#oc: tiona eryut

[gunbun]

This is old and doesn't reflect current loar HOWEVER

Tiona surmised that these people were worldly, given the fact that they seemed to be entirely extrajudicial and yet oddly … organised, almost in the same manner the Resistance had been in Dalmasca, at least at its beginnings.

The rava sighed, wandering around this Waking Sands place, but not really socialising with anyone.  She still got headaches from time to time and while she could definitely understand everyone, the chirurgeons had mentioned to her something about temporary aphasia. She was having trouble finding words to speak.  Eorzean being her second language meant that she wasn’t very good with it to begin with, but until this part of her recovery was over –

Reading.  Reading would help.  These people were worldly.  They were bound to have something in the place that she could read.

Standing in the downstairs foyer, Tiona lifted her head, perked her ears, and sniffed the air.  Book glue had a distinct smell, as did leather and dust.  One of these rooms had to be a library.  And so she followed her nose, which led her down the corridor and around the corner to a doorway that was strangely deserted of these Scions running around and causing international incidents.

These people had balls, she’d grant them that.  As far as this Echo business?  Either it was true and they’d definitely picked the wrong guy or her brain injury was a lot worse than the chirurgeons had imagined and this was a vivid fantasy that she was entering while passing out under Baderon’s desk at the Drowning Wench.

Yeah.  Reading would help.

She swung open the door.  Peering around, Tiona didn’t see anyone perusing the … well, the library was more like a room with bookshelves and tables that one had just… dumped all manner of tomes into.  Shrugging, she headed over to a table and picked up the nearest book.

And she didn’t recognize the alphabet.

“Wh–”  Nostrils twitching madly, she closed the book and laid it back down and started squatting down to read the spines of the tomes… and nothing.  She recognized none of it.  “What do you mean,” she said loudly in Dalmascan, “they use another alphabet?”  She rubbed a hand over her face, standing up to turn toward the door– Someone had been in the room the whole time.  The quiet man that Minfilia had said would answer any of her questions.  Urianger.

He was standing in front of her, his hood down and goggles up, golden eyes wide as he looked around for the commotion, and finally settled on her.

She looked at him, grey hair tied back and the bruises from wearing goggles overlong around his eyes, and was so struck by the beauty of him that she gasped.  He blushed.

“M-mine apologies for having startled thee,” he said.  “Tis uncommon for others to journey hither.” For a long moment, Tiona stared at him, brow furrowed.  Something about the way Urianger spoke seemed… familiar.  After a few horrifically awkward moments of her cocking her ears in his direction as he stood there acting like she’d caught him with his pants down, she cleared her throat. “I was looking,” she said, slowly and carefully, “for a book to read.  To help my injury.  But Eorzea uses a different alphabet.  Can’t read.”  She pointed toward the door and began to shuffle off in that direction, but Urianger shook his head.

“Do not go, I prithee,” he said.  “Shouldst thou wish to… learn to read, ‘tis an endeavour for which I may prove a stalwart ally.” The way he spoke was evocative of the languages of her homeland; the Hannish language and its dialects and offshoots.  She smiled broadly at him.  “So you will teach me?”  She held out her hand.  “I’m Tiona Eryut.  But I think you know that.  You’re Urianger?”

The elezen man was still blushing and she didn’t quite understand why, but it was endearing enough that she gave him time to nod, and grasp her hand with his.  He was a bookish man, but his handshake was on par with the kinds she used to get from Resistance generals.

“I am, my lady,” he said.

“Please.  Tiona.  Tiona is fine.”

“Very well.  Shall we begin, Tiona?”

1/11/25

What was your wol(oc)'s first meeting with their significant other(s) like?

[gunbun]

A life is time, they teach you growing up The seconds ticking killed us all A million years before the fall You ride the waves and don't ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself on zebra flesh

(see Tiona's playlist here on spotify)

[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.

[tehjai]

i'm gonna go with the fandom i'm in: tell me about legitimate sagacity!

OH THIS ONE

first of all the first 2 chapters of this are actually on my AO3, which you need a login to view because lmao eh aye amirite https://archiveofourown.org/works/44233537/chapters/111235243

ok have you ever seen the movie Real Genius? basically it's like a fandom fusion with that movie. my WoL Tiona goes to FUCKING SCHOOL, invents what eventually becomes a sustainable starship engine, all on her own, for an archon thesis that fourchenault leveilleur is making her jump through a quadrillion dumb hoops to get. jude rose and nero scaeva are on her ad-hoc research team along with a one-eyed loporrit named Thrustingway and yeah they do the popcorn thing and yeah ameliance is in on it.

and Tiona becomes an archon specifically because i said so

REGRETFULLY this one kind of stalled out because i am legitimately kind of burnt out on ficcing for FFXIV right now. which sucks because making Urianger say Val Kilmer's lines in his archaic declension is :chefkiss:

[gunbun]

Then (First screengrab of Tiona, dated November 2019) vs Now (Most recent screengrab of Tiona, dated December 2024)

[gunbun]

look she's already saved the universe, let her have a snack

[gunbun]

"The back of this bodysuit is cutting off the circulation to my tail, but you really can't complain when you have accessories like these."

[gunbun]

i'm a chaos gremlin on bluesky

[gunbun]

this is how starships get made

[gunbun]

"yeah fuck it after that I'm stealing some of this booze"

so remember this post? the one I made 6 months ago?

Patch 7.15 has introduced both Tiona and me to the consequences of our decisions.

[gunbun]

RKO! RKO TO NERO OUT OF FUCKIN' NOWHERE

sometimes the crazy ex-war-criminal-spaceship-makers are too busy to argue in the literature so they settle their differences using alternate means

[punchelfdraws]

Me: I’m gonna draw thirst art of @tehjai‘s OC

Also me:

[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.

[dragons-bones]

“What do you mean one of the melons is sentient--oh my gods.”

featuring @gunbun, @catpella, @redhawkfg

[gunbun]

"we both thought we had no blood family left, but the joke was on us, and now, as your cousin, my job is to annoy the bejeebus out of you at every opportunity."

[gunbun]

i think we're gonna have to put scanlan shorthalt on those "characters that are like your character" charts