#tiona eryut

[feralkwe]

[aggressive gunbreaker sounds] [emo dark knight sounds]

Just little co-tank things.

[driftward]

(@gunbun) dreamtime: Tiona and Zoissette

I AM VERY LATE BUT I AM HERE

THIS IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE I AM VERY LATE IN ANSWERING GLAD YOU ARE HERE

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Tiona Eryut was writing rapidly on a chalkboard, talking a malm a minute, and Zoissette found herself barely able to keep up, taking notes as the woman shared her genius.

“And that’s how you should have built the nuoliths for supplying aether to your Demi-Ozma! A few changes here, an adjustment there, the addition of a proper aetheroconverter, and you could’ve increased its containment capacity like wow,” said the Viera. “Still wouldn’t have been enough to get your ass safely back on our side of reality by itself, but might’ve bought you a few more minutes to drag yourself out of the trouble you got into.”

Zoissette blinked.

“Where have we met?” she asked.

“Old Sharlayan, engineering symposium. Remember? You gave a talk on the gloriole containment assembly.”

“…oh, right, and you gave the talk on advances to the Ragnarok propulsion system!” said Zoissette, feeling a surge of excitement. “Oh, wow!” She considered for a few moments. “And then we went to that party afterwards with the Aetherology department.”

“Yeah we did. You were an incredible lightweight, for someone your size.”

“…and you suplexed me through a table,” said Zoissette, frowning lightly as she tapped a finger to her lips.

“Yeah sorry about that. I was trying to grab the guy who’d been trying to tell me that I was wrong about my own papers for the entire conference. Bluh bluh bluh well if you read the works of Eryut. That’s me, you idiot. I’m Eryut! Argh! I hated him just so much.”

“How’d you grab me instead?”

“You were being pretty friendly and tried to intervene. I think you were trying to be cuddly before that but it wasn’t really working out for you. I mean, I was flattered, obviously, and don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think you’re my type.”

“… oh, no.”

“Oh yeah. Don’t blame you though. I mean, look at me.”

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it! You were actually really respectful. Just, you know, very friendly, if you catch my drift.”

Tiona looked around as the walls dissolved into dust. The two stood on the floor of the lecture hall, which itself appeared to be floating on a multicolored tapestry, banded with colors that flowed around and through each other but did not mix. The sky around them was black, with what appeared to be tiny misshapen crystals floating by, leaving stardust in their wakes.

Tiona ducked into a squat at the edge of the platform, and stuck her hand in the flowing colors, before looking back up at Zoissette. “That whole experiment was a really terrible idea, by the way.”

Zoissette looked around, wide-eyed. “…where are we?”

“Dunno. Oh, wow. Are those memories I can see drifting by in those little crystals? Hah hah oh wow you’re kind of tripping the rift here, aren’t you? Do you know G’raha? Or maybe this is more of a Flow like situation. Say, aren’t you chummy with, uh, Y’shtola? Oh no wait this is totally one of those dreamscape things.”

Zoissette felt her face warm and turned to look away, and came face to face with Tiona being five inches from her nose.

“Well?”

Zoissette stumbled backwards, and Tiona caught her. She bounced a bit as she began to run, turning to try and keep an eye on Tiona, and ran directly into Tiona.

Tiona quickly turned her around and sat her down before she could get further, and sat down next to her.

“Whoa girl! What’re you running away from?”

“Nothing!” said Zoissette. “Nobody!”

Tiona’s eyes narrowed, her Viera nose twitching as she fixed Zoissette with a penetrating gaze.

“Bet I know why you’re really here. And it’s not to learn about engineering.”

“I… have no idea why I am here,” said Zoissette, pushing herself away from Tiona and spinning as she stood up, taking a step back to get away from the Viera. She turned, and bounced into a desk, Tiona lounging on top of it.

Zoissette swore that the Viera was now, somehow, wearing less.

“Let me guess. Avoiding your feelings, are you?”

Zoissette stumbled back away from the desk, and tripped over Tiona, falling on the floor.

“I do not know what you are talking about!” Zoissette blubbered. She squirmed to look, and Tiona was somehow wearing even less.

Tiona stretched languidly from where she was lounging on the floor, seeming to show off her reach as she did so, her motion fluid and confident. She then tucked her arms behind her head, propping her arm up.

“Yeah. We talked about it some at the conference. Or rather, I probably got high and said too much, but you know me.”

“…I really do not.”

“Nah, you know enough. You want my confidence and cool demeanor, I can tell. Maybe so you can talk to a girl.”

“We spoke for maybe five minutes,” said Zoissette desperately. She did not remember, but maybe it was that. Maybe more. Maybe less.

Maybe they were good friends? Her memory was playing tricks on her out here. Everything seemed real, nothing seemed real, and everything felt very important and emotional and she hated it.

Tiona rolled over on to her side, and propped up her head on a hand, looking Zoissette up and down. Zoissette crossed her arms across her chest and looked away, suddenly feeling very naked before the Viera’s piercing glare.

“I’m everything you’re not. Brash, outspoken, confident, delightfully attractive and not afraid of it, and dating an Archon.”

“…you are?” asked Zoissette. She was fair certain she did not actually know that last part.

“Hell yeah maybe I am. Or maybe I’m not. You don’t know. But look around, part of you thinks you do. And so you’re out here, dreaming of the better you, while whizzing around and thinking entirely too hard.”

Tiona sat up, and dangle her feet over the edge of where the floor ended, dipping her toes into the color stream.

“We. Barely. Talked,” protested Zoissette.

“Yeah, but you got forever to think about things, dont’cha?” said Tiona.

Zoissette found herself curled up in herself.

“…I should have bought you a drink or something, Tiona,” she murmured to herself.

Tiona tilted her head and smiled, and Zoissette sighed, and stood up, and went to the edge of the platform to look out at the so-called dreamscape. Now that she was more aware of it, she was willing herself to wake up and walk away from this.

“Took me a while to admit my feelings too,” admitted Tiona, coming up behind her. “Hey, wow, you can see a lot from here, can’t you?”

Zoissette just frowned, and felt a hand in the small of her back.

“Heyo! Leap of faith,” said Tiona, and she shoved.

Zoissette fell into the river of colour, and tumbled, head over heels, her vision flooded with rainbow, and woke up with a start.

[dragons-bones]

A pair of boss ass bitches (featuring @gunbun)

AKA

The Rising cutscene kicking you out in the most opportune location at the most opportune time.

[autumnslance]

Serious question, with Thancred and Urianger wanting to travel the world, how would Aeryn react?

Plan on how and when to join them in between her other adventures and visits. Traveling around, exploring, helping out smaller problems and issues is all what she does and enjoys about being an adventurer, and doing so with two people she loves will just be icing. Also she can wander off to do other adventures while they go off and have bro time*, s’all good. Struck her as a delightful prospect. They probably “home base” for now in Sharlayan, especially so Urianger can check in with the loporrits and Aeryn with her other adventuring stuff.

She really doesn’t see it too differently from when she would wander off from Mor Dhona for other adventures, and they were doing scouting missions or based in other parts of Eorzea, during the Scions’ more public days. It’s just that now they’re all acting like freelance adventurers, going where the wind blows. And honestly, she thinks they deserve the chance to do so, not just as part of a predetermined mission. Let them explore a bit, especially Urianger, who spent so much time in the Scion libraries before now.

There’s a side-along universe where @gunbun’s Tiona and Aeryn go on adventures together with their respective fellas as a quartet that likely wouldn’t be out of place at many D&D tables I’ve sat around. Thancred and Tiona argue over which of them’s the tank while Aeryn’s impatient DPS pulling more mobs and Urianger is just doing the long suffering healer sigh while reminding himself he loves his wife and best friends as he tries to keep ‘em all healed.

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*As a reminder, while I appreciate the ThanUri shippers, I personally see the Scion NPC relationships as familial; they’re like brothers in my primary headcanons. There’s no chance of romantic jealousy here, it’d never cross any of their minds. Scion NPC romances are an occasional side treat I rarely indulge and only when in certain moods.

[keltgeim]

Tiona Eryut

RP. Balmung (Crystal DC).

what is carrd?

baby don’t hurt me

don’t hurt me

no code

Anyway, here’s a carrd for Tiona; I am trying to spin her up for something to play with as I’m sort of maneuvering Keltgeim into a soft reboot so, you know. Check back with the site probably very frequently as I learn how this godforsaken service works please just let me punch in some HTML and/or CSS or is this just how websites get done now I’M SO OLD

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #21: Tolerance (Or the Lack Thereof)

Prompt: feckless || Master Post || On AO3

Tiona belongs to @tehjai / @gunbun and is used with permission. :D

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Hawker’s Alley was a crush of people no matter the time of day, but lunchtime was inevitably worse. The food stalls, restaurants, carts, and boats were doing brisk business, and shoppers, shopkeeps, and the myriad denizens of Limsa Lominsa had seemed to all converge on the area, finding whichever free spot they could to enjoy their meals.

I could have timed this better, Aymeric thought wryly as he elbowed his way through the crowd. He could hear the ghosts of Mama and Da hissing at him for his rudeness, but this wasn’t Ishgard, and a polite ‘excuse me’ would get him nowhere. He had wanted to surprise Synnove in her office, but he had run into Halulu in the Gate’s main hall who had told him she had been hauled out of the office by friends to try out a new food stall for lunch.

The densest part of the crowd was shoved into the ramshackle assortment of tables and benches and sunshades that was the informal food court where most of the restaurants and stalls were congregated. Aymeric had an easier time scanning the crowd here, with so many sitting, and eventually he spotted a familiar head of dark-brown hair dyed blue in equally familiar braids, and the tips of a pair of gently growing red ears next to her on one side and teal on the other. He grinned, dodged a Sea Wolf with four kebobs clutched in the fingers of one hand and two flagons of ale in the other, and continued to weave between the tables until he finally reached her.

“There you are!” he called out once he was close enough.

Synnove turned around on her bench at the waist, a blinding smile on her face. “Aymeric!” she said in delight. Galette yipped excitedly, and Ivar grudgingly lashed his tails in his own greeting. He heard Tyr’s boof! echo from beneath the table.

Aymeric caught sight of the blue-haired Rava sitting across from his lady—Tiona, he thought her name was, one of the adventurers associated with the Scions he vaguely recalled who worked often with Urianger, and a part-time student of Synnove’s colleague Keltgeim—with the carbunclets chewing on her ears as he leaned down to kiss Synnove’s cheek, grinning as she flushed with pleasure. Galette used the opportunity to hop up onto his shoulder and curl around his neck with a, Hi, Papa.

“Hello to you, too, sugar thief,” he said, scratching her cheek to elicit a windchime purr.

He nodded hello to Tiona, who waved back, apparently unperturbed by tiny carbuncles gnawing on her appendages as she finished up her lunch (some sort of rice dish with sauce?), and slid onto the bench next to Synnove in Galette’s former spot.

His lady tilted her head towards him, and Aymeric gave her a proper kiss, taking advantage of her soft laugh to briefly slide his tongue into her mouth, catching the faint taste of mint lassi and the remains of her own lunch, Synnove practically purring at the action. They both drew back with loud snickers as Galette gagged and Amandina and Roksana went ewwwwwwwww and Tiona mockingly gasped out in her thick Dalmascan accent, “There are children present!”

Aymeric’s mouth faintly tingled.

Ow.

He blinked. The tingling intensified.

Owww.

The tingling roared into pain.

He slapped a hand over his mouth even as he gasped, frantically searching the table for something as Synnove and Tiona both stared at him in confusion. He spotted a mostly-full glass of lassi and he lunged for it, Galette yelping in surprise as she was jostled.

It was Ivar who realized what had happened first as he chugged down the blessedly cooling, soothing yogurt drink. Aymeric discovered Mama had the level ten spicy curry! the ruby carbuncle cackled.

His lady and her friend swiveled their heads to stare down at Ivar, then back around to him. The twins on Tiona’s head were whispering too quietly for him to hear, but it was Synnove who broke first. The absolute traitor, she slapped her hands over her mouth and snorted.

Aymeric lowered the lassi glass and glared. “How dare you,” he croaked.

“I’m sorry,” she said, very much not, voice muffled by her hands.

Tiona had started to laugh from deep in her belly, leaning forward and trying not to dislodge the cheeping twins on her head. “Synnove, how could you pick a man who can’t handle a few peppers?” she gasped out.

“Oh, like Urianger is any better,” he grumbled, taking another pull of lassi, and staring forlornly at the glass when he realized that had been the last gulp. Galette headbutted his chin sympathetically, and Tyr rested his head on chin.

The Rava pushed her own lassi towards him, managing to say, “I’m sorry, sir, but this is hysterical!” before she had to put her head on the table, the twins going wheeeeeee! as they rolled onto the tabletop, pounding the wood with her fist.

Synnove looked like she was going to hurt herself to keep from laughing, and so Aymeric sighed as he picked up Tiona’s glass. “Oh, go ahead,” he said, taking a sip and sighing in relief. Fury take him, even his lips hurt.

His lady threw back her head and howled with laughter.

[autumnslance]

FC Chat: Me: “Ioh.” Ioh’juhn: “Blame Tiona for this.”

Crossworld Chat: Me: “Tiona, Ioh says I need to blame you for the ‘why’ reaction his glamour gave me.” Tiona: “Yes were are doing a skins run of turn whatever-turn-we’re-on Qata: “We’re on a magical journey okay”

@driftward @goldencrusader @gunbun

[autumnslance]

@dragons-bones got a new friend so we took him for walkies.