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viaetor · 4 months
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but what if you made a kh blog/verse? what then.
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THANK YOU FOR 2023 AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
as this year comes to a close, i wanted to thank everyone that has been a part of my days. thank you for the conversations, for the plots, for the simple interactions, for your patience, for your caring, for your loving, for the ear pulls, for the fights, for the comfort. thank you for being you and for allowing me to meet you, partially or wholly. thank you! for the good memories, for the bad ones that turned into lessons, for the dreams, for just being around. thank you for everything! i will carry it all out with me, heartfully.
i hope that 2024 brings you kindness, happiness, laughter, cheer and good tears and so many accomplishments. i hope that next year you can face the difficult times with strength and love, with your chin up. i hope i can be there to see you being reborn into thousand other versions of you and that we can meet in the intersections of our roads. may we grow wiser, kinder, happier, more patient, welcoming and understanding. may we celebrate each other! may we write and fall in love with each other! may we find art in one another! may we meet!
thank you and we will see each other soon! i can't wait to meet more of you and mesh your art with mine. ♡
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ㅤㅤteyvat had many ravishing sights. from mondstadt’s dandelion hills to liyue’s night lights and inazuma���s pinkish trees, it was impossible to not be enchanted by what that world had to offer and contain one’s will to explore its every bit. so many mysteries to unfold and secrets to keep, fantastical myths that mixed with reality — there was a lot to do. to map out each imperfection, to record every sound, to photograph all verities. maybe that was due to his nature as a caeling born from the constellation of a wanderer, but he wanted to taste every new experience. as so, he had seen plenty during his travels and met possibly more living tales than stars in his lifetime — yet, no matter how he looked at it, this whole situation was… well, strange and inciting would probably be the best descriptors his mind could conjure at the moment. had the traveller not known how eccentric the semi-nude alchemist in front of him could be, he’d have misunderstood that whole scene as an invitation to something else. with a blink of golden eyes, however, he got rid of any other thoughts in his mind, put on his well-known half-stoic, half-loving smile and waved before coming in. best to not think much, aether decided. but oh, what a sight. dragonspine has certainly become a much more interesting place now; he should come more often.
ㅤㅤ“it’s no trouble, i rather like coming up here to visit you.” it was always surprising, after all. sometimes, it’d be scientific experimentations, artistic endeavours, exploration of ruins, or… whatever this was. there was a throaty sigh that escaped the outlander when he sat down on his companion’s makeshift bed, letting lithe fingers brush against him freely. or sort of. almost instinctively as a response, black gloves rested on albedo’s waist — inches below what would be deemed appropriate to mere friends, but still millimetres off from where a lover would touch. even so, by sheer audacity or starry playfulness, aether smiled at him almost too innocently, as if he had no idea about societal norms. he did. “do you need help getting rid of the rest of your clothes?”
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ㅤㅤand for the first time during their exchange, star-born gaze fell as his head tilted slightly to the left. his core was burning a bit warmer now. those symbols on glabrous skin… how intriguingly familiar those were. he looked up, his other hand drawing a perfect line for the kreideprinz’s waistband. “may i?” i want to touch you, he wanted to say. instead, stainless honeyed voice suggested: “i don’t want you to get a cold.” they both knew that wasn’t possible for a homunculus. but can anyone really blame a traveller for wanting to see a stunning view after a weary journey?
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲   𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭   𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭   -   on   the   contrary,   the   chief   alchemist,   though   polite,   has   a   habit   of   disregarding   social   decorum   in   many   a   situation.   that   should,   perhaps,   apply   here   -   but   albedo   has   never   felt   the   same   stringent   expectations   from   aether   as   the   others   he's   around.   perhaps   it   is   because   they   are   both   something   'other,'   -   but   he   wholly   appreciates   the   acceptance   of   each   of   his   strange   quirks   all   the   same.   this   one   is   no   secret   -   for   surely   only   albedo   would   be   brazen   enough   to   begin   stripping   from   his   clothing   in   front   of   the   poor   traveler   -   and   in   his   camp   on   dragonspine,   no   less.   to   be   fair   -   the   fire   was   plenty   warm,   and   his   tunic   had   gotten   damp   earlier   in   the   day   -   so   it   was   easier   to   strip   both   layers   from   his   slim   form   and   set   them   to   dry   -   before   turning   to   attend   to   his   guest.   
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ㅤㅤㅤ❝   apologies.   ❞   he   murmurs,   advancing   on   aether   at   the   same   moment   he   begins   to   strip   away   his   gloves,   ❝   but   i   loathe   the   sensation   of   water   upon   my   clothes.   ❞   the   homunculus   draws   to   stop   then,   before   the   raised   pile   of   furs   he   referred   to   as   a   bed   that   he'd   demanded   aether   sit   upon,   ❝   was   your   journey   up   here   uneventful?   ❞   immaculate,   silken   digits   fan   gently   upon   the   traveler's   eyelid,   stroking   away   a   bit   of   snow   from   his   lashes.   curious   turqoise   peers   down   at   his   companion,   close   enough   that   he   could   feel   the   heat   radiating   from   aether's   core,   and   found   himself   not   wanting   to   move.   ❝   i   could   have   traveled   back   down   to   mondstadt,   you   know;   the   roads   are   slick   this   time   of   year.   ❞
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dies. i spent the entire day giving my gfx blog (@aedearly) a makeover. you should check it out, especially because i now have a waitlist open for 2024! ~ i'll also be posting some sexy icon borders + colouring psds + promo templates there during january.
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happy holidays to those who celebrate and merry days regardless to those who don’t! hope you all have fantastic times ahead. ♡♡♡ here’s a cute and kind of funny headcanon to make your day even sweeter, though: 
aether loves giving out gifts and souvenirs of his journeys to others. his gifts may look and sound strange to most, but his reasoning behind them can be quite endearing. if he sees something that reminds him even slightly of your muse, he’ll get that so he can send it as a gift. for example, if he finds an odd rock that doesn’t have any gleam to it and looks more like metal, but isn’t really metal, he’ll send it to zhongli, thinking he ought to appreciate it. did he find a fairy tale in a very old notebook, handwritten by what seems to be a child of decades ago? he’ll send it to nahida. a porch with just petals inside? ningguang must see how ironic and fascinating that is, right? he’ll send it to her. oh, what about this multicoloured leaf here? that reminds him of kazuha. an apple that doesn’t rot and seems extremely sweet? venti. more often than not, he won’t write letters explaining his gifts or why he sent them when he did, he’ll just send them through the mail, and that’s it; he’ll do so without uttering a single word, even when he meets his friends again. mostly, this is because he has some trouble holding a pen and writing (it feels very unnatural for him since he’s so used to only handling weapons, rather than indulging in artistry), sure, but part of it is also because he doesn’t think it’s necessary (even if, c’mon now, it probably is). all of this to say that… if your muse gets a package from aether with just a single feather inside the envelope or even just a tiny rock or seashell, don’t be offended. it’s his special, alien-esque way of saying he cares about your muse, more than he can ever express it! it’s him silently saying: you’re in my thoughts, even if we’re apart. i see you everywhere. i remembered and i’ll continue to remember. until next time.
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ㅤㅤthe traveller wasn’t easily startled, but some people (read: hu tao) had a real knack for sneaking up on him, even amidst big crowds. wide golden eyes met butterfly-kissed ones while a sea of people kept wavering through them. a comical and non-fitting arck! escaped from his lips before he recognised his companion. he couldn’t help but exhale a small sigh of relief once he noticed that the hand on his shoulder was not of an experienced assassin, just of a very seasoned prankster who knew how jump scares worked to the t. he almost summoned his sword! but all the giggling she got out of her scare slowly eased aether’s shock off. shaking his head, he waved at the director, trying to keep what was left of his once well-known and stoic composure. well, trying to. ahem.
ㅤㅤ“good to see you, too, hu tao.” even if you’re as tricky as a ghost and almost turned me into one there, he thought. “are we celebrating something with a picnic?”
STARTER CALL. // @viaetor (hu tao / qiqi / bosacius / lyney )
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"Now you weren't going to pass through Liyue without saying hello, were you?"
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There's a teasing lilt to her voice as Hu Tao comes to stand alongside the other, smile upon her lips. It had not been hard to catch onto the whispers to find that the hero of liyue had returned, easier still to find him amongst the crowd with the way heads turned and the ethereal aura bathes the streets. A hand comes to rest upon his shoulder, squeezing gently, a silent check in that asks are you okay? without giving it voice before laughter spills over lips.
"Say fancy taking a walk with me? We can bathe in sunlight and find a nice spot for a picnic. I'm sure Zhongli won't mind holding fort at the parlor - it'll be quieter for him!"
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ㅤㅤmost gods, if influenced by deityhood or drunk of power that pumped their fresh not-so-flesh bodies, were eccentric, aether found. their truths tended to be unbendable and, more often than not, they’d challenge any who dared to oppose their trailing path. very few remained sane, and even fewer grew wiser once they had ascended. so the god of evergreen in front of the caeling was a walking curiosity in his wanderer’s eyes. an adepti who had every right to not forgive his god and seek further destruction, but chose to remain on the side of humanity — of change — regardless. and to make matters even more interesting, he was the one asking the traveller if they could make a detour. a smile crossed his face as he nodded; lesser lord kusanali would surely adore youta’s company. and he was sure she wouldn’t mind waiting a bit more — their ship had arrived earlier than expected by two days thanks to the smooth sailing of now-tranquil inazuman waters, after all.
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ㅤㅤ“it’s not a problem, i’m sure nahida would want you to see more of sumeru anyway”, he said, taking the last luggage out of the ship and placing it safely on top of his right shoulder, all while he carried the ambassador’s suitcase with his left hand. from what he heard from the sailors, it had some precious delicacies from the land of thunder to be gifted to the dendro archon. he couldn’t help but wonder if there were some dango milk bottles in the mix… knowing the shogun’s whimsicality, it was more than possible. “there’s a stall over there that sells aranara figures, and that one in the back sells fancy clocks and rings.” it was like he wasn’t carrying anything at all with how effortlessly the traveller walked and promptly gestured. “if you’re hungry after our trip, there’s a tavern nearby, too.”
@viaetor ♡'d for a starter !
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❝ i must thank you again for travelling with me all this way, i truly appreciate it. ❞
upon docking at port ormos, youta let out a content sigh at finally being in sumeru again. and while he enjoyed the water just as much as anyone else, he was definitely thankful to be on land again. looking at all the stalls and vendors lining the streets, the adepti was struck by the urge to browse and look around before they had to leave for the city. turning to aether, he gestured to the stalls before giving the other a questioning look.
❝ would you mind if we took a look around at the stalls before going to the city ? i know you primarily came with me to facilitate a discussion between the lesser lord and i, but i think a little detour wouldn't hurt. ❞
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viaetor · 4 months
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Happy belated anniversary!! 🤍
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ㅤㅤaether had both of his gloved hands up as if caught in some criminal act—well, deforestation, even if accidental, ought to be worth a punishment by the matra, right? or so he heard somewhere, at least. truth be told, though, the caeling was pretty sure that the earful sermon he was getting from tighnari was more efficient than anything else sumeru’s law system could put him through. he listened to the forest ranger with his head down, apologising in agreement to the guilt that weighed on his head. no wonder the akademiya craved to have that expert back… with that earnest attitude, even the most stubborn of sages would fall to their senses eventually.
ㅤㅤnow and then, he’d only look up to gaze at the long black foxy ears that moved at the same pace as his companion’s exasperation. if tighnari wasn’t so scary when he was mad (not to mention being right about the high risks that his recklessness could have caused), then perhaps those twitching ears would’ve granted a comment and two, followed suit by a grin. not the case here, certainly. 
ㅤㅤinstead, the outlander nodded yet again, resting one of the gloved palms on his chest while he swore solemnly, not caring that a tiny fire was still lit on top of his golden hair strands: “i promise that in the future i’ll follow your exact instructions as to not risk the forest again. i’m sorry, tighnari.” he stared down at his feet, feeling strangely flustered. is that what a teacher’s lecture felt like? not even gods could make him feel that nervous. 
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ㅤㅤ“i should’ve said no to paimon. but please don’t be mad at her, sometimes she’s just a little kid.” somehow always hungry, often speaking more than thinking, causing trouble for him to sort out, but she was all he had. it was easy to get caught up in that; he barely felt the burns and cuts when it came to it. he exhaled, looking up at the dendro vision holder with gentle golds. “is there anything i can do to help?”
paimon --- oh, had tighnari not seen this floating creature himself he would have come to wonder if aether had conjured such being for the sake of quick excuses; " --- hungry, paimon was hungry so you though it wise to potentially risk the surrounding area and its many inhabitants to ensure that your companion --- who, by the way, seems to have fled the crime scene..."
oh , tighnari was good at many things and he held so much knowledge in regards to plants as well as animals. had he been asked, he would have been able to recount every connection to every living organism in the forest, though, it had to be said that while he held such vast knowledge in regards to nature it fell weak when breaching into the topic of communication.
he lectured the traveler; "... you truly are something else, you are aware of that , right , aether ? what if you were to get caught in the fire yourself ? those fungi you speak of are far from harmless, and i almost expected a seasoned traveler to ---" hopefully be able to maintain eye contact as hands gestured in the air, pointing out the source of the fire as well as the culprits behind it all ( here, sharp green eyes would pierce into aether's own ) that earned themselves a strict finger.
was this a forest ranger or a teacher ?
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it surely could have sounded like the latter as hands returned to their well-known posture, one resting on his hip and another pressing against the bridge of his nose.
" with this miserable attempt at cooking, and in order to further assess the damage..." tighnari uttered under a long, winded exhale, "... allow me to take it from here, i have a camp set up not too far away. if you can get your hands on paimon... i'll make you something to eat, and give you a proper insight on how to handle fungi."
oh , this traveler would be the death of him !
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ㅤㅤat the northwest of fontaine city was a small village with barely any residents; it fostered more rainbow roses than it had people. usually, earnshaw and his three loyal dogs were the only ones roaming the hills there, along with one or two elders who came out of their houses very rarely to gaze upon the clear skies. so when he got a letter from furina, requesting to meet her at such a spot, he knew that she wanted a more… private meet-up locale. promising a full sack of snacks to paimon so she’d stay behind with charlotte and pose for a few pictures proved to be the perfect excuse. and now, hearing the ex-archon wavering octaves amidst throaty requests, the traveller was indeed glad he had decided to come alone. gods knew how rude the pixie could be from time to time, especially when it came to flaunting or judging others needlessly.
ㅤㅤdespite thousands of years yielding the sword and travelling through worlds, aether wasn’t exactly sure what exactly he could teach her. with arms crossed, his golden gaze seemed to fall on the floor as he pondered over her words. in truth, however, he was looking at the hydro vision safely kept by elaborate blue laces… power contrasting fragility. divinity, humanity. what a heavy, yet freeing weight. truly fitting, wasn’t it?
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ㅤㅤafter what seemed like a solid minute of silence, the outlander nodded, resolute. “i’ll give my best to help you”, and here, he raised his index finger. “under a few conditions. first, i’ll also help you with cooking—only macaroni isn’t good for you. second, i won’t go easy on you. third, we’ll go on a few commissions together.” he turned his head to the other side, holding his chin high and puffing his chest some more to make his stance as solid as he could. there was no negotiating out of any of those. “and fourth, you’ll promise to tell me if you ever feel overwhelmed or tired.” he opened one of his eyes to look back at his companion: “deal?”
@viaetor / ' color me surprised. ' with arms crossed over her chest & a teasing little smile 'pon her beautiful face one can already guess what sort of mood she was setting for this little rendezvous.
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' so you can go a day without paimon floating over your shoulder, i could have sworn you were both inseparable. ' she was only teasing of course. how could she not, the opportunity to do so was right there after all. the regina rested her fisted hips upon her hips with a satisfied smile. ' you do, however, have my gratitude for keeping true to your word & meeting me here, i'm sure you're really busy. as you no doubt surmised i must now take on commissions to make ends meet. ' for the most part. it has been relayed to her that she could request anything from the palais mermonia when she so desired, but she felt that would not be fair of her to do so - she had no right, she argued with herself. ' i ... have come to notice that most commissions require some experience in battle which uh ... i lack. ' a lot on actually.
' ahem! s-so i was wondering if you would be so kind as to teach me a little? ' she meant for that to sound more of an order, but in her inexperience with such things & uncertainty her tone of voice betrayed her & thus was relayed as a pending request.
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i updated my shipping tier list! you can check out my current brainworms there. ~ but also, i wanted to make it easily editable for future genshin impact characters and the like! so if you're a genshin blog and you wanna use this google doc as a template for your own shipping tier list (so you don't have to re-do your listing on tiermaker every time new characters come out lmao), please feel free to do so! and talk to me about shippy stuff, cowards.
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ㅤㅤa blushing of cheeks, a creaking of once steady voice, a curious gaze that seemed to disobey a much-disciplined mind. seeing little cracks on the ronin’s composed self was… was… what’s the word he’s looking for here? amusing? endearing? lovely? no, no, those weren’t enough. none of the billion languages of tongues and bodies aether had gotten acquainted with were fitting of the sensation that spread from his core to the rest of his body. so perhaps there truly wasn’t a one-noun way to describe how beautifully human kazuha made him feel. how human he was. oftentimes myths and songs would tell about how men would be drawn to the skies, planning on reaching the high astros above their heads and touching the sea of stars for the very first time. this would be the hymn to justifying flying, technology, and so many more ambitious plans of the mortal realm. unfortunately, not enough poems were written about how the stars craved to be with humans—perhaps even more than how mortality craved for the heavens. stars were known for falling, after all. and such truth is proven accurate in how the caeling swims so close next to his companion to the point that the tips of their noses brush lightly against one another. maybe kazuha wasn’t the only romantic one, because the traveller knew that he could never get enough of his voice and that lyrical way of speaking of his.
ㅤㅤand although the kaedehara’s descendent speaks of ignorance and curiosity, apologising for the way pupils blow in velvet-like irises, hungrily inquisitive, it seems that he fails to realise that the traveller is looking at him in the same way—he’s just incredibly silent about it. so he just nods at kazuha’s inquisition, gloved hand meeting the samurai’s naked wrist as he guides him to the glowing brightness on his blackened chest. howbeit unorthodox, there is more than one way of writing poetry, is there not?
ㅤㅤluminous warmth is ticklish to most, he knows that much, but the outlander lets his companion feel it freely for himself. fingertips can run lethargically across the plated star on his chest, emanating a summer heat that flicker through the surface of the lake. his blackened limbs have petit stars ingrained, it’s true, skin going from soft to rough, similar to abrasive paper. and while kazuha explores with digits and glares, at his own pace and time, whatever parts of aether he wants to feel, long golden hair seems to envelop the inazuman’s sides. perhaps to painters and curious eyes seeing both of their images from above, it’d look like the sun wanting to embrace autumn itself. it wouldn’t be too far from the truth, truthfully, but the outlander restrained himself from placing his gloved hands on his waist, obediently letting them loose in the river water.
ㅤㅤstill, with a glisten of greed and a hint of adoration, he tilted his head: “may i try to understand you with my hands next?”
When is he not an innate romantic, would be the more astute question to ask - he has a reputation to uphold, after all. Such is the silent answer contained into the facetious smile he flashes his companion as he joins him upon the shore. What did Beidou say, the first time fate had joined their paths upon the docks of Liyue Harbor...? Ah, yes - occasionally he opens his mouth, and flowers come out of it. There are certainly worse traits he can think of. Amusing a companion with a few choice words and flattering a weary heart surely aren't a crime or a feat to be ashamed of, are they?
What he should (perhaps) be a little more... if not ashamed, at least embarrassed of, is certainly the way his eyes widen once he lifts his gaze off his bandages to face his companion. Ah, but of course - how easy it is, sometimes, to forget; have they spent so much time together that his sharp nose and ears no longer pick up on the scent and echoes of distant stars, or have they become familiar enough, that there is no longer a difference between the stars and the lands of Teyvat he calls his home? Blackened flesh that doesn't look like burns, but like the deepest dark of the night sky, and shining, burning stars nestled into his very skin - perhaps Aether truly is carved out of suns and stars. What a poetic thought -- the ronin thinks to himself, the back of his neck turning a flushed red tint as Aether whispers to his ear, his voice a gentle caress against his cheek (... surely he remembers what a sensitive ear Kazuha possesses, does he not?).
"The first time? Really?" Kazuha musters the sense to retort (his voice perhaps a tad more strangled than he would have liked - discretely, he clears his throat, all too aware that there is nothing he can do against the light warmth across his cheeks. ah well - one victory he will concede to his companion, without much regret, and even with a smile). "Well, this won't do. Let me see... Hm, I don't think I would want to compose a poem to honour your exploits - I'm sure many a bard or storyteller in Mondstadt or Liyue have already taken up this noble task. Give me a moment to see if I can come up with something a little more personal..."
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Kazuha lowers himself in the crystal clear waters once more and lets his form drift until he faces Aether, looking up at him framed against clear blue skies and warm sunlight. His eyes shift from Aether's blackened ankles, to his wrists and forearms, to his chest; and finally his eyes. "Ah - I'm staring, am I not. How impudent of me... My apologies. I couldn't help myself: it is the first time I'm realising you bear such striking markings upon your skin." An apologetic smile is carved upon his lips. "I have become so accustomed to your presence, I forget there are still many things I am ignorant of..." Bare hand rises from the water; lightly hovers over the Traveller's exposed skin, a respectful and prudent invitation. "May I...?"
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ㅤㅤluckily, letters travelled relatively fast in teyvat. the enthusiastic invitation that carried the naganohara’s family crest (fittingly, a blooming flower that had triangles at the end, imitating a firework) found aether rather quickly while he was in fontaine. if thanks to the blessing of waters and wind, he dared not question. two oceans had that piece of paper journeyed through to inform him of an upcoming festival in bourou village—according to the note, some of watatsumi island’s soldiers had pitched in to make a small party to celebrate the end of civil feuds and political instability. it’d be a relatively small celebration, yet they had all saved up for fireworks; they wanted their children and partners to witness those precious moments with them. and of course, yoimiya had extended the proposition to him. we can watch it together! through his smile, he wondered what those fireworks would look like—waves, sango pearls, jellyfish? well, he’d have to be there to know. and so he took the first boat he could find back to inazuma.
ㅤㅤshe was full of surprises, that fireworkmaker. he had grown used to people asking for his help, and he thought that maybe she’d need some hands in getting all those boxes to the village, but instead… all she did was pull him into a messy (pardon, a chaotically organised) room filled with fireworks, sparklers and gods knew what else. and she wanted him to keep her company and chat away. the outlander couldn’t help but giggle at the situation.
ㅤㅤ“i’ll help you”, it wasn’t really a suggestion, but more like a forewarning as he extended his hands and got to work, wrapping some of the sparklers just like she was doing. the appalled look he got from her in the corner of his eye put a grin on his face: “easy, now. i’ll tell you about the melusines… and these giants, dancing clockwork mekas i’ve met in fontaine.”
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“ oh, you're here! good! just in time! ” yoimiya exclaims gleefully, grasping aether's hand between both of her own and tugging him inside. her workshop is a mess (or, what she likes to call 'organised chaos'), bundles of fuses littered across the tabletop alongside multiple different delicate tools, colourful casings waiting to be used, bottles of sulphur, charcoal and potassium nitrate scattered across the shelves. there is little room to move safely, the floor covered with stacks of boxes and pretty paper used to package the completed products, but still yoimiya navigates it with ease.
she plops down onto the rickety wooden bench pushed to one edge of the room, patting the space beside her invitingly. “ fancy keeping me company while i finish up this batch? i want to hear aaaaaall about your new adventures! and then we can go out for lunch! oh— my treat, of course. how's that sound? ”
@viaetor / starter + inbox call
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But that's the irony, broken people are not fragile.
- Clinton Sammy Jr.
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nyello !! i've updated my carrd, please check it out when u have the time! i updated some of my guidelines (small things, mostly abt my activity, the most important stuff is on the left) and my about + verses pages. i still have some things to adjust and i need to make an updated version of my shipping tier list, but that's for future me to struggle with AJSDKGJM ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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viaetor · 5 months
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ㅤㅤ“not even if there’s free almond tofu…?” there isn’t. he’s just trying to get xiao to come over. if cloud retainer taught him anything, is that the adepti can be bought bargained with. if you know what they like most, that is. “i heard there’s gonna be music, too…”
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   "  i'm not going into the harbor.  "
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