Granblue Fantasy Versus: Rising - 2B(by Hideo Minaba)

Granblue Fantasy Versus: Rising - 2B (by Hideo Minaba)

FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 01: STEER.

The Final Days were upon us. Meteors falling from the crimson sky, Blood painting the burning land, Weapons out, back to back, Once comrades, now fiends, Surrounded by despair… Will we live to see the next sunrise?

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: Endwalker » MSQ.

STATUS: Submitted; 1 chapter.

GENRES: Draft, Flash Fiction.

SHIPS: Murderomantiques.

MUSES: Sora Amariyo, Yiuno Reine.

NPC: Scions of the Dawn (mentioned).

steer /stɪə/ noun; informal a piece of advice or information concerning the development of a situation.

Counting was never something that Sora Amariyo was good at. Like the chakrams that sliced their ways through the fiends with a blur, her mind was hazy as she kept repeating the same actions over and over again… But there seemed to be no end to these monsters that continued to burst forth, amongst screaming locals scuttering all over the place.

When will this end?

Her arms felt heavier with each swing; her waist was screaming against her lead-like legs that were lagging behind, and she felt disjointed with her body, the world around her…

“Sora.”

A gloved hand caught her spinning frame as she dived headfirst into the torso of someone much bigger and taller. Looking up, she pursed her lips at the muted disapproval on her mentor’s face.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I know,” Sora huffed, pushing herself away from the Viera. “But there’s no end to this.” She glanced briefly at the Scions, who were also struggling to keep up. Shrugging, she readied her glaives and prepared to make a dash through the hordes…

Only to be stopped again by Yiuno. The latter pulled her aside, just in time for a claw swipe to narrowly miss her hair by a few ilms. Unable to break out of her guardian’s iron grip, she went limp, but not without an angry chirp.

“What is your deal?”

With a sigh, Yiuno finally released the Warrior of Darkness. “I’m not here to babysit you, young lady. Either we work together as partners, or you’re going to get yourself killed in this chaos.”

Sora couldn’t believe her ears (or horns, to be exact). “Do you really think of me as your—”

“Get moving,” Yiuno cut her off curtly, but not without a slight hint of pink on his pale cheeks. “If you don’t want to die just yet, I suggest we save the idle chit-chats for later.”

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Orginially reblogged to a side blog (now deactivated). Reblogging to main for archiving purpose.

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.

I should be back to business soon - to rp, and to speed up the things I want to sort out here. I think I need to de-clutter this main blog once my ffxiv oc blog is fully up and running.

Still participating ffxivwrite, but writing casually on mobile while go to and fro work and campus. I'm very behind on the prompts, but eh, just write whatever I can when I have the braincells to.

College and sleep are slowly getting back to normal. Work isn't but hopefully the busy weeks can be over soon!

FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 02: HORIZON.

A sequel to this photostory, written from Yiuno’s perspective.

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: Event » Moonfire Faire (2024).

STATUS: Submitted; 1 poem.

GENRES: Draft, Poetry.

SHIPS: Bibliomantiques.

MUSES: Yiuno Reine (Yiune Rei).

NPC: Y’shtola Rhul.

horizon /həˈrʌɪz(ə)n/ noun the line at which the earth’s surface and the sky appear to meet.

Like oil and water, we seem incompatible Like sky and ocean, we’re from worlds apart

Near yet far, our fates entwine Through the knowledge we seek Yearning for more beyond pages

The bonds we make The promises we keep Changes challenging to break us

Like the sunset on the horizon In that moment, looking out of the inn You curl up next to me The sky and ocean finally kiss.

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FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 03: TEMPEST.

“Being an assassin is not always about the easy kill. It’s about the best kill.” — Tricia Levenseller, Vengeance of the Pirate Queen

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: Dawntrail » MSQ.

STATUS: Submitted; 1 chapter.

GENRES: Draft, Flash Fiction.

SHIPS: Murderomantiques.

MUSES: Sora Amariyo, Yiuno Reine.

NPC: Wuk Lamat, WoL (Meteor), Alphinaud & Alisaie Leveilleur.

tempest /ˈtɛmpɪst/ noun a violent windy storm.

The deck was an utter mess. Rolling waves teased with malice at the masts; the Endeavor rocked back and forth in the violent storm. Few people were scuttering about to keep the ship afloat, lest it got swallowed by Llymlaen’s rage.

However, one lone person seemed unfazed by the chaos around them.

With a firm hand around one of the study poles, Sora Amariyo watched a certain female Hrothgar falling flat on the plank, her grey eyes devoid of emotion.

“Do you want to help her?”

She was startled by the quiet yet steady voice of Yiuno Reine, her mentor (and secret crush). She glanced away, slightly annoyed at her own inability to detect his coming. “Why do I want to save that spoiled princess? I don’t even see any value in assassinating her, honestly.”

“Patience, young lady,” Yiuno drawled, patting the Xaela dancer’s head with a gloved hand. “We’re merely here to observe.”

The pair in black watched a few figures rushing up to the Third Promise of Tuliyollal, whom Sora recognized as members of the now-defunct Scions of the Seventh Dawn: the Elezen twins, Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur. And of course, the Warrior of Light himself.

“Do you think we have a chance, with these Scions here?” Sora asked, turning to leave and retreating to the lower decks. “I don’t see your bookish girlfriend around.”

“Frankly speaking, I agree with your assessment—that Xbr’aal girl isn’t worth our time,” Yiuno began, trailing behind the Warrior of Darkness. “Also, Y’shtola isn’t my girlfriend; she’s just a regular client.”

Ignoring the look of disbelief on the young dancer’s face, Yiuno went on, “I’m more interested in the ‘Golden City’ they were talking about.”

“Do you think it exists? A city made of gold?”

Sora’s excitement deflated at Yiuno’s narrowed expression. “Keep your greed in check. I don’t think it’s that simple—there’s perhaps a hint of truth somewhere, even in folk tales.” Rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, Yiuno shrugged and faced his young charge. “Change of plans, then, I guess.”

Sora’s pale face broke into a grin. “I’d never say no to new adventures.”

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