#𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐈 ˳ᐟ a private, highly selective, headacanon - based & canon divergent blog dedicated to the narration of the kamisato's chief retainer: tohma of genshin impact. remade november 2024 & supported by inu since october 2021. [ 21, he/him, japanese + mexican. ]
i am wary of following other writers in the hyv rpc that aren't critical about the way they consume this media: i will not write with those who refuse to acknowledge hyv's blatant colorism, racism & orientalism. if you whitewash characters like kaeya & xinyan, who already tend to be victims of whitewashing by hyv itself, i will hardblock you.
i. first thing’s first, i use tohma opposed to thoma. why? that’s for me to know & for you to find out, babygirl! but no, i do actually have a REASON for that!
ii. this is a remade blog. i’ve written tohma before but i used to go by the alias of, “tomoya”. i don’t expect anyone but my close friends to remember me & i don’t really care. i work at a specialty + emergency animal hospital ( 12 hour shifts, 3 days a week. ) & am also a veterinary medicine student, so activity will be sporadic, but i try to write at least one thing a day because it helps me focus on things that aren’t school & work. spanish is my first language, japanese is my second & english is my third, please be nice if i make grammar mistakes or i’ll cry, i use english the least in my daily life.
iii. don’t drag me into your drama, i don’t care, i’ll block people that have proven themselves to be nasty & malicious but if it’s just a high school level squabble i truly don’t care. some of you are over 30, please act like it. ( i read callouts & will rb them accordingly if i deem it necessary. )
iv. this blog is multi - ship & i will ship things if i can see the chemistry between both muses. you can always approach me to ship, i prommy i don’t bite, just know that i practice ship exclusivity so if you ship with me i won’t be shipping with another version of your muse, no exceptions. ( as of now the list is: ayato, sunday, tartaglia. ) tohmato is the, “canon ship” of this blog, so in general threads when tohma refers to a boyfriend it will ALWAYS be ven’s ayato.
v. there WILL be nsfw on this blog, sowee in advance. there will also be mentions of pregnancy, ayato & sunday are trans masc, as i & venacy am, & it’s canon to our ships ‘lore’ for both of ven’s muses to have children with tohma in the future because we love the idea of our muses becoming dads. anyway, anything overly explicit will be put underneath a read more, suggestive things will always receive the, “suggestive //“ tag.
vi. if i follow back it means i WANT to interact with you! feel free to send me unprompted asks! or come into my IMs to plot! my alias means dog but i prommy i don’t bite like one! i HARDLY ever follow first. i also block liberally.
vii. i match length but don’t feel obligated to do so when writing with me! if you write 50 paragraphs i will too, trust, don’t ever be afraid of writing, “too much” when it comes to me! i love para replies.
viii. i’m down to be affiliates! but that would require extensive lore sharing & plotting. right now i’m only affiliated with close friends but i’m never against plotting & making new friends! it never hurts to ask!
ix. if i followed you & you don’t follow back after a certain amount of time i’m going to assume that you aren’t interested & i’ll block so i don’t accidentally refollow. please don’t take it personally, i just don’t want to make either of us uncomfortable. same thing if you softblock, i’ll hardblock so i don’t refollow. if you want to follow from a different blog that’s fine.
x. for transparency’s sake i’m a DID system. i am 21 as an individual, but i do NOT age, i stay 21 no matter what. the body, however, will be 22 on february 14. this is something i have ALWAYS been transparent about. i will always write the body age separately so people are aware. read THIS on alters & aging if you’d like to educate yourself on this as a concept!
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ok actually i’m lazy. tohma is STILL my priority, don’t think otherwise, i’ll be on here to write tomorrow, but i also have @midokai now if you guys want to follow me on both of my blogs ^_^
❝ so [ . . . ] what exactly does, 'supernatural beings' entail? ❞ genuine inquisitiveness, the raised quirk of brow, the idle placing of chin 'pon palm, propped up by the elbow placed 'gainst table's surface. miniscule narrowing of eyes & just like that facial expression bounces back to trademark tranquility, the beginnings of a smile in @hamartiah's direction. ❝ youkai clearly count, right? ❞ // ♡ : jin.
there's a giggle brought forth . tohma doesn't show it , yet still ayato understands — that jolt of electricity that comes with every bare - skinned touch , terrifying yet fearful to touch just the tips of their index fingers together . it's like , despite having met all of ten seconds ago , they already share a connection : the feeling of touch so foreign to anyone else when it is this craved , this crazed , this craven . she takes his hand in her own once more , presses a kiss to the top of it with no thought as to why . maybe it's too soon to pledge her undying loyalty to him , yet . . . maybe he needs a break , ayato comes to think . he's been dragged from archon knows where , brought to a new nation , learning new names , new faces , new flowers . but his smile says that he's having fun , so he points at his own leggings . ❛ hakama , ❜ even if he won't remember it . he points to his shirt . ❛ kimono . ❜ he can always teach him again later .
twirling of plucked camellia inbetwixt pads of thumb & index finger, idle swaying of body side to side to mimic the comfort of rocking to & fro, mismatched hues glued to the floret within grasp—— then, the fluttering of it to the ground, 'gainst his feet / an instinctive need to release hold when the press of lips meet the skin of hand: abashed, shy. turn of flushed visage away & the abrupt cough into fist, line of vision seeking the depths of some nonexistent undiscovered territory within flowerbeds. ( nervous. highly strung. ) an inquiry on the tip of his tongue, the warmth of figurative honey & then. silence. that's right, he does not know how to ask in a way that she could possibly understand. the stupid language barrier. ❝ hakama? ❞ the term is savored, mulled over, delicately ingrained into recollections & with it the image of ayato's attire—— photographic memory. he'll remember this later. ❝ flower. ❞ train of thought off course, preoccupied once more by the shrubbery off to the side. the turn of body away & the ending of what was meant to be the first teachings of many. ❝ want flower. ❞
❝ are you sure you can see it? the tall grass makes it nearly impossible to find anything. ❞ he’s not entirely sure how it’d made its grand escape in the first place—— as far as he knows, there are no gaps in the wooden fencing, no openings allotted to runaway chicks. perhaps wire is in order, surely that would keep the rest of the fowl from a treacherous escapade amongst the real world, outside of the sanctuary of the estate’s stone walls. if nothing else, he's thankful @efloresce has volunteered her hand at the grueling task of tracking down a baby animal in such a large expanse of wilderness. ( maybe raising hens was a foolish plan after all. ) ❝ be careful. those things are fragile. you wouldn't want to accidentally kill it. ❞ : ♡ !
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 within sky blue eyes that flashed across such intricate features. "Oh, don't worry about the cost," Navia's lacy gloved hand waved dismissively, "But if you're volunteering—having a contact within the city would be most helpful." Unlike in Fontaine, the Demoiselle was without her intelligence network. Knowing who to talk to and where to go was far beyond her current knowledge.
"I promise I will compensate you!" She smiled all too brightly, resting her chin on her palm as she fluttered her lashes in a far too dramatic fashion to plead her case. If Melus and Silver were there, how they'd frown upon such actions ... Navia flitted the thought from her mind, keeping her perfectly glossed lips upturned in a beaming smile. "Name your price! Food? Mora? It'll be yours."
Desperation wasn't a good look ... but she hardly cared. "I'd also be happy to throw in something for the esteemed daughter of the Kamisato Clan as a bonus," The Demoiselle remarked, having done far more research on the important figures than she had on the cultural and societal locations themselves. "As much as I appreciate your willingness, I don't want you to go without proper thanks."
the bewildered quirk of brow, befuddled & unbalanced 'pon features, the mild cant of head off to the side, transient—— a once-over of her person & then thick understanding, tangible cognizance. on second observation, she does bear the mien of someone characteristically consisted of wealth, if her wardrobe were not enough to entail such a prospect / hand nearly extends outwards to brush lavish fabric with fingertips, 'til he's pulled back down to earth with the adjoining terms that freely fall from glossy lips 'fore him. ( what is he doing? when has it ever been appropriate to touch an acquaintance's attire so brashly? how rude. earth to tohma. ) ❝ like i said, i'm willing to help, that's what i'm here for. ❞
still, compensation sounds like an alluring scope of possibilities & who is he to deny such a notion when she's offering so graciously? food [ . . . ] though it sounds like a good idea, is easy to attain. mora [ . . . ] he has enough of that to go around, more than he's likely to squander in his entire lifetime & then some: he quite likes to bargain, prefers not to spend it negligently whenever feasible / money has never been much of an affair to distress over.
it all sounds enticing but never does it feel quite enough.
& then [ . . . ] the mention of his dearest kamisato ayaka. bingo! she's finally got him—— nod of head in agreement much too animated. ❝ that would be perfect actually, ❞ because the young lady of the house has always been one of his two main priorities. even then, his mind is elsewhere. ( hell, he'll shoot his shot. the worst she could say is no. ) ❝ how about that and, ❞ a brief pause, like he's attempting to conjure up what to say next, words chosen carefully in the midst of turbulent mind, muddled with sentiments of varying emotions. ❝ not a date exactly, unless you want to call it that, but how about i take you out at some point, in exchange? ❞
hello ! i stumbled upon your blog not too long ago and i would like to say that i absolutely adore your writings and how your portray thoma! i was wondering if i can get any tips or advice on writing? and writing in tumblr in particular as well. thank you very much and have a pleasant day ahead!
OH MY GOD? I AM SO TOUCHED THANK U NONNIE.......... T_T
i would say that ... a lot of my writing is influenced by fics i've read in the past few years, i think if you want to get a grip on writing in a much more ... 'flowery way' i'd say to read a lot of fics that use words that aren't in people's everyday vocabulary? a lot of fics that are incredibly long are like this, or hell, just read books in general, i use a lot of words i don't normally see around but that's because i read a ton and because for uni when we do writing prompts they urge us to sound more Professional so i've learned many ways to say the same thing but have it look Fancier, if that makes sense? just reading! lots of reading! and reading over your stuff to make sure it flows well, you might have to change tenses of words or you might go back and realize that your sentences needed certain words added to them to flow better!
for writing on here though? i would say that ... it looks a lot more intimidating than it actually is tbh. i would 100% recommend using extensions like xkit rewritten and there are sites that make formatting so much easier such as roleplayformatter and this space generator. you don't even HAVE to format if you don't want to, nor use icons, i write with people who do neither of these and i don't really care, it's up to preference really.
i have a lot more to say but i feel like it would be better on a one-to-one basis? my IMs are always open in case you want to hit me up personally, i'm always willing to help face to face! :D
It would have been absolutely inconsiderate if she didn't try any of the dishes. After all, it felt like -forever- since she had Inuzuman cuisine. The director herself, was always eager to try new things. And this included an array of foods. Though she did draw at some things. Xiangling's tendency to experiment with slime condensates were just one of those.
Thank Archons Tohma never did that. Right? She in fact, enjoyed his cooking. And perhaps a little too much? That impulsive behavior once again got the best of her.
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The mix of dry spices, including the onslaught of paprika near violently tickled the back of her throat. A strangled coughing sound soon followed. She used the hem of her sleeve to wipe the involuntary tears that formed around her eyes.
"Aaaiycck.... t..too spicy???" she replied in feigned bewildered tone. She spoke in between each cough. "Pl-please I'm from Liyue. We...pride ourselves on such tolerance." Her hand reaching across the table in an almost blind fashion to look for some kind of relief. Finally, she found a tea cup...
Only to much of her dismay it was empty. She turned her attention to the housekeeper once hearing his apologetic voice. Another, small cough escaped from her. By now it had subsided, though a burning sensation did linger a bit. She sucked in some air, as if it was a soothing attempt.
"Mmmm...no no. Don't feel..bad" she reassured. "I just got ahead of myself~"
she doesn't seem all too convincing. alarm, dread & apprehension, the instinctive need to rectify a mishap enabled by his misgivings / dramatic as it is, for a fraction of a second he ponders the ideation of whether she might just die at the table, having succumbed to the ingestion of such heavily seasoned cuisine—— perhaps, next time, he should lay off the spices, it's too late to revise the recipe now, when she's already consumed a majority of the meal & it isn't like he could remove the seasoning from such nourishment at the molecular level, though he wishes he could, as ridiculous as that sounds. ( always the worry wart. )
❝ don't die on me, at least. ❞ because how is he going to explain a setback this monumental to his young master? how would he hide the corpse? actually, he'd have to perform cpr at bare minimum, in case it'd bring her back. or maybe throw her over a shoulder & get her emergency medical help? he's getting ahead of himself, imagining nonexistent scenarios / she's fine, she's fine—— there will be no playing hero today. hopefully.
ah [ . . . ] & he'd forgotten to get her a drink too, to add insult to injury. the embarrassment hits him like a truck, like he's been shot. ( how could he have forgotten something so crucial?! )
❝ do you [ . . . ] want some water? ❞ surely she does, her throat must feel sore after such a callous undertaking: the guilt has begun to eat him alive, from the inside out. he'd unintentionally tortured her, she must hate his guts, despite there being no inkling of such a notion being true. ( she despises him now, she must! ) ❝ i'm sorry, i swear i thought i'd brought you a drink. ❞
Ayaka chuckled softly at his excitement? that is what she is gonna call it. ' Sure Tohma! we can have anything you want, that actually sounds good to me as well, I think I tried it before.' She was use to the whole wealthy kind of food, so maybe a different platter would be just the thing she needed. ' Shall we head out? '
❝ would it be okay if i brought the dog along? ❞ because wherever he goes, meatball was sure to follow—— the most stereotypical of golden retrievers: witless, foolish, clumsy, the embodiment of a flailing fish, out of water. ( she was a safety hazard in itself, rambunctious to a fault & yet partaking in such lively endeavors felt wrong without her by his side. ) ❝ it's okay if you say no, i know she's a bit [ . . . ] difficult. ❞ difficult being an understatement.
his excitement shone as bright as the sun rising the comparison to an eager puppy more than fitting, she thought to herself. breathy giggles & tender heart for tohma the heiress gently placed hand 'pon his elbow ; their bond special. he was important to ayaka, of course she'll always cherish his company & opinions. his care & devotion to ayato & herself weren't unseen lashes fluttering as a smile only shared with CLOSE PEOPLE shapes pinkish colored lips. ❛ i'm glad you like my proposal . ❜ voice soft, hues close as she closed them for a moment to emphasize gratitude. it would most likely help calm dear persons nerves, she imagined. fingers still placed 'pon his arm, index taps lightly & carefully. ❛ for tea . . something light & helpful for a good sleep later on sounds goood . i'll trust your skills & choice , tohma . ❜ flash of teeth as she twinkled CONFIDENTLY now, voice warm & silky like milk / honey.
❛ am i ? i did not notice how much time has progressed , admittedly . ❜ she sounded a little sheepish, embarrassed even as she started to direct their steps towards the living areas. it would be way more COMFORTABLE to sit down there & chat while they'll enjoy a soothing tea afterall. she could tell he's been genuinely worried ; heart aching for him one of her dearest friends & confidants in this every turbulent world. ❛ i was so engrossed into my work . . . it won't happen again , promise . i wouldn't want to cause you to worry like this again . ❜ she squeezed his arm gently where palm rested as they finally reached their destination.
❛ no no , there is no need for you to apologize . ❜ it was endearing just how much care / warmth / excitement was shown VISIBLY on companions mimic the heiress feeling a little airy chuckle slip free. ( cherished ' bosom buddy ' chosen family to her ) as she sat down after lifting her hold onto him, she adjusted her legs to stay under the HEATING BLANKET of their sitting arrangement. it was a chilly night. as much as ice produced such, which means it shouldn't bother the kamisato ; she was sadly a so called ' frostbite ' ( a person who feels cold easily ).
❛ i'm working on sewing , or rather learning how to . 'tis why i stayed up this late . i lost track of time . this is what i'd like to hear your thoughts about . ❜ ayaka reveals, gaze drawn towards her hands on the dark surface of the table. crimson taking over creamy color of cheeks as it mingles / dances across. it was hard to ADMIT such a frivolous thing, her imperfection as she was STILL LEARNING / STRUGGLING .
❝ what’s your opinion on ending the night with a cup of hōjicha? any suggestions? ❞ sencha, gyokuro, bancha—— an array of decoctions to choose from / never a shortage of teas to brew within the confines of the kamisato’s scullery—— organized methodically, as per the request of furuta on a rainy day, with no respite for the foreseeable future: a torrential downpour, so he’d busied himself with classifying the pantry via structured groups, ever diligent in his approach, ‘til it had reached a level he mused sublime, arranged impeccably, much like a modern day work of art, every task done with purpose, never lacking despite its triviality. was it still methodized as he’d left it? still cataloged to near exemplariness? ( archons know he hopes so, least he start from the ground up once more. ) ❝ have you been to the pantry as of late? ❞ if so, perhaps she could answer the striking inquiry chipping away at the innards of his brain—— a trip in order, to see for himself, amidst the qualms & affronts of his turbulent mind / her rejoinder to either assuage the unrest or only empower restless convictions. nevertheless, despite the disorientation of his unrest he follows, a puppy led by invisible leash, facial expression ever the definition of placidity, buoyant in her companionship, a metaphorical skip to every step.
her touch scalds, scorches in virtuous admiration: undeserved, unfit & unsuitable / call him selfish, shameful & self serving but he does not care, relishes in the press of her palm despite how ill suited he is to receive such caress—— reassurance appreciated wholeheartedly, grasped onto with such tenacity, the desperation of a baby bird aflight, aching just the same. another appearance of perfected smile, with a finesse nearly as refined as her’s / ameliorated. ❝ you don’t have to keep that promise, ❞ because deep down, even though it comes from the innermost concerned part of his being, he is acutely aware that he cares too much, that he fears, above all else, making her feel like a canary eternally imprisoned within a rusting birdcage, her wings doomed to atrophy from the vigilance bestowed ‘pon her. ( she’s not a baby, she’s a grown woman, capable of looking after herself—— the reality of it wounds more than he wished it would. he must let go, if he wishes for her to soar to great heights. ) ❝ i just get worried, is all. ❞ more than he should, more than he ever should.
a fleeting moment, an inkling of despair & the drop of body down, neatly, to take a seat, poised & polish / the urging obligation to offer a sincere apology & then [ . . . ] the abrupt mention of sewing—— such a term so cloyingly delectable it makes glimmer of hues come alight, all else forgotten, pushed aside, at his demeanor’s behest. ❝ you’ve taken up sewing? ❞ ideation marveled, sincere elation: joy, zest, excitement. the accidental slam of palms ‘gainst table in unbridled exhilaration, a wince & the follow of apols ‘neath breath whilst he pushes himself to his knees, bliss contagious. ❝ i can teach you, it took me forever to get the hang of it, ❞ much more taxing than knitting, surely, he has the finger pricks from excessive needle practice to show for it, but well worth it. perhaps in the future he could get into creating his own clothes. yes, he’d like that. an ambition for the future.
❝ i think it’s nice that you’ve got a hobby, it’s a nice skill to have, ❞ & will surely keep @solaurous preoccupied for eons to come, a pastime they could partake in together—— perhaps they’re more interconnected than he’d thought, to have started such a leisurely pursuit simultaneously, it brings him a sense of felicity, to discern a smidge of their similarities. ❝ we should practice together. ❞
❝ before i let you see i just want you to know that it's okay if you don't like it, ❞ because he values @maddm's opinions & her outlook, much like he treasures the convictions of the kamisato siblings—— not a peek 'til he's fully spoken his part, palms hovered over light colored hues, not close enough to touch but adequate to conceal the gift from her eyesight / a respectful distance, even though he swears his heart is nearly 'bout to beat straight out of the cavity it resides in. ❝ it took me two days in total, i had to rush it because i wanted to give it to you before you had to go back home. i think i must've poked my fingers with the needle about a hundred times. on the count of three, okay? let's say it together. one [ . . . ] ❞ : ♡ !
