#xoti

[sun-marie]

🎲 for a wildcard OR if you're feeling fanarty. can we get Maia/Xoti

Hello!! Thank you for the ask, i am feeling fanarty :3 so have a Maia/Xoti

"🎲1: Kiss on the Cheek"

Send me a 🎲 (and optionally a character/ship) and I'll do a quick smooch sketch of them <3

[maturiin]

that one xoti moment

[5000andris]

what ?!? oh yeah. pillars of eternity modern au in which my chanter watcher zante and tekehu start a band

[m8tuna]

HEY GUYS I LOVE TEKEHU AND HIS SOFT FISH HEART

[yelly-ink]

well, happy st. waidwen's day to calendula and xoti and happy upcoming new year to @starlightcleric!! 2025 will definitely be a bright one for poe fandom :D and many thanks to @secret-st-waidwen-exchange for organizing this! <3

[perenians]

alright poe fans. bias allowed

[voicesofeternity]

Tekēhu: For what do you stare at me, priestess?

Xoti: It's just—I mean, your uh, hair. It keeps wrigglin' around, like it's got a mind of its own.

Tekēhu: Do you wish to touch one? They do not bite.

Xoti: Would I ever! Hold still. (pause) Ooh, slimy.

[solas-backpack-mug]

how about you two stop talking for a moment

[avalost]

“savior” for Pillars of Eternity?

The nightmare recedes.

Hundreds of hands, thousands of fingers, grabbing, tugging, pulling – cold and burning, solid, ephemeral – frantic – holding her down, legs, arms, covering her eyes, her mouth, at her throat, in her hair – pulling – holding – desperate –

Gone.

Xoti’s breath comes shallow, and for a long time she does not move, not even to open her eyes. Tears squeeze out from behind her eyelids and escape, running down her temples and into her sweat-slick hair.

The ship is quiet and dark. Her berth rocks gently beneath her.

Slowly, as though worried she’ll attract the attention of some nameless something, she frees her limbs from the thin blanket tangled about them. She opens her eyes, and the dark looks back.

One of the voices from the nightmare still rings in her mind.

Save me! Save me! SAVE ME! 

“I'm not your savior,” she whispers. Her voice trembles and breaks. “But I'll shepherd you. I'll guide you to Gaun.”

(micro-story prompt asks)

[sun-marie]

Eamoc Part 2, Electric Boogaloo ✨

At first, Eamoc didn't feel anything particularly strong towards Xoti one way or the other. However, once Xoti began feeding him his favorite snack, Palohe Nuts, they became fast friends and he was often seen at her side (when he wasn't at Sabina's). How Xoti knew Eamoc's favorite snack may or may not have something to do with Maia asking Sabina what it was as a "personal favor" ;)

Given how different Aloth and Iselmyr are and Eamoc's distaste for the former, you'd be forgiven for thinking Eamoc might get along better with the latter. You would be mistaken. While usually Eamoc is content to simply huff and side-eye Aloth, Iselmyr's more... confrontational nature has come very close to an all out brawl between the two, much to Aloth's terror.

Being from Eir Glanfath, Eamoc felt especially comfortable around Serafen, whose presence reminded him of home. For Serafen's part, he figured he could do worse than have a great horned beast as a friend, especially when that beast was willing to help him reach new heights, as it were.

[dragonologist-phd]

Holding their hands when they are shaking.

writing prompts

@risualto tumblr is having a tumblr moment and not letting me actually answer this ask, but thank you! this one felt meant for Miervaldis and Xoti, please enjoy!

The flash of light is both blinding and beautiful, as the wave of souls flows from Xoti’s lantern to the adra pillar at the center of the tower. Sparks fly through the air, powered by the pure energy from the ritual, swirling and charging in a cacophony of released life.

Miervaldis can feel them, in the air, under his skin, returning to the Wheel in accordance with the gods’ will. Some part of him wants to appreciate the majesty of the moment- but a scream rips itself from Xoti’s throat as she makes contact, and all of that is momentarily forgotten as his attention turns to her alone.

Xoti trembles under the strain of her own power, but she remains standing, strong and unyielding in the face of the energy which crackles up her arms and across her body. One hand stays gripped on the lantern while the other presses insistently upon the adra; her face stays lifted to the blazing light before her, framed by dark hair dancing wildly in the electrified wind.

She has been gripped, fully, by the power of Gaun. No mortal can reach her now.

Yet Miervaldis steps forward anyway, arms extended, desperate to help.

“Release the souls,” he urges, but his voice is hoarse and creaky, and he’s certain she doesn’t hear. He reaches for her, but the radiating energy burns his fingers and he must withdraw.

There’s blood on Xoti’s face now, though in the chaos he can’t see her injury. “You’re hurt,” he cries, fighting to be heard, and he tries again to approach her- until she shakes her head furiously and shouts back, “I can do this!”

She screws her eyes shut and leans closer to the adra, and finally one magnificent burst fills the air with thunder as a crack shatters straight through the glowing pillar. The last of the soul energy swirls through the air, around the broken adra, until it finally seeps into the stone and at last gives itself over to peace.

Miervaldis pays the display little mind; he is already falling to his knees to catch Xoti as she stumbles limply to the ground. She is still bloody, and she looks terribly weak, and she’s trembling…but he can hear her muttering to herself, and it can only be a good sign that she feels well enough to rattle out a long string of curses.

With a relieved sigh, Miervaldis takes her shaking hands in his- she’s bleeding all over now, he sees, her fingers and palms a mess of cuts, lingering gifts from the glassy adra. He wraps those bleeding hands in his and holds her steady, and with a quiet thanks to Berath he summons healing magic to send washing over her skin. As the magic does its work, he traces his thumb over the pulse of her wrist, reassuring himself once more that she is okay.

“Xoti,” he says softly, whispering her name like a prayer. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”

“Like Hel,” she mutters, though with time her shaking stops. “But…lighter. So that’s good, I think.”

She slumps against Miervaldis’s shoulder, and even manages to muster a smile as she glances up at him. “You know, I don’t think I ever heard you sound as worried as you did just now.”

“Nobody’s ever scared me like you did just now.”

She gives an exhausted nod. “Scared myself, too, if I’m being honest. Son of a lice-bitten cur, but that hurt something awful.” She closes her eyes and leans closer, tucking her face into Miervaldis’s shoulder. A trail of blood trickles down her neck, and Miervaldis gently wipes it away.

“Thanks for having my back,” Xoti says, giving his fingers a squeeze.

“I didn’t do much. It was all you.”

“You were here for me. That mattered.” She presses a soft kiss against Miervaldis’s collarbone, then pulls away with a reluctant groan. Her lantern lies beside her, empty but intact, and she latches it back to its place at her belt. “And I guess I gotta keep filling this up, ‘til it’s time to do the whole thing over again.”

“If serving one’s god was easy, everyone would do it,” Miervaldis murmurs. It’s an old lesson, one most devotees learn early in their callings, and Xoti nods her agreement.

“You’re right about that. And I never was one to take the easy route. Nah, I’ll keep doing my duty ‘til I fall to dust and bones.”

“Xoti,” Miervaldis begins, “you are…”

But he trails off. The sight of her- bloodied and shaken and harrowed, yet still practically glowing with devotion to the faith and the path she’s committed herself to- stops the words right in his throat.

“Crazy?” she supplies. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

“No.” Miervaldis cups her cheek in his hand. “You’re incredible.”

He kisses her, and she sighs dreamily into his mouth as she returns the gesture. Miervaldis can taste her blood on his lips as he pulls away, but her eyes are shining bright enough to eclipse any fear or worry.

“Let’s get on out of here,” she says, and Miervaldis offers her his hand again.

“Can you walk?”

“Oh yeah, I’m right as-ah, shoot!” Her legs give out as she tries to stand, and she collapses against Miervaldis. “Sorry, there. I guess my bones are still a little shaky.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Miervaldis wraps his arm around her, and she smiles happily as she leans into his support. He presses a kiss to her windswept hair, and repeats the promise as a whisper in her ear. “I’ve got you.”

[elvishdemigod]

Same VA thing, but gods is this packed with things I have fond memories of

This lady has been a constant through my life, I swear.

[gothyanki]

Maia and Xoti stayed together in my Deadfire ending even though Maia left the party and Xoti went to Ukaizo with Ahimi and co. - they got the happy “went off exploring together” epilogue slide. Which… I’m so glad it didn’t break them up, but I need ALL the fic dealing with how on earth in Eora they worked that one out.

[m8tuna]

Eder, Xoti and Bearn go out on a family trip to pet every single animal in Eora soundtrack for this is

IDK what possesed me to do this lol I just think they would be cute as a family ? lmao

[starlightcleric]

Have you heard the good news about Death?

[perenians]

gaun girl (again)