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It's finally the time ladies, gentlemen and nonbinary people ! This lovely blog that I have had since 2022 is finally reaching its end. VISIONKEPT is no more as Tomo will resurface back on a NEW BLOG !

Dear friends, thank you so much for so many amazing years in this silly corner of tumblr ( and especially grateful for everyone's patience ). I hope I get to see all of you in the next chapter. THE NEW AND IMPROVED TOMO blog will be COMING THIS MARCH ! Why not now ? Well, I'm taking a month and a week break from Tomo to focus on irl stuff like improving my portfolio and getting more active on the drawing side. Might open a graphic blog one day, who knows.

ANYWAYS, I have to thank you all once more for the support and for giving this character a chance. After almost four years I have finally found the direction I want to take my Tomo and for that, it's for the best to start fresh on a new blog as the new Tomo will have an entire different focus, a kind of REBOOT if you would like to call it that way. Worry not, it's the same idiot you love and care for BUT with a few tweaks in verses and lore.

UNDER THE READ MORE you'll find the NEW RULES AND CHANGES ON TOMO'S CHARACTER expected to be seen on the new blog ! Please ❤️ this post if you have read through them and you would still want to see me and my blond idiot around when I come back. If what you read wasn't of your liking, then it was a pleasure to cross paths with you even if it's for a fleeting moment ! ( Small note : i will slowly start following the people that liked this post on the last days of February ).

Good afternoon, friends ! We are getting closer to the awaited REMAKE that I have to stop for a moment and organize which threads and asks I'll be continuing on the new blog. Under the read more a list of those you'll see around in the future. There's not a lot but I still want to make things clear. Regardless of when they were sent or when was the last reply, these ic interactions will get continued from my part !

"Hehe~♡ Look! I painted your figurines." She dove inside the room then back outside in the blink of an eye, holding out a polished box as if she had everything prepared in advance. Inside, the wooden sea critters that Tomo had carved last year were neatly lined up and proudly presenting their new colours but Kokomi moved them away before Tomo could take a good look.

"For you." She pulled up another open box, inside a few small animals made of polished glass. The shapes seemed to wobble, too big here and crooked around there, betraying the beginning sculptor's shaking hands. Truth told, she had only learnt this craft last week from a visiting artisan from Fontaine. There was no time or much spare materials to practice…

"I'm not very good at this… " Kokomi mumbled, turning away her eyes, "but I hope you like it."

[ this is so short and unsophisticated but i needed komi to get there before tomo day ends ]

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

And just like last time, they are back outside her office, the weight of their intention bumping up the adrenaline in their veins. A scene too familiar for those passing by the same hall, their presence no more than a whisper lost in the hum of routine. A day like any other, ordinary and plain, or so it seems to everyone but THEM.

On this fateful morning they've come with a purpose; to share this meaningful occasion with her. With today being their birthday, it felt only natural to want to spend it in her excellency's company. A hopeful wish rooted in the ( not so ) one sided love they held for the other. A bit bold, obvious even, though in the nature of a human to want to spend it with the person they cared the most. You could say that they were on a mission then, with the first obstacle being. . . the door.

COWARDICE was never a trait that suited them well, yet in that moment, it fit them greatly. The absurdity of the situation, the sheer struggle of knocking on a door, left them engulfed in their own embarrassment. Through countless battles they had stood unshaken ( undaunted ), but this meeting in particular unraveled their calm like no other. Tomoya can hear their heartbeat, a restless drum echoing in their ears, as their hand brushes against the single barrier standing right between the two. Once again the ronin is stuck with the same DOUBTS at the same place. Gods, with how things are going they might as well date the door instead. . . Better get it together before it becomes a reality.

"Happy birthday, Tomo~♡"

Well, at least Kokomi knew better than to keep herself waiting from their expected hesitation. AH ━━ they have become rather PREDICTABLE. Their antics easy to read as they hang loose on their sleeve. There's a nervous laughs coming from their throat right after bowing lightly on her sudden appearance ( not that formalities as such mattered between them anyways ). Her bubbly demeanor helped them regain some of that lost confidence, a smile coming back in record time. ❝ You remembered. ❞ They don't get the time to speak much more, her eagerness bounced in the room as she went back and forward between the prepared gifts.

She kept them, she really did.

Tomoya is then surprised with some old friends they haven't seen in a long time. Little creatures carved from wood, flawed, with uneven parts and crooked smiles. Perfectly imperfect, just how they remember them. It meant the world to them that she had kept it all this time. Even more so with the newly painted strokes giving them a new turn in life. Eyes widely open adore them from their stand, a desire to watch them from up close arises until they are moved away from their sight. A brief moment to see that despite their doubts, they were still on her mind.

Unforeseen had been the new figurines in the second open box she had ready. Out of polished glass, with the form of distinctive animals such as cats and birds. Like their wooden critters, these had MISTAKES - pieces of art that could have turned out better in the hands of an expert. But Tomoya doesn't care about that nor minds it entirely. They were more focused on the small details and the love poured into them. Small, fragile and unequalled on their humble perspective. A gift worth their adoration.

The next gift was something a bit more lasting. With some help from other artisans along their travels he spun a woven bracelet made from many multi colored threads. All each a color for the places they have traveled together. The bracelet was long showing just how much the pair have traveled, a beautiful array of colors. With their travels in Fontaine it ended in beautiful shades of blues.

“Happy birthday Tomoya.”

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

Waking up by Kazuha’s side felt like a gift itself, a quiet blessing that filled the morning with warmth and peace. And this SPECIAL DAY was no different. Within their handmade tent both ronins rested right until the gentle daylight sun hit their features. Groggy tones and tired mumbles were exchange, a few pecks spared along the way. Their feline friend right in the middle, curling up to both in an attempt to catch their attention ( it was working ). Tomo wouldn’t have minded if the entire day had unfolded just like that, sharing one lazy birthday TOGETHER.

But needless to say, Kazuha wouldn't let that be one ordinary morning.

When the fellow ronin left the bed to prepare their gifts, Tomo simply muttered a fruitless 'stay' that fell short on their intentions. Kazuha left, with the promise of returning soon enough, and Tomo as reply, resumed their sleep moments later. For two hours they slept. . . or tried to at least. With the other missing, it wasn't as easy and Tomo, desperate for the time to pass by, played with their 'daughter' on the meantime. Soon after, Kazuha came back with something in hand.

❝ Heh, it's like one small piece of you. ❞ Sakura mochis with a theme of rabbits. ❝ and you too, Tama. ❞ Some others shaped as cats. The first one that catches their eyes becomes their little test subject for a continuous squeeze and stretch, their inanimate features molding to the touch. Although they were meant to be eaten, Tomoya took greater delight in the CUTENESS they possessed. Ah ! Eating them felt like a crime, but leaving Kazuha waiting might be an even greater offense. The eagerness in scarlet hues grew by the second and though he didn't say anything, the blond could tell what he was thinking; 'Take a bite, Tomoya ! Take a bite !'

And that's what they do, taking one bite before the second makes the mochi vanish from plain sight. It's good, DELICIOUS, their palate always so welcoming to Kazuha's culinary skills. Another, this time a rabbit, ends in their mouth right after. The third one is not so different from the rest, except for Tomo making their partner feed it to them with a pleading look ( taking advantage of their special day to be pampered ? GUILTY AS CHARGED ). ❝ Taking care of me like this. My, oh my. I might start to believe that you like me ~ ❞ He does and Tomoya knows that already, playfully teasing him in a way comes natural to them, just like old times. Kazuha huffs and in between the older's loud cracked laugh and their attempt to prompt a kiss, the young hero slides the bracelet on them, THE SECOND GIFT.

" Happy birthday, Tomoya-kun— and here's to many, many more."

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

Trying out new clothes felt. . . WEIRD, ━━━ should specify that they mean it in a good way, of course. Rarely do they ever have the necessity to seek out for a change of wardrobe or the replacement of any of their current pieces. Besides the disruptances regarding the prices compared to their gains, Tomoya never found themselves pulled towards anything in particular. Both, their symbolic red haori and the old-fashioned lavender scarf, have lingered by their side for far more than any of the past companions the ronin have had on their travels. They hold SENTIMENTAL value in addition of their practicality, two clothes they have never thought of renewing nor changing any time soon . . . or so they had thought.

When their employer came in with a big box in hand, Tomo couldn’t help but wonder what this was all about. Their incertitude getting an answer when they opened it together. IT WAS A GIFT. A custom-tailored silk haori, similar in shape to the one they are used to be seen with. But in contrast to their worn-out rags, this cloth could inarguably be described as luxurious, with intricate details that made it stand out in every possible way. It's beautiful, refined, unique, something Tomoya would never be able to afford in ordinary circumstances. Their thumb gently brushes over the embroidered blossoms, and for a moment, they surrender to the urge to trace over every detail it possessed. It's so specific to their liking that they are left there, admiring what they considered a piece of art.

❝ Is. . . this really meant for me ? ❞ What a déjà vu, it's as if they have said something along those lines before ( and they sure have ). Before they can ask again, Honey insists with a chuckle, encouraging the ronin to try it on. And once they do, the new garment falls on their shoulders just right. It fits flawlessly and Tomo knows it by the excitement growing her features, her "guesstimate" being completely right on this occasion. ❝ You made it yourself right ? Gods, Honey, it's so ━━ PERFECT. ❞ For someone to pay close attention to the things they like, to know what suits them best and make something out of it. Ah - it's hard to describe the feeling this gives them. Tenderness might be the closest to it. A mix of red hues spread on their cheeks, her smile contagious though a hand tries to cover it up. ❝ I fear a simple 'thank you' won't do, it's just not enough to put into words my gratitude. ❞

"I uh, also, there's.. something I've been meaning to show you." They'd come to know each other well enough, and Sora believed she could trust them. But besides that, seeing her other form is something she thinks they would genuinely enjoy considering how much they loved felines.

"Walk with me for a minute? There's too many people around here."

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

Those dumplings serve as a nostalgic look back on how their friendship started. A dumpling that had once turned into two, then three and by the end of it Tomoya had not only a full stomach but, most importantly, a new FRIEND. Even the scent itself brings them back to those precious memories of a first meeting, the growing grin on their features spreading from one cheek to another. ❝ Sora - chan, you shouldn't have ~ ❞ There's an attempt of modesty carried on their reply, one quickly shattered by their eager acceptance of the gift. At least the remaining restraint in their body holds them back from trying them out right on the spot. Their hum, full of contentment, was all the proof she needed to know her gift had pleased them gratefully. And if their interest wasn't enough, here comes a pleading meow from under the wraps of their cloth - demanding a taste out of the homemade delicacy.

Sorry, Tama, but this ones aren't for you. ❝ Hey, if you are not busy right now, perhaps we could eat them TOGETHER. Just like old times ! ❞ Food does taste better with friends and a cat.

To: Tomo-nii, Happy Birthday! Thank you for always taking care of me and Tama-chan.  I wanted to get you a cake like you’d always do on our birthdays but um …  I don’t have the money to buy it yet. Is it okay if i’ll get you the cupcake once i grow up and start working and earning money? Until then, here’s a drawing instead! A cake all for you!  We love you! From: Chihiro

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

On that bright and warm Wednesday spring morning the girls had school like any other day, which meant waking up early to prepare the bentos and help them get ready in whenever aspect they required. Not to mention a six hours shift awaiting them afterwards. A pretty BUSY DAY for a family of three yet it had been that way for a while now. At least they have learned to manage things, feeling comfortable knowing that the girls weren't missing anything essential for their growth.

Alright, first thing in the morning: breakfast. Well, waking up ON TIME should be first but that's not really a problem. . . until TODAY.

Somehow their alarm didn't go off at the granted hour and this act of defiance had imposed a chain of events that would go down in their memory lane for the rest of their life.

Initially the older opened their eyes at seven instead of five. They hadn't suspected a thing throughout it, stretching peacefully in bed and feeling refreshened by the added hours to their sleep. Before searching for a shirt, Tomo held up the tangled mess of blond locks in a ponytail like they tend to, yawning on their way to open the curtains just to find an uneventful surprise; The sun was already out.

Under any other circumstances, this would be a good thing; in their current case, however, it meant they were running late. Normally when they wake up there's still a dark mantlet in the sky welcoming the early birds, meaning that Tomo had an hour or two to shower, make breakfast, clean the house and wake up the other two. But this spare hours were far too gone at this point and a quick check on their clock confirmed the evident: it was 7:05 A.M. without a doubt.

Shit, OKAY, it's not THAT BAD. ( It is ). I'll simply not shower today ( YIKES ) so I can focus on the bentos. But would I have time to cook some breakfast ? Maybe a fast sandwich- AH ! Today Tama asked for some fish though, that will surely take some time. Chihiro isn't as picky but she did crave some strawberries yesterday so maybe I could-

Their shirt gets put right on, the cellphone is thrown to the side and one slipper gets lost on their way to the door. They are in a rush and the stressed look said it all. Their steps are sloppy, desperate and they almost slip and fall down thanks to a piece of paper left on their room. ❝ Who left this here- ❞ Of course they know the answer to that, who else would come here to play and doodle with crayons if it wasn't them ? Ah, those kids really need to collect their things after playing. . .

Crouching down to fetch the paper is easier said than done. The stabbing pain in their lower back came as consequence of their continuous play times with the girls ( the older those two got, the harder it was to keep up. Acting out tea parties was one thing, playing horsey for two hours straight was another ). Their tiredness however, vanishes the moment violet hues gaze upon the card.

A cake all for you!  We love you! - From : Chihiro.

A friend told me that a huge docs with g.enshin voice directions + initial character description got lea.ked, they searched and found that it includes K.azuha's initial profile description ( when he was once K.iryu Ka.zuha ) and gods. . . it includes GAA2 lines as well AS A TOMO DESCRIPTION AND I'M GOING INSANE ! ! ! Putting it under the cut A AA A A: