#oc: tiona eryut

[gunbun]

"But this one doesn't need you to kill a god to power it. We just charge up ceruleum with aether and use that for our controlled explosions." -- Tiona Eryut, explaining her rocket engine to Cock Dank

[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?

[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]

tank stance

[gunbun]

Tiona Eryut has one canon job and it's GNB. Every other soul stone is just a hobby.

[gunbun]

she's drooling and he's snoring so bad he sounds like a generator

[gunbun]

[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)

[gunbun]

happy valemtimes or whatever

[gunbun]

i'm a chaos gremlin on bluesky

[gunbun]

"Just break up with me now, both of you. I forgot the hot sauce for the hot pot."

[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]

Snippet At 2:41 AM On An Otherwise Unremarkable Thursday Game

I was tagged by @feralkwe

of course I'm writing porn! porn is what I write. deal with it.

I shall tag @ehonauta and @victhespookygoat and @mirrordaltokki and you. yeah you. show me what you got goin on too. this is from a document I have called "scratch pad" where I just start writing lil vignettes. Nero discovers that Urianger gives great head and Tiona watches. wooooooo!!!!

The elezen had disengaged entirely and, without much fanfare, put Nero's cock in his mouth. The man was a skilled if old-fashioned orator and once again Nero's presuppositions were crashing down around him. Urianger was perhaps the most outwardly-strange of the Scions, the one who'd be pigeonholed as a perpetual virgin much like Cid Garlond.

"Told you," came Tiona’s voice from behind Nero, "he fucks like a champion." She’d awoken from her brief sex-induced nap and was now sliding her fuzzy, curvy body into whatever unoccupied space existed around him.

He's laid-out, vulnerable, and lets Tiona maneuver them both so that he's resting backwards against her, head lolling back against her compact breasts and all the while Urianger sucked his dick like it contained an elixir of youth.

"Are you satisfied with only watching, Eryut?"

"For now," Tiona murmured. The dulled claws that grew where her fingernails would be were she hyur scratched gentle circles around his scalp. "Unless you think it won't be good enough."