Okay, so Baal’s trailer basically solidified for me that all the archons being named after demons isn’t just a coincidence or some really interesting Easter egg.
I know we’ve already been making theories about Tevyat is upside down and shit since for ever but I want to take it a step farther. I think there’s a chance that Celestia is a warped version of hell, assuming that other ‘gods’ *cough* demons *cough* live there and the Abyss was/is a warped version of heaven. And Hu Tao’s story quest could imply that there is a warped version of purgatory that you can find on Tevyat. DISCLAIMER: I’M AWARE THAT THIS IS AN INSANELY HUGE REACH AND A LITTLE INACCURATE LET ME LIVE
Venti is able to speak to Davlin, Barbatos(the actual demon) is known to give the ability of speaking to animals. Barbatos is also regularly depicted with four king sounding horns. He has four kings as companions. Venti has The Four Winds. Davlin holds the label King in his title so we’re going to assume the other three beings hold the same title.
Zhongli, my beloved. Demons and contracts have been a trope since forever. There’s no need for explanation on that part. Morax(the actual demon) is explicitly stated to have a vast knowledge of precious stones. The name Morax also means ‘that delays’ or ‘that stops’. Zhongli has ceased being a archon. He has also ceased or delayed the creation of Mora with his ‘death’.
Ei is the one who struck me the most(haha struck, lightning, I’m sorry). Her symbolism is the most outright to me. She’s associated with visions excessively. You know what also has a vision? Eyes. Her elemental burst shows a giant eye. Which leaves me to believe that the Statue with visions is supposed to represent eyes imbedded into its wings. Also the eyes on her ‘halo’ that she often has. Looks kinda
looking kinda
kinda
kinda like
like a corrupt biblically accurate angel reference, there, buddy. Also we know that Ei is not the original electro archon. Baal(the actual demon) is stated to have many versions of himself that have been worshipped in the past (kind of a reach). He also has a giant house on a giant mountain, above a city that he flashes lightning from after he kills another god so there’s that reference.
Long story short, me thinks the ‘gods’ aren’t just named after demons for shits and giggles. They’re actual demons and Celestia might be hell.
DISCLAIMER: I KNOW THERE MIGHT BE INACCURACIES, I LOVE THEORIZING AND IT MIGHT HAVE MADE ME A LITTLE DELUSIONAL. THERE ARE ALSO HIGH CHANCES THAT FUTURE LORE WILL SPIT ON THIS POST AND CURSE ITS FAMILY LINE WITH STUPID, TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT
characters: ayaka, diluc, ei, ganyu, kaeya, thoma, zhongli
warnings: thoma’s leaked namecard below the cut :)
note: just,,, ideas about hands and hand-holding. idk man. i’ll probably do a part 2 if this does well. this isn’t beta-read or anything but that’s ok, i’ll die on this hill <3
⋆ kaeya’s hands are definitely colder than most. his hands aren’t freezing, but they’re quite chilly. they lean to the slender side.
⋆ his hands aren’t manicured and perfect, but he takes care of them. his nails are trimmed, he uses lotion regularly, etc. etc.
⋆ kaeya’s a talented swordsman,,, his hands are rough and callused despite the constant care. it’s proof of his experience. his fingers suffer the worst of it due to the gloves he always wears.
⋆ he’s got a few scars - again, mainly on his fingers. they’re not usually visible unless you’re looking for them. he’s confident that the scars add to his charm and he’s right.
⋆ his hands are very expressive; he moves them a lot when he talks. he’s generally doing something with his hands when sitting still, too. it’s rare that you’ll actually see him be completely still.
⋆ you’d think that he loves pda, and you’d be right. sort’ve. kaeya holds your hand when you’re in public, but only if it’s less busy. hand-holding is something he considers intimate, so he reserves it for times when you two are alone, or at least off-duty.
⋆ please invest in gloves that cover your entire hand kaeya
⋆ diluc’s hands are extremely warm - the polar opposite of kaeya’s. they’re a little larger and have prominent veins.
⋆ they’re rough and worn from years of battle. between a pyro vision, delusion, and claymore, his hands have suffered a fair amount of abuse. his gloves help a little, but not enough to leave his hands soft and smooth.
⋆ that said, his hands are oddly comforting. they’re warm and his touch is somehow gentle despite the rough texture. he’s also got a firm grip.
⋆ overall i think his hands are just,,, nice? you wouldn’t hold his hand for the feeling of it, you’d hold it for the sensation. he definitely rubs the back of your hand with his thumb when he’s not thinking about it.
⋆ you know how wearing a pair of wool gloves feels? that.
⋆ ganyu’s hands are delicate. definitely slender, and never too cold or too hot.
⋆ everything about her hands is well-maintained. despite thousands of years of battle, her skin is soft and free of scars, and her hands are pretty much never dirty. she takes great care of her hands.
⋆ ganyu strikes me as the type to polish her nails - likely with a protective polish to keep her nails from breaking during work or battle. nothing too fancy.
⋆ she tends to fidget nervously when she doesn’t have something to do. she’ll often clasp her hands together or tap her fingertips against her thighs. to avoid senseless fidgeting, hold her hand.
⋆ like with diluc, you wouldn’t hold her hand just for the feeling. holding ganyu’s hand is an experience that you should be grateful for. her grip is gentle, almost shy, but you can feel the power under her fingertips. she is a half-adeptus, after all.
⋆ i literally could go on about ganyu for hours
⋆ zhongli’s hands are firm. he has longer fingers, and his hands are overall large. despite this, they’re quite slender.
⋆ seeing as he uses a vessel, his hands are smooth and free from any scar or blemish. no matter how often he trains with his polearm or how severe his injuries are, his hands will always remain clean.
⋆ speaking of clean, he 100% has a very in-depth routine. i’m talking about a 30 minute routine every single night. he also only uses natural products, some of which are impossible to get nowadays.
⋆ holding his hand,,, sigh <3. he never squeezes too tight or holds your hand too loosely. he always removes his glove because he loves the skin-on-skin contact.
⋆ all the sappy things aside, when you hold his hand, you feel the power under his fingertips. he’s a god and the former geo archon, after all. it’s almost like a buzz, like something you can sense but not quite touch. if you hyper-focus on it, it might even tickle.
⋆ he’ll never admit it, but zhongli loves comparing hand sizes <3
⋆ ei and her shogun puppet are drastically different, both in mind and body.
⋆ the shogun is perfect, with slender hands and skin so soft it doesn’t even feel real. her hands are neither cold nor hot. ei, however, has slightly warmer skin, with electricity crackling under her fingertips.
⋆ the shogun is not one for hand-holding. she is a machine built for a single purpose: eternity. that being said, if you do somehow convince her to hold your hand, it’s… underwhelming.
⋆ the shogun holds your hand similar to how she’d hold a cup. or her naginata. there’s no love behind it. she’ll only indulge you as long as her patience lasts, or until she has an excuse to leave.
⋆ ei could not be more different. on the rare occasion she leaves her plane of euthymia or welcomes you in, she loves holding your hand. if it’s been a long time, you might get a little accidental electrical shock.
⋆ in short, ei is a sweetheart. the shogun is not.
⋆ ayaka’s hands are very similar to ganyu’s. slender, delicate, and well-cared for. they tend to be a little chilly, though.
⋆ ayaka tries her best to maintain the appearance expected of a noble lady. she has a nightly and morning routine, and has learned proper etiquette.
⋆ that being said, she is experienced with a blade. if you look very closely at her hands, you’ll notice the calluses from her sword handle. ayaka tries to take care of them, she really does, but it can’t be helped.
⋆ unfortunately, holding her hand isn’t an everyday thing. she has to maintain appearances, and that includes restricting pda. when you do hold hands, she’s a little shy.
⋆ ayaka loves intertwining her fingers with yours. despite her near-constant blush, she loves the little intimate things. if you rub the back of her hand with your thumb, or lightly squeeze her hand when she’s nervous, or kiss the back of her hand, her face is red and she’s using her fan to hide her smile.
⋆ she’s literally just so adorable and lovesick it kills me
⋆ thoma’s hands are warm. he takes his duties as the chief retainer very seriously, so his hands are a little rough from the constant work.
⋆ he has a few small scars, mainly from minor (or even silly) injuries. he maintains his hands, but doesn’t have much time for an extensive routine. wanna melt his heart? rub lotion on his hands for him <3
⋆ holding his hand,,, so lucky <3 thoma loves, loves, loves, holding hands!! due to his position, he can’t engage in pda very often, but when you’re walking down the beach at sunset or strolling through the city when he’s not working, he’s holding your hand the entire time.
⋆ he plays with your fingers all. the. time. he just adores every little thing about you. he’ll swing your arms when you walk and absentmindedly rub the back of your hand with his thumb, and kiss your hand when you depart.
⋆ the thing that kills you, though, is whenever you two are sitting together or cuddling, and he puts his hand on top of yours. just to be close to you. he’s very clingy, if you couldn’t tell.
inazuma girls × reader; reader's pronouns aren't specified.
headcanons of ayaka, baal, kokomi, sara, yae miko, and yoimiya in the company of their very drowsy s/o.
warnings for: power imbalances + unhealthy relationship with baal, don't let the romantic language fool you.
- ̗̀ ayaka ̖́-
if thoma were just a bit more unprofessional, then he'd be teasing her day and night about how her voice hitches the instant you look at her, or the brazen rush of color that swirls on the apples of her cheeks at the mere slip of her name from your mouth; ayaka has, on some occasions, been literally head-over-heels in the middle of the kamisato estate hallways for you, a flustered pile of arms and legs and strewn hair accessories.
"i– oh, i apologize. i wasn't watching where i was going, are you hurt?"
in other words: she's nothing but bashful in your company, and her fondness is painfully obvious, even to the untrained eye.
the first time you allow yourself to go completely limp against her shoulder, the timid kamisato actually believes that something is amiss. she immediately drops what she's doing, careful not to jostle your unconscious body, and inspects your face and pulse.
genuine astonishment isn't an expression she wears often, and it settles awkwardly onto her visage; ayaka reaches out to rub your shoulders and wake you up. perhaps you're ill, and you need to see a doctor. you probably haven't eaten enough today – all sorts of possibilities run rampant in her mind, but come to an abrupt halt once she feels you nuzzle your cheek onto her shoulder.
"oh." she gets it now.
of course, she'll still be concerned. while you're content to rest against her (and her heart keeps doing these little jumping motions, as if it's about to leap out from between her lungs – be still, poor thing), ayaka does her best to keep her figure upright so your neck doesn't crane uncomfortably. she'll also write a note to her retainers to send for a medical advisor, on the off-chance that there really is something that's causing you to feel unwell.
parts of –oh, all of her, from the tips of her ears to the extremes of her toes– are alight with the realization of your trust towards her. inazuma is so hostile nowadays, and being in connection with one of the most renowned clans in the nation can't be easy. your vulnerability, and apparent willingness to share it with her, stirs a warm, kindled sensation in her chest that seldom reoccurs with anyone else.
when you wake up, she's there for you. ready with a myriad of worries and check-ups that will surely keep the two of you preoccupied for the next hour.
- ̗̀ baal ̖́-
the relationship that the two of you share is . . . complex. for one, no one is on equal footing with the raiden shogun, nor ever will be in all of teyvat. two, well . . .
sometimes she will do things that make you feel equal. you've been conditioned your entire career –no, life– to believe that the shogun is all-mighty, barren of competition, and without any obligation to lower herself.
and you still think that. how could you not, when she holds your gaze hostage and curls her voice around your throat, trickles lightning through your bones and bends your knees with just the tilt of her crown–
but she lingers on your figure, beckons you to her side when her other retainers are dismissed, and asks you to stay for tea. her brow eases when you're just an arm's reach away, and you can see the faintest, nearly imperceptible tug of her lower lip between her teeth.
you don't dare protest in these instances, nor verbalize any curiosities. what the raiden shogun wants is her business, and you have no right to interfere.
if only you could tell your mind that, and ingrain it into your soul.
"if there is nothing else to say," she vocalizes one evening, studying your bowed figure on the tatami matt. however, she isn't addressing you, but the other attendants and scouts in her presence, "then you may leave."
the raiden shogun's gaze doesn't falter from you, a silent, unavoidable command, as you rise to your feet and take your place at her side.
this is what celestia is like, you determine as the shogun's palm hovers above your shoulder blades. if it isn't, then what else is?
you don't know (nor do you really want to, apprehensive of an answer to) what the two of you are. perhaps you're her pet, obedient to her whim and incapable of retaliation. yet that fondness in her irises . . . the violet inferno is absent when your eyes meet, and instead, you're only witness to a morning ocean.
"rest." she traces the words into your back, too, and your shoulders sag immediately. with open arms, the shogun welcomes you into her embrace, visage void of any distinct emotion as she cradles your form for the remainder of the night.
- ̗̀ kokomi ̖́-
"that's the last of our tasks today. you look a bit weary – would you like to retire for the day?"
with the lilt in her voice airy and serene, she manages to lure you into her tranquil reef. kokomi's clothes are so inviting to your senses, wafting of seabreeze and island ganoderma, and her smile . . . you'd probably be sent into cardiac arrest, since merely observing her makes your heart halt in your chest.
the sleeves of her dress tickle your cheeks, and boop against your nose. curtains drawn closed and with only candlelight to illuminate the room, the ambiance is much more intimate than in her office. there have been a handful of instances when she's worn herself out and collapsed on atrociously-strewn heaps of books, and you've had to craft a make-shift cot in the study. but thankfully those occurrences are seldom, and the two of you can enjoy the quietude of her room.
lethargy softens the skin underneath her eyes. concerned, you reach out a slow hand to brush the displaced hair from her forehead, but she catches your fingers in her own. she offers her signature, reassuring smile.
within moments, a small jellyfish materializes on her fingertips, just next to yours. it dances and pedals down your arm, over the ridge of your shoulder, and nuzzles your head affectionately. kokomi's quaint laughter follows.
she starts. "we made lots of progress today, and each hour was worth it. the resistance will be glad to hear of our accomplishments. but i can't go out there and speak without my lucky guppy." on queue, a watery string rubs against your cheek. the jellyfish, pleased with itself, evaporates into a light shower of hydro.
"so we should rest now. don't run that ingenious mind of yours in circles."
and what the lady sangonomiya decrees is what shall be done. she cranes her neck to give you a gentle kiss on your lips, content, before squeezing your hand. she observes as your eyes drift shut, and your chest rises and falls evenly.
kokomi falls asleep after ruminating of future days when she won't have to worry about protecting your resting form, because in the future, it'll be guaranteed.
- ̗̀ sara ̖́-
there isn't any instance that you can recall in which sara is at ease. shoulders drawn back and bow at the ready, ruthless efficiency is seemingly her only disposition. even in the face of you, her treasured and loyal tenryou companion, she has yet to let down her guard, or objective for that day.
you worry that's all there is to her. callous meticulousness and pragmaticism for such a devout, unwavering soul to the shogun. there's more to her, there has to be, you wish. not just for yourself to alleviate the shock of her piercing words as they puncture your ears, but for her. she shouldn't just live her life under one goal, one purpose. as prestigious as serving the shogun is, there has to be more to the reason of celestia's blessings than serving others.
the trek today has been laborious. tracking down the resistance is, unfortunately, a tedious chore, and the rest of the soldiers that accompany the two of you have withdrawn to their bedding for the night. sara sits, silent on the lake shore, eyes transfixed on the stark outline of seirai island. tepid yet hopeful, you approach her figure, softly calling out her name as she turns to greet you in the moonlight.
"is there something you'd like to speak about?" she curtly prompts, verbiage formal. you shake your head, and gradually ease yourself down to her side. "it would be best for you to head in soon. the clouds won't be merciful tonight."
again, you shake your head. sara doesn't say anything else, leaving you in the stillness of the night. all of a sudden, your eyelids feel heavy.
"i might . . . actually . . . " you murmur, and sara is quick to turn her head towards you. you seem to sway, and she suppresses the urge to reach out and support you; that would be unprofessional, after all, so she settles for a sigh.
after thoroughly asking for permission, sara wraps an arm under yours, bearing the weight of your body as she helps you to your tent. you're still partially awake, as your feet don't completely drag against the dirt, but she doesn't take any short-cuts. lowering you onto your cot, sara tugs the blankets over your figure, mutely observing as you float to sleep.
another deep exhale. in the morning, she'll ask the kujou physician to ensure that you're in adequate health to continue following the resistance.
- ̗̀ yae miko ̖́-
her eyes lift from the article in her hands as soon as she catches your figure at the tips of her vision. the edges of her lips quirk up slightly, lipgloss shining in the sakura light, as she extends a lithe arm to greet you.
"tell me," she murmurs sweetly, and you sink into her embrace. the weather is pleasant outside the shrine, and the two of you are sheltered from the poisoning at the base of the great tree. although she doesn't tell you aloud, yae does find solace away from the bustle of onlookers. her wit is quick and prowess, unmatched, but a maiden such as herself does deserve her withdrawals every once in a while.
"the day's been kind to you, hasn't it." it's a statement, as if she's seen your afternoon through a crystal ball. there's no envy, nor any other negative sentiment, behind her claim; in fact, yae allows her facial features to soften, rubbing a lone thumb along your side as you sink further into her hold.
"you can sleep. some suns needn't be alert."
a hum emanates from you in response. she speaks cryptically, and those familiar with her have the inkling she does so on purpose. you don't pay any mind to her coy mannerisms, and instead, listen to what she means: yae draws a landscape of the countryside in your mind, air fresh from a meadow and a breeze that carries tales from far away lands.
yae affords an indulgent laugh, lowers her body until her back is flush against the petal-covered ground, before puppetting your figure after her. with your head on her breasts, the priestess threads her fingers through your hair, fixated on how they fall back after she finishes toying with them.
her chest rises, then falls. with her heartbeat, you have a lullaby of the shrine itself, whispering into your ear and caressing your skin.
although yae closes her eyes, she doesn't drift like you do. she still intakes the mumbling of inazuma denizens from up the shrine, and the zephyr codings in the wind. eventually, her hand falls, and she indulges herself by allowing it to collapse on top of yours.
yes. some suns needn't be alert.
- ̗̀ yoimiya ̖́-
"what say you and i get some treats after the festival? did'ya hear – apparently there's this fellow from kannazuka who's really popular for making taiyaki . . . "
it's always lively with her around. any other stranger to yoimiya's eccentricity would probably be left with whiplash, since her pace is break-neck and adaptability, unparalleled. but to her jubilation, you seem eager enough to keep up.
the past month especially has been hectic, with non-stop preparations for the plethora of summer festivals in inazuma. yoimiya has been in and out of the work shop more times than you can count on your two hands, yet never relents.
you've even taken care to help out where you can, the pyrotechnician carving out breaks to teach you how fireworks operate, how to process orders, so on and so forth.
you're practically apart of the business now, and yoimiya ensures to compensate you with plenty of gifts and kisses.
this is one of the last festivals of the summer season, much to both your relief and despondency. the two of you are understandably exhausted, although yoimiya doesn't wear the fatigue on her sleeve as much as you do; that's just how she is, still insistent on enjoying the festival that the two of you contributed your time to make shine.
"waah, there's a good spot up ahead! c'mon, let's go there."
with snacks in-hand, you plop down next to her. she's right (as always): there isn't any foliage to obscure the twinkling sky above, nor too many nearby individuals that'll smudge your alone-time. content, you nestle closer to her, the melody of distant chatter and pacified onikabuto gradually dulling your senses . . .
of course, yoimiya notices when your breathing evens out and you're just a bit heavier against her arm. briefly, she detracts herself from the colorful, explosive display above to fold her legs and lower your head onto her thighs.
her fingers are nimble against your scalp, carding through your hair. you're none the wiser to her care, even as the blasts above dwindle off and the shore overtakes the ambiance at midnight.
Ik she’s supposed to not able to cook but idrc so I’m gonna make her be able to cook cuz I can. And you’re in relationship with both Ei and Yae b/c why not .3. Also if you’re a person that requested something and you see this no you didn’t
Ik Ei can’t cook but idk I think she could
As long as you give her instructions or show her yourself
I think she would be super invested and serious about it so she would follow what you say to the T
You would have to tell her to relax a little bit but you found it cute at how serious she was about it
She would even take notes and honestly record it if it was possible
Yae would also come to watch an help you with her
She would definitely mess with Ei as she tries to cook
You would have to pull her away from her and tell her to not to come into the kitchen
If she keeps messing with you and Ei you would have to ban her from the kitchen
Telling her if she keeps it up that she won’t be getting any kisses from both Ei + you
When you finally have a non distracting environment you get Ei back on track and cheer her on
When she’s done with her first meal she would give it to you first knowing Yae would tease her and not take this seriously
But you wouldn’t so you get the first bite and it’s not that bad
You tell her that she put too much of one seasoning but other then that it’s delicious
She would honestly cry at what you said and pull you into a hug
You would have to move super quick to make sure it doesn’t get all over the place
She would be giving you kisses all over your face saying thank you and telling you she’ll make sure to watch her seasoning
Yae would come up and take it while you’re immobilized and take a bite
She would agree with that she put too much of the seasoning but otherwise it was amazing
She would joke about having to keep you around forever so Ei could actually make decent food
Ei would agree with a big smile and hug you tighter
Can you breath probably not but you’ll die by boobs and pretty girl so you’re not complaining
since she spends most of her time isolated, she’s pretty bad at communicating.
at first she wont really know how to tell you she needs space so she’ll isolate like she’s used to. this also applies to when she feels ANY sort of emotion because she’s just not used to it
you made her smile? yeah she’s gonna go into her plane of euthymia for the next two days.
“emotions have no place in eternity”
she’s a little hard headed at first about actually feeling things
over time, however, you slowly get her used to the idea of facing her emotions instead of running from them.
she really does try her hardest because she knows it’ll make you happy
sometimes she’ll even ask yae miko about the things she feels.
once she asked miko about a weird stomach feeling whenever she was with you. she honestly thought she was allergic to you or something which would’ve been impossible because she’s an archon but it’s ei so
miko always brings that up whenever they’re together and ei tells her to shut up
it’s hard for an archon to learn such human things, but ei doesn’t mind (anymore). she enjoys your company far too much to really care.
Scenario where reader has a picnic with their S/O(Ayaka and Ei-seperate ofc)under the Sakura trees together-and they have their fav deserts as they watch the sunset together <3
Synopsis: an absolutely lovely picnic (seriously though the setting you described is absolutely gorgeous)
Warnings: none!
Game/ fandom: genshin impact
Characters: ayaka, and Ei
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: I am so sorry again this is so late :’>
— Ayaka —
Makes the most delicate, and delicious foods you’ll ever see. Makes food that she learned from a cookbook, about all these recipes from all over teyvat.
You got crepes, almond tofu, and of course mini moon pies! They’re so prettily put together your mouth is watering by the time you get to the location of the picnic.
Cherry blossoms falling in your hair, as you eat this delicious food, and watch the waves of the ocean, overlooking mondstadt and liyue as the sun sets.
Your hands interlock as you finish your meal, and for a crisp moment the world feels bigger than it is.
— Ei —
You gotta make the food… she only has one request. Cake. Or cheesecake. I think she really likes both.
Will help you decorate the cake… if you make one. It won’t necessarily look pretty though.
You both spend the whole day in the kitchen, making a meal for you both to enjoy later that evening.
You walk out to the courtyard, and have your picnic there. It’s in the security of your own home, but still… freeing.
Eating your cake, you look above you, seeing the sky change to shades of red, oranges, and purples.
Sighing, you rest your head on ei’s shoulder. You don’t even have to say a word, she understands perfectly what you are trying to convey.
a little summary: how would they act on a karaoke night?
note: dont take this seriously LMFAO
albedo
swears that he’s not going on the stage tonight, but then gets dragged up by kaeya and he can’t back down anymore. that one person that you never heard singing in your life and then he opens his mouth and has one of the most angelic voices you’ve ever heard.
childe
sings “russian roulette” by red velvet and does it surprisingly well. expect him to be singing beautifully one second and the next screaming out his lungs. says it adds to the experience, (spoiler alert; it does, but not necessarily in the way he probably meant). please protect your ears while with that man.
baal
that one person that chooses the songs to make others cry. swears she doesn’t want to be here at all, but her voice seems to portrays way too many emotions for her to be indifferent about it. it seems as if you can feel all the pain and sorrow she carried for all the years she’s been allow. makes everyone listening feel what she does.
ganyu
doesn’t know how she ended up here (probably ningguang taking her with her when she realized she’s been sitting in the office way more than she should). sings “rises the moon” by liana flores. her voice makes everyone quiet down and stop for a second. she’s the one that closes her eyes and absolutely gives herself to the music.
ningguang
has one of those very specific and rich voices. doesn’t really participate and sits in the corner, silently humming to the music. tries to give support but sometimes ends up intimidating others by accident. gives everyone a cup of water when they come back after singing. you need to take care of your throat.
yoimiya
is up on the stage 99% of the time. sings with everyone if they only allow for her to do so. she’s the most excited to be here and makes the best out of it. you can feel the happiness and energy seeping out of her voice and it seems to help others get into the mood as well.
