#jinbae

[zhalar]

oh thank god

[koyoriin]

yet another summer mikoto because why not i guess!☀️

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[samldh1]

4 (and a half) portraits

Ketenramm, Nanamo, Mikoto, Sidurgu and Rielle

[opteekaal]

Day 3: Swept off their Feet

[redbeersake]

Another Nameday | Y'hithra Tia

Read from right to left!

Thank you always to @kriscroix for proofreading!

[joyejoyu]

Lilja and Mikoto reward for May! 🦎❤️🐰

[kannedia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 16 - Third-rate

*insert corny pick-up line*

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Remain calm, Beatrix told herself before reminding herself that she could handle what she had planned to do. The advice she had was good.

She approached Mikoto with her nicest smile.

"Want a raisin?" She paused deliberately. "No? How about a date?"

Mikoto looked up at her confused. As did Lilja.

"Oh, no thank you. I'm not hungry." She replied before returning her attention to her research.

Beatrix had a feeling Lilja was trying to give her a look of sympathy, but it was hard to be certain with the shades she always wore.

---

Gerolt snorted, putting his hammer down on one of his many worktables with a solid thud.

"Don't know what's funnier lass," He said with amusement. "Those lines or that ye tried them."

Beatrix merely groaned and leaned back against the least used worktable. This would be the last time she went to Thancred for advice. The third-rate flirt.

[cosmicseashanty]

Art for a #KissArtFebruary art challenge I did last year!

Prompts:

01: First (Albi & Thancred)

02: Sleepy (Albi & Thancred)

03: Worship (Albi & Gaius)

04: Chaste (Albi & Thancred)

05: Stolen (Albi & Mikoto)

06: Almost (Prometheus & Lahabrea)

07: Ravenous (Albi & Gaius)

09: Denied (Albi & Leofard)

11: Interrupted (Albi & Gaius)

12: Breathless (Albi & Thancred)

13: Farewell (Prometheus & Lahabrea)

Combined 08: Shy, 10: Laughter, 14: Anything (Albi & Thancred)

[abyssalmermaiden]

cursed ship!!! mikoto from the ivalice raid questline

Can a brilliant aetherologist and a dumb jock fall in love?

alkdjfklsjafkdl this isn't cursed this is actually really cute. Unlikely, but not impossible to happen in some other timeline.

Then again, I'm being haunted by images of them cuddling while Mikoto talks about her latest research and Aryaille is dozing off happily enjoying the sound of her voice. And the opportunities for Aryaille to be protective of her during the Bozja quests... (for the purpose of this exercise we are ignoring Mikoto's canon crush on Cid)

Mikoto would need a stepstool to kiss Aryaille (she's 4'8" and Aryaille is 6'3") Pocket sized girlfriend full of courage and conviction who she can bring around the world for research and just enjoying each new place

Anon, I'm sorry you have failed the assignment. Thank you! <3

[strwpup]

YOU 🫵 want mikoto jinba in dawntrail (propaganda)

reasons why mikoto jinba should be in dawntrail:

* she is THE foremost scholar on auracite (now that moenbryda is dead) which i think could be very important in 7.0

* she was a major player in both the IVALICE RAIDS and BOZJA, and both of those might be incredibly relevant if the mystery girl on the poster is princess ashe

* she is A MEMBER OF THE STUDENTS OF BALDESION according to encyclopedia eorzea 2

* despite being in the same city as her dealing with aether related quandries for a large swath of endwalker, we did not see her once. she would've needed to simply walk down the street to be in the background of the giant gathering firewood cutscene. she is mentioned one (1) time by a random npc who is annoyed his friend is simping after professor jinba (correct)

* she has ECHOES INTO THE FUTURE isn't that COOL AS SHIT i want this in msq. especially i want this all up in whatever solution nine is about

* there is no auri representation in the main cast and there should be

* she was also very close to moenbryda and urianger informed her of moenbryda's death and mikoto feels incredibly guilty about it because she enabled the research into white auracite. i want mikoto and urianger to interact on screen i think it would be healing. ALSO i cannot stress enough mikoto and moenbryda made a synthetic alien soul jail rock can we talk about that

* you want her to be given the g'raha side treatment SOOOOOOO bad. she's the only character i can think of besides maybe jessie jaye who has been in two major pieces of side content but isn't in msq at all

* she's a nerd i thought you loved nerds here

* i love her and you should consider this

thank you for coming to my ted talk vote mikoto jinba for dawntrail npc

[sparrowsong-7]

FFXIV Write Day 28: Deleterious

Would it be so bad to remember? So bad to see their faces again?

If only I knew…

—

“There you are!” Mel shouted down the hall of the Studium as Mikoto was locking the lecture hall door, “Corin, this is Mikoto, she’s going to be helping us today.”

“Why hello, my name is Archon Mikoto Jinba, yes” Mikoto replied, her expression very confused, “And what exactly will be helping you with today Mel?”

“Oh, right” Me fished around in her bag until she finally pulled out a sizable crystal not unlike the one she and Mikoto used to trek through Cid’s memories, “I wanted the help of someone who’s done this before, so you seemed like the best bet.”

—

I’m falling, falling, falling.

All around me I can see scattered memories, each a pinprick in the aether of��� my soul? I guess this would be my soul? 

I tumble faster, below me an ever approaching canopy of trees.

—

“Are you comfortable?” Mikoto asked, settling into her chair. It had been pulled from behind her desk and next to the small couch that she had pushed against the tiny wall of her office some time ago before forgetting it was there. “I want to make sure you're relaxed for this.”

Corin nodded, shifting slightly as a lump dug into her shoulder. “Yeah, I think so” she muttered in return, more than a little embarrassed that she and Mel were doing this for her. She gave a weak smile.

“I’m ready to start”

—

I see my mother run down and butchered by the shadowy monsters. She screams in her final moments as she watches her husband fall trying to save her. My mother and father…

Both dead in an instant.

They turn to me, I’m next. I slam my eyes shut and wait for the end that never comes…

It’s standing there, its ball jointed hand outstretched in offering. Behind it is a woman.

And I remember…

—

“I would prefer if you two would spend the night here tonight” Mikoto whispered over a cup of tea, her voice thick with worry, “I want to keep her monitored in case there are any deleterious effects on her mind…”

Mel sighed and pushed her tea aside. “Yeah, I’ll talk to Ojika.” She kicked herself, cursing her own name for this stupid experiment. “I feel so stupid for this” she whispered, heavy with guilt.

One room over, Corin sobbed into her pillow as the memories assaulted her mind. Over and over she witnessed her parents dying, her life in Amdapor, the night she was abandoned…

“I’m sorry…”

[koyoriin]

i feel like mikoto doesn't get a lot of fanart so here's (another) summer mikoto!

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[samldh1]

Mikoto, Sidurgu and Rielle portraits

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[coldshrugs]

ffxivwrite - prompt 6: halcyon

characters: mikoto jinba x io laithe (wol) word count: 1412 rating: mature; sensual/sexual content summary: in their downtime between unearthing ivalician myth, io and mikoto spend an evening at kugane's hot spring.

“Is this the way it’s done?” Io looks up from the middle of the Hot Spring, large eyes seeking Mikoto’s reassurance that she is preparing their rice wine bath correctly.

Kugane’s crimson sunset catches on the rivulet of sake flowing from the bottle Io holds. The light is in her hair too, and on her skin, kissing her edges orange and red as she kneels in the water. As etiquette decrees, Io’s thin gauze wrap hangs from a pillar at the water’s edge—clothing is not allowed in the baths.

Mikoto hangs her wrap with Io’s and wades into the comfortably warm water, carrying two porcelain cups and her own bottle of sake. Hells if she knows the right way to pour it, she’s never been here either.

“It seems an appropriate technique. At least, I can think of no better way.”

Io’s laugh is light as she empties the bottle into the shallow, private pool. The steam takes on a soft aroma, honeysuckle and pear, and perhaps the proprietor was onto something when he raved about how relaxing these baths could be. Io tugs at her wrist. “Come on, sit. It’s been a long day in an even longer week. We deserve a break, and I want to hear everything you know about my friends before their accolades. And learn more about you too?”

Mikoto’s thighs break the water with a little splash. She doesn’t look at the droplets sprayed on Io’s arms. That would be inappropriate, since their acquaintanceship was founded on a professional, academic basis. And she certainly doesn’t notice the ones on her chest, collecting into tiny streams that run south until they drop from her—

“Shall I fill the cups?!” Mikoto quickly arranges the small cups on the stone lining the pool's edge, pouring each to the brim. “I can assure you, on the subject of your friends, I was little more than a hanger-on. My time at the Studium was less than exciting, which is why I am venturing farther afield for research that sparks my interest.”

Io takes up a cup. “While I’ve no formal education, I understand the desire to expand one’s horizons. Quite intimately, in fact. To venturing farther afield?”

Mikoto mirrors her, unable to stop the pull of an embarrassingly obvious smile. It must be the joyful click of their toast, that’s all. She pays no mind to the point their knees meet beneath the water. “To venturing farther afield.”

Warmed by the steam, the sake is full, sweet, and easy to sip. The flavor leaves her tongue quickly after each pull, and it is not long before they are each pouring a second cup as their conversation leaves Sharlayan, and a third as they land on relatives. They take that one as an ill-advised shot, agreeing that Kugane is a terrible place to discuss sisterhood.

It’s true these last few weeks have been tiresome. Traveling to Dalmasca, close calls in Rabanastre, and all the documentation in between. That is to say nothing of the familial melodrama of their hosts. Alma suggested they take the weekend to explore Kugane like the average tourist, even going so far as to book their lodging at the Bokaisen Inn. Mikoto thought Io’s quick acceptance was out of politeness, but she’d been in decent spirits as they took in a local theater show and toured the castle gardens yesterday. They spent today combing the markets for obscure trinkets, with Io occasionally dragging her to the next stall by the hand, an adorable rush of intrigue lighting up her face. On their way back to their rooms, Amaji, the proprietor of the Bokaisen Hot Springs, convinced them to have a bath.

When in Kugane…

Io readjusts her legs with another splash. She leans against the low stone, so close to Mikoto that Io’s leg almost overlaps her own. Ripples dampen new bits of their skin, fresh places for the last sliver of sunlight to hang on. Maybe she is imagining Io studying the molten shine on her scales, her expression filling with a soft kind of awe.

Mikoto inhales, taking this opportunity to let her gaze linger on Io’s freckled form as well. There is so much of her; lean arms and long legs, shoulders set in an effortless elegance, and (Mikoto sucks in her bottom lip) the darkened peaks of her exposed chest, stiffened by the evening air. The image flashes in her mind—her tongue on Io’s skin. Would she taste of soft, ripe fruit, like the sake they drink, or the warm water in which they soak?

Best not to let her mind wander to what is under the water…

Their eyes lock through the thin steam. Mikoto’s mouth goes dry when Io’s lips lift on one side.

“Apologies. The wine has made me rude enough to stare.”

“Well…” Mikoto joins Io in leaning on the stone. Would moving closer be unwelcome? “If you are rude then my sense of decorum is truly lost. It’s difficult to keep up formalities in the state we currently find ourselves.”

Io reaches for the bottle between them and pours the next round. “Then we should simply forget the formalities, no? I would prefer to think of us as friends after our adventure, and surely there are more to come.”

She pauses, and there is something strained in it. Despite her playful delivery, the words are not as light as they sound. “If I may be frank, after Ala Mhigo, I could use a friend’s distraction right now.”

She presses the porcelain cup into Mikoto’s hand. There is no room for guessing when Io’s fingers linger on hers longer than necessary. She traces a winding path over Mikoto’s wrist, delicately gliding along the sensitive edge of her scales.

Mikoto takes a long, final sip, savoring the flavor as she looks over Io again. Io watches her drink, lips parting slightly at the sight, and Mikoto cannot believe her luck. She feels certain about her next action.

The cup falls against stone and she shifts onto her knees. Like this, she is a few ilms taller than Io. She can easily cradle her cheek, or push the curtain of half-wet hair over her shoulder, or tilt her chin up, firmly, with her palm. She can do all these things from this angle, and Io melts at the touch. Mikoto replies, “A quick evaluation tells me you are already distracted, Io.”

“Perhaps,” Io whispers. She moves forward, one hand on Mikoto’s waist. They are slightly misaligned with Mikoto kneeling over a still-seated Io, but their bodies are pressed close now, skin to wet skin, and she learns Io’s hands roam easily.

Mikoto leans down. Io’s lips part again, wider this time, wanting. Mikoto teases them with hers, the lightest brush, and Io's reaction sends her head spinning. The quiet moan, her hands dipping past Mikoto’s hips, trying to pull her closer by her rear.

“A mutual distraction then. Between friends.”

Mikoto meets her open mouth. It might be Mikoto, or perhaps it's only this brand of touch, but Io is hungry for her. The steam around them is no match for how their kiss burns. Desperate, messy, but neither cares. The kiss travels. Mikoto pushes Io back against the stone and works down her neck, kisses across her clavicle and, finally, drags her tongue across the tight point of her nipple. Sweetwater and salt—the answer to her earlier query. Mikoto takes it into her mouth fully, driven by the sounds Io tries not to make, then gives the other side of her chest equal treatment. Her natural inclination is to move further down, but she remembers they are in water and pauses.

A softer kiss now, Io’s full lips demanding hers.

Then Mikoto asks, “Shall we go to your room, or mine?”

...

“‘oto? …you alright, Mikoto?”

She hears her name, though her sense of recognition is hazy. It takes a second or two to blink away the fog and return to the present.

To Io kneeling in the Hot Spring, holding a half-poured bottle of sake. 

“Is this the way it’s done?” Dark, wide eyes that she has already witnessed flutter shut at touches she will make tonight. 

Sometimes she hates her version of this “gift.” Generally speaking, she would rather her Echo function in the same manner as Io’s: catching glimpses of the past, unburdened by and unafraid of the future.

Tonight, however, Mikoto is grateful for the certainty.

[bowen-arrow-art]

*screams in centaur*

I read the first volume of Jinba and I need more like yesterday

Have some study WIPS

[redbeersake]

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