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Odd OC Asks // 🍪 What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

Odd OC Asks

For the most part, Jak doesn't really... deal in sentimentality, though after a few years of RP, a few people managed to make enough of an impression on her that there are a couple of things. I talk about that in this answer from a while back, concerning someone's OCs... who is no longer in-game! Other than that, it's her sketchbook, because it's almost like journaling for her - it helps her process her emotions, it helps her cool off, and sort out her thoughts. She's not good with words, and she only learned to read a couple years ago, but art is a passion, and drawing really helps her get it out. It's like an anthology of her mind - even if a lot of the representations within may not make sense to others, outside of the occasional portrait of her 'Wolf'... she's not exactly showing others the art, either. It's personal! It's like opening a window into her mind, or her thoughts at the moment, and that's... very vulnerable.

tag game — character associations.

ffxiv // yiuno / sora

character associations — sora.

Tagged by @miqojak. Combined from 5 Things, and Character Features.

emotions & feelings.

anxious. / curious. / earnest. / feisty. / naive.

greetings.

arm-wrestling handshake. / big, hearty grin. / dramatic hand waving. / friendly slap on one’s back. / physically painful hugs (ex. bear hug, tackle hug).

body language.

animated or excitable gestures. / crossed arms or legs. / grimace (either with a frown or with gritted teeth). / hands on hips. / rolling eyes.

clothing.

MSQ/Canon (as WoD) — a-line dresses. / hair bows. / lots of silk. / flat pumps.

Sherlock AU (as Sora Holmes) — frills and laces. / gothic dresses. / over-the-knee boots. / red or black rose motifs.

Sabrina AU (as Sora Spellman) — goth punk style. / miniskirts. / lots of leather. / striped stockings.

colors.

combinations of red, black and white.

objects.

allagan earrings—red. Gift from Yiuno. Crafted from remnants of an Allagan node where she was originally found prior to the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

harmonica, made of hardsilver. Another gift from Yiuno, when she completed her training to become a full-fledged Dancer with Troupe Falsiam.

leather-bound notebook. Used as a diary to record her adventures or anything of interest.

scents.

aroma of hot cocoa.

fragrance of roses and lilies.

smell of freshly baked goods (i.e. pastries and confections).

vices.

bloodthirsty. Despite her cute and innocent appearance, she loves to fight—and she isn’t known to hold back her punches. At all. (“Kill first, talk later. Oops, you’re already dead, anyway!”)

chaotic alignment. Doesn’t like to follow rules; she prefers to do whatever she wants, whenever she feels like it. (She’s fairly docile to Yiuno, though.)

greed. She’s mostly motivated by monetary gains. She believes that she’s forever poor, and she doesn’t like to work for free. (Suspected to be a trait she’s gained from Yiuno, but no one knows for sure.)

innocent to a fault. It’s difficult to tell if she’s really pure like a child, or actually an amoral imp.

aesthetics.

a flower bed in the middle of an abandoned building.

colorful fireworks illuminating the dark sky.

fiery red sky at sunset. / when the sun meets the horizon.

full moon. / eclipses.

pages of sheet music scattering in the wind.

songs.

god knows… — haruhi suzumiya (cv: aya hirano).

I’ll follow you No matter where you are in the darkness of this painful world I’m sure you will shine Beyond the end of the future Don’t break your spirit because of your weakness You will converge my way May god bless us now…

imagination — spyair.

No matter when, no matter who, we want to stand there Even if it’s wrong, even if it’s frustrating, we want to struggle on Never give up, we don’t want to end like this With this imagination in mind, I’ll go on

innocent starter — nana mizuki.

I whisper to you, the one who gave me my “beginning” Of the promise that we made, just the two of us The magic of eternity that never changes Even if our future is captured, even if it vanishes far away I’ll remember your clear voice Call my name And smile like you did that day

troublemaker — arashi.

Wondering about the dreams I’d almost forgotten Searching for the love I’d nearly lost I don’t need your tears anymore Is it too late? There’s nothing wrong with that! Wondering about the existence of rumors That chilled the atmosphere of the city Just smile here to dodge a bluff Isn’t it okay to just take it easy?

weight of the world (english version) — keiichi okabe ft. j’nique nicole.

Still, we’re gonna shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless It’s like I’m carrying the weight of the world I hope that someway, somehow That I could save every one of us But the truth is that I’m only one girl Maybe if I keep believing my dreams will come to life Come to life

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A STUDY IN SESSION Sharlayan AU

FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 06: HALCYON.

do you remember the days we promised to be together forever and ever?

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOMS: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: Pre-A Realm Reborn.

STATUS: Submitted; 4 poems.

GENRES: Draft, Poetry.

SHIPS: Necromancers.

MUSES: Yiuno & Yiuna Reine.

halcyon /ˈhalsɪən/ adjective denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

remember the days you and I, young and bold we thought: nothing could separate us

remember the days you and I, strong and powerful we thought: nothing could stop us

remember the days you and I, last ones standing we thought: nothing could kill us

remember the days you and I, hand in hand we thought… of nothing.

AUTHOR’S NOTE.

A series of poetry summarizing some parts of Yiuno and Yiuna’s immortal life; from their childhood days to their participation in calamity wars.

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FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 05: STAMP.

“Whether she is cute or creepy has been oft debated, but all agree it is best not to leave her to her own devices.” — Eorzea Database

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOMS: FFXIV | Sherlock Holmes.

VERSE: Heavensward » AU.

STATUS: Submitted; 1 chapter.

GENRES: Draft, Short Story.

SHIPS: Murderomantiques.

MUSES: Sora Holmes, Yiune Watson.

NPC: Zhloe Aliapoh.

stamp /stămp/ intransitive verb 01. To bring down (the foot) forcibly. 02. To bring the foot down onto (an object or surface) forcibly.

Nighttime at Idyllshire was as lively as the day, though with a different kind of crowd. Adventurers would flock through the gate, turning in their spoils from their hunts; disciples of the hand and land would rush to the vendors and fight for their share of the trade.

Further behind from the hubbub, there was an orphanage established by Zhloe Aliapoh, a Moon Keeper with a cheery personality. Even so, there was a time that had turned her smile upside down.

Though small and cramped, the foster home had its fair share of guests—from Miss Rowena, her benefactor, to the Warrior of Light, who had been a great assistance with the custom deliveries. However, this pair who followed behind her, weren’t your ordinary helpers.

The shorter of the two was of Xaela origin: clad in full black, with frills that matched her noble upbringing, except for her unblinking grey eyes that shone with cold intelligence. Her partner, a Veena in maid uniform, though appear meek at first glance, had an air of deadly grace—of someone who was capable of walking across wooden boards without a sound, even with her high heels. They introduced themselves as Sora Holmes and Yiune Watson, respectively, and they were recommended by the Warrior of Light himself.

“Here.” Khloe showed the odd duo into a vacant room on the second floor. “I have moved the children to another chamber, but—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the building shook as a thundering sound spook the poor young lady, causing her to lose her balance. Yiune the maid caught her; she noticed that the Viera had large hands.

“…I see,” Sora spoke, completely unfazed by the stamping noise from above. “So this is the reason why you seek our help.”

“T-The children are scared,” Zhloe replied after she had calmed down a little. “We tried to search for the cause of this… strange phenomenon, but we couldn’t find any.”

“What’s above this room?”

“The attic,” Khloe answered, now leaving the room and continuing the tour. “It’s where we keep the toys that the children would pick up and play.”

When the trio reached the topmost floor, the stomping sound began to echo through the orphanage. Khloe pursed her lips when her ears picked up the sound of crying.

“I’m sorry, but please excuse me while I need to attend to the children.”

After the distressed Miqo’te had left the scene, Sora turned to her maidservant. “What do you think?”

“I can feel an odd presence behind this door,” Yiune whispered, placing a hand on the attic’s entrance. Her voice sounded deeper than what one would expect from a pretty lady like her. “But… how?”

“Someone must have sneaked them under the guise of presents for the children,” Sora said, rapping on the wooden surface with her scaled fist. “A poor taste for jokes, if you ask me, especially for the month of All Saints’ Wake.”

She pushed open the door, revealing a room full of toys—or more specifically, dolls. Her nose wrinkled at the dust that shimmered in the moonlight streaming through the rooftop window. The loud stamping also ceased the moment the pair entered the attic.

“You don’t scare us, little ones—I suggest showing yourselves now.”

High-pitched giggling bounced off the walls, probably an intent to confuse the stern guests, but Sora merely sighed.

“If you please,” she said, tapping on the Veena’s arm. “Naughty children should be punished, after all.”

With a curt nod, Yiune pulled out a pair of daggers from the under her maid dress. In a flash, she appeared to slice through the air… only for a handful of broken strings to fall slowly onto the floor. Then, with insane precision, she threw her knives at two particular spots from amongst the towering collection of dolls. Walking up to retrieve her weapon, something was stuck to the end of the blade.

Twinning dolls. One in a red dress, the other in blue.

“Calca and Brina.” Sora grimaced at the culprit behind the annoying stomps. “Who in the world would think that these rascals were worth gifting?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE.

I know the ending is a bit rushed, but I think it works for a quick writing exercise.

When I saw the prompt word, I was immediately reminded of a certain dungeon with certain enemies that were doing exactly that… I am sure most people in the community would agree with me that they were pretty annoying, especially when that sound effect booms through headphones.

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