#;;musing: venti

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@guardianofyesod

[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 👀🥇🥺

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@magioffire

Shoutout to everyone who has died and come back sluttier each time

[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?"

[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.

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@guardianofyesod

[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.

[thewindandthestars]

To The Sound of Childhood

venori modern au fic

Orion let out a sigh as she opened the door to the apartment she shared with a certain teal tipped musician. The trip to the grocery store was certainly an effort and a half. She should've gone earlier than when everyone was getting off from work. Her ears perked to the sound of a familiar song that played through the air. She quirked a curious brow and swiftly placed the bags she carried in the kitchen.

She followed the sound of the song and heard the voice of her lover becoming louder until she was in front of the second bedroom that they turned into an office makeshift gaming room. The door was slightly ajar, curious, she thought. She slowly poked her head into the room and had to stifle a laugh at the sight of her beloved dancing and singing to the song.

"'Cause I got a feeling," Venti sang along to the song, swaying along to the beat, "That tonight's gonna be a good night~" It was clear that he was unaware that she had come home, what with the free concert she was getting and by how he was singing in between giggles at his own dance moves. It was an endearing sight to see to say the least. Though this was her playlist which only made it all the more funny to see.

Of course the two had different playlists, what with hers being a mix of metal to edm and his ranging from old folk songs to much newer pop songs. The fact that he was jamming to her music, specifically her childhood songs playlist just made her feel a child-like wonder. It's interesting how he picked this song to play considering this is a song she sings a lot... It became an unconscious stim for her.

Midway a spin did Venti see her dark brown tinted hair and blue eyes that stared at him with a fond amusement. He let out a startled yelp at the sight of her, "Orion?!"

Orion let out a giggle at his reaction to seeing her and gently pushed the door open that she had been hiding behind. The song ended and shifted to another childhood song of hers. It was definitely her playlist he was listening to. "Enjoying my playlist, love?" she asked innocently that her amused expression only betrayed.

Venti didn't know whether to pause the music or just go along with the jam session he was having with her playlist. "how long have you been standing there?" he asked, feeling flushed at having been caught in his little jam session. Orion shrugged, moving further into the room, "Long enough. I didn't think you'd be jamming to my nostalgia without me."

Orion let a dramatic pout form on her lips, "You know I love running down memory lane with this playlist."

Venti let out a soft whine at her teasing theatrics, "It wasn't intentional to listen to your playlist! It just happened to start playing and I happen to have not switched playlists yet."

"Uh-huh." Orion hummed, quirking a brow at his obvious lie, "Just say that you wanted the nostalgia of songs from our childhood like a normal person."

Venti slumped, it was true. He was in the mood to listen to songs from their childhood. He found the opportunity of Orion leaving the apartment a perfect way to snag a listen to her playlist and jam to some oldies but goodies. Curse the fact that he got distracted and didn't listen for when she came home. "Fine," he whined out dramatically, "I wanted to listen to the playlist."

Orion grinned at his admission, "Knew it! Should've been a detective~"

Venti sighed in exasperation at her pleased expression but now that she is home...

The sound of laughter and a unison of singing came from the room. The two were admittedly enjoying themselves in the nostalgia of songs long gone and dancing and singing to them together. Some songs the two would dance hand-in-hand and others they'd dance by themselves. They even went as far as pretending to be pop stars on a world tour which only added to the fun and child-like wonder.

In a way both connected to their younger selves and found joy in the moment that they could share with one another. Music truly does bring people together and for the two of them it only intertwined their very beings together more.

divider by @/saradika

[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."

[dutybcrne]

Random lil omegaverse hcs bc why tf not:

-Itto. Alpha. Has an earthy/fresh chopped wood scent. While he has absolute control of himself even around Omegas in heat and fellow Alphas in ruts, he is an absolute MENACE when he's the one in rut, in territorial aggression, how strong his pheromones are, and in terms of sex drive, but Shinobu usually has him handled when it comes down to it. It's especially difficult to manage due to him being part oni, as that nature makes his body highly resistant to suppressants. He really likes to scent his entire gang and leave his own on them, being VERY protective of his pack. He gets restless whenever one of the gang sets off to do something without everyone else in tow, and will 100% sulk and whine if they come back to him smelling of other pheromones ( even if unintentionally ) until he’s able to completely get rid of the foreign scent with his own. Surprisingly is the one who nests more than even the Omegas in his gang, and Demands the entire gang sleep dogpiled in it, outside those dealing with ruts and heats. No one has actually complained about it, since it makes them feel safer and at ease too, having all their scents intermingled.

-Kuki. Beta, though she is often mistaken for an Alpha by her posturing and ability to wrangle everyone in the gang, esp Itto, with such ease, as though she were issuing Commands. Itto claims she smells of sugar crystals and naku weeds, but she thinks he's mistaken it, though she can’t exactly perceive her own more subtle pheromones herself. Can charitably be called Itto's rut partner, but rather than really tending to his needs in that sense, she ( usually ) is more his keeper/guard than anything. Is very careful not to accidentally get bitched by him in the process of actually playing partner to him if he really needs the relief. She is on TOP of everyone's respective cycles and handmakes their suppressants herself. She's thankful her dynamic is what it is, because she doesn't know what she would do if she had to deal with everyone's scents mingling and fluctuating. Though at times she can almost fully perceive Itto's, but she chalks that up to him being so overbearing with his own scent. She was the one who picked up on how strong Itto’s pack instincts were and suggested he trying nesting with everyone to appease it—she secretly likes the togetherness of it all too.

-Kaeya. Omega. Smells of Inteyvats ( will say Calla lilies ) and a sharp hint of what most figure is Mint. While he has no qualms about serving as rut or even heat partner for his closest friends/associates, he personally loathes taking partners during his own heats. But if he must, he'll always prefer to go for a trusted Beta, even knowing it wouldn't help with it in the slightest. The fact that the scent glands on the right side of his neck have slight burn scars is a very sensitive topic to him, enough to sharpen his scent with a harsh, jarring stinging unpleasantness on mention. It is especially hair-raising for those who perceive that pheromone change ( or especially one that happens in a threat display, where it’s most notable ), due to his body being tarnished by Abyssal influence. He tends to wear perfumes to try and mask that odd edge to his pheromones, esp since he makes quite frequent use of them, in deliberately tending to posture and release them to ‘make up’ and distract from his damaged scent glands, soothing those who need it, or even in schmoozing up others for one reason or another. Which in turn always leaves him feeling a little woozy and with worsened migraines than what he may have already started his day with. Has a rather guttural threat display growl that strikingly resembles an Alpha’s ( though with a more Unnervingly inhuman note to it too ) because of him mimicking Diluc when growing up together, and the softest nost alluring little happy purr in contrast. He seldom if ever nests because he never feels truly Safe enough to. The closest he's got is a pile of blankets and cushions in Jean's office, and even then HE isn’t the one who makes it.

-Tartaglia. Omega. Smells of cherries and lime, with a slight metallic edge to it, though whether it's blood of his enemies on him or an Alteration that happened to his biology due to the time the Abyss had tainted him, it is unsure. He adamantly refuses to let Dottore find out. Is purposefully off his suppressants damn near half the time much to the chagrin of the other Harbingers, but it's because he figured out real quick his favorite way to handle his own heats is by fighting it out. Because anybody daring to try and get their hands on him without his permission is fair game to be roped into becoming an impromptu sparring buddy of his, even the other Harbingers can’t argue. The only ones who can get him to actually take his suppressants are Pierro ( he respects him ) and Columbina ( she scares him ). He likes to threat display on purpose sometimes because he thinks it's funny, watching the others, especially more physically imposing Alphas, around him get spooked. He makes the messiest scrappiest of nests, haphazardly tossed toegther on a whim, but he gets exceedingly hostile towards anyone who even tries getting close, more so even dares tamper with it. May the Tsaritsa protect anyone who happened to ‘clean it up’ thinking it a mere mess. His mates are Not exempt from this either, not unless he personally invited them to get close/touch it in that very moment.

Kaveh: Omega. Smells of Zaytun peaches. Actually prefers to top his partners, even Alphas. Especially Alphas. Keeps trying to keep track of his heats but they are exceedingly irregular, which stresses him to no end. Especially he can be a bit more susceptible to an Alpha's commands and pheromones than the typical Omega during his heats. Thankfully he's avoided any real danger in taking note how scents register to him to gauge if he’s in pre-heat or not, and acting accordingly. Is very on top of taking his suppressants ( made for him by Tighnari, since he's found his specific one most effective for himself ) too, which further helps prevent mishaps, to the point where many would assume he is a Beta, if they didn't know any better. Though at times those very suppressants do make him feel queasy, especially when drinking. Kaveh tends to nest with an article of clothing from each of his friends when he's not mated, and can and WILL hoard clothes from his mate once they are official. They WILL be required to nest with him.

-Diluc. Alpha. Smells of roasted coffee and a hint of sweet lampgrass. Is especially sensitive towards the scent of an Omega in distress, but in the sense that it makes him feel nauseous while spurring him into a protective mode. He's easily made hostile as a result, especially towards other Alphas, but in general too. He takes specific suppressants made by the church for that reason, especially when he's about to take on a shift at Angel's Share. Has an EXTREMELY loud growl and purr, the latter which he unintentionally scares people with. While both are exceedingly strong rumbles from deep in his chest ( many claiming it sounds like a brooding beast ) and are almost startlingly similar to each other, the best way to tell the difference is really how he's postured. He really does try so hard to not seem imposing or intimidating, but he is extremely unsuccessful. Due to the strength of his pheromones, he tends to always have scent patches on. Because he’s come to learn that, otherwise, he’ll accidentally sway the mood of the room with every shift of his own, particularly if there isn’t another scent that can properly counteract his. Which doesn’t tend to be often, outside the Angel’s Share. Absolutely hoards articles of clothing his closest ones leave in the Winery for comfort reasons—they will NOT get those back until the scent is gone, and he Will be moody while returning them ( which is why he hardly ever does so, face-to-face ).

-Jean. Alpha. Smells of dandelions and fresh cut grass. In order to better get along with those of any dynamic, including her own, she worked especially hard to make herself as non-intimidating as possible, always seeming to exude calming pheromones, though it inevitably gives her migraines after a while to keep it up. Will she stop releasing them even with this? Absolutely not. It would crush her if anyone so much as called her presence imposing, especially coming from one of her own subordinates. Though anyone will quickly be reminded of why she is known as the Lionfang Knight if they dare step out of line in an especially disgraceful manner/otherwise taking advantage of her intent of displaying a gentler nature in thinking they can. She always has the urge to scent her closest friends, to mark them as pack ( and is a lot more territorial than she lets on to boot, getting put in a Mood if they ever happen to smell of another she's unfamiliar/not pack-bonded with ) but is utterly mortified at the thought of bringing it up. Which is why she's happy whenever they come to her willingly and ask for her to do so unprompted. She is also very happy whenever a fellow knight takes refuge in her office, in citing what a calming presence she has, especially her closest friends. She always keeps nesting supplies in her office for that very reason.

-Lisa. Alpha. Smells of petrichor and valberries. Has a very imposing presence she masks under an easygoing personality, and has even put other Alphas on edge ( at best ) at the slightest shifts in her mood. Those closest to her will always end up thoroughly smelling of her scent when they meet her because she, like Jean, is very particular about marking special few as her 'pack'. She considers it a blessing hers and Jean’s pheromones work well together as a result. Her ruts tend to hit her hard ( which she believes is because of her lifespan being shortened by unnatural means ), and will seldom ask for a partner, in knowing just how overwhelming she will be. A certain captain and grandmaster may happen to volunteer more often than not, though, even if it takes a lot out of the both of them when they do. Most people don’t know she’s uttered a Command until it hits them—even a purred little tone doesn’t lessen the weight of it in the slightest. When she really wants to put off a task or hand it off to someone, she takes advantage of this ( while fully intending to reward the person she’s roped into it afterward, of course ). If any of the younger knights have any questions about secondary genders or need a quick supplement to their suppressants that won't negatively interact with them, she is the go-to person for the job. Because of how sensitive she is to other's pheromones, she often keeps suppressants for the Alphas and Omegas alike just in case she notices someone might need them.

-Albedo. Unknown. Has a chalky sort of scent that sets many on edge. Will say he's a Beta to keep things simple, but being an artificial being, it's really not. Being in his presence, especially when he lets out his pheromones or even attempts to mimic purring/growling, feels Unnerving to each dynamic, even Betas, like uncanny valley or even a deep biological reaction to a lurking threat for some. Kaeya is one of few with a determined dynamic who can put up with it, along with Sucrose and Timaeus, though Albedo thinks it’s because his and Kaeya’s pheromones/gestures have a similar edge to them, that they are comfortable enough with each other's. He doesn’t really have a true Response Instinct, but a fellow Khaenri’ahn stands a better chance of triggering one in him than any other in at all. It always leaves him feeling so very confused each and every time.

Venti. His pheromones tend to hold the scent of a crisp Red Delicious apple. As Archon, he can switch up his dynamic to whatever he wants, but tends to stick to Beta, so he doesn't accidentally set anyone off and and better mingle with his people overall without worrying about the extra hassles that come with having a dynamic. It may also depend on how much he wants to mess with a given friend's Response Instinct, shifting then purring idly to see how quickly they answer back or perk up. Which had nearly gotten him hurled like a Harpastum more than once. He will also switch up his dynamic if he sees a particular friend might need him to, whether to let off the right pheromones that won't set them off to calm them, or even serve as a more adequate/safer heat partner however they see fit, if they want him to be.

-Thoma. Omega, but as far as everyone else outside the Kamisatos is concerned, he is officially a Beta. This is done partly to protect him overall, but in particular so others looking to hurt the Yashiro Commission wouldn't take advantage of his secondary gender to do so. His scent is something like warm broth with a hint of cinnamon, which he is thankful he can play off quite easily since it's most noticeable in enclosed spaces. He is constantly but very subtly exuding calming pheromones—it is both on purpose ( be it to keep his fellow staff content or to disarm someone he’s dealing with, the latter which he definitely takes advantage of during meetings he's present at ) and unconsciously done ( he is always in such a good mood, they just ooze right out of him! ). Which makes him rather hungry/sleepy compared to others. He can make a stark difference 180 when dealing with hostile Alphas however; those flooding an area with their pheromones, or especially pestering Omegas or even Betas, WILL make him more inclined for hostile threat displays. He will attempt to mask them, but the lingering Urge to fight always has him a-buzzing and restless in the process. In such cases; he hopes there’s plenty of tasks left to do for him to take care of, or he will Create tasks for himself.

[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.

[romaritimeharbor]

me when venti has like 50 million death flags