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“Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It
Sun’s sweet smile and wind’s cool breath, Both of these I send thee, To ripe thy fruit and spread thy seed, And nourish those that tend thee.
— Nophica’s Hymn, Final Fantasy XIV: Legacy
可信的不华美﹐ 华美的不可信。
The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching: Chapter 81
“When confronted with a birthday in a week I will remember that a book can be a really good present, too.”
— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit’s End
smash or pass? — yiuno.
— quick facts.
HEIGHT. 6' 1" / 186.5 cm
AGE. Unknown (immortal, appears 20+)
GENDER. Male / "Female" (as Yiune)
SEXUALITY. Demiromantic Asexual
— the pros.
ASTUTE. Yiuno is highly intelligent and perceptive; coupled with his resourcefulness, he is an asset you'd definitely want as a partner, whether it's on the battlefield... or even for the long trip ahead across the realm. A protector who's got your back, always. ENIGMATIC. Yiuno is a (wo)man of mystery; his broad knowledge of the world, particularly in ancient history and arcane arts, is extremely valuable. His secretive nature will also keep you on your toes... and yearning for more. There's never a dull day for as long as you're with him. REFINED. While Yiuno is a practical person at heart, he also understands the importance to be presentable for various situations. Perhaps it's due to his educational background, or his rich life experience—regardless of reasons, Yiuno certainly makes a great first impression, and continues to uphold that in the long run.
— the cons.
CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. Yiuno operates only by his personal code, his own rules—he doesn't bend his will to others. He can save lives as much as he takes them away; he has no qualms to lie or hurt people. A morally gray person through and through, he simply does whatever it takes to complete his own objectives, to fulfill his personal agendas. It's either his way, or no way. MANIPULATIVE. While Yiuno's secretive nature would excite those who seek the thrill of suspense and mystery trying to crack into his inner world, he's not going to let you in so easily. Sending you on a wild goose chase is what he does best (and enjoys most), and you're in for hell of a ride trying to navigate through his multi-layered masks and labyrinthine mind. SOLITARY. Yiuno often comes and goes like the wind—any attempt to seek a co-dependent relationship with him will only earn you a cold shoulder at best. He doesn't reject human interactions per se: he recognizes the necessity to blend into the society for a life of normalcy. A loner at heart, he needs lots of space for himself and his personal pursuits. He has little to no interest to indulge in the whims of others, unless it aligns with his own goals.
— more info.
WIT. While Yiuno doesn't demand his potential partner to possess the same level of intelligence as him, it'd certainly be easier to build rapport and gain his favor if you're able to communicate with him on equal footing. Otherwise, don't be dismayed at his superficial reactions, a facade maintained out of politeness. Or he'd simply ignore you and walk away once his attention span for you has dried up. SLOW BURN. Yiuno is no stranger to one-night stands or sexual interactions; however, these are often associated with the darker side of his job, hence he's not particularly keen to go there if you're looking to develop a more genuine connection with him. Coupled with his mysterious and callous nature, gaining his trust will be an uphill battle. If you don't have the patience to peel off his tough defenses one layer at a time, then you don't deserve to know him, to be with him, period. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS? Yiuno becomes a shifter due to an incident that involves the aetherial sea (it's a long story); he eventually comes to terms with his duality. Prior to this, "Yiune" was merely a feminine disguise that he used for jobs dealing with the underworld of Eorzea. Once seen as separate identities, now he accepts both egos as two halves that make him whole. Gender and sexuality be damned—man, woman or other, Yiuno frankly doesn't care. Satisfying the sensual needs of both ends of the spectrum isn't a problem for him, but the inverse is a different story altogether.
“I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries.”
— Motoko Kusanagi, Ghost in the Shell (1995)
You don’t have to feel ashamed This form hurts you inside out, I know
You entrusted me with this secret And I have sworn my devotion to you
I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t jealous But only because you’re my equal
Man or woman, it doesn’t matter to me Why choose, when I can have both?
YIUNO REINE The Hopeless Romantic・The Quest Giver・The Final Boss
YIUNE REI (YIUNO ALTER) The Hopeless Romantic・The Quest Giver・The Final Boss
rest well
waking up version here
waking up to a new dawn
going to sleep version here
MAIDS OF EORZEA Maid Day AU
FRIEREN ✕ FFXIV Frieren Cosplay AU
A STUDY IN SESSION Academy AU
THE SECRET STUDY A Study in Session・Vampire AU
A STUDY IN SESSION Sharlayan AU
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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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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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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