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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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indie momo ayase from dandadan. as adored by sleepy ( 25+, pst. ) animanga inspo ( i'm caught up on both ; not spoiler free ) carrd ( wip eternally ) || multi-muse, oc, crossover, anon, etc. friendly ♥ graphic credit
disclaimer: i am not fast. irl always comes first.
blog tags: headcanons. // re: powers. // memes.
ooc tag: trashboat.txt // ooc ask.
“Momo…. Holy fuck… There’s a rumor of a channel that plays at midnight and it… Huff huff… Sends you into a tv world.”
@bxd-kxrma!
❝ Take a breath, jeez. ❞ Had she run all the way here? ❝ What're you on about? ❞
there was something about momo trying to grit her teeth through her injuries that reminded you of a dog with a limp , still trying to put on a brave face in an unknown place so as to not be preyed upon for such a glaring weakness . an instinct , maybe . you thought it was cute ; you had a dog once .
“ Of course ! What would be the point of drawing you a bath i I was going to let you wear the same sweaty clothes ? Isn't being a good host a big thing over here ? ” and as cute as her pained expression was , you weren't so cruel as to just watch . being the gracious host you were , you took her into your arms with an almost practiced care ; she smelled nice . adrenaline , sweat , it all warped together into something fragrant . “ Besides , your grandma would be mad if I took you home bruised and stinky . ”
it wasn't a particularly far walk to your bathroom , maybe twenty feet if you stretch it , but you weren't walking with much haste either ; she smelled nice . momo was cute , the devil in your heart thought you were a fool , but it ticked nonetheless . “ I could help you wash y'know , like one of those old guys at the nursing homes . ”
She had a point — as much as Momo hated to concede it. So when Reze moved and dipped down to serve once more as a crutch of sorts, Momo grumbled an, ❝ Alright, alright. You win, ❞ before taking advantage of her steadiness.
Step … Step … Step …
Despite the two going at a relatively slow pace, they reached the bathroom fairly quickly. A testament to the modest size of her apartment — and appreciated. Momo unwound her arm from Reze once they'd reached the entryway. ❝ Thanks. ❞ But then, her brows narrowed ( a stark contrast to the flush of her cheeks ). ❝ As if! I'm not that banged up! ❞ What a ridiculous idea! She shuffled into the washroom only to pause mid-threshold to turn to Reze with a, ❝ Stay out here, ya perv! ❞ A joke — mostly. Then she disappeared behind the door to disrobe.
Her clothes came off easy, aside from the bloodstained portions that stubbornly clung to her skin. She gathered them in a wad before sticking her head out of the door. ❝ Here. ❞ Laundry ball in hand, she'd wait for Reze to take them or drop them depending on her instruction.
Only once she was back inside, door shut, did she scan the room. Empty — much like the rest of her place — save for a 12-in-1 soap ( cringe ) and an unlabeled bottle she could only assume was a perfume or body spray of some kind. When her eyes finally settled on the water's surface, steaming even now, her bruises yelled in protest — they'd be damned if they allowed her to delay their treatment any longer.
Momo dipped her toes in to test the temperature. Hot … But not scalding. And thus, she slipped into the tub and lowered herself 'til her nose hovered just above water level. Sigh.
roommate: wow u look healthy. u seem so stable! 🧍
guard dog .......
ARF AR F AR F AR F ARF ARF ARF HISS HISS
guard dog .......
sick of people acting like she isn’t mega genius
A sensitive pair of ears picked up those quiet words. Hearing was Inuyasha's second greatest sense, next to smell, and taste. Those two were about the same. They were a comfort, and yet... an extreme rush of pain in his chest all the same. A Pain easily hidden to the naked eye. He'd spent not years, but over a century learning to mask what he felt. It wasn't just the emotions, but physical pain hardly fazed him.
Not because it didn't hurt. Inuyasha felt every searing moment of it in full experience. It was because if you showed you were in pain, you'd give someone the satisfaction of knowing they hurt you.
This was different. There were a million things he could have said.
I don't want you to go. I want you to talk about me the same way you praise Okarun. I want to be worth your time, too.
Instead, he settled for the reality of the situation. The guy was still alive, and Momo's happiness meant so much more than his own selfish feelings. Maybe if this were years ago, there would be more than his heart hammering in his chest. A demand, 'what does he have that I don't?'.
But time had a way of making you grow up. Inuyasha had already made those mistakes before, and it pushed away the person he'd loved once.
"Keh. Since when do I say somethin' I don't mean?" There was something sharp to his tone. Maybe if he was a jerk, it would be easier. If he could get her to yell, get angry at him, it would hurt less than if he expressed any deeper feeling.
That's what he told himself.
"We start by lookin' around. A human all alone can't go far, and I know how to smell people from your time. It's different than anything here. I never mentioned this, but I've been there more than once, long time ago." With those words, Inuyasha stood straight, arms slipping into the sleeves of his suikan. "Before ya get any ideas, no, I don't have a way t'bring either of you back. If I did I woulda said so when we met. But if we're all together, I can protect you both, and we can figure out what the hell brought you two here."
Silent steps, towards the edge of the firelight. Golden eyes glanced, picking up what he could.
"I can see better at night than humans. Ain't nothin' special, dog yōkai aren't much better than humans in the dark. But a little can make a big difference." Momo had probably already figured that out by now, but he'd stated it anyway. A year was a long time to travel with someone. Then, Inuyasha crouched.
There was the advantage he had that even full dog yōkai didn't have. The extensive knowledge of having no choice but to travel at night, even when he couldn't see. He had his ears, his nose, and knew how to understand terrain just by feeling it between his toes.
"Get on my back. If somethin' happens, you run. The yōkai that roam at night aren't just more dangerous. They have the advantage, they can see clearly on top of it all. If both of us get killed, there won't be any hope for Okarun."
If he gets killed, you'll never smile again. I can't let that happen.
❝ Wait, seriously? ❞ And he decided now was the time to reveal that information? Not, like, a year ago? Though she supposed it wouldn't have made any notable difference. Perhaps that was why he hadn't brought it up previously — that and maybe she would have grilled him on how he'd been able to travel from this era to her own ( presumably ) freely. Now, even had he not voiced the limitation of his knowledge, she wouldn't have pressed further.
If Inuyasha knew how to get her home, he wouldn't have kept that from her. Of that she was confident. But it did beg the question of ‘ how ‘ and ’ why ' he had gone in the first place.
Curiosities better saved for another time.
‘ Ain’t nothin' special, ‘ he said. There he went again selling himself short. Where his eyesight might fail, his other senses would no doubt make up the difference. Momo had witnessed it countless times during their travels ; how his natural capabilities were leagues above her own. ( Whether he'd acknowledge it or not. )
Auburn eyes followed him as he maneuvered around the fire. When he settled at its edge, her gaze shifted back to the flames she'd forgotten to stoke. There was merit in venturing out as soon as possible, even if it was nighttime. However, as he too brought up, there were also significant disadvantages. Ones she wasn't sure were the smartest idea to take head-on.
It wasn't like her to be so cautious. More often than not, it was Momo who'd dive head-first into a gnarly situation and hope for the best. But when others' — when Inuyasha's — safety was at stake, she couldn't help but hesitate.
It's in this same vein that she'd jerk her head to glare knives at him. ❝ Like hell I'd run! It's not worth it if we don't both make it out, y'got that? ❞ And she's certain Okarun would agree with her. A ‘ tch ’ and she'd spare a final glance at their fire before rising to her feet. ❝ Fine. I'm in, but on one condition. ❞ Turning to him once more, brows furrowed and determined, ❝ I won't leave you. So if things get dicey, we both hightail it outta there and find somewhere t' lay low ‘til the sun comes up. How’s that? ❞
u guys kno the drill
mmphh --- ?! ' gah --- hey !! ' his shoulders leap , his eyes snap wide open , his hands lift too like they were either caught or ready to retaliate the instant she's put his face into that signature ayase vice - grip . there's no stopping her : she pulls and pulls and puuuuuuulls and yet he keeps himself from curling any fingers into a fist and throwing a frantic , stopping punch . instead his hands wrap helpless and pleading in their own weak clamps around her wrists .
' you can't do thiiiiiis ? ' well , she clearly was . could . no matter how much he whined ( yowled ) about it . ' i thought i was s'posed ta be the adult here ... you've been hangin' out way too much with those grannies after all --- ' urgh , as if seiko wouldn't have thrown in an extra good whap with a paper fan over his head after pulling his cheeks long enough to stretch across the glorious japanese mountains .
apologizing wasn't any sort of problem : ' look , i'm sorry ! i'm sorry , okay ?! ' and he was pretty damn sorry ( for himself ! ) ( no , for both of them ! ) for what he was about to say to the rest , too ! ' you know you're tryin' ta extort from a ghost though , right ? money is ... money is kinda --- '
ooh , baby , he's broke !! some guy who was supposed to be the adult he was . after years and years of simply taking --- something momo was sure to disapprove of , he's been left without any familiarity ; no more monetary hope . still , if it was what momo wanted --- ( the truth ! the truth above it all ! ) ' ... i can steal it , though . some takoyaki n' plenty a' cash right outta the bins . '
the pluck of mischief runs through his heart and he's already bracing himself --- looking at her with just a little too much flutter in his lashes and teeth in his grin to be anything like wholly innocent or ashamed .
❝ Adult my ass, ❞ came her scathing reply, hands still kneading his cheeks like dough. Only once he'd apologized — twice over — did she let go with a huff and a defiant fold of her arms. In truth, Yan Qing didn't have much to be sorry for. If anything, Momo should have been the one offering them up with her reactivity and crude methods of ‘ masking ’ her emotions. ( The latter being significantly less effective than she'd like to think. ) With that thought came a tinge of guilt, evident in the brief flicker of penitence that loosened her brow.
Keyword: brief. And just like that, her features were taut once more.
❝ Haah? What good is it if you steal it? ❞ This was supposed to be a Yan Qing punishment, not anyone else's! There's a sigh before her hand shot out with an accusatory finger. ❝ Fine! Then you owe me one week of chores! ❞ As reluctant as she was to assign him tasks prior, doing so in the name of pay back was a different story.
hm ... been thinkin thoughts abt momo's choker ...
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❝ Somethin' like that. ❞ ‘ Mysterious ’, ‘ evasive ’, ‘ private ’ ; all adjectives that could fit the bill. There was something … peculiar about Maelle and her aura. Not in a derogatory way, of course. More along the lines of unique, something she hadn't encountered before. On the outside, Maelle played the snarky teen well — much akin to Momo herself. On the inside … Well. That she had yet to fully understand.
Hence her comment on ‘ guesswork ’.
Momo's arms had since come to fold casually over her chest and, against Maelle's wishes, her anxiety did not go unnoticed. She hadn't meant to trigger any worries ; she merely wanted to share an observation. Leaning back on one foot, ❝ Nah, I don't think so. Yer just kinda … closed off, I guess? ❞ A cant of the head. ❝ Like, I don't know anything about your life back home. Or why you came here in the first place, y'know? That's usually something friends talk about, isn't it? ❞
@prsonainc asked: ' are those ALIENS ? ' futaba questioned as she got close to the girls earrings . completely fixated on them , ' so vibrant — so cool ! '
Momo took a half-step back — a touch startled by this girl's sudden approach — but she was quick to regain her composure. Lips then bowed into a smile, her hand rose to give one of her earrings a gentle rub in acknowledgment. ❝ Oh, yeah! Thanks, my grandma got ‘em for me.~ ❞ And she was always more than happy to gush about them.
struggling w my words but we ball y'all get what u get JFOIdjfi
@mysticallities asked: ■■■■■ waves at Momo lazily... her 6 left hands copy the same motion. "Oh~! A Mirage!" A floating translucent shimmer begins to materialize and harden. The woman extends a left hand into a gun shape, an action the 6 floating hands copy. They all adjust their angle to face her main hand. Red sparks at their fingertips. The brown-haired, green-eyed girl seems to let out a yawn as a RED LAZER blasts out of her main hand's index finger after absorbing residual energy from her floating hands. Bye bye, gross insectoid thingie. She looks at Momo and blinks twice. "Hey~ hehe... wanna get some ice cream?" LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED!!!! (From ■■■■■)
Hey, uh … what the fuck?
One second she was in hand-to-hand ( s ) combat with some weird bug-like creature, the next she was standing — gobsmacked — on the sidelines while someone else did the dirty work. ( How many hands did this girl have!? ) And just like that, it was over.
❝ Uh … ❞ A set of her own blank blinks. ❝ Mind explaining that first? ❞ What ‘ that ’ she meant went without saying.
