an odd scenario she found herself in. It was supposed to be a fairly straight forward trip to Mondstadt to discuss a commission for a festival- she had been incredibly excited by the idea of challenging herself to create fireworks inspired by the land of freedom. But then all of a sudden she had run into Childe, looking more frazzled than she would have thought possible. She might as well have been placed there in front of him by the archons themselves, with how his face lit up upon seeing her. He needed a 'favor' he said, 'a weird one.'

When she had replied that she was always willing to help a friend...

Well she hadn't expected him to say she needed to play the role of his fiance for a few days. That was definitely getting placed high up on the list of interesting requests she had received.

But, when life gives you lavender melons... You make juice or fry them or... Something. She prided herself on her ability to just roll with the punches.

He had promised he wasn't up to anything she would disapprove of; that he might have simply smooth-talked himself into a corner on accident. And he WAS a friend... So... Now here she was- all dolled up with a fancy hairdo, shoes, jewelry, and a beautiful, if not somewhat uncomfortable, Mondstadtan gown. Ugh... She couldn't even imagine the cost of her outfit- though knowing Childe personally and having heard about some of his previous antics from the traveler, he probably didn't even ask when he bought it. She'd try her best not to let the curiosity get the best of her.

She'd also gotten an etiquette crash-course; her head close to popping after only a few hours. Rich people really loved their etiquette business. But now she just needed to make it through this evening, and then hopefully coast for a few days. Super simple. She was a great actor, she could do this.

She stepped wrong as she hit an uneven stone, the man to her right being her only saving grace as she was able to grab onto him before eating bricks. "Grrr... How do people even WALK in HEELS?!"

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@ofhope said:

Yoimiya vc: ......... doesn't that make them both purple then...?? - signed, not a desert dweller.

What. No... That was not...

What??

How did it even... there were so many ways this joke could be gotten wrong, but not this way! Cyno is stumped. He doesn't even know where to start with correcting the artificer.

"... No. The Electro Slime is purple. The Desert Fox is not... The point of the joke is..." He's fumbling. Has he been defeated?!

[frozenambiguity]

Kaeya might not receive a kiss from Yoimiya... but, he does receive a ball of onigiri! See?! It even has an eyepatch!

(I apologize for my editing, however it needed visual representation.)

«Now... I seem to be lacking words to describe how... cute this little onigiri ball is. Yes --- adorable would be a proper way of classifying it. Thank you for your thoughtful work, Miss Yoimiya». By the way his heart grows tender and his expression softens, one dares risk to say being given a Kaeya-inspired onigiri ball has had more impact than a kiss ever could! Though... There is now another issue at hand.

«I would feel rather guilty if I were to eat it. I mean, wouldn't your hard work go to waste, then?»

[ahsterism]

"WAIT, hold on— I missed it! What are we talking about?"

[ofhope]

“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!

[xamassed]

⟬ @ofhope​​ / itto’s birthday 6 • 1 ⟭

Discerning a present for the famed Arataki Gang Leader was almost as grand as the gesture. Fireworks? They'd be involved in some fashion, but it wasn't enough to qualify as a gift. Food? If Yoimiya planned a meeting without food, surely her brain had gotten knocked around!

Being the Queen of Summer, Yoimiya knew how joyous, but fleeting, its activities were. An Onikabuto battleground was the perfect recipe, Yoimiya thought, for not only an exciting day but for lasting all season long! Finding a nook to begin crafting was its own difficulty, but Yoimiya had received tips from the Traveler -- that island, isolated and empty, didn't see much traffic... after their extraordinary event last year, Itto would surely adore seeing it liven up once again.

Nearing the size of a human-oriented ring, Yoimiya's grand project was finished with a final coating of paint: a ramp to gain leverage, optional stage changes, wooden planks to dictate points... it took a lotta' work, not only from Yoimiya, but from her father, too. Even on her worst days, her mother piped in with color palettes, ways of balancing certain fixtures...

All for Itto.

Swiping away the Oni proved a challenge too, the gang ready to deliver a barrage of gifts and treats, but Yoimiya managed. Step by step, the firestarter led Itto toward his prize.

What Itto would see? An Onikabuto wonderland, one of his star champs already in the ring, chittering happily at Itto's entrance.

"Tadaaaaa!" running ahead, Yoimiya posed before the structure! "Soooo? What do you think? You've prooobably got an idea what it is, buuut ~ I'll let you guess anyway!"

She laughs, tap-tapping the wood, pleased.

"Happy birthday, Itto. From me, and all of the Naganohara family!"

All of this hard work had been for him, and yet it felt more to him like she had been avoiding him for the few days that it took for her to meticulously prepare her massive, titan of a gift.

Every rare glimpse of her was quick as a phosphorous flash, here and gone within the span of a second. When he did catch her, she was still elusive. Her smile was still as sweet as it ever was, but he couldn't keep hold of her long enough to ask if she wanted to spend his birthday with him.

He had his gang, sure, but she had steadily wiggle-wormed her way under his skin and had become as important to him as they were. His special day wouldn't feel the same if she wasn't there to add the color he needed — and, in fact, it didn't feel the same once the day arrived.

Itto was happy, of course. His best friends and the ones he considered his brothers were there to spoil him, gifts held high above their heads and enthusiastic shouts warming his heart. It was enough to bring a grown oni to tears, except he was given an unexpected yank just as he was about to shake off his gloom and party the way he ought to.

"Hey! Firecracker, you're here!" He had been so sure that she'd forgotten, or that she simply didn't want to celebrate with him. He wanted to ask her where she'd been as of late, but he didn't have the chance. She was eager, and he realized then as he followed her without argument that he was weak to her persistent encouragement.

Come on, come on! He was tugged and guided along and given promises that he would love what he saw. How could he not, he wondered. If any of it had been blessed with her touch, then he was bound to adore all of what she had done.

And he did. Oh, he adored it with his whole heart.

Wide and misty eyes gawked at the structure, which he immediately deemed ten times larger, better and sicker than the original. He had put work into his, but this was better by a long shot.

"You did this?" He pointed feebly, mind still reeling from the intensity of her dedication. The call of his champion didn't elude him, but he was sure that the onikabuto could wait a few seconds longer as Itto nearly tackled the woman with pure, uncorked glee.

She was hoisted off her feet and lifted high, the strength in one arm easily giving her a place to sit in the crook of his elbow. His other hand punched at the air, elation more than obvious as he whooped and hollered.

"This is the best present everyone's ever given me! Ever!" He refused to set her down, his queen of color and light. It was his birthday, and he was the one that needed celebrating, but he would go out of his way to make sure she had just as much fun as he did. "You and me, we're gonna dominate this arena!!"

[whorunthewcrld]

Lumine looked up at the sky and squinted. They really needed to get going. Peeking into the Nagonohara's shop Lumine smirked a little. "Yoimiya, if we don't head out soon we are going to miss our ship out of Ritou. Think you've packed enough supplies yet?"

"I'm sure Natlan will have more then enough pyrotechnic supplies to satisfy even you. It is the Pyro Nation after all."

@ofhope

[starwardsword]

@momdstadt's Yoimiya asked: "Excuse me, miss. I'm afraid i'm lost..." Yoimiya sighed out in defeat as she approached Keqing; the Inazuman only hoped the other was a local to Liyue. She just knows this fireworks delivery needs to be on time for the celebration her client had told her about.

"I'm so sorry to bother you. I just keep getting turned around here. Do you perhaps know where I can find the Tianquan?" Yoimiya asked; eyes glimmering with hope of proper directions.

Keqing looks up from her scroll at the sound of distress in the woman's voice. The stranger immediately strikes her as a foreigner, Inazuman by the looks of it, so it's no surprise she'd be lost. While Liyue Harbor is very cleanly laid out when compared to other major cities, it can be hard to navigate for anyone unfamiliar with its structure.

It's the woman's request that takes her aback.

"The Tianquan?" She repeats, eyes wide as saucers. Few ever seek out Ningguang so casually, let alone strangers from a faraway land. "What exactly do you need with her?"

[amicusastra]

YOIMIYA NAGANOHARA & ZHONGLI TAG DUMP

[ yoimiya ] ── * vis

[ yoimiya ] ── * ic

[ yoimiya ] ── * msg

[ yoimiya ] ── * hc

[ yoimiya ] ── * mus

[ yoimiya ] ── * aes

[ yoimiya ] ── * v. main

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[ zhongli ] ── * vis

[ zhongli ] ── * ic

[ zhongli ] ── * msg

[ zhongli ] ── * hc

[ zhongli ] ── * mus

[ zhongli ] ── * aes

[ zhongli ] ── * v. main

[viatrixtravels-a]

Man lumine has to jump one less time lucky

"...'Hooray'."

Can you hear the sarcasm in her voice?