#;;musing: venti

[protect-namine]

the thing about venti is that he doesn't embody freedom so much as he nurtures it. venti is who he is today because the people taught him to love and he returned that tenfold. the people were the first to teach him autonomy and freedom, and his response is to protect that ideal

I just really love mondstadt's relationship with their "absentee" archon a lot. there's something almost poetic about how just by being themselves, they sort of "created" their own god. a wind wisp became their archon by observing and living with them (ofc I'm oversimplifying it)

as described in freedom sworn, it's the anemo archon who actually takes on his region's characteristics, not the other way around. it is not that mondstadt is the nation of freedom because of venti, but that venti is the god of freedom because of mondstadt. and now you have that same archon asking what I will argue is actually the best quote of genshin, "what is freedom when demanded of you by a god?"

[chococolte]

ask, and u shall receive... sorry for the long wait, but i finally have more bots, so here they are:

SAGAU Venti

SAGAU Xiao

SAGAU Kaeya

SAGAU Scaramouche

make sure to rate their responses and to regenerate any u dont like ^^

[wheatcak3]

and the cutest little guy award goes to 👀🥇🥺

[mecharose]

had someone recently near-totally blow up their relationship with me bc they were afraid to fuck it up by talking to me and thus ruining my opinion of them, which was surely much higher from a distance. and from this? i have learned nothing.

[apheliia]

i've been thinking about venti raising a child that was entrusted to him by one of the hexenzirkel (specifically imagining the child being nicole's), perhaps. i think i'll pursue it as an oc idea more than a reader insert one, but i just can't stop thinking about him stumbling awkwardly through fatherhood because What The Fuck. he is literally a spirit of the wind and he has to raise a HUMAN (....more or less)? DUDE. WHAT THE FUCKKKK. plus he's also the god of freedom, so... he's raising this child in a very odd way. involved but only to an extent.

probably more involved than their mom, at least 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[bl-inkstone]

changed my tune so fast just bc of youtube autoplay lmao ok here have some sagau diluc thoughts

the player, diluc thinks, is an incredibly endearing being.

he's come a long way from the curt and wary attitude he used to put on around the traveler (and by extension, you), and today is one of those days where he finds himself privately thanking whatever powers there may be that allowed your paths to cross, with him staring at the reflection of you hidden deep within the traveler's eyes in the wake of his fight with the abyss that fateful night in mondstadt.

as one of the first people to have their constellations manifest in the sky of teyvat, diluc is more than aware that the fact that you still choose to ask for his company in your (or, well, the traveler's) journey is a gift he must treasure deeply. he knows that it is your presence in this world that gives vision bearers a chance to become something greater than they presently are. he also knows that he is no longer as impressive of a companion in battle as he used to be from back when the sky wasn't as bright as it is now (when the world you knew was smaller and he was still a figure that you could look to and proudly call "your main").

but you always come back to him. when he least expects it, you invite him back to your party and diluc can't help but privately think, privately wish, that it's because you're as fond of him as he is of you.

standing in silent prayer while you bestow upon him artifacts that thrum with divine power is an experience he can never tire of. the claymores you give him, the food he eats, all the materials he needs to reach a breakthrough in his capabilities... he understands that you aren't teyvat's creator, but this world and everything in it seems to exist just for you. you, the provider, the sustainer, the beloved of all. sometimes, diluc feels that everything he has and ever worked for have all been for the sake of one day meeting you.

he's not a religious man by principle, and he loathes people of absolute power. the only exception to this, however, is you. he's not foolish enough to believe you're some omnipotent, omniscient being that lords above all. no, you're not like that. he knows this because the longer he journeys with the traveler and feels their bond strengthen, the faint whispers he used to strain himself to hear grow clearer and clearer until finally, one day, he hears you.

you're both nothing and everything he thought you'd be. you view the world of teyvat with so much awe and joy that it's infectious, and he finds himself smiling more often than not to the privilege of finally hearing you. the traveler always looks at him with an understanding smile when diluc slows down in their travels to listen to you. he lives for the moments when you talk to yourself or to someone else (a companion of your own, maybe? from your place beyond the stars?) because this is how he learns. your favorite food, your favorite nations, your favorite "characters" and more. he holds every morsel of information you unknowingly give close to his chest where all his affections and wishes hide. he likes to think that this way, he can be closer and better for you.

but he knows he's not the only one who hears you, and it is the traveler that is closest to you out of all them. even so, diluc harbors no ill will to the avatar you chose to see and travel the world through. you're so fond of the traveler, and how could he ever come to loathe anything graced by your love?

he knows how to play nice. it helps that most of your other chosen are people he can find himself enjoying the company of as well. diluc understands that as much as he wants to be the sole holder of your attention, the world does not function that way. he's willing to extend an olive branch so long as they can all work together to keep you present in teyvat. he can worry about his more aggressive competition later when they aren't at risk of being caught in such an unsightly state by you — all that matters to him, right now, is how to keep your gaze on him for just a little longer and keep you from leaving him again.

it's a daunting thing to be so close to your grace. you take diluc to lands he'd never thought he'd visit again, to ruins of civilizations long past, domains with unimaginable horrors and have him run, claymore and vision burning at his hip, into fight after fight at your command. it's tiring at best and painful at worst, but you always take care to heal him and his companions before leaving, and you always lead them somewhere safe to rest until teyvat brightens and you come again.

his current companions (his "supports", he inwardly preens) rest and talk amongst themselves once they feel your presence leave. it used to be something they, your chosen, would panic over, but now that they've gotten more used to you and all the signs that pointed that yes, this is your will, they've grown to be able to tolerate the harrowing chill that comes when your warmth leaves them. diluc leans back on his chair in front of good hunter to observe them. they're all people he's come to grow fond of in time: diona was prickly, yes, but ha become pleasant to be around once they grew past their misunderstandings. the young master of the feiyun commerce guild, xingqiu, was also a reliable companion both in and outside of battle, and for all his faults, venti has proven himself to be a devout believer, unwilling to be a burden to you or the party you've guided him towards.

under normal circumstances, he never would've met and forged such strong bonds with these people. if not for your own interference, he never would've bothered getting to know any of them at all. though he may have his own gripes and complaints at times of how their dynamic works when you're not around, diluc is still fond of them. he's grateful for the opportunity to grow close to people again, and traveling the world alongside them and the traveler has become one of the few things he's begun to look forward to outside of his duties as "diluc, master of dawn winery." when the day is done and he can sit and relax with them in the tables in front of good hunter, he can rest in the company of others who understand the near-maddening pull in his chest that draws him to try and get closer, closer, to you.

it's days like these where diluc quietly thanks whatever it is brought you to them, and prays that one day, he will no longer have to search through the traveler's eyes to see you.

[rainswept]

.. MARITIME MUSINGS. — 100 follower event !!

— status: OPEN. blog info post (usually pinned) here.

WHAT: a prompt + music event. — one number corresponds to a dialogue prompt, and the other to a song in my character-specific playlists. the twist — you don’t know which will be which. when: — from october 8th-16th. how: — send in an ask saying “can i get 1 + 4 with x character for the maritime musings event?” or something similar. PROMPT NUMBERS: 1-29 SONG NUMBERS: varies by character. check below! included: aether, freminet, lyney, wanderer (present), scaramouche (past, fatui era), venti

PLAYLIST PROMPTS.

AETHER — 1-18 FREMINET — 1-14 LYNEY — 1-39 WANDERER — 1-72 SCARAMOUCHE — 1-30 VENTI — 1-22

EVENT MASTERLIST.

none yet.

[desiredrivcn]

@twiilite: ( for you-know-who!!!! i'm going to absolutely THROTTLE U AAAAA !!! ) 500 years. It had taken half a millennia of his own relentless, dogged efforts to combat the Abyss in order for Dainsleif to finally, finally catch up to the ultimate source of his ire. Though the Twilight Sword looked not a day older than when their great nation had fallen, he was visibly different. Time had taken its toll upon him in a myriad of other ways. He certainly looked exhausted, lacking the youthful enthusiasm and hope that had once fuelled him. Erosion had taken much that had once been so important to him. Things which no longer related to his goals had fallen to the wayside: smaller moments that he, once mortal, took entirely for granted. But not the memories of him, and the destruction that followed in his wake. The bitterness he held for his closest kin does not easily fade: the memory of a betrayal so deeply unforgivable that even now, his chest squeezed traitorously with the hurt of it, where perhaps he wished only to feel naught but hatred. What a terrible, sentimental thing his heart was, anxiously pounding away in his brother's presence, even when he wished it to be still. Dainsleif does not dispense with much in the way of greetings, and instead draws his sword to signify his intent to kill -- though he doesn't doubt that Vedrfolnir himself has not already foreseen it. It didn't take a visionary to see his grief as his sword is turned upon the other, unable to squander the closest shot at putting things right that he's had in centuries.

a gift of foresight allows one to see the path a being takes, and there is no doubt that the proclaimed visionary of khaenri'ah kept an extremely close eye on how dainsleif grew. there was no shame, no remorse, no regret on how things transpired. vedrfolnir knew.

he always knew.

the wrath he has, how misplaced it truly is when dainsleif abuses the gift he so claims is cruel because an organised group wields it far more effectively than he ever could. it sickens the once trapped being, but also amuses him. a cruelly sweet sickness, one he uses to fuel his work.

so to feel the cool steel of the familiar blade be pointed at his back, a laugh leaves them as they turn to face their kin, head tilted as they study the other properly. no visions, no hypertheticals.

the cruel, harsh truth. how delightful.

"the twilight sword actually raising his sword? tell me, dainsleif, if you cannot beat the abyss order's leader, how can you beat me? you stand there assuming i predicted this, when truthfully, there is no point using my gifts when it comes to your movements. you are an open book to me. i know what you will do, when you will do it, how you will do it... i know you."

[pocketfulofgalaxies]

@the-wayward-snowflake

"Come on, one drink of Dandelion Wine. Please. Pretty please Isolde? We can keep it a secret between you and I. Diluc would never have to know."

[protect-namine]

I mentioned this before, but please consider the idea of venti as a dionysian figure once again. dionysus being associated with wine, liberation/freedom, and death and rebirth, much like how venti himself is the god of wine, liberation/freedom, and is an actual psychopomp (stanley quest; many descriptions of the wind as something that can carry souls or lead one to a final resting place), but in the sense that he is also a memory escort. but what is death in genshin but a reset of memories? "death is just a one-time loss of memory" (aranaga)

plus the favonius church inspired by catholicism and (orphic) dionysus as a proto-jesus figure

ALTERNATIVELY he's hermes/pan. but I really wanted mika to be a hermes figure though

[celestialpulse]

@venitdomum liked!

"You know Diluc, it's getting easier and easier to pilfer from your storages. Just look. Six ap-" Before the bard could finish, one of the apples wiggled free and rolled down the roof of the Dawn Winery and off the edge. "Heh, better make that five apples and a bottle of wine."

[swirldmg]

VENTI'S NOTABLE CONNECTIONS ;

ISTAROTH - the god of time, his creator and mother, who was worshipped alongside him in mondstadt. until she eventually departed, and was forgotten by their nation. she taught him a lot about being a god, and he's, understandably, a little upset about her leaving.

through her, he's also connected to the primordial one, the shades, and the rest of the thousand winds (his siblings). as well as egeria, who was created by another shade: by human standards, they're cousins, and the rest are also his relatives.

THE ORIGINAL SEVEN - zhongli, rukkhadevata, makoto, egeria, the original pyro + cryo archons. he was the youngest of the lot, only ascending to godhood during the archon war, and saw them as siblings. those that have passed away have left a deep wound, and he's not thrilled about zhongli stepping down either. it leaves him as the only one still at his divine seat.

THE DECARABIAN - the god of storms, his predecessor, a "father" in the loosest sense. venti inherited the title "god of storms" after his ascension, but he doesn't like to use it. the decarabian is someone venti is afraid of turning into.

THE TSARITSA - the specifics of it is unknown, but they used to be close, until something that happened at khaenri'ahs fall caused her to cut all ties with him. they haven't spoken since.

THE HEXENZIRKEL - with the exception of rhinedottir, venti is a close friend of theirs, keeping their meeting place safe. he's especially close with alice, who has known him for a very long time, which makes him especially fond of klee, but rhinedottir's creations and alchemy methods leave venti wary. this wariness extends to albedo.

[diverse-hearts]

@capt3n asked:

❛ the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option for me. ❜ @ Venti

Can't Find Meme Soz ~

"And why do you say that? Isn't living here in Mondstat as a Knight your way of attempting to live an ordinary life now?", he tilted his head slightly, naturally rather curious about her way of thinking. He hoped that she'd be able to embrace the freedom of this nation that she had come to call home - but of course, he would never force such a feeling either.

[apollos-boyfriend]

my favorite thing about all the archons are that they are all kinda dogshit at it- like, lamest gods ever

didn’t one of them get fucking guillotined recently. real servant of evil type beat. isn’t that the whole current event/arc that’s going on. what even makes these guys gods i’m convinced you could knock venti over with a light tap

[daybreakrising]

@bardictales: it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats! - for zhongli

There's the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. That familiar, teasing tone is something he cherishes, though he'd never admit that out loud. With so few of his old friends left in the world, he has come to appreciate the smallest of things - and this sly, sometimes frustrating, bard provides him with a strange sense of comfort.

But, of course, that is not something they speak of. Theirs is a... complicated friendship. And a treasured one.

A passing glance is given to the bottle of wine set proudly upon the table between them - though table is something of an exaggerated descriptor, given it's little more than a slab of rock balanced upon other rocks. But, at least here they can be free to talk, away from the prying eyes and ears of the mortals they usually surround themselves with.

"Depressing?" He gives a shake of the head, allowing his amusement to shine through in his tone of voice. "I like to think of them more as... insightful."

[aparticularbandit]

I have made it out of Monstadt.

....

And then immediately hit Level 15 and went back so I can do the quest with Lisa that just opened up.