#—windborne tales

[dkniade]

Fischl, Venti, and Oz talk about names, identity, and elements.

Note that it’s quite wordy due to Fischl’s speech pattern and Venti playing along. Oz simplifies the conversation into prose at the end.

I haven’t written Fischl in a long time. Last time was years ago, where I wrote a short conversation between Fischl and Venti on speech patterns. But Fischl’s blurring of reality and imagination/fantasy is fascinating.

Fischl: Ah, Master Venti! Windborne Bard and writer of countless ballads ancient, are thou in need of mine assistant?

Oz: Mein Fräulein means—

Venti: Not quite assistance, but I’m just curious, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort—

Fischl: Y-Yes?

Venti: Whence found thee the jewel of inspiration for thy holy title of darkness, O Prinzessin?

Fischl: Inspiration? I— Ahem…

Oz: Mein Fräulein—?

Fischl: I… Worry not, Oz. I shall thy curiosity satisfy, so… dedicated art thou.

Venti: Well then, thy tale this bard eagerly awaits.

Fischl: I am simply Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the Sovereign of Immernachtreich, the Princess of Condemnation hailing from the Land of Night Eternal! Destiny bids it so that I must within this world’s reality reside, separated from my homeland until time comes that I shall return whence I came. And, ahem… One must thank thee for lending one thine ears.

Venti: Of course, mein Fräulein~

Oz: You are truly impressive, Master Venti.

Venti: Hearing others’ stories… Such is the duty of a bard, Oz.

Fischl: But now that thou hast inquired the origin of my name! Pray tell… Divulge the origins of thine.

Venti: Hehe… ‘Tis of course after the winds.

Fischl: O-Oh? After Lord Barbatos himself, perhaps?

Venti: Mm… Lord Barbatos bears many names. I simply take inspiration from his… element of dominion, ehe~

Fischl: Wonderful! As do I for my Edelstein der Dunkelheit!

Venti: I see… Tell me, dear Fischl, why do you find comfort in the space between fiction and reality?

Oz: Master Venti…

Venti: Is this world not fantastical enough for the Prinzessin? Or is there a certain tale you’re not willing to divulge?

Fischl: …

Venti: Has little me finally halted the silver tongue?

Oz: …

Venti: I weave together tales as well, as you know.

Fischl: T-Then… Let us from within our hearts bear the unheard origins of our own tales.

Venti: Ehe, alright then!

OZ

I shall translate for you the conversation between Mein Fräulein and Master Venti. Mein Fräulein and Master Venti meet, and Master Venti calls her by her full title, asking her for the origin of her name, to which she is… quite surprised. But Mein Fräulein assures me she has no problem answering Master Venti’s question. She then divulges her heritage as the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the Sovereign of Immernachtreich, and thanks him for listening to her. Master Venti responds and I… compliment him. Then Mein Fräulein asks for the origin of Master Venti’s own name, to which he responds it’s the wind… Mein Fräulein asks out-of-character if he named himself after Lord Barbatos, and Master Venti insists that he simply takes inspiration from the Anemo element since Lord Barbatos has many names. Mein Fräulein replies that she also named her Vision after its element. Then, Master Venti, as you know, asks Mein Fräulein why she… finds “comfort in the space between fiction and reality”, and then asks if Teyvat is… not magical enough, if she… if she holds some secrets, and if he’s got her tongue-tied… And lastly… Master Venti states that he also tells stories. Mein Fräulein insists that they both keep their secrets, to which Master Venti agrees.

#dusk fan writing #dialogue #venti #fischl #oz #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #Genshin impact #Shakespearean #Genshin fic #fan fic

[ode-to-spring]

♡⋆.ೃ࿔* DANDELION INTO THE WIND YOU GO ~

wherein the windborne bard takes you on another one of his unplanned rendezvous . . .

ੈ♡˳ venti x reader ( romantic <3 ) ੈ♡˳ category :: fluff, fluff, and more fluff >:) ੈ♡˳ warnings :: usage of pet names (dove, dearest beloved) ੈ♡˳ a / n :: FIRST!! FIRST BLOG FIC!!!!!! if it wasn't obvious enough, this was based on "dandelions" by ruth b, though i played this wonderful cover on loop while i was writing this!

"okay, be honest, are we almost there? we've been walking for forever.."

"patience is a key virtue, dove. just wait a little longer! we're nearly there, bard's honor!"

venti's lighthearted voice tickled your ears as his hands covered your eyes, sneaking in giggles here and there. the boy seizing your vision leads you forward, leaving you having no choice but to follow him around like a lost puppy. honestly, each day with him was simply one ridiculous plan after another, it wasn't much of a shocker that the both of you wound wind up in another one of his antics again today. if only you were able to resist the bards pleading when he insisted you had to see the surprise he got for you...

"say, since we're taking so long anyway, why don't you give me a little spoiler on this oh-so-important surprise of yours?" you decided to ask, hoping the wait would seem shorter if venti entertained you with a conversation

"well now, if i told you it wouldn't be much of a surprise now wouldn't it?" by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was already pouting.

for someone who's seen many wonders of the world over his long life as the god of freedom, barbatos was quite fond of surprises. whether it was hiding little notes for you to find every day with little words of love at the most absurd of places, carrying a freshly picked bouquet of your favorite flowers after a long day as a gift, or sneaking a darling little kiss on your cheek before proceeding to sing a song for the city of mondstadt, venti's done it all and more. now that you thought about it, each and every little gift he gives you all had its own sentimental value to them, as well as memories to leave you dreaming for a while. he absolutely adored you, so he should at least own up to it! ...or so he says

your thoughts were soon interrupted by the one and only man of honor, as you could've heard his little chuckles of excitement from a mile away-- much less when he's right behind you.

"okay okay! my dearest beloved, prepare yourself for a sight to behold!"

and with none but a few words his slender fingers carefully inched away from your eyes, even leaving you having to blink a few times for the sudden brightness of sunlight to kick in. once it did, however, you were greeted with the most magnificent sea of flowers you've ever seen stretching out miles and miles infront of you. as far as the eye could see was nothing less than blossoming flora and the perfect near-sunset sky to compliment them perfectly, it was simply breathtaking.

"you must be wondering, 'where in the world could we be to find a place as magnificent as this one?'" the bard started, obviously amused at your reaction. "well, it's a funny story actually, involving the traveler running from some ghastly ruin guards, and us having to split up..."

the sight of venti rambling certainly wasn't rare, it was all too common in fact. as one affiliated with storytelling so deeply he never truly runs out of tales to tell, and it's not as if that voice of his is gonna run out anytime soon.

"thankfully, we did get away scot-free! a streak of luck if you ask me, but one to be celebrated nonetheless!"

venti neared the end of his story as you both walked through the flowers, hand in hand as the sun ever so slowly fell under the horizon. simple, precious moments like these are to be cherished, and just basking in each other's presence was more than enough. Likewise, only in times like these could you notice things such as how your hands fit perfectly when they were interlocked. it was a miniscule, unimportant detail if you compared it to the great scheme of things, but it gave a little warm feeling in your chest when you thought about it.

after taking a deep breath to make for his long speech, venti turned to you with the same joyous smile he's always had plastered on his face. "now, i hope you didn't think i'd drag you here with me just for you to listen to my ramblings!"

with the speed of nothing less than the winds he commands, he shifted his position to be right in front of you and with a courteous bow, held out his hand.

"would you be so kind as to join me for a dance?"

in all honesty, the bright smile lighting up his face was more than enough to convince you to accept his offer, and before you knew it one of your hands was intertwined with venti's, and the other rested on his shoulder.

"don't worry too much if you don't know how to dance, my talents lie not only in the art of song!" he told you, beginning his waltz.

and for a while, everything seemed still. as cliche as it may sound, it felt like nothing else mattered in those moments. as long as his gaze fell on you the way it did as the last golden rays of sun cascaded to enlighten your faces, everything was going to be fine.

if you could stop time right here and right now, preserving the indescribable feeling of bliss as you pranced around the sea of blossoms, you most certainly would.

#taps mic #hello take two #to the anon who pointed out i shouldnt post things that were previously privated post or else i wont show up in the tags YOURE A GODSEND TY #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin venti #genshin impact venti #venti the bard #venti x reader #venti x you #IT SHOULD WORK NOW RIGHT #`「❁」 flower.arrangements ❞ #`「❁」 arrangement.bouquets ❞

[suguwu]

in the face of the wind (thank you for doing these, btw. i've been on a poetry binge and, well, you're graciously providing an outlet for all the dope lines that have been lodged in my head <3)

haha you're welcome! thank you for sharing those lines with me, it's super fun!

let's see...in the face of the wind has to be a pirate!au. specifically pirate sukuna, the king of the pirates and the scourge of the seas, who makes land on your little island one hot summer's eve. who tears through the town, leaving blood to soak into the dirt, until he gets to your temple, where you are a disciple of the sea's wind. sukuna finds you spattered with blood, teeth bared as his men start to fill the room.

they say that having a windborne sea-child brings luck and favorable winds to any ship they're on. it's an old tale, but there's truth in many old myths. the wind rustles around your fierce little form, and sukuna grins.

he supposes he'll soon find out.

send me a title and i'll tell you what fic i would write for it

#🪴.ask #ask game #anon

[galeforged]

Embrace a Most Engaging Encore (Forwin in Fire Emblem Engage)

One can fit a surprising number of names under the all-encompassing mantle of a bard. Are they but simple musicians by trade, eager to entertain any passing soul willing to lend an ear? Do these poets simply aim to please with silly verses with no proper aim, or are they master storytellers, who not only know how to enthral, but also inform the masses? How many great deeds have they borne witness to as historians, and how many fantastical tales have they passed on as collectors?

Poetically known as the Emblem of Bards, the spirit of Emblem Forwin stood out from among his peers as a sterling example of his trade, with Elyos minstrels in the distant past having learnt the story of a bard well-travelled. Forwin Tyrell natively hails from Fódlan, the same land of origin as the Emblems of the Academy and of Rivals. Born as Wyndell von Gerth, the lutist stepped away from nobility and instead embraced the simpler life of a commoner, though he soon ended up under Garreg Mach Monastery as an Ashen Wolf student in Abyss.

When war came to the monastery, the battle saw Forwin falling through a hidden gate in the catacombs and emerging in Nohr, home to Corrin, the Emblem of Fates. He would further hone his talent as a court musician in the service of the kingdom’s royal family, up until the warring lands of Hoshido and Nohr joined arms against their true enemy. Along his long journey home, Forwin also ventured with Celica, the Emblem of Echoes, in her quest to reach Mila’s Temple and free Valentia of Duma’s influence. The bard would finally reach his homeland five years after he vanished, and see to peace returning in Fódlan after the end of the conflict between the Adrestian Empire and the Church of Seiros.

Should the Divine Dragon happen upon the Bracelet of the Wanderer in which Emblem Forwin’s spirit resides, he can be awakened from it with the invocation: “Play on, Emblem of Bards!” Those who don the Bracelet in battle can Engage with Emblem Forwin; when bestowed with his powers, they would also find notable stat boosts in Magic, Dexterity, and Luck.

To obtain the Bracelet of the Wanderer, the player must clear his Divine Paralogue: “The Windborne Songster.” Rumours of bandits raiding the tomb in which the Bracelet is kept have reached the Divine Dragon’s party. Upon hearing of this, the group promptly leaves for the islands south of Firene to investigate, lest they risk the Bracelet falling into the wrong hands and becoming lost forever. While Alear and company would arrive to find that those same bandits thankfully failed and perished, their foolish attempt at stealing the Bracelet nonetheless caused the tomb’s guardian golem to awaken...

The map for this Divine Paralogue replicates that of Chapter 4: Danger in the Dark, from the “Cindered Shadows” side story of Fire Emblem: Three Houses. The map’s theme, in turn, includes a new rendition of “The Shackled Wolves.”

Emblem Forwin’s Skills and Weapons: Bond Lv. 1

Engage Attack: Vigorous Song. Grants an adjacent ally Str/Mag/Def/Res+3 for one turn, and allows them to move again.

Engage Weapon: Wind Caller’s Genesis. A sacred wind tome wielded by Emblem Forwin. Restores 30% of unit’s HP after attacking. Effective: Flying.

Engage Skill: Curtain Call. Boosts Dex/Lck when HP falls below 50%.

Sync Skill: Wind Caller. 40% chance to slightly increase damage dealt by offensive magic. (Cannot inherit)

Inheritable Skill: MagicDexterity +2. Grants Mag/Dex+2.

Emblem Forwin’s Skills and Weapons: Bond Progression

Lv. 2: Magic/Dexterity +3. Grants Mag/Dex+3. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 3: Bowfaire 1. Grants Atk+1 when attacking with a bow. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 4: Influence. Increases range of magic by 1. Sync Skill (Can inherit).

Lv. 5: Skill Inheritance. Unit can inherit this Emblem’s skills. Unlock.

Lv. 6: Tome Prof. Proficiency with tomes. Required for promotion to certain classes. Unlock.

Lv. 7: Bowfaire 2. Grants Atk+2 when attacking with a bow. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 8: Bow Prof. Proficiency with bows. Required for promotion to certain classes. Unlock.

Lv. 10: Violin Bow. A musical bow wielded by Emblem Forwin. Increases adjacent allies’ dexterity for one turn after combat. Engage Weapon.

Lv. 10: Mystic Arrow. Adds (Magic)/3 to Strength when attacking with a bow. Sync Skill (Can inherit).

Lv. 11: Bowfaire 3. Grants Atk+3 when attacking with a bow. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 12: Wind Caller+. 40% chance to moderately increase damage dealt by offensive magic. Sync Skill (Cannot inherit).

Lv. 13: Magic/Dexterity +4. Grants Mag/Dex+4. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 14: Bowfaire 4. Grants Atk+4 when attacking with a bow. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 15: Wind Caller’s Gale. A mighty wind tome wielded by Emblem Forwin. Sends foe staggering back 2 spaces and limits their Mov. to 1 space. Effective: Flying.

Lv. 16: Mystic Arrow+. Adds (Magic)/2 to Strength when attacking with a bow. Sync Skill (Can inherit).

Lv. 17: Bowfaire 5. Grants Atk+5 when attacking with a bow. Inheritable Skill.

Lv. 18: Wind Caller++. 40% chance to greatly increase damage dealt by offensive magic. Sync Skill (Cannot inherit).

Lv. 19: Magic/Dexterity +5. Grants Mag/Dex+5. Inheritable Skill.

#{ embrace a most engaging encore 🎶 forwin — verse 🎶 } #{ requiem for who i once was 🎶 forwin — headcanon 🎶 } #{ ooc: ‘but jeff you don’t have engage yet’ shhhhh yes I know I’m impatient- } #{ i swear it’s the last time I’m preordering something online- } #{ cut for length for additional battle stats- } #{ i’d have picked ‘Bolting’ as his Lv. 15 Engage Weapon but uhhh… apparently it already exists in-game via the datamine } #{ so a mini saint macuil is what you get-! }

[dawn-of-worlds]

The Land of Rebirth

Two Messonir preachers, Kuneir and Tarki, lead the poor and downtrodden of southern Lekesh to a promised land; a lush and fertile valley amidst the Lesser Desert, not far as the crow flies from the city of Tlya.

Over the centuries since the Great Drying, the Messonir have been gradually migrating away from the Ajuna valley to surrounding regions. Despite the rebuilding of the Middle Ajuna in the aftermath of the deluge war, this trend has continued. Some have headed west along the coast to the land of Pensh, a landscape of savannahs and small fertile valleys north of the towering Brass Mountains. Many others have headed north, across the Strait to Lekesh, and settled in the region around Kalikassis, known as Liet.

Liet is not the most fertile of lands, and abuts on the Lesser Desert, which remains mostly untravelled – the human lands are all to the north, and much easier to access by boat. A bad harvest in Liet will see many Messonir of the region starve or be forced from necessity to take whatever work they can on the many ships that pass through the Strait towards Incarien. The folk of Liet still value learning, as all Messonir do, but spread out as they are they cannot maintain the many great libraries of the Ajuna valley; instead Kalikassis and a few other major towns hoard knowledge eagerly, and the wealthy merchants of those towns and cities view it as a possession common to them and their peers, and not the Messonir as a whole.

The Messonir still travel as Windborne – though often not as far as their forbears did, as the world is both more full and more full of peril than in centuries past – but what they learn is often not recorded, or passed on only as tales to family and friends.

In the early years of the Fourth Age, an itinerant preacher by the name of Kuneir wanders between the villages of eastern Liet, preaching the doctrines of Astatism. She travels from settlement to settlement teaching children, giving sermons on respecting Tepponilamek and Parsh and living a good life, and picking up any odd jobs she can to keep herself alive. Several times larger towns suggest that she stay and settle down, because she is both wise beyond her relative youth and a charismatic speaker. Yet she refuses each offer; she is troubled by dreams of cold and light and emptiness, and is sure that she is meant for something more. She knows there is something she needs to find, some answer to the suffering and violence and poverty around her.

She is about to leave another small town when she hears feet behind her. Turning, she sees a Messonir hurrying on the gangly feet of one newly fledged towards her. He introduces himself as Tarki, and asks to be her disciple. She laughs in his face, and says she has no great wisdom or revelation to teach; she merely says what many others wiser than her have said before, but tries to be the one to get through to people.

Tarki says that is why he wishes to follow her.

Grumbling, she gives him the chance to explain himself. As they walk out of town, Tarki describes all he saw of the world as a Windborne, but also claims that he lacks the context for all of it. He heard Kuneir preach while still a Windborne, and rose up onto his legs as he considered her words. He believes that she can help him find the answers that he seeks about the great questions. Humbled by such faith, Kuneir cannot help but let him aid her.

The two travel together for three years, Tarki learning from Kuneir and she from him in turn. As they grow closer as teacher and student, Tarki too has disquieting dreams. In their travels, they find no great truth or answer, but grow gradually despondent and angry at the poverty of Liet and the news of wars in the wider world.

Then one night, they both Dream. Their Dream carries them to the deepest halls of the Reflecting Gallery, the Halls that twist and writhe like the arteries of a giant, the Halls that echo with words not yet spoken, the Halls that shine with light so cold it burns, the Halls that stretch on and on, extending for ever and ever and ever ever ever, spiralling down into an infinity of words and an eternity standing before a frozen monolith that knows all things.

When they wake, they remember things that neither of them have ever seen. They remember drinking blood as Dzadek warriors, and labouring as Tiktik workers. They remember what it is to prepare the perfect poison, or twist the mind of a foe into knots. They remember victories and defeats, lives of joy and sorrow, deaths heroic and pathetic.

They also remember the voice of Tepponilamek, echoing down the Hallways of his body, filling them from the bones outward.

There is no answer. There is merely living. But there are always better ways to live.

They remember flying over the Lesser Desert to the north, and seeing a ribbon of blue and green running through it. And the two know what they need to do.

The next time they preach, they do not speak of the small lives of the listeners, and how to live well and morally within them. They speak of a promised land to the north, a second Ajuna to inhabit, a land where they can be Messonir as Tepponilamek made them. Their following builds and builds, the elites of the region embroiled in their petty conflicts or unwilling to risk the ire of the growing crowds or sure that the movement will fizzle out.

It doesn’t, and three years to the day after they Dreamed, Kuneir and Tarki lead one fifth of the folk of Liet northwards, across the desert, into a green valley with a wide river, deep and heavy with silt, running through it. Kuneir names the river the Utlani, the River of Rebirth, and the grateful people call themselves the Utlankani, the Reborn. Tarki marks out a city, based on those he saw whilst a Windborne, and soon the city of Rokorniss grows on the banks of the Utlani as the Reborn spread along the river. They plow the fields, build homes, gather to share the knowledge that they learned long ago as Windborne, and buoyed by their joy at having a land for their own bring forth many new Windborne into the world.

#world 02547 diegesis

[macaron-tea-party]

I found an anti-fracking song

So the algorithm gods blessed me with this Quebec anti-fracking song based on the tale of the farmer who made a deal with the devil in my choral genre radio. It was a cover of a French song by the band Le Vent Du Nord. Originally released in 2012.

Here’s the version I heard that got me digging.

#music finds #music #music covers #fracking #anti-fracking #anti fracking #clean water #the farmer and the devil #Spotify #clean water matters #environment #folk songs #protest songs #Youtube

[fontaineclafoutis]

Breeze Amidst the Forest: Vol. 1

–Ballad Selection Excerpt–

“Breeze Amidst the Forest” and “Breeze Upon the Lake” constitute a two-volume collection of narrative poems. The compilation is the result of the tireless work of scholars who have recorded and arranged countless songs sung by Mondstadt bards.

Bards often elaborate upon or fabricate history to draw in an audience and earn a few extra Mora. Hence, most of their works have extremely low credibility. What has allowed the songs to remain popular to this day, and to stand the test of the thousand winds of time, is the threads of spectacular imagination and ingenious rhetoric that have been woven into them.

…

“What is to be sung hails from ancient times.”

“The gods walked among us in their prime.”

The poet, who had finished recounting the tales of the ruins and Vennessa, began to tell the story of the Wind Dragon. He began to sing, “The story to be told hails from ancient times, when the gods walked among us in their prime.” 

The dragon graced by Anemo was born* in the high heavens in that age of wonders. He slowly descended, and inspected everything with curious eyes. 

He landed in a village, but the terrified villagers threw rocks at him. The dragon could not understand why they cried out in fear. 

He landed in a cemetery, and only heard the lament of grieving people. The dragon could not understand what they murmured in their sorrow. 

He landed in an orchard, but was cursed by the furious farmers who lost their trees. The dragon could not understand why they screamed in anger. 

The world was too complicated for a young dragon. The dragon was bewildered, yet he did not give up. 

One day, the dragon heard music pouring out from the Holy Lyre der Himmel. This was the name of the lyre belonging to the Anemo Archon. Enchanted by the poetry, the Wind Dragon landed beside the best singer under the skies. 

People panicked, for the mighty elemental dragons and the great archons that reigned over the earth had never seen eye to eye.

“Behold his beauty and benignity!” The Windborne Bard sang.

“But we do not know him,” the people replied.

What mysterious magic lies behind music and poetry that has the power to mesmerize both dragons and humans alike? I, for one, cannot fathom it. The dragon decided to stay with the bard, for he too wished to be understood by all souls. He learned human speech and the Windborne Bard’s singing techniques.

…omitted… 

Later generations regarded him as one of the Four Winds that watched over and protected Mondstadt.

“An atrous sun befell its kingdom and a luminous pearl lost its glow.”

“Niveous silk grew dim and wheaten gold burned brilliantly no more.”

So begins another tale that occurred in the lost Khaenri’ah Kingdom. 

The Eclipse Dynasty had fallen, and disaster spread across the land. The alchemist known as Gold was corrupted by their own greed and ambition, and created an army of shadowy monsters with their uncanny powers. Durin, a black serpentine dragon, rose from the sea to cast its shadow over Mondstadt. But it was at this very moment that there was no one to inherit the title of Lionfang Knight, thus, the Knights of Favonius could not fly their falcon flag.

The persistent yet despondent prayers called upon the archon of Mondstadt, the Windborne Bard. The strings of the lyre were strummed once more, and the Wind Dragon was summoned forth.

As Mondstadt’s last line of defense, the Wind Dragon battled the wicked dragon to the death in the raging storms.

The Wind Dragon prevailed. He tore open the throat of the wicked dragon, at the cost of ingesting its poisonous blood. The blood of the wicked dragon was distorted gold, with the powers to crumble mountains and poison the earth.

The Wind Dragon protected Mondstadt with his life, and his only wish was to be understood by humans. And so, he drifted off into a deep slumber.

The Holy Lyre played a sorrowful tune.

The Holy Lyre sang: should you awaken, spread your wings and live your life freely! A dragon is born to soar the skies, and mortals shall surely grasp you beauty…

(*Typically, when life arises from the elements, it either descends and becomes a slime, or ascends and becomes a crystalfly. Rarely does this process give rise to dangerous elemental monsters. Elemental dragons are rarely seen and have the powers to match the gods of old.)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin archives #breeze amidst the forest

[aimixx]

if you dont relate to kaeya in this moment then you’re lying to yourself

#—traveler stories #—windborne tales #genshin impact

[buoyantbreeze]

tag dump dont look at me dont even look

#ooc; out of cider #v; windborne bard #self; i'll play you another tune #morax; old block head #lumine; traveler's tales #aether; traveler's tales #thats all i got chief my heads empty rn

[crayolacupid]

— 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

— inspired by: @myuni-moon , @nicebonescomrade , @streimiv​ !

— see now, shining star ; for how dearly do your devotees love you so ?

long before the handles of time began to sway and dance, when teyvat’s name alone was as faint as a whisper ; you were born. 

born from a blank page, a script unwritten; left to be decided by the captain alone, you steer the course of fate that of which beholds your very own soul. 

you have always been there to bear witness to the glorious birth of fables and myths ;  wandering the stars, always so alone, you march onward into the unknown with a heart so full of love.

the seas sing your name, as do the skies weep and shine tears of unbridled love and joy with each and every breath you take, the land humming hymns with each step forward. the world loves you dearly ; it treasures you so. 

beloved, beloved ; oh, most beloved !

you have created nothing and everything  — you are nothing, and yet, you are everything and more. though you may not have built every stick and stone, nor woven winds and ran rivers through their course to build this world all on your lonesome ; you are that which breathes life into things anew with the seed that blossoms within your chest and call love. 

a gallant gaze brimming with childlike curiosity, cries mixed with frustration and happiness all at once, the cradle of teyvat sways to your every step.

for their god loves them, dearly so ; to drink in each and every inch and crevice of this world from the smallest pebble to the wildest of waves, you embrace it all.

a child borne from the stars, you shine like a beacon across the ever-blackened night ; spreading your radiance to the ends of the earth.

you, who have inherited these lands from a world unknown, are loved most dearly in return. littlest god, heart of the heavens, the most fairest of them all —  with such a blinding radiance woven from love and love and love, how may the world be blessed by yours truly today ?

in merry-making mondstadt does the bell toll ; a city of carefree children who sing of all the beauties there is in being free, adorned with lush hills and a spring in each and every child’s step as dandelions dance through the air.

oh, how they dance ! oh, how they sing ! the children of the wind are ever so gracious for the lives they lead. behold the bards as they tailor tales to trail after your grace, your love lighting the way to a smile on everyone’s face. raise a toast to the gods, for mondstadt to reign king with wine as sweet and intoxicating as your very name !

lo, there goes the knights of favonius ! marching onward in their pristine white armor with a hand over their heart, reaching the beck and call of all who call the land of freedom their home. for it is you, who have planted and spread love in each and everyone’s hearts, that they remember to swing their blades for in this day and age.

may the church remember who to thank ; singing to the stars as do the bards in this land of liberty, lavishing your name with the sweetest of songs riding atop their lips. 

listen close and lend an ear ; hear now, of a windborne bard who weaves a wave of hymns that shoots straight through the heart, guided by the sway of the cecilias as they run along the precious plains that dot starsnatch cliff. 

sunsettias and apples as sweet as ambrosia ; the dance of dandelion seeds and calla lilies as they ride on the wind ; windwheel asters spin around and around again in adoration of the windblumes that sprouted atop these lands for you.

the children of mondstadt, wild and free as the wind, laugh and cry and sing all the same ; for loving you is as easy as breathing, you see. 

cast your eyes to the diligent souls that rest within liyue, bound to you from the moment they took their first breath and down to the very last ; for all of the trials and tribulations that they endure, they do so for you. 

just as the children of these lands tie themselves to their promises between one another, so too are these lands tied to you ; for the mountains stand tall as do the waves dance along the harbor, the jewels that hide within the ground shining like stars in remembrance of your radiance.

noctilucous jade and cor lapis ; qingxin and silk flowers ; the fragrance of violetgrass and the sounds of the sea straight from a starconch ; it is the littlest of things that bring joy to all in hope of winning your heart.

may fortune come to all who receive your blessing, to receive your love that is sweeter than honey alongside your gaze that rings louder in one’s heart than the sound of gold flowing from the earth. 

let the scales tip in one’s favor when the luck you bring can challenge even that of the tides of fate ; for the world rides on your whims, dancing to the sway of your fingertips.

home is where the heart is, and that is where you reside ; for in every nook and cranny, each and every crevice that serves as a shelter, wherever warmth is felt and love stays a little while longer —  that is where you belong. 

pressing a kiss to the glaze lilies that blossom along these lands, a man who loves the earth and is loved in return presses his golden gaze towards your visage ; in remembrance for all that he has loved and lost, here within these lands, he honors you.

inside the islands of inazuma, where the sea kisses the sand as the skies embrace the lands below them, peace can be found through the presence of your name alone ; for eternal happiness can be found through the sweetest of stars who soars through the never-ending night.

a shrine for your sake, castles to capture your gaze ; cherry blossoms bloom for you, petals shaped like a cherub’s lips dancing across the land. watch as even the rain falls from the skies to land down to teyvat, to kiss the lands that you love so. hear now, as the thunder rolls like the drums that ring through the festivals that these children hoist in honor of your name, adoring the world that you have built into a home.

amakumo fruit and crystal marrow ; sakura bloom and sango pearls ; treated so tenderly by the skies and seas, may these treasures trace their way back to you.

waves of wisteria swirl all around, sinking into the sea of silk that sits atop her skin ; eyes made of lilac pointed towards the heavens, where the stars shine for your sake. the maiden made of memories woven from a long line of terrible tragedies and sweet sorrows raises her blade  — for you, she will slay anything that brings harm to your ways.

the bell rings, as clear as the light that shines to pierce through the darkest of clouds on a rainy day. the skies which wept endlessly for you, embrace the warmth of a sun that shines as bright as you.

long has she watched over these lands, from one plane to another as she molds herself into another being born anew ; again and again, like a flower, she blooms into a woman who can stand closer to you.  

here, within this plane of euthymia, she finds solace through the thought of you alone ; for no matter how many wars are waged, lives lost  — she endures, all for you. with one more step towards the future, with all the time in the world at her beck and call.

for eternity is nothing but a blessing if it is a life spent loving you.

#writings #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader

[acid-ixx]

they adore your name, the padded layers of Celestia kneel by your recognition.

inspired by @raidengaile.

⠀[[ ☆ ZHONGLI ↻ Vago Mundo ]]

He's sealed your name with his lips through a contract, perpetually binding his soul to solely abide for you.

— shrines of blunt commitment. there's this Godly accent he'd often utilize in terms of your name; like a prophecy. he'd particularly never say your name in vain and when he does (due in times where... he can't prevent his rage towards certain pests), he's hoping that you're relishing in his efforts, faith, and commitment, and to forgive him of whatever disrespect you received from the acolytes- as he'd chastise them for their sins. reciting it with precaution and seizing his time with pronouncing every syllable proficiently. at times, when he's alone, in a shrine for you, he has knelt with reverie and often prays, your name flows smoothly off his tongue, in a silent duel of surging your name through his senses yet honoring it by ensuring every letter sounded superior. by default, it's all he ever bothers to think about sometimes, your name shan't be disdained, lest those unfortunate be crumbled by mountainous fury.

⠀

⠀[[ ☆ VENTI ↻ Windborne Bard ]]

His throat would bleed, shall your melodies never perish. As for songs to travel like pollen, requires an individual to wistfully craft it,

— echoing choirs of plains. often having your name in a chant, it swims with the draft of venturing winds. in hopes of carrying your name to a far expanse of land, to Liyue, to Inazuma, 'til it reaches every creak and burrows. a hymn that fitted with his tales of your prosperity when establishing Teyvat to what its presence is now. never a time where he solemnly echoed your name, nor a moment with angered profanities and exclamations, never shall he degrade you. exerts diligence in every verse, whilst refining future sentiments of you. may it be exaggerated as he pleases, rather he preferred that, (as well as believe all the tales he sung of you) than supposedly weaving without effort nor regards towards your honor. all those who inhabit Mondstadt by now memorize his symphonies of their Divine God, hosting festivities, that's where he truly spreads an evident connotation of someone so utterly Divine.

⠀

⠀[[ ☆ RAIDEN EI ↻ Plane of Euthymia ]]

Your name is limitless. An infinite waterfall that drowns sinful corpses. And I am your eternal devoter, I'd be the weapon who struck your foes.

— barren domains of Celestial sanctuary. to those who knew of her has cowered in fear of divine punishment. and the punishments she meant, were brutal, truly coercing by her devotion. identical to Zhongli in terms of how she honors your name, but different in the aspects of what those who dare sully your name receive. in Inazuma, once a pesky mortal offends Her Excellency's title, shall they be offered a reservation for termination. they're well informed, she hasn't spared a single soul, for her view of eternity is you. thunder strikes mercilessly, but you're the luster of gold she ought to preserve, likewise with your name. frankly stating it even induces shivers and a teeter to her pose. she alleviates her burden by praying to you, hopefully, her people were as devoted, otherwise confronting the aftermath.

#self aware genshin #yandere venti #yandere baal #yandere zhongli #yandere raiden shogun #yandere ei #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin self aware #help i lost motivation so my writing is kinda bad #idek anymore lol

[nemeseos-noctua]

hello!¡ idk if you guys have wrote for angst but i’ll req one since the reqs are open,, can i req for xiao, zhongli and venti where their [mortal] s/o slowly dies on their arms. yk since they’re basically immortal and how they’d react to losing another loved one. ty!

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, zhongli, venti (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: venti and zhongli story spoilers, not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: the way i teared UP while writing venti’s (also i love this request. i spent like 40 minutes writing it during a class but AGHH I LOVE THE FREEDOM I HAD WHILE WRITING IT)

a part of him hates himself for loving you

he knew. he knew you were but a mortal, a fleeting love and a fleeting life. and yet, he lowered his guard. he let himself love, he let himself feel joy and bask in your warmth that the lingering thought of ‘temporary’ left his veins

but holding you like this—in his arms, in his cold cold arms that already missed your missing warmth, his bloodied gloves and sunny irises:

he hates you. he hates you for loving him. he hates himself for loving you. he should’ve never subjected himself to this pain—

but he’ll never stop loving the memories of you

“Sorry, Xiao,” You smiled weakly, chest heaving with restrained coughs as the Yaksha winced, cradling you in his arms as the moon began to rise.

“Don’t speak. Conserve your energy,” The Adeptus disregarded your words, his heart pounding against his chest with a pain so unfamiliar, a pain of heartache he wish he never experienced.

Maybe, if he had rejected you that fateful night—he’d feel this pain still. He’d feel it, just, earlier.

Would it be worth it? To sacrifice your memories, your love— for an easier farewell. Maybe, if he had never fallen in love with you, maybe, if you had just stayed in your mortal life and never seeked him out—maybe it would be you who was crying on his behalf.

Gazing down at you, Xiao’s grip on the fabrics of your shirt tightened. You had changed since he first met you—wrinkles adorned your face, [e/c] eyes drooping and your bones were stiffer and more fragile than his ever was.

And yet, he loved you like the first time he met you—though he’d never admit it, appearance never really mattered to him anyways. Though he held a youthful visual, he knew that if his true age was put into a look... it’d be nothing more than skin and bones.

“I love you, Xiao.”

“Don’t.”

Don’t. Don’t make him love you even more, don’t make him miss you before you had even left.

Don’t. Don’t leave him—don’t leave him stranded again, destined to fight against demons and protect Liyue even after its archon’s passing. 

Don’t, don’t make him cry uncharacteristic tears. Don’t make him long for a love that was gone.

xiao would put you to rest once the beat of your heart comes to a stop

he is painfully familiar with the traditions of a passing. he is familiar with the way he’d set someone down into the earth. he is familiar with the soil and the rain and the moon and the stars

he—adeptus xiao—was familiar with death. in fact, he dealed in it

this is most likely xiao’s first time watching someone die from old age

or—someone he loves

he is used to the realm of immortals, he is used to watching them be murdered or sabotaged. but never has he seen old age take someone

and he wished to never see it again.

xiao would close his heart from the world—if it wasn’t closed already, it’d be barricaded by twice the amount. thorns used to block the outside world would stab his own heart, and xiao would only know grief for a period of time

he’d find himself coming back to your final resting place, he’d find himself planting glaze lilies and flowers at your grave as he mourns a lost love

he—still hates you. he hates the love you gave him and the love you shared... but now it doesn’t hurt so much anymore

your death would only prompt him to become stronger. to become colder, to hate the world even more than he already does

zhongli would sometimes visit xiao, and even he is pained by your death. the world—it twisted and turned, it moved and wove tales with the strings of fate...

but never before has xiao wished he was mortal. if he were mortal, he could pass peacefully. if he were mortal, he could meet you again

mortals.

xiao hates mortals.

he hates them because being mortal was what took you away from him

the touch of death has numbed to zhongli

he has experienced it far too much, but watching you fade in his arms was probably the worst yet most bittersweet way to go

on one hand, zhongli is relieved. he is relieved that you passed peacefully, he is relieved that you left without any pain

yet on the other hand, he is heartbroken. he is broken to watch yet another loved one go, he is broken to have to arrange the casket that you will sleep eternally in

zhongli is grateful. he is grateful to ever meet you, he is grateful to have the honor of putting a ring on your finger and being able to lock your lips with his. he is grateful for so many things and yet he still wants more

he wishes to hold you until time itself fades, he wishes to experience the present with you instead of dwelling on the past that you so regrettably will become apart of

he, zhongli, consultant of wangsheng’s funeral parlor—wished for time. a time he so selfishly held as an immortal.

“The glaze lilies are beautiful today, are they not?” Zhongli hummed, sipping on some tea as he gazed fondly out of the window. His warm coat did nothing to prevent the cold of his side, the lack of your voice or the missing light from your eyes.

Everyday was the same. Everyday was him sitting—alone—in the funeral parlor, the pungent smell of death and cremations flooding his senses as all he could do was watch. Watch the world go by, watch his friends and loved ones die one by one as he was subjected to an eternal dance of loss.

Though, Zhongli knows that you will never truly die as long as you are in his heart. He remembers your smile, your laughs, your growing pains and complaints, your eventual wisdom and hearty laugh that you shared with him moments before your time.

He remembers so much, he loves so much, he loves you and who you were, he loves you and all of you.

“I must admit, I miss you terribly,” The consultant’s voice softened, his fingers setting the tea in his hands down as a lump formed in his throat.

“Yet I would never regret loving you.”

zhongli would stay painfully normal

he does not want your death to hinder him—he knows you would not want that. so he lives life, he carries on—but your memory never leaves

your stories and triumphs will be the topic for one of his best stories. and that otherworldly traveler... he hopes they carry on your legacy with each and every world they visit

and he hopes you... you and your beautiful smiles, you and your love and your kindness and your ambitions—

he hopes you are resting peacefully in the flowers he prepared for you

venti would strum you your favorite tunes as you pass

a bittersweet smile paints his face as your back rests against his chest, frail and weak coughs leaving your system as you heave for a single breath

do you remember? do you remember the way the two of you used to climb the tree at windrise? do you remember how you’d drag him from the late diluc’s tavern? do you remember how you’d stay up late at night listening to his songs and mindless chatter?

he remembers. he remembers watching you grow, he remembers standing beside you as you ran for your dreams. he remembered gliding with you aboard the strange island of time you insisted on exploring

“I love you, so so so so so much, [Y/N]...” Venti would muster, wiping his tears as you couldn’t even turn around to gaze at him. To gaze at his youthful form and unchanging appearance, to gaze into those azure eyes you had fallen for and his scheming tactics. 

Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, Venti took one deep breath. He loved the way you smelled, how it seemed like you rolled in a field of sweet flowers (though he knew your stiff bones would never allow such a thing), how you used to play along with his schemes when you were younger.

Venti loves you, and all of you. He loved you when you were a young adult, he loved you when you were middle-aged, he loved you when you were an elder.

He love love love love loves you, so much so that it seemed to overpower the pain.

He knew your time was up, he knew his time with you was gone, but he persists on with your memory.

mondstadt has surely changed ever since your passing

venti finds himself waddling into angel’s share twice a day, even if he can’t afford it. he finds himself on the receiving end of pitied gazes and free drinks (for no reason, though everyone knows the reason). he finds the way klee is no longer a child and the way the honorary knight never visits mondstadt anymore quite jarring

he finds himself—lost. he has lost so many, watched so many go, held so many fallen friends in his hands that he can no longer count

though, he misses you. a lot, actually. when klee is busy being an adult and bombing abyss mages instead of fish, venti finds himself weaving tunes of your valor and honor at the statue of—himself

he finds himself longing for you, loving you as if you were still by his side. he sings and sings, strumming his lyre so much that he hopes you can hear them from the heavens

and after—after he has made his and your mark on the newer generation, venti, the windborne bard, falls into a slumber

he sleeps. he sleeps in celestia in hopes of dreaming a dream with you. he sleeps in hope of finding you in a neverland so beautiful

he hopes that one day when he descends once more amongst his people—he hopes you will be there. just like the first time he met you.

— constellations!

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[tartagliaxx]

Hiii I would like to ask Venti + Sunflower too!

Again, have a blast birthday! ^^

“ VENTI + SUNFLOWER ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: venti/reader (platonic)

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: sunflower | positivity, admiration, strength, lasting happiness

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: spoilers on venti's backstory

it was a cold night and cold nights had become synonymous with lonely nights during the time you've found yourself acquainted with the windborne bard.

the city he loved so dearly was empty with the night being in its full glory. even the typically rambunctious taverns were closed tonight, you mused as you passed by angel's share on your way to the one place you knew you'll find him at. stopping right by the stairs, you bit back a groan at the sudden settling of exhaustion on your body. it was always this walk that proved to be the most tiresome part of the new routine you found yourself stuck in.

"he better treat me to something good after this."

the wind bit your exposed skin harder than it would've on any other day. you wondered if it was his doing or if it was the natural course of the year-end beginning. before you could finish your thought, your feet had already led you to the bottom of his statue, or was it his friend's? either way, you arrived and he was there, just as you expected him to be.

"a little help?" venti averted his gaze from the stars to you, immediately beaming in response.

"right on time, my friend! i was starting to crave some cider— wait," he furrowed his brows, voice slightly turning into panic as he leaned closer to the edge, "you did bring one, right?"

"yes, i did. now hurry up! the longer you keep me waiting down here, the less—"

"woah! no need to go that far!" and without another blink, a wind current lifted you right into his arms as he carefully helped you settle by his side. "now, as promised?"

rolling your eyes, you handed him the bottle in your hand much to his excited squeal. "you're going to choke—!"

"quell your worries for you are looking at the greatest drinking bard mondstadt has ever seen!"

"i find it quite troubling that you're so proud of that... title."

merely laughing, venti handed you the bottle back, "every title is worth celebrating with a song. for example, you have become my official wine carrier so it's only right for me to compose a song to honor your valiant resolve."

"oh? and what kind of song is that?"

"let's see," mindlessly plucking his lyre, the sweet notes produced slowly filled the previously empty air making it feel a little less lonely. "how does a tale of two loyal friends sound?"

you didn't respond, choosing to close your eyes and listen to the sound of his gentle humming. a tale of two friends — a lonely god who sang of all the world's treasures despite having none himself and a passerby who had a ring of sunflowers on the crown of their head. two who danced to the tune of rain hitting earth and jumped from puddle to puddle when it finally stops — just a pair trying to make each day feel a little better than it would've been if they were alone.

strumming the final note, venti sighed as he moved his eyes to rest on your relaxed form. "can i ask you an odd question, dear friend?"

"oddity is nice. go on."

"why do you come here at night?"

"why do i—" you frowned, giving him a confused glance. "because of you, silly!"

"well, of course, i know that but why?"

humming in thought, you leaned back, the cool of the marble statue hitting your back in a sudden click. meeting with venti for your midnight escapades has always felt natural — like a non-conventional lullaby that helps you sleep through the night. just you and him talking and singing and laughing against the contrasting quiet of the night. that was comfort even if you did know better.

"it feels wrong not to. it doesn't sit right with me to sleep in my bed knowing that you're up here alone. i think it's a little unfair that some people are destined to be lonely and i don't know. i just want to be there because no one deserves to be alone in this world."

"a fine answer, indeed!" you huffed, choosing to ignore the tremble in his voice for his sake. "spoken like a true friend. thank you."

"hey, venti."

"hm? what is it?"

"can i tell you one more thing?"

"of course! what might that be?"

groaning, you stood back up, crossing your legs as you urged venti to turn towards you. meanwhile, aqua green eyes stared at you curiously — unblinking — even more so when you took his soft, pretty hands into yours.

"loads of people below us pray to you with utmost reverence and devotion but i don't think many of them say 'i appreciate you' so i'm doing it now. i appreciate you and all your efforts to look after this city even when you're dubbed as an 'absentee archon'. i admire your constant positivity even if sometimes it's a little bit strained and i think you're incredibly strong for standing here today and surviving so many long years alone but now, now you aren't and if you need me, i'll be there. you can rest easy now."

grinning at him, you gently wiped away the tears that subconsciously fell from his eyes. "shh... it's alright now."

giving your hands a small squeeze, he briefly lets them go to wrap his arms around you. to spare his pride maybe or simply to feel the comfort brought by companionship. either way, venti hugged you tightly as if the wind would blow you away from him the moment he lets go.

"thank you. thank you so much."

"you're welcome," tugging the small sunflower pin on your clothes off, you pulled back from his embrace despite his initial reluctance. "here. a little reminder."

you pinned the sunflower right below the cecilia on his hat. "from tonight onwards, i'll only wish for one thing from barbatos and that is for him to finally find happiness for the rest of his days."

"it—" sniffling, venti returned your smile, eyes wildly flickering from feature to feature as if trying to remember this moment as vividly as he could. "it'd make me a bad god if i don't listen to the prayers of my people, right?"

laughing in amusement, you squeezed his cheeks affectionately. "i suppose you could say that."

"if that's the case, i'll hear and answer yours but as they say, you can't entrust everything to a god. you have to do some work too so i ask that you stay by my side until you see your prayer coming true."

━━ ☆ NOTES: hello!! thank you for your greeting and i hope you liked it! view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

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[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

What An Angel Looks Like

With golden wings and silvery voices,

And vain of time and responsibilities

Is what we think an angel to be.

A windborne wonder of beauty and elegance,

One with an innate wit and virtue

Is what we portray an angel to be.

Little do we know that an angel

Is of scars and disgrace.

A monster hidden beneath the skin of a shy dame.

One who salvages humans and sings for the Gods,

With shame as past and hell as future.

An angel is one of bravery, sin, folly and ignominy,

And not of sunshine, lyres, tiaras and fairness.

A creature punished for bearing years of pain;

One who succours all its life, never to be redeemed.

An angel is of rage and fury,

One who is incandescent and vengeful.

A fearless, noble warrior who fights for love and dies in glory.

An angel is one with tales of war and peace.

Or heartbreak and harmony.

An angel may be marred or blemished,

For it is more divine than all.

~Cole E. Whittaker

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[hanahaki-neko]

Across Millenia | Venti x Reader

He never once forget about her. Even after so long. But Venti never expected to meet her again,after all this time

note : reincarnation AU. again this is a work from wattpad but i hope y’all enjoy it. this is from my early days so excuse me if the fic is bad lmao

Windwheel aster. That was her favourite flower. Even as a little wind spirit he'd keep a breeze blowing through the field to ensure that they don't wilt. Sure he was just a tiny insignificant being in the world with little to no power over the whirlwind surrounding the city,but at least he made sure the flowers where she would often go was always there to greet her.

Y/N and the bard would make their way through the city. She would smile in delight whenever she sees the little windwheel asters. True that they only grow in places that has gentle breeze. One without or one with too much fierce would kill them. The girl and a few others that had one of these flora on their windows or balcony never really did realize that the tiny spirit was the one who made sure they're still alive.

He cared about both of them so much. They had grown so close and even spend almost every hour together. Talking about the most trivial of things and doing everything together

"You two are just like twins." She laughed when he tried to shift and look like the bard.

"Well maybe he can sing with me by the tavern sometime in the future."

He loved her. He loved her so much. He didn't care if a little wind spirit and a human can't be together,or did he know if this was okay. But he never really had the guts to tell her properly. The bard knew of his feelings and was completely on board. He'd go to where she'd usually be and spend time together,sometime leaving him be with her while he went to get some drinks. He loved the bard for his supportive nature and he loved Y/N for her kind and gentle soul.

Watching the windwheel aster spins gently,and watch the dandelions scatter around when blown. "They're just like you when you float around." Said the girl,and he giggles in response. He loved the look of peace and serenity in the comfort of those flowers,despite the tyrant's rule.

Whatever would made her happy,he would do. Bringing cookies when she's feeling peckish,to visiting her during sleepless nights and keep her company. Comforting her when she feels sad. He would make sure that she keeps smiling everyday.

He would watch over both the bard and Y/N to ensure their safety. He would also support their decision and wishes. So when the bard voiced his objection against the tyrant's control over the city and seeing the girl also agreed,this little wind spirit too decided to join the rebellion. Rallying up the citizens to overthrow the tyrant,the chaos that came over,it was pretty overwhelming.

He did his best with his powers to assist them. Many bloods were drawn,many lives lost. They were separated as he went with the bard. Swords clashed and screams of pain an agony echoed throughout. But for freedom, nothing is too much of a price.

Is it?

He watched in horror,as the arrow pierced his chest. The bard fell to the ground with a thud as others rushed to his aid. The tower crumbled down as the tyrant is no more,but in the fight to obtain freedom, the bard had lost his life. Just as he thought this couldn't get any worse,the little spirit noticed that the girl was nowhere to be seen. He flutter around in panic,already crying his tiny heart out. And it just shatter into a million pieces when he saw her underneath the rubbles of the building. He cried and pleaded for others to save her. But no one could as the damage had been done. Cuts from swords and a stab wound by the spear was the end of her.

"No,no,no,this can't be happening!' He knew he should've told her to stay out of the fight. She shouldn't have grabbed that sword and fight alongside the others. She smiled weakly with grief hidden underneath upon knowing the fate of her friend the bard. She tried to reach out a hand to the spirit,which he could only held a finger with his tiny body.

"Make sure the freedom stays with them,okay?"

He did his best to keep that promise. He knew that both the girl and the bard would be glad to know that their effort weren't in vain. Their funeral was held and weep he did for a period of time unknown to anyone. How long had it been. Almost over three millenia by this point? It's been so,so long and yet it's one of the memories that stuck with him.

Fly fly away

Like the birds in the sky

See the world on my behalf

To the heavens you may fly

The song never once left his memory. The ones sung by the bard and the girl. Whenever he walks the land of Mondstadt and hear the people drink and party,Venti couldn't help but feel just a bit nostalgic. He toured the city and the land that he should've been govern, simply singing and telling tales to those who would listen. Just doing anything other than reigning over the city.

He was taken back to reality when Aether called him. Venti stood beneath the tree in windrise as he looked to the windborne traveller.

"Shouldn't you be on your way to Liyue by now? You're going to miss the rite of descension if you don't hurry." He said.

"Well we should make if it we use the teleport points. It might take only a few days and the rite is probably still a week away." Paimon replied.

"And i kinda want to spend just a bit more time with you before we depart,if you don't mind? And you know maybe take a commission or two." Aether asked.

Venti smiled,"Might as well visit Mondstadt and pick up a few audiences." They all walk back to the city where once again he sings and tells many tales. The tale of how Mondstadt becomes the city of freedom it's known right now. How the people of old times fought the tyrant. The memory of his past clouded his thoughts,and he almost cried during his performance.

Aether treated him to lunch at good hunter afterwards and they had quite the uneventful day,really. The traveller was talking to Katheryne about some commissions when Venti felt someone approaching them. He glanced over to see who it was and he was,how to put it- surprised? Dumbfounded?

The same silhouette and appearance, the h/c hair might have been a different length in the eyes,but everything else was exactly the same. Venti kept starring at her,lost in time gazing into her e/c eyes. She looked back at him and smiled a little greeting them.

"Hi. I'm Y/N,the one who commissioned for the whopperflower hunt?"

"Oh,yeah. What's up with that?" Paimon asked.

Vent completely tuned out the entire conversation. Was it possible? Is it the same person he knew back in old Mondstadt? Just being able to see her brought back the abundance of memory he had. 'Get it together,Venti. At least say something to them.' he thought to himself. He jumped a bit when Aether tapped his shoulder,asking him something he didn't quite catch.

"H-huh? What?" He looked at the traveller.

"I said can you accompany Y/N while me and Paimon check out the horde of whopperflowers and get some nectar?"

"Oh! Oh,yeah,sure."

"Geez,he's been spacing out a lot today. What's wrong with that tone-deaf bard." Paimon sighed before the two of the left the city.

Venti is now left alone with Y/N,with both of them not really knowing what to do or say to each other. "I don't think we've officially been introduced. I'm Y/N,an alchemist." The girl said trying to break the silence.

"I'm Venti. Though you might know me if you've come and listen to my performance before this encounter." He replied to which she smiled and nodded a little.

"Say,you..want to take a walk around Windrise? The weather's nice today." He offered.

"Well,i can't progress my research until i get the materials needed."

She accepted the offer and he took her hand and led her to one if his favourite spot. Holding her hand felt exactly the same as it did all those years back. Her hands felt small against his, though it would've been the opposite in the past. The two sat down under the tree and exchanged stories. Time flies when you're having fun.

"You like flowers?" He spoke after noticing her holding a certain set of them.

"I guess? I like windwheel asters most, though." She smiled in reply.

He couldn't help but think 'just like her' as she went on to tell about how she grew some of these at her house. How they only grow in places with gentle winds blowing through. He of course knew of this fact,but he didn't mind listening to her rambling about them. He'd listen with a small smile plastered to his face the entire time.

"So, you're an alchemist..but what's with all those bandages?" He asked this time after seeing her wrist wrapped in one.

"Oh, it's just some accidents on the lab and some scars i got from foraging for materials." She said,a nervous laugh followed after.

He felt a slight pain in his chest at the thought of her getting hurt. Even back then she would sometimes ger her knee scratched or fell down and trip every now and then. 'Still as fragile as ever', He said to himself. He told her more about what he saw during his travel across the land,but sometimes he noticed that she's blankly starring at him,

"Hey,Y/N. What's wrong?" He asked.

No response.

"Hello? Teyvat to Y/N?" He called again.

That seems to get her out of her little world,she shook her head a bit, regaining focus,"o-oh,what is it?"

"You've starring at me for quite a while now. Were you charmed by my good looks,perhaps?" He said teasingly.

"Wha- no! That's not it." She stuttered back,her hands up in denial and face blushing a deep shade of red.

"It's just...i feel like i know you well before meeting you here."

"I feel like i've known you for a long time."

This time Venti was the one not responding to her words. If he wasn't sure,he sure as heck is now believing she was the same Y/N he knew and loved. Perhaps she didn't have the memory her past self had,but that didn't matter to him,he was overjoyed at this point.

"Well, maybe you've seen me perform before and just didn't remember." He said, looking away and hiding a soft smile.

"Or maybe you've known me from way before." He whispered under his breath.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"No,i was just thinking about putting on a show tomorrow in front of the statue for others to hear yet another heroic tale." He smiled at her.

"I hope you would come and watch me sing,dear Y/N."

"I won't miss it for the world." She smiled back,chuckling.

His eyes soften as he grabbed her hand which surprised her at first. He leaned in and kissed her lips,earning a gasp in response and a blush as well. He stood up as his smile curved into a grin.

"Then i shall look forward to tomorrow." He said putting the windwheel aster over her ear.

Venti bid farewell and without waiting for a response took his leave while she was still shocked,trying his best not to blush in front of Y/N. When he got far enough he just crouch down and mumbled something incomprehensible to himself. It was bold of him to do something like that in the first place, especially when they just met earlier today. Sure he knew her from like 2600 years ago but she had no recollection of him.

Still,somehow she was once again here before him. He'll protect her and made sure she's safe. He will never let anything bad happen to her. It will take some time for them to get to know each other all over again,but he didn't really mind.

He's really looking forward to her coming to see him perform tomorrow.

Y/N on the other hand was still recovering from the entire information overload. Face still a bit red from the entire oreal. From afar she could hear Aether and Paimon calling out to her. "Heeeyy! We got that nectar you waanted!" "Oh,t-thanks." She pulled herself out of her own little world to take the materials she asked for and paid them for their works. But just as soon as they left looking for the bard,she once again was lost in her own thoughts.

They just met today,but it felt like she had known him forever. Some of his 'old' tales felt all to familiar. And she was beyon surprised when he suddenly kissed her.

But somehow she didn't mind.

The sense of familiarity she had when talking to him put her at ease,and she felt like there's nothing to worry about. She felt safe when she's with him. And a part of her couldn't help but want to know him better.

She put a finger over her lips, still not reall over the fact that he kissed her so suddenly,then to brushing against the flower he put on her. But she smiled, thinking that he's way bolder than he looks.

She can't wait to come and watch him sing tomorrow.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fics #venti x reader #venti #the drunk bard #neko writes #hey may be a god #but he's not used to romantic relationship #i know ironic considering he sings songs about love a lot #probably

[dourpeep]

Seeing people complaining about the lack of anniversary rewards is getting so tiring. The game's ratings dropped to like 2 on Google play, all comment sections of official accounts are full of complaints. I know and understand that people are upset but it's just so so tiring to the point where I unfollowed most accounts that aren't related to fanart or fanfiction because of all that negativity

I personally spent (a little) money on the game so I get where p2w players come from but idk. I saw that we didn't get anything and moved on pretty quickly. Maybe that's just me, idk

Maybe you have a different view on this and if so, I'd like to hear it

Sorry for ranting in your inbox

hehe no need to apologize because I have quite a bit to say myself nodnod

Read if you like, don't if you don't--this is just my opinions and stuff based off my experience knowing Eastern gatcha games as well as talking about using a 5* vs 4* of the same build + slot

This got kinda long ehe-

Like really long.

Anyway

My turn for a Hot Take (tm)

Yeah I understand this--I've been feeling so drained and my enjoyment of the game and writing has diminished immensely because all I see everywhere is just that.

I understand that the event rewards suck but at the same time? I realize how gacha aren't really popular here in the West--and I have seen a lot of comparison between Genshin and Cookie Run but they're also two entirely different genres despite both being gacha. Not to mention that Cookie Run is fast at first until you get to around uhh Kingdom lvl 37~~ and you're stuck and can't go forward because things cost too many materials or your cookies aren't strong enough even though you have several stars on your team consisting of epics built as optimally as possible-

So the maintenance rewards for Cookie Run have been the only significant amount of gems I've been getting for a few weeks now compared to when I first started and could do 10 roll after 10 roll.

Also also, Cookie Run is PvP (arena, guilds, etc). Being able to get more rolls is absolutely a gamechanger. If you can't get a good defense cookie or healer cookie, you're fucked.

So!! That's why Cookie Run is more generous with rolls. You're not going to want to keep fighting other people in the Arena or doing Guild stuff if they don't add in those generous rewards.

On the other hand, Genshin Impact is an open world rpg w/ co-op (note, co-op doesn't count as pvp because you're collaborating) where you can build pretty much any of the characters to be viable (dps/vampire Barbara is one major example, Noelle is a guarantee roll character for that beginner's banner and she can easily be built to be a tank/healer/dps to fill whatever slot you desire)

So they're not going to be incredibly generous w/ rewards because the characters you have--meta or not--don't really effect your ability to play the game (unless we're talking spiral abyss which really is considered endgame anyway) when you're able to get at least one character of each element for free I mean, you start out with traveler who can be anemo, geo, or electro once you get to the respective places, Amber, Kaeya, Lisa, Barbara (iirc, you need to get to rank 20?), Xiangling (complete spiral abyss floor 3), and Noelle (reduced cost 10roll w/ guaranteed Noelle).

Which would be one of each element and a variety of one of the 5 weapon types nodnod.

Time to talk about builds and why it's not necessary to have a 5* unlike in other gatcha games like Cookie Run (again, a kingdoms builder) before going back to the anniversary stuff

But continuing, like Eula is considered a fantastic 5* character who features a kit that is based around her being a physical damage character. My sibling, C, has her built and she does some insane damage.

On the other hand, I have Xinyan built as a physical dps and if you were to compare their damage?

With crit, C's Eula deals 9k to 14k with Skyward Pride (5* claymore w/ energy recharge substat). With crit, my Xinyan deals 8k to 13k with Song of Broken Pines (5* claymore w/ phys substat) OR 7k to 10k with Prototype Archaic (4* craftable claymore w/ attack substat).

Both C and I agree that they're pretty evenly-matched in the sense of damage output.

We have similar builds focusing on physical damage, however, C's Eula uses 4pc Pale Flame and my Xinyan uses 2pc Bloodstained, 2pc Pale Flame (both have the 25% phys damage bonus for the 2pc). It's also good to note that both their Eula and my Xinyan have a physical dmg % cup.

So just by stacking up more phys on Xinyan, you get a physical dps (with some elemental support capabilities due to her E and Q) you can easily make her deal consistent, reliable damage that is comparable to a fully built Eula. Ofc, I'm sacrificing Xinyan's shield, but since she's built to be a physical dps, it doesn't matter anyway.

Another thing is Zhongli is an incredible shield support. His shield?? Absolutely insane because it's based off his hps. Guess who else has a hp-based shield and heals??? Diona. Another incredibly good support 4* with a shield and healing would be Noelle!

But with Diona, specifically since I did kinda cover over Noelle already, she can easily be built along with her shield having over 100% uptime (like how Zhongli has over 100% uptime). The fact that Diona is also a healer definitely is a perk too.

Ofc the difference with this is that Zhongli can be built as a burst support/dps while Diona is not. But the point isn't that--the point is that you don't need a 5* shield support to have a good, reliable shield support.

But regardless of 4* or 5*, to get a viable character, you need to build them well. So if your character isn't doing satisfactory damage, you just have to take a quick peek at what artifacts they're running and fix as needed!

Another thing--

Talking about the rewards and stuff for the anniversary-

Generally, gatcha games aren't really that generous with rewards and instead usually have some sort of event. In this case, I'm pretty sure that Moonchase is considered a part of the anniversary which is why it's giving so many rewards- just the primos from the first day alone with the chests and quest was enough for two rolls (40 chests * 5 primos each + 60 from the quest and a few that I forgot where they come from but are from the event) as well as the 4* Luxurious Sea Lord claymore.

Before you say that it's shitty for them to make a festival into the anniversary event, I'm certain that people would complain if the anniversary rewards were just a little more than the 10x fates and stuff and that's it because it'd feel like they're skipping over the anniversary entirely. (keep in mind, festivals don't normally give this much stuff in terms of primogems from what we've experienced so far--they're mainly focused on the free event weapon you can get and build like with Festering Desire, Windborne Ode, Dodoco Tales)

Also companies love taking advantage of festivals to make an event bigger + more fleshed out. It'd be otherwise kinda boring to have to just log in every day for a week (not to mention, not everyone does that) and encourages players to play to get rewards.

yeah, that's supposed to work in their favor because they want to keep interest.

So the fact that there's a lot of backlash on everything going on is tiring and also?? I want to make the point that they'll only listen to so much. Getting heard is important, but there will be a point where Mihoyo will just stop listening to the players entirely because all they're getting is a constant barrage of "this event is the worst" "no one likes that character" "(insert character) when???" "okay but where's (blank) rerun?" pasted over the forums, discord, twitter, facebook, instagram--

You can't keep demanding more while also talking shit constantly about the new stuff added because then they'll just not add those new stuff because we (general) seem to never be satisfied.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they end up just cutting Genshin Impact as a loss entirely if this continues as it has and gets even worse.

But I digress.

Anyway, I agree that it sucks that the daily login rewards for the anniversary are just cut and pasted from the Lantern Rite, but as someone who's played a lot of gatcha games, it's pretty much the standard.

Have a daily sign in for rewards and a big event featuring a ton of stuff you can get instead of having an 'official' anniversary event.

I'm sure there's a lot I'm missing because it's not coming to mind, but yeah. These are my general thoughts on what's happening with the discourse.

#anon asks #discourse #anyway that being said--make sure to get some rest anon #stuff like this is incredibly draining so take care of yourself nodnod #I'm not sorry for this being so long I got carried away but at the same time this is something I'm pretty passionate about #And I'm not at all excusing the stuff going on but at the same time us (general as players) are also not really being the best