#𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐱𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 a private and selective writing blog for a headcanon based hoshimi miyabi from zenless zone zero . order cannot be broken . established: 12/17/24 && written by eden . they/them . cst && sporadic activity . 21+ minors dni . carrd .
𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 (under the cut):
〖 1. 〗Typical roleplay etiquette is required and expected. Any homophobia, racism, ableism, transphobia, pedophilia, or hate will be found with a block as it will not be tolerated. Typically, I am drama averse so please keep me out of any arguments unless something genuinely harmful is happening. (Our views of harmful may vary. i.e. My view of harmful is you are being abused(physically, financially, emotionally), someone may harm themselves etc.)
〖 2. 〗I am mutuals only and I practice exclusives. I'm picky about who I allow to be an exclusive as I want a roleplay partner who I can mesh well with who wants to grow our characters together. That requires commitment and not everyone is ready for that kind of thing!
〖 3. 〗I am OC friendly. Please, throw them at me!
〖 4. 〗Shipping is my guilty pleasure. Never hesitate to ask me if I am interested in shipping, I will never say no. I enjoy coming up with ideas for different relationships and dynamics.
〖 5. 〗I will be posting a lot of headcanons. If your view of Miyabi is different, all I ask is that you don't argue with me on my headcanons. If my portrayal isn't your cup of tea, just unfollow me. I just want to use my blog as a safe space for my hobby.
〖 6. 〗I have ADHD. I have zero motivation a lot of the time so my replies vary by interest. Some days I will focus on small one liners (work was hard; I want nothing to do with people) or I will be thriving on bigger threads (most likely, I was off). Please, keep that in mind. I am NEVER ignoring you.
〖 7. 〗PSD CREDIT: blue scarf psd by Niixzee.
〖 8. 〗Send Miyabi orange juice and I will love you forever. Have fun!
Something I wanted to put out, I really love how a lot of you moots put so much love into your characters. Your passion. I know I'm nowhere as active, but I do read your headcanons posts and even other neat stuff I see out there. You guys are all doing such amazing jobs with your portrayals. Just wanted you to know that. Yes, even you.
Being the element of inspection was no new deal for the Champion. To be before eyes that hold hopes, blessings and curses. Those that inspect weakness, or those who held their own personal reasons to marvel. A flame like his was certainly open to be beheld. The current company of New Eridu's Void Hunter on the other hand? Many would consider this to be an encounter of the ages.
If only, and Lighter was very amused in this discovery, if only they knew about the eccentricities she was by no means shy in bringing to the forefront. Through that scarlet reflection, those tinted shades veiled the hazy eyes that drew an equally pointed stare back towards her. Then there's the reduction of distance. How the certainty of her gaze was akin to a blade in its own way. Only in nature, and no crueler sharpness.
To her credit? That is an easy way to go and get him bashful. By no means does it find itself openly exposed, not when it felt like an unspoken chall--
Unspoken ponderance was on the table?
"Oh? About the very red thread of fate belonging to the Sons?" As if to add mystique to where she concentrates, that fabric seems to grow alive as a tinge of Lighter's weighted song weaves through it. Vibrant flame briefly flickers, allowing idle embers to flow like moving stars and away from her face.
"Hand to hand, it belongs to the Champion figure to our gang, earned only after a rightful duel that brings two graduations. For the older to move on, and for the newest to step into the role. Do such lofty ideals happen to bring a skip to your heartbeat?"
Crimson eyes follow the beauty of the flames produced by the scorching scarf. Seeing the item come alive was a novelty. When would any person really see such a thing in their lives? She understands it's the essence of the wearer manifesting itself. Such things happen even with her, a light blue glow always graces her hair in the same manner when battle comes about. The magic of W-engines.
His explanation and voice manage to captivate her attention enough for her gaze to travel upwards, right into the pitch blackness of his aviators. Another thing to be curious about.
“Oh, it's got that much history? Then I would call such a garment an heirloom by this point. What would ever happen if it got destroyed?”
The technicalities always tripped her up. Sometimes symbolism worked, but not so much when it wasn't directly handled by her hands. Though, she comes back to answer the rest of his lines.
“It seems romantic in a way. To know that someone will someday proudly own what you put your story into, to carry it forward into the future.”
She did have a thing about such tales. They were familiar to her. Tailless was a bit similar. An heirloom, albeit not in the same scheme. Carefully, the woman steps back and creates a more average distance for people wanting to have a conversation. Her expression hasn't really changed all that much since they've started. The fox thiren was living up to the sly characteristics of the blood she owned.
“Would it be a lot of trouble to ask the story of how you got it? Or do you have a more important place to be?”
Taking care of college business tomorrow so that means I'll be setting aside time to do some replies and finish up some asks I've left sitting (I actually need a graphic and I've been too tired from BBPV sleep positions that I've just not... Posted... Bleh). I hope you guys are having a wonderful week! If not, I'm pretty quick about responding to DMs if you need a listening ear or whatever! Much love !!
Tick tock. Tick tock. Every minute is an agonizing eternity. Miyabi is looking at her computer screen, watching as the analog clock's hands move. They're not moving fast enough, it's as if they've been frozen solid just to mock her. She longs to leave the chains of the workplace. There's something she has been waiting for. It's been the hope of her week, the greatest day of her life. It was going to be the best situation in any lifetime... But it could only happen AFTER work. Dejected, the fox thiren whines as the clock crawls forward.
❛ @harumasatxt... Please, don't change your mind. ❜
She begs him. Miyabi had planned the outing a while ago. It was a commemoration for all of Section 6 and the restaurant of choice was a barbecue joint known for its baby back ribs and all you can eat. Miyabi had chosen it to satisfy the everlasting lust she had for sweet meats. Though, she was worried that the meal wouldn't be enough to convince Harumasa to stay. Being home early was probably more attractive than staying at work to just eat a free meal after, right?
JIIIII. The sound of staring, typically it's an unheard noise, but with the way Miyabi keeps looking at the man ... It's a heavy melody. Her eyes are sharp, squinting and judging as if she's trying to assess something. Was it his fighting prowess? More than likely. Was it how pretty he was? Possibly. Or rather.. her eyes move down.
Ah! Perhaps.
She leans towards him, forgetting that most humans desire a decent amount of personal space. Those lovely red pupils march onward, back and forth while calculating.
❛ That is no ordinary scarf. Can you tell me more about it, @astrxlfinale? ❜
This was definitely about the thread count or fabric of it.
It hadn't been that long since the grand battle with Bringer. Most things had already gone back to normal, everyone had begun doing their daily jobs and rituals. All except for Miyabi who decided that she was going to spend some time looking into things of her own.
Due to her minimal abuse of the system and being the main chief of Section 6, her leave request was easy to get through, if not a bit troublesome due to Yanagi's questions. After the mini interrogation, she was free to enjoy her time in whatever manner she wanted to partake.
Her first pit stop was Random Play. She wanted to get a new movie to watch and spend some personal time talking with Belle and Wise. Talks with those two usually managed to calm down her prickling nerves, if not inspire more questions about their past and history. Though, on her way there her eyes manage to catch sight of a tall, cybernetic individual.
She's seen him before.
Ah, yes. Now, it's all coming back to her. He was the one with two guns back in the Outer Ring, hand on holster. She'd have to ask about them. New weaponry was always fun to discuss even though she would never in a million years replace the prize that is Tailless.
With small steps, she soon finds herself next to the guy. He's close to the arcade and seems lost in whatever they're promoting today.
This was certainly going to be a refreshing experience. Miyabi had joined these patrols before, but that felt like a million years ago. With the creation of Section 6, certain tasks were things of the past. Though, some key connections always gave her the respite she needed from time to time.
Seth had coaxed her dodgy nature by introducing her to more fun aspects of the job. Well, his job. She was taking the opportunity to take off hers. Miyabi would grin at the brilliance of it, but then she would most definitely give herself away.
❛ So, is it a normal patrol? Or do you have your eye on something in particular, @avaere? ❜
With the way that Section 6 was run, Miyabi had built a certain tempo for work. Find out the facts, filter through the nonsense, and eventually get to the conclusion -- usually through fighting. She was used to fixing problems the hard way. Maybe, this excursion could teach her that violence wasn't the only way to speak?
Hi , hi ! This is yet another Hoshimi Miyabi blog of Hoyoverse's ZZZ, written by Eden(29, they/them). Blog is private and independent. Please, hit the heart or reblog if you're interested in interacting! 💋💕 I am OC & Crossover friendly.