#wind bard ik

[windcarvedlyre]

I just had an awful thought. You know how Venti seems obsessed with naming things?

What if he's like this because Nameless Bard genuinely never gained a name and Venti wishes he had?

A slightly less angsty alternative is that NB named Venti and his lines in the webtoon are what NB told him. That it's another way Venti is continuing his legacy.

[lanternlightss]

am once again thinking about how venti is quite literally friend shaped

[falloutnewnobody]

one of my favorite moments in bg3 is when bard!tav is convincing yugeri to kill himself and his army in the most dramatic and long winded way possible and astarion interjects like every other line to be like "facinating we learn something new every day do we not now please darling let me KILL THIS GUY ALREADY".

and then after you pull it off you get this excellent exchange

tav: repeat after me "thank you for helping me, it was very kind,"

astarion, incredulously: thank you for helping me. it was very kind.

ik there's a way to do this as a non-bard character but the bard one is objectively funnier because to astarion tav seems like theyre just doing unserious bard shit for kicks while he's internally gnawing at the bars of his enclosure.

[mikashisus]

WITH LOVE, ETERNALLY,

summary: over two thousand years have passed since that fateful dawn that marked freedom for all in mondstadt. two millennia that have flown by in the blink of an eye… but despite the changes mondstadt has faced, one thing stays the same: the winds of time.

pairing: venti x fem!reader

a/n: ik i’m 2 days late, but a small bday drabble to celebrate our favorite bard’s bday!! (the mc in this is the same mc from thus always to tyrants). NOT EDITED AND VERY RUSHED. yes there is diluc x venti if u squint. im a multishipper guys

cw: angst.

Angel’s Share was bustling with activity. During the Spring and Summer seasons, business would boom exponentially.

Tonight’s warm Summer night was no different. The gentle, honeyed glow from the lights was inviting as he took one step into the crowded tavern. The sight of so many people made him wonder if they should expand the tavern to fit more people.

If they did that, it would surely end up looking like a tavern from his more than distant past. A tavern owned by a small, kind family that ended up as worshippers of Barbatos after their previous god had passed away.

His memory was still clear. Those days could never be stolen from him, not even when erosion would surely catch up to him. He would always remember… because those memories of a bygone past were more valuable to him than anything.

A small smile pulled at his lips as he watched a small group of youngsters jump up in pure joy over a game of TCG. It warmed his heart to see his children so happy. They deserved to live carefree and joyous lives.

If a day came where their freedom would be threatened once more, he would step up like he did before and help them fight for it. As long as he was alive, he would ensure the people of Mondstadt were safe and free in this land of wind.

The bar was packed, each stool being taken up by a drunkard. A small pout formed on his lips. He loved sitting by the bar, especially when Diluc was manning the counter.

Diluc didn’t come by very often, but when he did, Mondstadt’s drunken Archon would show up each time, demanding a drink.

The reason for why he only showed up when Diluc was working eluded the red haired man, but he gave up trying to understand the bard’s flowery words and unusual antics a long time ago.

The answer was simple, though Diluc didn’t know that. The bard just loved to chat with anyone and everyone, and that included him. Some of his best conversations happened with Diluc, Jean, Diona, and Klee.

Sometimes Bennett as well, but the white haired boy was a magnet for destruction. Despite how much bad luck the boy harbored, he had a relatively positive mindset. Whenever he ran into Venti in the wilderness, the two would only get to talk for a few seconds before Bennett ran off because he was being chased by a boar.

Diluc didn’t need to ask questions. As soon as he turned around and saw the pouty bard standing there, he let out a sigh and began preparing a glass of dandelion wine. Venti sent him a wide smile and headed up to the second floor, where significantly less people sat.

He hummed softly as he strummed a chord on his lyre. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, and he wondered if he should head back downstairs and play a few songs first. If he played a classic, the people would get rowdy and then it would truly feel like he was back in the North Wind Tavern.

His eyes darted up, and he stopped in his tracks. His throat ran dry as he saw you sitting in the corner, gazing out the window and watching people pass by. He usually found you like this: alone and pondering.

Ever since you returned, you were often quiet and less talkative. You had been quite the introvert to begin with, but now you were even more of a recluse.

Of course, he knew the reason why.

Yet, his heart still lurched whenever he saw you. It always would… because he would never stop loving you, despite the fact that the both of you agreed to interact as less as possible.

Even though nine months had passed since then, and you claimed it was better for the two of you to go your separate ways, he could still hear every word you spoke on the wind.

He heard every prayer, every mutter, every cry. He didn’t understand why you kept uttering prayers, but maybe it was some hidden code to let him know you still thought of him.

Your eyes met his, and his blood ran cold. He stared at you for a few moments more, and then the unthinkable happened. You beckoned him over to the table you were occupying.

With a hesitant step forward, he did so. He wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to talk to you. It had been way too long. He took a seat, eyeing the mug of beer that sat on your left.

So you still drank that ghastly stuff, huh? He preferred wine. He always did. And you always preferred beer— specifically the kind your brother brewed every Weinlesefest.

He wondered if your brother was still living in Dornman Port. If he still had two cats and was working as a transport guide. Would he be prying if he asked?

“Here you go,” Diluc’s smooth voice drew him from his stupor.

A glass of dandelion wine with a cecilia hanging off the side of the glass was placed in front of him, along with a small envelope. His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Happy Birthday.” A hint of a smile was on Diluc’s face as he watched Venti’s lip wobble.

He remembered his birthday? With shaking hands, he opened the envelope, finding a beautiful card inside. The card was sturdy and one-sided, with intricate flowery designs on the edges and a cute drawing of his statue in the center next to elegant calligraphy.

He assumed Jean had made this, or at the very least, had written the message on the card that read:

“Happy Birthday Venti!

I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done and continue to do for Mondstadt and its citizens. Even if I had thanked you a thousand times over, it still would not be enough.

It would not hold a candle to the love and care you have stored in your heart for all of us. You are kind, gentle, compassionate, and sincere. Your songs bring us joy, and your everlasting winds promise freedom for many millennia to come.

We owe you everything and more for your protection all these years and your continuous fight for freedom and peace for all. We will cherish what you have given us, and we will continue to honor the winds you bless us with.

May the Wind be ever-present and everlasting.

With many thanks, and very happy birthday,

Jean Gunnhildr, Diluc Ragnvindr, and the Knights”

His hands shook as he gripped tightly to the card. He bit down hard on his lip, a futile attempt to stop himself from breaking down in front of other people.

He couldn’t help it, not when Jean’s words had touched his heart so deeply. He was not deserving of thanks. The people of Mondstadt had always fought for themselves and their freedom. He hardly did anything.

He kept denying each claim thrown his way. He was not the one to thank for anything. He did not deserve such praise. It was all them— the people. It was all them— the Four Winds. If not for them, Mondstadt would not be standing tall like it was.

His shoulders heaved as tears fell from his eyes and stung his cheeks. A realization passed through his mind, but he refused to believe it. He wouldn’t believe it, because that would be quite selfish.

If not for him, Mondstadt wouldn’t even be here.

He denied that thought too. He would deny it all, because all the things he did for Mondstadt were small and menial.

A prayer entered his ears just then, and he suddenly went stiff. He glanced up, his red and teary eyes meeting yours. A tear slid down his cheek once more as he was met with a soft expression on your face.

He hasn’t seen that look from you in a long time. He swallowed the lump in his throat and quickly wiped his tears, wanting to leave no trace that he had been crying. He took a long swig of the dandelion wine in front of him and sighed loudly as he slammed the glass back down onto the table.

He wished he had been drunk when he read that letter. That way, he wouldn’t have foolishly let his mask break like he did.

Diluc bid him one last ‘happy birthday’ and left, leaving him alone with you. You got up from your seat as soon as Diluc was out of sight, and took a seat next to Venti.

“Happy Birthday, Barbatos.” You said softly, holding out a small box and a card. You hoped he would take it, and he did— albeit hesitantly.

His hands were still shaking as he opened your card. The scent of fresh cecilias greeted him, and he wondered if you had scented the card. He took a deep breath, before he silently read out the message on your card.

“Happy Birthday,

The last time I said this, we were on top of the hands of your statue, overlooking the nation you worked so hard to build.

We were laughing, basking in the sun, and your wings enveloped me like a safety blanket. Whenever we were together, I felt safe and protected. I felt like nothing could harm me as long as I was right there by your side, tucked in your arms and hidden by your wings.

The last time we celebrated your birthday, we had gotten so incredibly wasted that Gwen and Klaus had to personally escort us home. The day after, well… I’m sure you remember what happened that night…

I often find myself missing them. All of our friends. And when I do, I think of you… and how heartbroken you must feel watching all of them go while you continue living.

One day, I will go too. And that’s part of the reason I left.

I miss the wine Gwen brewed during that one Weinlesefest. Do you remember it? She also made it for your birthday two years in a row. Did she continue making it every year after that?

I miss Klaus’ deadpan jokes. They remind me of Arbor. I often find myself missing Arbor, as well, despite everything.

Ah, sorry for getting all emotional all of a sudden. But that’s what we both do best, huh?

Happy Birthday My Beloved Barbatos. Even if we are far apart and we have decided our paths should not cross any longer, I miss you dearly. And I will always love you.

May this birthday be one of many, many more to come. May the Wind live on forever in this world, as well as the memory of you and Kairos.

Just as Gwen always said: ‘As long as the wind blows, Barbatos will protect Mondstadt.’

With love, eternally,

(Name)”

He felt the warmth of your lips a final time under the lights of the tavern, with a heavy heart hammering inside his chest.

— a/n:

so yes, this takes place in the TATT universe, this fic. and yes this was half angst bc i literally cant write anything without angst in it (sorry guys)

anyways happy belated birthday to my favorite bard and wind god <3 he’s been my favorite since day 1, and i didn’t get to do a birthday post for him last year, so i did one this year! even tho it’s 2 days late 😭 but it’s the thought that counts!!

if you’ve been reading my venti fics for awhile now, then u know that the “as long as the wind blows, barbatos will protect mondstadt” is a common mantra in all of them - so ofc i had to put it here as well :))

© 2024 mikashisus. do not copy, repost, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[classpectingcaxy]

helloo i need some help figuring out my class!! ik my aspect is breath and i was thinking i might b a prince but im not quite sure,,, could u purrhaps tell me the diffurences between a prince of breath and a bard of breath? tysm ur blog is so cool!! classpect analysis is so metal

I certainly can!

This won't be a proper analysis of each, but more a comparison of the Prince and Bard, followed by an explanation of Breath and how they impact it.

Answer below the cut.

Prince

Princes are the Active Destroyer Class, either destroying their Aspect or destroying by using their Aspect, whichever the situation calls for.

Dirk Strider, for example, is a Prince of Heart. Heart is the Aspect of the soul, the self, and we see him destroy Heart in the form of literally being capable of destroying souls, and destroy USING Heart in the form of using his splintered selves offensively.

Eridan Ampora, likewise, is a Prince of Hope. Hope is the Aspect of imagination, hope, and faith. We see Eridan destroy Hope by destroying the Matriorb, and we see him destroy USING Hope by transforming his faith in science and his imagination into raw energy through his "science wands".

Princes also tend to start with an over-abundance of their Aspect. They simply have too much of it, and it causes them problems. Dirk had too many selves, and it overwhelmed him. Eridan had too much hope, too much faith, and it blinded him and left him wounded in ways deeper than could be healed. In this, they destroy themselves with their Aspect, constantly accumulating more of it under the belief they don't have enough, when in reality they are already suffering the effect of too much before they ever even begin.

Bard

Bards are the opposite of Princes, in more ways than one. Bards are the Passive Destroyer Class, inviting the destruction of their Aspect or inviting destruction of something/someone else through their Aspect.

We see both of these clearly with Gamzee Makara, the Bard of Rage. Rage is the Aspect of Wrath, Fear, and Contrivance. We see the full spectrum of the Bard's powers in full effect in a single event: Gamzee's murder spree.

During the spree he: - Invites destruction through Rage (Wrath) by going on an anger-fueled murder-spree, killing Equius and Nepeta. - Invites destruction through Rage (Fear) by instilling such fear of him into Equius that the blue-blood simply gives in and allows himself to be killed. - Invites destruction both of AND through Rage (Wrath/Contrivance, respectively) by sending Nepeta into such a frenzy that the normally lethal hunter's skill and prowess is useless, so blinded by her anger that she simply charges in without any thought, directly leading to her death. - Invites destruction of Rage (Wrath) through his friendship with Karkat, which proves to be the only method post-murder-spree of keeping his wrath at bay. - Invites destruction of Rage (Wrath, Fear, AND Contrivance) through his constant abuse of sopor slime pre-murder-spree, the ingestion of which destroys his highblood tendencies towards anger, intimidation, and natural ability.

I bring all of that up because it's critical to understand how the Bard works. Bards destroy their aspect and destroy with it, but while a Prince CHOOSES to do this (like with Dirk constantly crafting new ways to split himself, or actively destroying souls), the Bard has this happen to them through the consequences of their actions.

Breath: Bard vs Prince

Breath is the Aspect of freedom, movement, wind, independence. It lends itself well to both Active and Passive classes.

A Prince of Breath would be one who Destroys freedom, movement, wind, and independence, or destroys by using those concepts. They would actively destroy these things, or destroy with these things, in direct ways.

For example, they may destroy freedom by literally imprisoning others, destroy movement by locking them in stasis, destroy wind by forming a vacuum, destroy independence by taking control of others.

Or they may destroy a person/place/thing by freeing the oxygen from their lungs, stopping their heart from moving (thereby stopping it from beating), or some such like that.

They would believe they have far too little Breath of their own, always seeking more, always accumulating more, and always suffering for it until they learn to accept what they have and stop trying so hard to obtain more.

A Bard of Breath on the other hand would be one who invites destruction of freedom, movement, wind, and independence, or invites destruction through freedom, movement, wind, and independence.

They may invite destruction of freedom by calling in an authority they know will put a stop to things, or they may invite destruction of movement by carelessly distracting someone at a crucial moment, causing a severe accident.

Or they may invite destruction through movement by challenging someone to a race, running through dangerous areas they know they can get through, but leading to their opponent dying to the very danger they avoided.

They would likely make choices which lead to consequences that limit or outright remove the concepts of Breath from their life, until such time as the switch flips and they are the fury of Breath given physical form...

Overall, look at it like this:

The Prince knowingly does something to/with their Aspect as an action. The Bard accidentally causes something to happen to/with their Aspect as a consequence of an action.

Afterword

I hope this helps! If not, feel free to ask another question, and feel free to be as specific as you like! The more specific, the better an answer I can give you!

[journey-to-the-attic]

some of the au iks we've been chatting about that i haven't drawn yet!! very much liking this new brush so far, and hopefully i did a decent job of imitating the omori artstyle.... here's to praying that tumblr doesn't mess up the colours and/or quality

a few notes:

i think that in the original game, omori looks younger than sunny because he's the same age as sunny when the mari incident happened, but since the omori ik/sunny ik thing works a bit differently in our au, they both look the same

technically ik doesn't look any different whether its omori ik or sunny ik (i.e. the real ik) in charge, but the brothers can still tell who's in control based on body language, expressions, speech, mannerismsm and whether or not there's any light in her eyes

it's only in the mindscape that omori ik and sunny ik look different

(don't get me wrong though, it's not a split personality - they share memories and such, it's more a matter of what ik's mental state is that defines who's in control. does that make sense?? it probably doesn't)

so omori ik sees herself as the body she occupies, and since she's technically the same person as sunny ik, they look the same

in regards to jiangshi ik: the talisman reanimating her is kept in her clothes, the one on her head was added later by solomon as a security measure

i put it there because it's where the iconic jiangshi talisman goes, but in-universe my reasoning is that jiangshi ik asked for solomon to put it there because she has a very deep-buried subconscious memory of qiqi, and that's where qiqi's talisman is

i would've give jiangshi ik the hat, but i also just wanted to showcase the flopped-over ahoge (for no reason in particular)

these iks on a spectrum of extroverted to introverted: kitsune ik, wind bard ik, astrologist ik, half-adeptus ik, sunny ik, jiangshi ik, omori ik

(though i'd say none of them are extroverts, the ones near the top are more ambiverts)

to scale, kitsune ik's fox form could sit like she is in the drawing in the average person's palm, while wind bard ik's spirit form can be grabbed in a fist and have only her head stick out. they are both Tiny

[baxndaid]

#POSSESSIVE

characters; VENTI, SCARAMOUCHE, CHONGYUN, ITTO, THOMA

prompt; scale from 1-10, how possessive are they?

notes/warnings; toxic relationship, scaramouche >:( crack and yea

ik its a strange selection of characters, but they are my favourites and i love them okay stfu

i . scaramouche ( 10 /✦/ 10 — ) .

did you really expect anything less⁉⁉ this mf is ALWAYS eyeing you whenever you talk to somebody. like, anybody. whether its childe, or la signora, or even a random recruit, he makes sure to curse them in his head, and if their a lower rank, he threatens them when your not looking. he always has to hold something of yours, whether its your hand, your sleeves, your waist, your wrist (his personal favourite) he just gotta do it, he loves feeling in control, guiding and telling you where to go and when to go. also, he is the definition of "you are the most jealous man i know." "you know other men?"

♡

ii . chongyun ( 10 /✦/ 6 — ) .

chongyun definitely gets somewhat possessive, but he wont do much about it. much like scaramouche, he would curse the hell out of anybody who seemed interested in you in his head, giving them icy cold glares as he walked away with you. he cant exactly handle physical touch as he gets warm quite easily, and when he does get hot/gets a fever, it gets worse. hes suddenly loud and chaotic, exclaiming and shouting to everybody around him that your his, and theres nothing you can do about it.

♡

iii . thoma ( 10 /✦/ 4 — ) .

baby boy thoma is too innocent and precious to even think of being possessive over you, he understands your boundaries and wants to respect them, but sometimes he cant help but get jealous whenever you spend time with his master, ayato. he doesnt resent ayato, of course not! but sometimes, he does deliberately put something that sir ayato is allergic to inside his food, just so he gets the warning. isnt he thoughtful!

♡

iv . itto ( 10 /✦/ 2 — ) .

itto is too carefree and unbothered to be possessive at all, hes a bro at heart! he treats you fairly as long as you do the same, and will never cross your boundaries. well, most of the time. hes protective and always stands up for you, and he always makes sure that the streets of inazuma are safe for you to cross, just for you and his gang!

♡

v . venti ( 10 /✦/ 9 — ) .

isnt it ironic that the god of freedom doesnt give you any free will? its almost laughable. whenever you talk to another man, you can feel the wind pick up pace, slowly turning into a storm, channelling barbatos' anger. no, for you, mondstat is not a kingdom of freedom, it is another cage. his piecing eyes will always be there, even when you sleep you can feel his stare lingering on your body. the worst part is, he acts like everything is normal and carefree whenever you see each other in person. hes just a regular bard, after all.

NAVIGATION ♡

[littlestarsprout]

"Legends tell that in ancient times, Barbatos summoned the four winds with the original version. He thawed the snow, drove away vicious beasts, summoned rainfall, and created Mondstadt."

(Note: ik he wasnt carrying the bard or anything, i just felt like drawing both of them and thought it would look more dramatic)

[wannaholdhandswithfictionalmen]

Omg can you do aether or venti? Ik aether isn’t like the most popular character but I love him ;-; how about reader falling asleep on them?

A/n: First of all this is adorable and I did both for you lovely Anon. 💕💕 Hope I did okay with writing Aether. Putting it under read more because these basically turned into full drabbles.

Genre: Straight up fluff

Warning: None

Word count: 1,056

Aether was astoundingly resolute in every adventure you embarked on together, there was always more to do, quests, commissions from the adventurer guild, people who needed help. No matter who it was the small task to the toughest challenge -- oh, a chief needed help hunting, so you spent hours searching for boars and wildlife scared off by Hilichurls. Bringing back even more raw meat than asked for, just in case.

An old woman wanted apples from a tree too tall for her to reach. Aether would climb up and toss them down to you, for you catch them in the basket you held. A small village was getting harassed by Hilichurls, well it was time to wipe them out. A haywire ruin guard was wreaking havoc after treasure hoarders set it off. It would be handled.

Aether wanted to help so much, it was one of his  endearing qualities to give, give, give every bit of aid to others. And there was no one you'd rather spend your days with giving him your own support while he offered his own to every passing stranger. However without a doubt it was exhausting all at the same time.

It made you worry because for aether there was always one more ingredient to gather, material to collect, creature to fight, dungeon to explore. His particular energy seems endless and always moving forward -- it squeezes your heart in a serpentine grip, tighter, tighter, would he push himself too hard? Would he just keep going and going one day and leave you behind? Too slow to keep his pace. 

Today you and Aether have kept very busy, chasing the vague hints in all of Teyvat from some ancient myth said to lead to a grand treasure. You had fought through Hilichurls, treasure hoarders, Fatui agents all racing against each other to find the fabled treasure. It's midday, and your muscles ache fiercely, beyond sore. New bruises and cuts cover your body. 

Aether turned to you, looking you over, brows furrowed with concern, his usual silent stoic determination softens as he gazed at you. 

"Let's rest for a short while." 

"But the treasure?" 

"It can wait. Venturing into danger while tired will do us no good." 

Aether sets up a small camp quickly, sitting down he beckons you to join him. It's a surprise when you seat yourself beside him. It doesn't take long for the depths of your fatigue to hit you full force like a fatal blow from a ruin hunter. Feeling how heavy your eyelids are you can't keep your eyes open and this close you know Aether hears your yawn as you lean against him, sleepily mumbling. "The- the treasure it's very- super important." 

Aether simply smiles, listening to your breathing slow down, seeing your head resting against his shoulder. He brushes his fingers over your forehead, easing the remaining tension in the furrow of your brow with a gentle rub. 

Treasures will come and go, but you? There is only one (Name). Aether wants to make sure you are taking care of yourself, he knows you work hard to keep up with him on a daily basis and you never complain. Always worrying over him, having his back, defending him. You mean so much, words almost feel inadequate to encompass how much he appreciates and adores you. 

"You are far more important. Rest well." 

Venti was spinning some tale of his past, he was open to sharing as you knew of his true nature as a god. It was always exciting to hear each one, Venti as a bard knew how to weave stories that had you in the moment as if you had been by his side even then, witnessing it all with him yet through him. Wonderful and fantastic glances back to centuries ago and sometimes Venti was very forthcoming and certainly proud with his own tales of giving freedom to others, the chance, the choice to change their lives for the better. 

You enjoyed hearing every single one, perhaps his most earnest and enthusiastic listener. 

Venti found one of his new favorite things was seeing your eyes full of glee and wonder at his tales, hearing you gasp in surprise or shock, giggle in amusement. Oh and seeing you smile, wide and bright. He liked that too. 

You were always eager to listen to him, tell a story or sing a ballad new or old. Venti enjoyed the feeling of you watching him so intently. 

Today however, you are too tired, fighting through several camps of Hilichurls, getting attacked three times by those annoying treasure hoarders, a elemental mishap when Venti accidentally pushed you into Cider Lake with a misdirected gust of wind and you spent an hour or so drying out your clothing with your own flames. It was a trying day, still fun though nothing was ever dull with Venti.

You couldn't stay wide awake not even for Venti, you felt your eyes drooping low, blinking rapidly as your head kept falling forward snapping awake just as soon as you fell asleep. Eventually sleep was the foe that bested you today and you leaned on Venti, your cheek pressed on top of his head, his soft hair serving as quite the pillow. 

"And-" Venti paused in his retelling when he felt the weight of your body slumping over on him, confused at first, he shifted slightly, stilling once he heard how slow, soft your breathing has gotten. 

Venti bites back his instinctively gasp of was my tale that boring? Realizing you had looked rather exhausted during the final trek back to Mondstadt. "You are very lucky that I am so fond of you," Venti mumbles with a playful roll of his eyes. "It is quite rude to fall asleep during a bard's tale, an insult to my skills really." The content grin on his lips really seals the deal, anyone else might have offended him but you never. 

Venti thinks he should wake you up, get you somewhere far more comfortable to be resting but he also wants to stay like this for a bit longer, he thinks this is adorable.

"Just a few more minutes." Venti reaches for your hand, entwining your fingers with his. He hums a tune while watching the sparkling stars lit up the night sky. 

[concealedbybreeze]

engagements | lewyn

On this night, the wind brings in a most peculiar bard.

Lewyn thanks the professor and accepts his gift with grace. Onto his finger a ring--with the initials L.S.--is slipped. As he looks out to the event grounds, he ruminates why he’s here. Cutting back and having some fun is all part of a healthy lifestyle, no? And with all the burdens he’s placed onto his shoulders, the poor guy could use a break. He fully intends to use this night as one to recharge, whilst being a delight to those around him. Besides, if he’s lucky, he might meet someone interesting. It’d take another miracle to have the love of his life waltz right onto the dance floor, but a few new friends isn’t too much to ask for.

Plans

Find another one of his old comrades

Learn a thing or two about a foreign land

Play a few songs

Enjoy a nice dance

Interact with someone who can teach him about nobility

Engagements

1. CH (Coirpre)

2. I (Ike)

3. A.v.V (Azelle)

4. E (Edain)

5. MvM (Maria)

Outfit

This is the one and only time he’ll don his Silessean royal garb. His hair isn’t long or done up like his second-generation design, but Lewyn thinks the outfit given to him when he returned to his homeland strikes the perfect balance between comfort and formality. Stashed away in his belt satchel is his trusty lyre, intent on wooing the hearts of his peers.

[luxdea]

( Send 📝 to see a journal entry my muse wrote about your muse! | @bransles​ )

ik we haven't interacted much yet but 📝 if u want!

     THERE IS A bard who’s path keeps crossing with my own. several times i have seen him now as i pass to & from villages. at first, i thought that, maybe it was simply coincidence, but now i am beginning to wonder if, maybe, there maybe something more to his story.

     NOT THAT I think he is doing anything wrong. i learned long ago that there are rarely any coincidences in those who you encounter during your journey. & for us to meet again & again makes me wonder what the reason might be. why has hylia deigned to gather us again & again?

     EVEN THERE, AS she wrote in her journal, she could hear his music from just outside of the stable, drifting into the open doors with the wind. she took a moment to listen, a smile spreading across her face.

     HE IS A curious man, that bard.

     AT LEAST, HE seems kind. when i fell ill a few weeks back & was pushing myself too hard traveling as normal & making elixirs, he was the one who stopped me & convinced me to rest. i am grateful that he was there. if he hadn’t been, i am unsure what would have become of me. i have yet to truly thank him for that.

      I SHOULD FIND a way, as soon as i am able.

[bxsh-wxck]

dungeons and dragons classes. bold what definitely applies to your muse, italicize what somewhat applies.

results: multiclass, paladin/wizard---

barbarian  —  

toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs .

bard  — 

homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks,no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

cleric  — 

 list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

druid  —  

bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping,saving worms off the sidewalk, pig  latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

fighter  —   

goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of  iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots,stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

monk  —  

always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

paladin   —  

school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

ranger —  

herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

rogue  — 

flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

sorcerer —

infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses,mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

warlock  —  

knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

wizard — 

piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies,coming home after a long day.

[cassiefisherdrake]

1, 9, 13, 32!

thanks for the ask, ike!! I answered 1 + 9, so here’s...

13. Introduce your current party

In the campaign I play in, I play as Behzad, a human (desert) ranger with wolf companion Anwaara. Behzad is a scaredy-cat dad friend and also Strong Boy (TM), being a farmer’s son and longbowman. Anwaara is a badass motherfucker who is scared of nothing and our team’s tank! The other most active member other than myself is a blue dragonborn warlock named Yanys Pergil, with psuedodragon familiar Harvey! Yanys wears a blindfold, have a withered arm, and loves to ask out-of-the-blue questions and deceptions, but they’re a (chaotically) good sort -- we think! There is also Ilikan, a goliath druid who’s apparently here just to have a good time and thought we seemed like the place to have it, haha. Three members come and go as they can make games: Rhogar, a red dragonborn who believe fire cleanses all it touches; Maren, a high elf barbarian with a serious love for fighting and arm-wrestling matches; and Gil, a halfling rogue with a penchant for asking exciting questions.

In the game I DM, @dwarfstarscast... I’m the DM!! My players include Reydira, a moon elf druid who is the first person to leave her commune in 40 years; Hethin, a human cleric of a nature deity with a strong personality who is displaced from her homeland; Alejandro (Alex), a human paladin of the god of kinship/connection with a military background; Barthomir, a dwarf bard and former pirate; and Candle in the Dark, a tabaxi rogue with a love for disguises and upside-down push-ups like a Bro.

sorry that was so long-winded I got excited hahaaaaaa;;;;

32. What role do you like to play the most?

I like playing DPS! Secondarily, I like playing healers, haha. I just love being able to attack/spellcast with huge amounts of damage for afar and occasionally offer buffs to my friends!

[inkblccded-moved]

9. why were you drawn to each one of your characters?, 11. is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?, 19. for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

multimuse asks ; accepting 

@luck-crowned​

Jay i can’t believe how long this answer is about to get.

9. why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

Huaisang’s main draw for me was the fact that he isn’t some great cultivator or an amazing fighter? I have a weak spot for tacticians and family disappointments and he’s both so I treasure him.

I originally wasn’t going to pick up Jiang Cheng, but the more I saw of him the harder I fell for him. He’s full of rage and love and emotions, he’s very much like a storm. Also, he loves dogs and that’s super important to me.

I added Song Lan because he’s big, stoic and gay and that's all the reason I need.

Wei Wuxian was a MISTAKE, but now he’s stuck here 

Lan Jingyi was added because hes smol and loud and cute and he’s got that family disappointment energy that i’m super attached to

Ja’far is queen on my blog FOR SO MANY REASONS. His loyalty, his intelligence, his mom-friend energy, his protectiveness, hIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I COULD HONESTLY SCREAM ABOUT JA’FAR FOR HOURS

I added Kouha because i love that tiny, bloodthirsty shithead. He’s so ready to brawl but also he loves his family and friends so much im so weak what an angel

Masrur was purely an impulse add and he doesn’t say much but i love him? I love his pride and his sarcasm and i just,,,, my good red lion,,,,

Titus has that “fuck the rules, I do what I want” energy but he goes from using it to be an absolute shithead to using it to save people and adopt a small child who would have otherwise died from having her life-force siphoned off to power the magic city they live in and you can probably guess from that why I needed him on my blog

Soren is my absolute favorite FE character. My tiny gay dragon. so harsh, so savage, but cares so much about the people he loves. A work of art, truly a masterpiece.

I added Takumi because Tracie added Leo. Takumi drew me to him because he’s just,,,,he’s so many levels of Chaotic Stupid I treasure him, what a fucking idiot.

NILES IS HERE BECAUSE I GUESS I LIKE WRITING THOTS FOR SOME REASON IDK WHY. He has self-esteem issues and that makes him qualify as a muse of mine i guess

Ryoma is here because he’s a dumb spicy lobster boy and I cannot resist him.

Inigo/Laslow is here because again, I guess i just really like writing dumb slutty boys. But that aside I really enjoy his ‘keep smiling, even when life hurts’ mentality? Like? that’s so hhhhh,,,he’s a good boy.

GIEVE. GIEVE. WHERE DO I START WITH GIEVE??? HE”S JUST??? PERFECTION??? HE’S A SLUTTY, BISEXUAL ARCHER BARD WHO SECRETLY CARES MORE THAN HE LETS ON??? HE MEETS LITERALLY ALL OF MY STANDARDS

Soo-Won is here because he’s complex and fascinating and also very very pretty and I just,,, I’m such a sucker for characters that play dumb only to be lowkey super capable. See: Huaisang

Again. Jae-Ha is,,,,everything I could ever desire in a muse,,,,HE”S JUST SO,,,, HHHH,,,,BOY,,,,,IM LOVE,,,

Yotaka is here because i loved the ONE ARC HE WAS IN SO MUCH and also he’s gorgeous and also also, i love picking up minor characters so I can flesh them out.

TAE-JUN,,,, I’M SHAKING,,,, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IS THE ONLY REASON I NEED TO GIVE BUT HE’S ALSO SO SOFT AND EMOTIONAL AND THAT FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT ENERGY GETS ME EVERY TIME YO

Hiryuu is, again, that kind of minor character that I love to love, but honestly I was super drawn to his? Loving nature? Like? what a good, affectionate dragon man,,, I’m crying,,,,

SANZO. Sanzo is a great example of my OTHER perfect muse type. See on one side you’ve got my thotty bard type and then on the other you have my spicy depressed bitch type and GOD. SANZO. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He cares so more than he lets on, i’m weak. I love the gun monk

Kurogane is here because Kit’s Fai is here but also because I’ve had his muse for ACTUAL DECADES? So, yknow. he lives here. he’s such a good man, so loving and protective and his character development gets me so much hhhhhh

Johann is EVERYTHING TO ME. Minor character again, mom energy again, Loving and Protective again, BUT ALSO ADD TO THAT BEING 100% FLAMBOYANTLY, OPENLY GAY, i’m crying, he’s PERFECT. 

Vanitas is a fucking garbage shithead gremlin and i love and hate him in equal measure. He has been doomed to die since the first fucking chapter and i honestly can’t wait, put him down. (but also don’t, please don’t hurt my baby)

Jin is here because Samurai Champloo is one of my favorite shows ever and Jin has been my boy, like Kurogane, FOR DECADES.

Arslan is here because he is the goodest child ever to live and I needed a good son to balance out all these fucking AWFUL PEOPLE on my blog.

11. is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

I’ve been thinking of adding Narsus from Arslan Senki, but I'm one of the only Arslan Senki roleplayer on tumblr and it brings depression ashgfkl

I’m also tempted by many book characters, including but not limited to Kaladin and Renarin, Elodin from Name of the Wind, and Childermass from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.

19. for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

I’m gonna actually just separate this into source material unless there’s a specific one that a muse wants.

My MDZS muses really aren’t craving anyone in particular but I’m always happy to see more blogs pop up.

Magi muses are pretty happy too, but again, more Magi peeps are never a problem

Soren wants an Ike REALLY BADLY, but that aside my other FE muses are pretty chill.

Gieve would love to have a Farangis, Jaswant and/or Daryun around. Arslan wants a Daryun and an Elam and Narsus, if I add him, also would love to have a Daryun and an Elam around.

Almost all of my AkaYona muses want more Hak in their lives!!!!!!!! Soo-Won would also like to have some of his generals around. He enjoys them. Jae-Ha misses his pirate mom. Yotaka would be really happy to have a Princess Kouren around. Tae-Jun wants Heuk-Chi and/or Kyo-Ga in his life, and Hiryuu would love to have Guen around he would be a very happy dragon king.

Sanzo says he wants no one around but thats a lie, i would kill for him to have ANY of the other Saiyuki boys around tbh

Kurogane would like the rest of his group around.

Johann and Vanitas are just happy with what they have, they don’t need to ask for more

Jin needs his dumb friends pls thank you

AAAAND that’s it!

[journey-to-the-attic]

Concept for the Wind Bard Au: since Ik's human form is an artificial man made vessel rather than her body actually changing form, she exits it whenever she switches back to wisp form, and it leaves the homunculus body empty but still physically there. When she gets especially stressed out she switches back into wisp form instinctively, and to an outsider it looks a lot like her soul leaving her body, and the empty homunculus left behind looks a lot like a corpse.

So imagine Mammon accidentally startles her somehow, and she panics enough that she poofs into wisp form. The others come running at the sound of Mammon's scream and it takes teeny little Wisp Ik a while to get their attention as they just panic among themselves because, to them, it looks a lot like she just dropped dead.

wisp ik has to fly directly at satan and smack into his face get his attention, at which point he alerts the others, who are all just YELLING at each other in panic

i reckon wind bard ik would use her ability to just leave her body to get out of stuff - for example, when she has to sit in at a student council meeting

while levi's staring around the room, bored out of his mind, he spots something pale and green-ish move in the corner of his eye, and immediately whips his head around to ik - who, sure enough, is slumped over slightly in her chair, and suspiciously still.

unfortunately ik's done this enough times that lucifer immediately notices the little wisp attempting to sneakily fly out the window, so she doesn't get away in time...

[gascon-en-exil]

Mercilessly Judging the Camus Archetype

Per request by Markoftheasphodel, here’s a bonus round of the Mercilessly Judging series, in which I’ll be using my discriminating taste and considerable experience with hot (and not-so-hot) gay sex to grade that most curious of Fire Emblem character archetypes, the Camus. What was probably intended to be written as a figure out of classical tragedy has instead morphed into an only occasionally tragic sex symbol, because that’s what you get when your namesake is the male equivalent of Helen of Troy. Since I like my men like I like my roux - rich, seasoned, and thick in just the right places - I’m especially well-equipped for this undertaking.

The Arbitrary Requirements

Slotting characters into FE archetypes can be a slippery business, and so to get that part out of the way first I’ve settled on the criteria I’ll be using to determine who will end up on this list. These guys must possess at least three of the following traits:

Unrecruitable, at least in the main game or the game/route in which they fulfill the Camus role

Unwavering loyalty toward his country and/or a major antagonist

Blond

Black armor/clothing

A legendary weapon

A paladin or other horse-mounted class

They must also be male, both because I am absolutely not the person to ask when it comes to judging women and because the female Camus, a.k.a. the Ishtar, comes with traits of her own, such as a greater predisposition toward magic and a romantic inclination toward the antagonist to whom she’s loyal. The latter trait is obviously absent from their male counterparts, except in Tellius because of course.

Camus/Zeke/Sirius - Camus classic

This man’s dick has caused world wars. It’s that amazing. Has identity issues that are only worsened by his roleplaying and use of aliases. Long-term value is questionable as he has a tendency to outlive the countries he serves...but hey, at least he has a long term unlike half the guys here.

9/10 - The greatest sex you will ever have, but loses a point because when it comes time to settle down it’ll be pretty low-rent.

Eldigan - Camus père

An idiot, but not as much of an idiot as his two college buddies. His sister wants to sleep with him. Is the only guy on this list to have spawned a little Camus of his own (Shiro and Siegbert don’t count.).

5/10 - Suffers from a short amount of screentime and loyalty to a mere arc villain, and not even an interesting one at that. Saved only by brother kink.

Ares - Camus fils

The aforementioned little Camus. Wishes he was as cool as his dad, but at least he’s recruitable. Has no sister to get all hot and bothered, but he’s got a first cousin for that as well as an orphaned prostitute dancer. 

7/10 - Actually gets to be a king in the end, but Naga help Agustria if he doesn’t have competent people supporting him. Also...cousin kink, maybe?

Reinhardt - magic Camus

So threatening as a boss that the only safe strategy for his map is apparently warpskipping. Does not want to bone his sister even though this is Jugdral, and he gets cockblocked by the setting equivalent of the Antichrist possessing the body of a teenage boy. Harsh.

4/10 - Too waifish for the role. Is much better in Heroes, or so I’ve heard.

Perceval - gay Camus

The smartest man on this list since he sees the wisdom in joining up with the fifteen-year old ginger with the inexplicably gigantic harem on the word of his boyfriend - or a prostitute dancer who happens to know his boyfriend, close enough. Is what Elffin will be coming home to after he’d done traveling the world doing Bard Things.

10/10 - FE6 needs a remake just for him. Who wouldn’t want to come home to such a devoted retainer?

Galle - flying Camus

Has the honorable but doomed soldier and tragic unattainable love interest parts of the role down pat, but kind of an outlier otherwise. He’s more like Arion redux, who’s not on this list because I kind of forgot about him. Oops.

3/10 - He and Arion have the option to not die, I guess? Kind of takes the wind out of the whole loyalty thing. A real Camus puts his loyalty to his nation above the needs of his dick, guys.

Murdock - roadblock Camus

See, now here’s an FE6 anti-villain Camus done right. Not very interesting, mind you, but he gets the point. To think that the entire game wouldn’t have happened if he’d just been a better babysitter.

4/10 - Too bulky, too purple, and too dead. More than two decades of service to wind up as the least engaging Camus is a game piled full of them. That’s his real tragedy.

Linus - ‘roid rage Camus

Allergic to shirts and seriously needs to calm down. He might look like perfect one-night stand material, but that’s not the Camus way.

6/10 - Misses the mark, but I wouldn’t kick him out of bed. Is very...attached to his brother. Best enjoyed as a pair.

Lloyd - goatee Camus

The least Asian swordmaster boss ever. Embraces tranquility in the face of death befitting of the archetype much better than his brother.

6/10 - Equally as hot in his own way, even if it’s still non-standard. His Heroes artwork is a new degree of heinous, though.

Bryce - old Camus

The Rider of Daein no one cares about, least of all Ashnard. At least he’s packing a legendary lance, the confusingly-named Wishblade. 

3/10 - Is not too likely to die since his boss has a much bigger movement range, but is also not too likely to have any kind of resolution. Might have been better in his prime.

Levail - uke Camus

His loyalty to a man who’s never going to give him the D is beyond reproach, mostly because that man is also a Camus dealing with his own cocktease situation. That’s just how Sephiran likes to keep his underlings in line.

4/10 - Very definitely a bottom. Presumably commits suicide if you kill Zelgius before him since he knows he’ll never get laid now.

Zelgius - dramatic Camus

Is Ike’s foil down to his having to choose between a bishonen caster and his faithful lieutenant, but Zelgius chose poorly in the end. Props for pulling off the Black Knight schtick with far more gravity than any Camus before or since. It’s hard to beat a concealed identity and a dramatic reveal. Or cold-blooded murder.

7/10 - Gets a sexy shirtless scene and numerous guys who want his cock (including Valtome, to everyone’s displeasure), but he remains true to his archetype in the end by standing by the one man who’ll definitely get him killed.

Yen’fay - Asian Camus

Asian racial stereotyping in a Japanese-made game...so confusing. He fights you in an active volcano, which is pretty badass. Also, his Spotpass recruitment doesn’t cancel out his death thanks to alternate universe shenanigans. Imagine that.

2/10 - Has non-sexy sister angst and...not all that much else, really. Since he’s a stereotype he presumably has a tiny dick.

Xander - woobie Camus

A sensitive soul carrying around a lot of familial trauma who longs for a loving father and a fabulous pink ensemble. Not psychologically cut out to be a Camus and he knows it, but funny what accidentally murdering your own sister will do for your motivation. Likes to spout contradictory ideas about the nature of justice to disguise his own fatalism...or because the writers were sloppy.

8/10 - Has way too many issues to be all that stable, but he’s undeniably hot and plays his part to a tee. Would ride his giant carrot any day.

Ryoma - shonen Camus

Blew off Camus class because it was too Eurocentric for him, so all he knows is how to be arrogant and dickish and then commit ritual suicide at exactly the right time to make you cry over how good and honorable he was. Would have been significantly more palatable if the story ever acknowledged that he’s kind of an asshole.

5/10 - Actually is the head of state during his tenure as a Camus, but he’s clearly been cast in the wrong role. In the endgame boss gauntlet ranks below the Obviously Evil minor villain duo...fail.

Berkut - psychotic Camus

First fully-voiced Camus, and he’s doing a lot better there than Zeke. Goes off the deep end in a terrible way, killing both his fiancée and his gay hanger-on in the process. Still has undeniable style and gravitas for a remake addition.

7/10 - The explicit afterlife redemption leaves a bit of a sour note, but it’s easy to see why Fernand wants him so badly. Let’s hope that his obvious inadequacy issues aren’t stemming from anything below the belt.