#zhloe aliapoh

[nhaneh]

local tree-climbing cat reportedly unconcerned whether local trees appreciate being climbed. with @cindernet-explorer's U'nia Green Redfeather

[katnip-forestsong]

2023 us fanfest art submission that took far too long that I posted on my main

Dedicated to my all time favorite character Zhloe Aliapoh!

FFXIV: Memories of family

[dated-radz-at-han-coin]

Shoutout to that one person who said they wouldn't mind seeing more of this relationship :D

[diadoesart]

The first post for 2024 is actually a birthday gift I made back in October (that I realised I never posted) for @concaviddavid

[writeraven]

FFXIVWRITE 2024 — 05: STAMP.

“Whether she is cute or creepy has been oft debated, but all agree it is best not to leave her to her own devices.” — Eorzea Database

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » FFXIVwrite » 2024 ]

FANDOMS: FFXIV | Sherlock Holmes.

VERSE: Heavensward » AU.

STATUS: Submitted; 1 chapter.

GENRES: Draft, Short Story.

SHIPS: Murderomantiques.

MUSES: Sora Holmes, Yiune Watson.

NPC: Zhloe Aliapoh.

stamp /stămp/ intransitive verb 01. To bring down (the foot) forcibly. 02. To bring the foot down onto (an object or surface) forcibly.

Nighttime at Idyllshire was as lively as the day, though with a different kind of crowd. Adventurers would flock through the gate, turning in their spoils from their hunts; disciples of the hand and land would rush to the vendors and fight for their share of the trade.

Further behind from the hubbub, there was an orphanage established by Zhloe Aliapoh, a Moon Keeper with a cheery personality. Even so, there was a time that had turned her smile upside down.

Though small and cramped, the foster home had its fair share of guests—from Miss Rowena, her benefactor, to the Warrior of Light, who had been a great assistance with the custom deliveries. However, this pair who followed behind her, weren’t your ordinary helpers.

The shorter of the two was of Xaela origin: clad in full black, with frills that matched her noble upbringing, except for her unblinking grey eyes that shone with cold intelligence. Her partner, a Veena in maid uniform, though appear meek at first glance, had an air of deadly grace—of someone who was capable of walking across wooden boards without a sound, even with her high heels. They introduced themselves as Sora Holmes and Yiune Watson, respectively, and they were recommended by the Warrior of Light himself.

“Here.” Khloe showed the odd duo into a vacant room on the second floor. “I have moved the children to another chamber, but—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the building shook as a thundering sound spook the poor young lady, causing her to lose her balance. Yiune the maid caught her; she noticed that the Viera had large hands.

“…I see,” Sora spoke, completely unfazed by the stamping noise from above. “So this is the reason why you seek our help.”

“T-The children are scared,” Zhloe replied after she had calmed down a little. “We tried to search for the cause of this… strange phenomenon, but we couldn’t find any.”

“What’s above this room?”

“The attic,” Khloe answered, now leaving the room and continuing the tour. “It’s where we keep the toys that the children would pick up and play.”

When the trio reached the topmost floor, the stomping sound began to echo through the orphanage. Khloe pursed her lips when her ears picked up the sound of crying.

“I’m sorry, but please excuse me while I need to attend to the children.”

After the distressed Miqo’te had left the scene, Sora turned to her maidservant. “What do you think?”

“I can feel an odd presence behind this door,” Yiune whispered, placing a hand on the attic’s entrance. Her voice sounded deeper than what one would expect from a pretty lady like her. “But… how?”

“Someone must have sneaked them under the guise of presents for the children,” Sora said, rapping on the wooden surface with her scaled fist. “A poor taste for jokes, if you ask me, especially for the month of All Saints’ Wake.”

She pushed open the door, revealing a room full of toys—or more specifically, dolls. Her nose wrinkled at the dust that shimmered in the moonlight streaming through the rooftop window. The loud stamping also ceased the moment the pair entered the attic.

“You don’t scare us, little ones—I suggest showing yourselves now.”

High-pitched giggling bounced off the walls, probably an intent to confuse the stern guests, but Sora merely sighed.

“If you please,” she said, tapping on the Veena’s arm. “Naughty children should be punished, after all.”

With a curt nod, Yiune pulled out a pair of daggers from the under her maid dress. In a flash, she appeared to slice through the air… only for a handful of broken strings to fall slowly onto the floor. Then, with insane precision, she threw her knives at two particular spots from amongst the towering collection of dolls. Walking up to retrieve her weapon, something was stuck to the end of each blade.

Twinning dolls. One in a red dress, the other in blue.

“Calca and Brina.” Sora grimaced at the culprit behind the annoying stomps. “Who in the world would think that these rascals were worth gifting?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE.

I know the ending is a bit rushed, but I think it works for a quick writing exercise.

When I saw the prompt word, I was immediately reminded of a certain dungeon with certain enemies that were doing exactly that… I am sure most people in the community would agree with me that they were pretty annoying, especially when that sound effect booms through headphones.

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[not-eorzeas-finest]

[ffixiv-livmorgan]

zhloe aliapoh 3/3

[cutest-xiv-chacter-tourney]

Crown for the Cutest Round 1~!

[little-light-bulb]

I FUCKING FORGOR THAT I PUT ZHLOE IN THE GROG SUIT AND JUMPSCARCED MYSELf

[dirty-ffxiv-confessions]

Confession: I want to lick the lingering traces of Re-Moisturized Pineapple Pudding off of Zhloe's fingers.

[terramythos]

i haven't done all the custom deliveries yet but this is my tier list now

S - Margrat, Ehll Tou, Anden

A - Ameliance

B - Kai-Shirr, Nitowikwe, M'naago

C - Zhloe Aliapoh

D - Adkiragh

i still have to doooooo Kurenai & Charlemend

ok byeee

[toadeyes-miqote]

Miq'tens

Miq'tens. Someone coined the term and it stuck in my head. Do boy Miq'tens even exist? Female Miqo'te and Male Miqo'te

Miqo'te girl in Mor Dhona was involved with Doman Adventurers Club during their leaving questline. There after she just heads back to her ledge.

The evil creature of whimsy known as Khloe. May the stories please you to stick those stickers in a proper bingo line.

T'kebbe. As an EW joiner by the time I met her, she only spawns near Khloe at times or is part of Moonfire Faire with the Aliapoh sisters. Does Faux Commander affects her spawning rate? I hadn't seen her lately.

There's a Sharlayan Miq'ten looking for her runaway doll. Help her and she'll give you tidbits about Moenbryda and Urianger

Except for one who's a Moonfire Faire Miq'ten with her older brother. I don't recall if there are more or boys.

Okay granted I don't go down to this area much. But she's by the fountain so. Are these the kids Zhloe was taking care of?

[azimsteppe]

ran a poll on twitter and everybody agreed: Zhloe Aliapoh is a failgirl.

[miqomonkly]

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Somehow, I knew this was coming xD

☄️: Most just assume she's "another Miqo'te." Whatever their definition of that may be varies by the individual, but in most cases, those who actually get to know her find she has far more personality than whatever they originally assumed.

🔥: Whenever a dour mood of any kind strikes her, she will often isolate herself. It doesn't just mean shutting herself in; she'll make an effort to be away from those she knows and loves. "To avoid ruining their day," she might justify.

In reality, these are the days she needs people the most. When she closes off from the world, she stews and broods upon the mistakes she has made in life as well as the tragedies she still wishes she could correct. Living in the past, so to speak.

I'lyanna has been like this since she lost her family. It's taking a bit to break the cycle, but the more she connects with those around her, the easier it becomes to at least try and reach out to others for help.

☁️: I'lyanna is something of a seamstress, and finds that the opportunities she's had to design glamours for others warms her heart. In particular, after being invited by Zhloe Aliapoh to design custom glamours for her, she's taken the liberty of designing little outfits for all the orphans of Menphina's Arms.

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 114 - Tsu'na ("wind chimes")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

I am trying to find things to do.

There are many things I can do.  I have a lot of books I can read.  Husband has collected videos I can watch.  There are shards and materials to gather, and things to build.  I can go into Tulsa and play the game, or simply explore.  There are truly things to do.

But the thing I keep thinking about is the thing I cannot do.  I am not fighting in Myra's fights.  I am not Cat's Meow.

It is a piece of identity that I had made for myself, and now it is gone.  Husband would perhaps say I am still me, and I must agree that that is true, but when I find myself wondering if I am even real it is nice to have more pieces of me.

I should perhaps ask Husband to ask Scott about other fights, since Scott seems to know about betting.  But that is only part of the question.

I type this at the workshop.  I have been here all day.  I came here in the morning, thinking perhaps to work on something in Husband's our project list.  Instead I opened a blank doc to type my thoughts.  When I did not have any, I played a wind chime video and listened while I stared at the doc some more.

Husband has almost finished his our airplane.  The propeller keeps breaking, or trying to.  I think he uses working on furniture for the bar as his zen, since he will make a table or some chairs between trying to make another propeller.  He certainly needs the zen after each propeller breaks.

Other than the airplane, the largest project on our list is a greenhouse.  It will be a lot of work, perhaps more than the workshop, since the frame from the old shed was still available, even though I do not think there is any of it left.  The greenhouse will require cedar and plexiglass, and something for a floor, and perhaps concrete or cermet, and we may also want lights and water pipes.  It will require thought and planning.

Husband insisted on adding gardening as a separate project after the greenhouse.  I do not understand why, unless he is concerned about crossbreeding.  Plants want daily watering, but do not need specific tending before they finish growing in three or four days, so they should not affect our other tasks.

Listening to the wind chime sound made me curious about it.  I googled wind chimes and saw pictures of ones that were for sale.  They looked simple enough to make.  There are things that make noise when hit ("tubes" or "rods"), things that do the hitting ("clapper"), things that are pushed by the wind to move the clapper ("feather"), string, and something for everything to hang from ("top piece").

We have a lot of copper and hempen yarn.  The "feather" does not look like an actual feather; some seem to be made of thin wood, while others are a piece of leather.  The top piece could be metal or wood.  It seems most people use stone for a clapper; we have not been keeping a lot of stone, but there is granite nearby.

I could have written a recipe for wind chimes that used copper tubes and hempen yarn and granite and maple.  But that would have been a recipe for one kind of wind chimes, and there were a lot of pictures of different kinds in google.  Husband had talked about "template recipes" that would allow us to change one thing, as some of the recipes we learned let us do.  But I thought that would not be enough.

Zhloe Aliapoh ran an orphanage in Idyllshire, and wanted us to make things for her that she could use to raise money to take care of children.  But she did not have specific recipes for specific things.  She had recipes that used "materials" to make "components" that would then make things.

The materials would sometimes change.  She often wanted "keepsakes" of Western Coerthas; the materials for these were once dragon scale and mythrite, and another time were dark chestnut wood and yeti fur.  When I had different materials I made different keepsakes.  Yet the recipe did not change.

I studied Zhloe's recipe in the workshop, looking to see how and where it specified things to use and what to make.  Both Husband and Eorzean scholars spoke of intent when working with aether, and I saw how to blend my own intent into the recipe to take what materials I had to make what I wanted made.

And so I wrote a recipe that took metal ore and stone and wood and yarn and made metal tubes and a metal ring and a stone disk and lengths of string and a flat wooden plate, then a further recipe that took these pieces and made a wind chime, with tubes of different lengths and string of the right lengths and a clapper and feather, all connected to a metal top piece.  And it made sound when I touched the feather.

Hanging it in the workshop would not do, since there was no wind inside, so I made a signpost without a sign, placed it outside and hung the wind chime from that.  The sound was different from the video I had listened to, and not as pleasant, so I took it down, desynthesized it and tried again.

I made four more attempts before Husband got back from gathering.  After making a chime I tested the clapper against each of the tubes to consider the sound.  I could make thinner-walled tubes and wider or narrower tubes to change the range of sound and how long the sound lasted after they were hit.

Husband returned as I was making one more set of components.  He studied my recipes, copied them to his own journal, and started his own attempt as I hung up my last chime.  He was very happy with the idea, and wants to try making food recipes the same way.  I am willing to try a meat pie made that way, but I think I am content buying Guiseppe's pizza.

Husband called me brilliant as he has before.  I do not know if I am brilliant, or if either of us are.  But I am someone who can think of things like this.

I am an artisan.  I make things.  This is not news to me.  It does not tell me anything about who or what I am that I did not already know.  It does not truly tell me my identity.

But it is a piece of it.

And now we have wind chimes.

[writeraven]

LOVE IS IN THE AIR — 01

CHAPTERS: [ 01 | 02 | 03 ]

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » Chronogenesis » Tales from the Carnivals ]

LINKS: [ Tumblr » Story, Collection, Project | AO3 » Work, Collection, Series ]

MUSES: Sora Amariyo. NPC: Zhloe Aliapoh (mentioned).

01 — Coerthas Western Highlands.

ET 11:00 PM

“Dashing through the snow On a singing chocobo Under the starlight Grinning with delight—”

“Shut up, Juno.”

No one in their right mind would be out on a night raging with a snowstorm, arguing over petty things at the top of the rocky Twinpools mountains. No one, except a trio of the oddest companions you wouldn’t usually find across Eorzea, all of whom shared similar paleness that could blend in with the whitewashed scenery.

If only they weren’t too busy bickering with each other to enjoy the winter wonderland.

The singer was a wind-up minion in the likeness of the Queen of Shadows, Scathach, with an air of haughtiness that didn’t diminish with its miniature size. The subject of its merry song was a snow-white chocobo that failed to camouflage into the background with its bright red barding, reminiscent of the one given out at the Starlight event in Gridania a few days ago. The leader of the trio, a female Xaela in tuxedo with a monocle eyepiece that didn’t quite suit her, snatched the minion off the air and threw it violently at the icy ground.

“K-Kweh.”

The chocobo shuddered, nudging the Auri girl gently with its beak before moving in closer, ruffling its feathers against her. It clearly didn’t like to be out in the cold, and it wanted to snuggle up to its owner for warmth. The Xaela then turned her attention to the chocobo, ignoring the spluttering wind-up Scathach that finally poked its head out of the snow.

“Come on, you’d never know if you didn’t try! Shiro would make a fine addition to the Chocobo Choir and we’ll have the gils rolling in no time!”

“You only want me to ditch Shiro for the money. Not happening.”

Sora Amariyo gave Juno the talking-toy Scathach a death glare, then she—they—pulled out a letter from their pocket. They could recall the frantic delivery moogle that dragged itself across the stone ground at Falcon’s Nest to pass the juice-stained envelope to them. They also felt a little sorry for scaring the poor fellow when it called them ma’am because of their physical gender. Sighing, they glanced down at the yellowing paper to read its contents for the third time today.

Dearest Sora, How are you? It has been almost a year since the last time you visited the children at Menphina’s Arms. They really missed you—and I miss you, too. The stories of your grand adventures keep them in high spirits while you bring back collectibles and gils to the orphanage. We’re literally thriving here! I can’t thank you enough for all your help—now I don’t have to break my teeth on the frozen pineapple pudding I’ve been trying to save for weeks, and I can share them with the other kids too! Can’t wait to see you soon! With lots of love, Zhloe P.S. Khloe misses you so much that she can’t stop talking about you over dinner every evening!

Sora shook their head, but not without breaking a small smile at the thought of the upbeat (albeit scatterbrained) Miqo’te trying her best for the orphans of Idyllshire to repay the kindness she had received as a child. They didn’t want to admit that they empathized with her cause; they had a similar past, though with more complications they didn’t like to babble to strangers. Unlike Zhloe Aliapoh, their late foster mother, I’suca Amariyo, wasn’t exactly a caring person; they still wondered from time to time what her true agenda was when she saved them as an infant fifteen summers ago.

Tucking the letter into their pocket, they glanced up at the night sky. A hint of disappointment flashed across their face; they wouldn't catch the aurora lights tonight with the snowstorm roaring around them. They shrugged, hopping onto Shiro’s back with a determined look.

“Alright buddy, it’s time for work.”

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