#Zoissette Vauban

[driftward]

A lovely couples picture, look how they move together! Art by the talented @cleric-stanced

#final fantasy xiv #y'shtola rhul #zoissette vauban #zoishtola #witchshield #y'shtola x wol #comm art

[lavenderarts]

A set of icons for @driftward :)

#art #commissions #ff14 #ffxiv #zoissette vauban #y’shtola rhul #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

[yzeltia]

NEON GENSIS ELEZENVANGELION

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv #ff14 #ff xiv #zoissette vauban #y'zel tia #ryssthota sundstyrwyn #c'oretta khell #y'shtola rhul #diety #junelezen 2023 #junelezen #erick gage #gage acquisitions and allies #mathye bishop #riven fortemps #nyx blackmoon #u'rahn nuhn #lavender

[eorziapple]

Happy

It all went off without a hitch. Perfect really. Ryss got it all planned out, of course Apple had no issue getting her friend Y'mhitra on board. She was happy to, really. It was the least she could do for Zoissette, she owed her so much for piecing everything together, getting everyone together, saving her life.

She was happy to do it. Happy.

She was -exhausted-. While the others were headed out on the town for a victory pint, she’d left quietly. In a way it was very like her, at least, how she used to be. A certain surety that the others would enjoy their not far better without her, and a need to retreat to the safety of solitude. And solitude she found, not bothering to undress before slumping into her bed, simply laying for a few minutes, flat on her face, letting the weariness fade from her body as well as everything else in the world.

Slowly, the heat of her breath against her blanket forced her to adjust, rolling over to her back, staring at the ceiling and reflecting. “Why?” The word punctured the stillness and silence of the room, and laid bare the reality Apple would have vastly preferred stay dormant.

Why indeed? She’d barely come to terms with her feeling for Zoissette, had been working her way to figure out how or even if she would voice it with her at all. Ironically given the proximity of Zoissette’s relationship with Mathye, she’d settled on waiting. After all, Apple was still dealing with the aftermath of her own disaster. That wasnt really it though, was it?

She sighed, rolling to her side, her legs curling, knees pulled up to rest against her chest.

She had been afraid. Afraid of embarrassing herself, afraid of confirming that it was all one sided.

Her lips quivered, it was difficult for a reserved woman to give in to the emotions, it felt so childish. Try as she might though, the dam had burst. Because after all, tonight was nothing of a confirmation of those fears.

It was the death of an idea, of sorts, and she was surprised by how much she grieved.

It took her some time to find calm again. Nothing was so much resolved. She didnt really know how to deal with these emotions.

She knew Zoissette couldn’t know. She deserved happiness and Apple refused to mar something good with guilt. Zoi was a good person, one who cared very much for her friends, and Apple half expected her to throw away the relationship just for the knowledge that she was hurting. Isgardians did tend to internalize self-sacrifice like that.

There were also the questions of… this was uncharacteristic for Apple. She was used to shyness, distractions, emotions being more muted. Was this all a side effect? Was it just how she always felt, but on the surface?

She didnt have answers, she didnt care for them. Not now. She felt drained.

She was tired of thinking, tired of feeling. Sleep was a welcome respite. One she embraced.

A little too keen to embrace, it seemed, as she spent the night and as much of the following day drifting in and out of slumber.

#apple silverberg #zoissette vauban #grief #ffxiv

[niraff14]

Zoissette found herself resting against a tree in front of the Company House. She couldn't say when, but at some point she felt like someone else was around. Looking down and to the right, sure enough Yesuntei had appeared, leaning against the tree arms crossed in the same manner as her.

There was a small smile toying at the corner of the pale xaela's lips even as she tried to keep the straight neutral expression Zoissette had from being mostly deep in her own thoughts previously.

Though, Yesuntei didn't say anything, deciding for the moment to let Zoissette enjoy the calm quiet of the garden. Even as she continued to cheerily mime the Elezen's posture and expression while trying not to smile too much.

#FF14 #Zoissette Vauban #Yesuntei Kagon #Friends #Screenshot #gpose

[autumnslance]

O Avatar of Destruction, Mistress of Magic, guide us in our most explosive endeavors.

(And please smooch my friend, she really needs it)

@driftward

#Final Fantasy XIV #Housing #Guildmates #FC Shenanigans #Silliness #Y'shtola Rhul #Zoissette Vauban #Dark Autumn

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Eorzea Academy AU: Doc Vauban

things seem to be going well for our intrepid heroine! (no. no they're not.)

[starring @driftward 's Zoissette! ]

#ffxiv #eorzea academy au #eorzea academy #this was me trying to make a 'into the spiderverse' doc ock reference #zoissette vauban

[ladyofvoss]

“She’ll come back........won’t she?”

Made this for no reason in particular, right @driftward? :D

#screenshots #Thalia Voss #zoissette vauban #tagging her for no reason at all #:]

[mintibunny]

FFXIV, Day 23 - Suit

Minti's retainer gets new armor.

"Marget - 'Miss Minti' - is this all really necessary? My afternoons are not usually spent in my undergarments, next to one of your mannequins. I didn't even know you had mannequins."

"Tante, just hold still, I need to measure your waist. Squeeze?"

"I say! …fine. I'll hold my breath."

Oh, to go back to the days when Angélique Treleaux, retainer for Minti Chocolate, was being dragged along for tea-time with the House Fortemps boys. Back when all was right with the world, when the viera sticking her with sewing pins and pressing measuring tape along her waist was just a House ward. Times were very different then, with a young woman who seemed to care more about dresses and looking pretty than about the frigid world outside her bedroom window.

Angelique, or "Tante," as was her business nickname, was an old friend of Lady Sabbatine. They were duskwrights, both from Gridania, of course, and the one's sudden fortune made it possible for the other to come into a level of comfort. "Angels of the morning and the evening," some drunk bard at Buscarron's had called them, as they were so different, but complementary in their personalties. He'd said more, but he received a good head slam against a wooden column as proper payment. Sabbatine always did keep company with the darker parts of the woods. Perhaps that's why she took so easily to the training as a Greene knight.

In the house manse, Lady Sabbatine relied on Angelique as a sort of majordomo: a friendly ear for advice, governess, and head of the few servants who remained after the Calamity. She was no formal knight, but a familiarity with the craft was helpful for dealing with day-to-day business. It suited her, to be honest. Let the Lady be the dreamer, while she worked to make those dreams come true.

Marget, the viera girl Lady Sabbatine had adopted as her ward, helped make the days go by easier. She was a quick study, cheerful, polite. No inclinations towards the knighthood or martial callings, from what Anqelique could recall. Just an normal young lady, although given to moments of great sadness.

When that fateful day arrived - when Ser Charibert came to visit - Angelique was terrified. For the first time in her life, she didn't have a ready answer, or a back-up plan, or really much of anything. With Lady Sabbatine accused of witchcraft, the house's reputation fell into tatters, as did everything else. She, like the rest of the servants of House Treleaux, went into hiding, or left Coerthas entirely if they had the means. It was fortunate that the retainer service for adventurers was a place to go to. Nobody seemed to mind the sudden influx of Ishgardians looking for work in Eorzea's major cities. Halone must have been watching, because a young arcanist asked for her by name. A "Minti Chocolate," who'd hired several retainers - Rokker, End-of-Spring, and Twilite - and was looking for one more.

Which brought Angelique to now, where she was being fitted for a new "chrondite top of fending." Imagine, her girl learning how to become an armorsmith and a blacksmith! If only she could be alongside for all those adventures Minti kept having, and meet the Warrior of Light herself. (Rumor had it that she was from the Vaubans.) Until those days, there were ones like these, filled with new armor and good memories. Twilite would be jealous.

I'd like to see you try and fit into these boots, old girl, the duskwright thought.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #zoissette vauban #ffxivwrite2023

[biot08]

for NPC ask gimme hraesvaelgr ! how do you feel about the dragon !

Oof! This one's a difficult one for Zoissette. Being Ishgardian, she is cagey about dragons at the best of times. She only tolerated the mission of peace to Hraesvalgr's summit at Alphinaud's behest. She was surprised by what she found, though. Instead of another rancorous beast like his brother, she instead found a creature so steeped in grief that it almost beggared belief. A grief that she recognized she could not identify with, that the experiences of this great wyrm were simply beyond her. To her, he seemed stuck in one moment, for eternity. As she dealt with Nidhogg and encountered Tiamat, she began to believe that was simply the way of dragons, that their strongest feelings crystalized in their past, and they could find no way past them. The moment when he chose to assist the Lady Iceheart notwithstanding. He would go on to prove her wrong. Perhaps it was Ysayle's influence and conviction. Mayhaps it was at the behest of his sire, Midgardsormr. But at the time of reckoning, the dragon showed his mettle, and perhaps saved all of Ishgard. Some of the ways of dragons are still beyond her, it seems; perhaps they change and grow and learn the same as anybody else, just on time scales she can scarce imagine. She can't quite bring herself to forgive him for his inactivity in the war over the centuries, however, even for his decision to aid his brother. However, neither can she condemn him. For it was his family that had been wounded, and perhaps, he thought he had found something approaching justice for a time. She does not condone, nor is it what she would do, but she understands. Also being powered by the dragon's eye was some kind of exhilaration, do dragoons just feel that all the time? Sweet Halone what a rush.

#final fantasy xiv #zoissette vauban #hraesvalgr #answer hours #ask meme

[gunbun]

(@driftward) Turnabout is fair play dreamtime: Tiona and Zoissette

Usually there weren't dreams; if there were, there was usually a lot more blood and screaming than this. Thus Tiona stood, in a place she couldn't quite recognize, but that still held that nostalgic, familiar feeling that only dreams can create. It was even there alongside the blood and screaming, when that happened. The sun was setting - or at least it looked that way - and Tiona turned to her right to see the silhouette of a long-limbed elezen woman, sighing wistfully, and looking out onto the shimmering, shifting of wherever-the-hell-this-was. "Who's this?" Tiona said it to herself more than anyone, not expecting her dreamtime companion to react. The ears made it very clear that she was an elezen, but her facial features kept smearing and smudging as though Tiona couldn't quite bring the picture into focus. "A look into your heart," said her companion, and Tiona was able to make out a wry smile. "I know you know that I know." "Wow, that's so cryptic." "We're both dating Archons. It lends itself to thinking overlong about what purpose we have in their lives." "Urianger is my ex-boyfriend, thank you." "Oh... I'm sorry?" "Because I married him. Anyway. Please tell me it's Y'shtola because if it was Thancred I'd never stop teasing him."

"What?"

"What." And then -- -- Tiona woke up.

#oc: tiona eryut #special guest oc: zoissette vauban

[driftward]

Shipping in Final Fantasy the Fourteenth is dangerous business. Especially since glamour is the real endgame.

#final fantasy xiv #zoissette vauban #aeryn striker #gage acquisitions #biot edits #biot comic #does this count as a comic? whatever #shippy nonsense (sort of)

[yzeltia]

MiqoMarch 2024 Day 1: Introduction [Jaguar Clan]

"Well, I don't believe we were expecting the entire welcome wagon." -Claudien Ft. @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban @healerstail Y'sef Tia (sorta)

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #y'zel tia #y'shtola rhul #claudien #y'mhitra #y'mhitra rhul #y'sef tia #y'mariah rhul #y'shaqmaro #y'thuba tia #zoissette vauban #miqomarch #miqomarch 2024

[eorziapple]

Apple liked Zoissette, unfortunately.

Her conversation with Ement had gone well. He had some suggestions that were in her wheelhouse.

Stationary, reading material, inkwells and pens, reading material, something magically enchanted… a smile.

She paused on that thought. Ement was teasing her with that, to be sure, but hearing that Zoissette spoke about her and worried for her had set her heart pacing and her cheeks reddened almost instantly. She was sure he picked up on it, too.

She wasn’t sure what to do with that revelation. It made sense of course, looking back. How involved she was with Zoi’s recovery, to the point of experimenting her aether regulator on herself, leading to her own mess. Looking back she recognized that she lost focus in their conversations of late. Gods, she was staring at her a lot, too… did Zoi know?

In the end, there wasnt anything to do, she supposed. After what happened with Mathye she was sure Zoi did not wish for any confessions from coworkers. Not to mention the training, wouldnt be right to mess things up when Zoi would be helping her learn swordplay.

Besides… it was too selfish. Everyone was being so kind to her, chiefly Zoissette herself, checking up on her, she’d heard that much of her unconsciousness was overseen by the Elezen’s vigil, which was lovely to think about. To turn that kindness into awkwardness and discomfort… no, that wouldnt do. Besides, there was the gift to consider, and she had the perfect idea formulating in her mind.

She wasnt sure if it was possible, but that was the exciting part. And clearly, she needed a project to keep her from… distractions.

And so she got to work, first, a few tests of the theory, binding and aetherically charged word, technically the ink used to write the word to the quill. It was simple enough to pull off, not unlike charging a cartridge for a specific gunblade. It did nothing on its own other than ready two components for enchantments. That would be the tricky part.

Old Sharlayan was the best option for consultation concerning her theory. The practice used to conceal memories that was now public was where she got the idea, but rather than something as complex and a concept or idea, could it be used for objects with an aetheric link? That took some doing. Thankfully she had the Sons of Saint Coinach to turn to, colleagues that could sponsor her personal project, though it would prove immensely useful to all researchers should it prove successful. In this she managed to rope Linlia Lia and Fourtenbraugh, researchers and Nymean specialists who had read of a similar idea the scholors of yore employed.

The tests came in two parts of enchanted and aetherically linked objects. The first being and enchanted page within a tome, complex in that the magics needed to be individually linked from the first page to each subsequent page, a process taking the three of them the better part of a day and s half and two raids of the component shop for extra supplies.

The second was a little more complex. By charging a written word with aether on the enchanted page, and then binding that word together with a quill, and -then- using the quill to write on the subsequent pages, the initial aetheric charge woven into the initial word on the cover page would be linked to every word written.

The next step was to then write a second word on the enchanted cover page, and aetherically charging that word and again, the quill.

All of this work lead towards the application of Apple’s theory, if people could be made to forget a memory or a concept via enchantmemt, then, theoretically, an object could be made to forget a linked object.

And, with a bit of experimentation it was just so. By using the quill to draw out the aether signature of the first word written on the enchanted pages, all the words written on the subsequent pages of the tome would show clearly, and additional notes or words would be added with the same signature.

But if the quill drew on the aetheric properties of the second word written on the enchanted page, the subsequent pages in the tome would only show the ink used with the same signature of the second word. Which was nothing at the moment. A blank canvas to write on a new topic.

In this, one journal could become multiple journals. By creating a word on the first page, and creating a unique aetheric signature, one could use the quill to take that signature and write, only able to see ink sharing in that same signature

Completing the project took the better part of a week, but in the end she had what she deemed to be the perfect present she could think of for Zoissette. A modular journal for a multitude of topics in one bound book.

She was tempted to just leave the gift at her doorway, but the idea nagged at her. She wanted to give it to her personally, see her reaction. She wanted her to know how grateful she was, and how fond she was of her, just… maybe bot exactly -how- find she was.

And so, that is how she found herself in a lovely little green dress, nervously holding a wrapped package, waiting for its recipient to come down the main stairwell for the company holiday dinner.

Thankfully her nerves melted away as she excitedly explained the magically theory on her new invention.

Apple liked Zoissette… maybe not so unfortunately.

#apple silverberg #zoissette vauban #starlight celebration #ffxiv #summoner

[niraff14]

One is just seeking adventure and excitement, one just wants to do the right thing, one just wants this to be profitable for once, one has to file the paperwork dealing with the mess the other three create.

The world didn’t ask for them to be its saviors, but it’s let out a collective sigh because it can’t get rid of them.

@autumnslance @erickgage @driftward

#FF14 #Screenshot Edit #Erick Gage #Aeryn Striker #Yesuntei Kagon #Zoissette Vauban

[autumnslance]

(@driftward) And while I am at it, turnabout is fair play. YOUR choice of our OC blorbo combinations.

((BUT I DIDN'T EVEN REBLOG--OK. OK, fine, let's do this. I was going to try to write up a response to the cool one you did of Karasawa and Aeryn but then my needy cat woke up from a nap so you get this instead.))

Hungry hungry hungry always hungry.

She roved the halls and hunted through the rooms. Massive clawed feet left gouges in the wood and tile. Her breath was loud in the still and dark.

The halls seemed to stretch forever, the rooms endless black chambers but she didn’t need to see into them. Not when she could hear terrified shaky breathing, smell the stench of fear-sweat, taste nervous magicks.

There.

She bellowed, the walls rattling, the screams of fear a heady delight.

She was the apex predator, and her prey was near.

A cry of defiance only made her blood run hotter, as a tall broad figure in armor charged out of the darkness, sword blazing, shield up, bathed in a fairy’s glow.

She roared in response, charging forward, through halls that swelled like her lungs as the figure flew forward, shouting response. She reared onto her hind legs as they finally clashed. She met the challenger with fire called from above, with the weight of her front claws knocking aside the sword and shield, cracking the armor.

As she dipped her maw into the torn-open ribcage, she looked up into the elezen’s face, frozen in surprise—

—

—And woke with a squeal.

Violet jittered a frantic circle around the bed, but there was no broken elezen nearby. Everything was the proper size and shape, she was the proper size and shape, but the memory of hot blood and organs still filled her mouth, her own heart thudding in her ears.

Oretta was spending the night in the dragoon’s room again, leaving Violet alone and the big pink heart-shaped bed to herself, though now the pillows and stuffed animals were all knocked to the floor, the previously smooth covers rumpled.

That was a problem for Morning Violet.

Getting out of the room wasn’t terribly difficult, just annoying without actual thumbs or a miqo’te. Violet toddled down the halls and up the stairs and to the staticky cool light of the lab.

Zoissette was sitting at a desk, ignoring her own yawns as she worked. Violet heaved a sigh of relief and flumped at the elezen’s feet. All in one piece; that was good.

“Oh, hello Violet. I—oh is that the time—”

Violet whined and nuzzled harder against the woman’s legs.

Zoissette sighed. And then scritched in just the perfect spot between Violet’s horns. She had once tested to figure out the best scritching spot, and always remembered it once she found it. “All right; cuddle break it is, and then I think it’ll be time for both of us to go to bed.”

That was all right, Violet thought. She probably wouldn’t have the hungry dreams again, since that was all they were. Her elezen friend was here and giving her scritches. That was real, and all the little behemoth needed to know.

#final fantasy xiv #lyn writing #guildmates #dreams #violence #behemoth #Gage Acquisitions #Zoissette Vauban #Violet