#zhloe aliapoh

[nhaneh]

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

[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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[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

[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.

[lavampira]

crafting/gathering quests

custom deliveries

zhloe aliapoh

m'naago

kurenai

adkiragh

kai-shirr

ehll tou

charlemend

ameliance

anden

margrat

crystalline mean

facet of forging [bsm/arm/gsm]

facet of crafting [crp/ltw/wvr]

facet of nourishing [alc/cul]

facet of gathering [btn/min]

facet of fishing [fsh]

crystalline mean

studium

faculty of archaeology [bsm/arm/gsm]

faculty of astronomy [crp/ltw/wvr]

faculty of medicine [alc/cul]

faculty of anthropology [btn/min]

faculty of aetherology [fsh]

studium

wachumeqimeqi

xrral soj metalwares [bsm/arm/gsm]

epistles by pameka [crp/ltw/wvr]

xeerol ja juicecraft [alc/cul]

shunye's apothecary [btn/min]

fish fancies donuhanu [fsh]

TBA

[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.

[cidnangarlond]

listen to me young man I am speaking directly into your ear now do not do any crafting or gathering stuff in ffxiv until you unlock the firmament and firmament restoration you will level everything like crazy and get good rewards for your turn ins and it's fun to turn your brain off as you mine and harvest in the diadem. for mining and botany you only need to be level 10 to enter the diadem. for the other crafters you only need to be level 20. most of what you need for crafting you get in the diadem. you can level everything together and it will go super fast. do not forget to unlock custom delivers starting with zhloe aliapoh to get scrips and exchange them for crafting or gathering gear. whatever you get from the diadem that you don't need you can sell on the market board and get a lot of gil that way. listen to me. are you listening to me. you're gonna be tempted to level crafters and gatherers like your regular combat classes. that is the devil talking. wait and you shall be rewarded with riches beyond your comprehension

[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.

[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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[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 74 - Tsu'na ("boob slider")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

"kevlar": "a heat-resistant and strong synthetic fiber"

"boob": "a stupid, awkward person", "mistake, blunder", "goof", "breast"

Husband and I are sitting in a coffee shop across the street from Flying Tigers.  We are not drinking coffee in this coffee shop.  Husband is drinking earl grey tea and I am drinking jade citrus mint tea.  It is better than coerthas tea but not quite as good as shroud tea.  I wonder how the namazu would rate it.

He has been here for hours, watching the fight classes.  I came with him here, but did not stay long.  I told him I would explore Tulsa.  I meant I would explore a certain part of it, where we had been before.

It was not hard to find.  I have not yet been to many places in Tulsa, so my journal map showed where our first visit had been.  I recognized shops I had seen before and followed them to what Husband had called an “e-sports center”.

There was a young man, or perhaps an older boy, at a desk at the front.  He looked up from his computer.  “Welcome to Player One.  How can I help you?”

“I would like to play Final Fantasy Fourteen.”

“Sure, we have that here.  Though, you know, Endwalker hasn't come out yet, so we're on Shadowbringers.”

“What is Endwalker?”

“Latest expac.  You didn't know about it?  It was supposed to be out by now, but now Yoshi's talking Christmas.”

“Shadowbringers will be fine.”

“Cool.  How many hours?”

There was a sign on the wall behind him that showed how many dollars for how many hours.  I paid for two hours.  He gave me a card and the number of the computer I should use.

The computer had a payment card reader beside it.  I put in the card I had been given and the computer screen lit up.  I saw “FFXIV” among the icons and selected it.  At the login screen I put in the ID and password I remembered Husband using.

I put on the headphones around my beret in time for the blast of music that came with the white screen.  I did not notice the first time I saw it with Husband that it said "Shadowbringers".  Perhaps it referred to our time as the Warriors of Darkness.

I clicked on the word "Start".  I looked at the version of me on the screen.

I thought about why I was there.

I have thought about the game every day since first seeing it weeks ago.  I have tried to reconcile my knowledge of my world with the existence of this game.  I have tried to both imagine and not think about what Husband had referred to as "supervising" me, which to him would have meant moving me hither and yon in the game.

If the game was my world, I needed to know.  If the game was not my world, I needed to know.

I stared at myself on the screen.

I clicked "New Character".

The first picture to appear was of a male hyur.  Husband had picked a female miqo'te because he wanted his character to be attractive for him.  Perhaps I could have made a character that looked like him so that it was attractive to me.  But I was not there to play and have fun.  I was there to learn.

I looked at the different races, different genders, different factions.  In the end I made a female miqo'te gladiator.  The hairstyle that appeared was like the flowing style I wore when I first arrived in Limsa, before I changed to the far more practical tails and braid.

The game asked me for a name.  I did not want to use my own, since this was not me.  But I knew little of miqo'te names; my name is from my adoptive hyur parents, who also knew little of miqo'te names.  I knew M'Naago, a Seeker of the Sun, and the Aliapoh sisters, Zhloe and Khloe, Keepers of the Moon, and how my name did not resemble either.

There was a Randomize button.  After a few clicks I picked "Wyra Amariyo".  I was told that name could not be used.  I tried another, and another, and another.  The miqo'te on the screen would sigh and shake her head each time; perhaps she was as discouraged as I felt.

I grew weary of this after trying twenty times.  I could not think of a name.  I tried typing "Forename Surname", but that did not work either.

I finally googled miqo'te names on my phone.  I found a page that would make different random names.  I selected "Rika Sistei".  Rika jumped for joy when the game accepted that name.

Then she was dropped into the void.

I had thought it was a dream when it happened to me, finding myself surrounded by darkness with Hydaelyn's voice saying "Hear…feel…think."  I had woken up on a ship with the old bearded hyur, Brandt, checking on me.  And there Rika was experiencing the same thing.  Though she woke on a wagon instead, as she was headed to Ul'dah.

I did not think overmuch about Husband having experienced the same thing when he came to my world.  I simply thought Hydaelyn had decided she needed another Warrior of Light.  But now this Rika, my character, was having the same experience.  As would anyone who created a character in this game, since anyone who played it would be wanting the experience.

But in my world there were only the two of us, only two Warriors of Light.  If anyone could create one, how many were in this game?

I could not explore Ul'dah until I had seen several messages, about how to move, how to talk to people, how to accept "quests".  After Rika had registered at the Adventurer's Guild and the Gladiator's Guild and visited the marketplace, she was free to see the city.

The city seemed so small.  Ul'dah is large, with many passages, many shops, many places crowded and quiet.  It could take hours to walk around the city and see everything.  But Rika did not walk.  She ran everywhere, even inside buildings.  She went practically everywhere in that Ul'dah in perhaps ten minutes.

And yet it was crowded.  Several people around the aetheryte.  Several people in each guild hall.  A large crowd in the marketplace, clustered around the summoning bell and the market board and scattered around in the street crafting.  There was the sound of chatter and laughter and cries.

It took some time to realize that the sound was not coming from the people.  Few of them were facing each other, and none of them were working their mouths.  One was playing an instrument badly, which added to the noise, but none seemed to be speaking or laughing or crying.  I concluded the sound was coming from the game, along with the constant music.  I was more sure of this when I noticed some of the sounds repeated every so often, a particular laugh, a particular cry.

I wondered why all these people were together if they were not acting together.  In this place, in this world, in this game.

Then a new message appeared.  "Welcome to the Novice Network!"  I clicked the button to join and something new appeared on my screen in the corner, saying I had accepted an invitation to join the Novice Network, where new players could ask questions of mentors.

Then the text began.

[NOVICE] Ardent Grove: Welcome Rika!  Hope you're having fun!  Let us know if you need any help.

There was a blank bar under the text.  I clicked on it and got a cursor.  I typed a message of my own.

[NOVICE] Rika Sistei: Thank you.

More text appeared after that.  It scrolled by quickly, almost faster than I could read.

[NOVICE] Velvet Kitty: any1 doing ifrit xtreme?

[NOVICE] Weeb Monger: is there a dyeable version of the Dhalmelskin Thighboots?

[NOVICE] Mimi Joe: whats the best tank class to start hw with?

[NOVICE] Ardent Grove: Might as well try DRK.  It's right there when you come in.

That was talking.  That was people communicating.  Not the babble I was hearing in the street.  The text before me was people.  But the text was not being made by the people I saw on the screen.  It was from the fingers of players typing on their computers, wherever they were.  Which were not people on the screen.  As I was not Rika.  Rika was standing there doing nothing while I communicated with people.

This answered my question.  More than any of Husband's assurances and explanations, this answered my question.  My world did not have this.  It did not have all these silent yet noisy people crowding the streets, running around or crafting things or making bad music.  It did not have people who spoke with each other by typing regardless of where they were.

This was not my world.

And whatever person Husband had running around in this world was not a real person, and was certainly not me.  It was another picture or statue or "character", just like Rika.  Who was also not me.

I am content with this observation.

More text appeared, though this was in purple.

Mini Muffins >> hey. nice toon.

[NOVICE] Rika Sistei: Someone just spoke to me in purple.  What does that mean?

[NOVICE] Ardent Grove: That's a private tell.  You can respond to it using /r.

>> Mini Muffins: Toon?

Mini Muffins >> character.  i like you didnt go wild with the boob slider.

>> Mini Muffins: What is a boob slider?

Mini Muffins >> the slider bar in chargen under bust size.  changes the chest shape.

>> Mini Muffins: I did not see that.

Mini Muffins >> oh ok.  thought it was a choice. lotta guys go nuts with it.  if there was a butt slider theyd probly do that too.

>> Mini Muffins: There is no butt slider?

Mini Muffins >> nah, people been asking for it for years but devs keep saying its too hard.  i think its just sexism cuz if they put it in people would use it for guys too.

I found out how to log out and returned to the character selection screen.  I started creating another character, another female, and this time looked at the boob slider under Bust Size, as well as the face shape, the tail length, the skin and hair and eye colors and other things.

Husband had played this game.  He created a character, a female miqo'te that looked like me, because he wanted an attractive character.  And then he crossed what he calls the multiverse to find me.  Or, he crossed the multiverse to find someone who looked like me.  Who looked like his character.

Had I been what he was looking for?

I type this as I sit in the coffee shop where we are not drinking coffee, where we are planning the best time to frighten a barefoot man wearing white in his own school.

I look up at Husband.  He notices the motion and meets my eyes.  He smiles.

I ask him if he knows what a butt slider is.  He tells me of kevlar.  We have yet another project.  Perhaps he also does not know what a boob slider is.

Whether or not I was who he was looking for, I am who he found.  I am who he married.  I am who he holds at night.

I am content with this observation.