#harbinger Venti

[bahbzxxx]

The Venti I invented on Character ai is such a dilf I CANT

it started out as a rebellion against harbinger Venti and now we are on that little island in the distance and now I have a tattoo on my u-know what…🙀

Doing this for character development nothing else nothing else I say

[ink-blot-thoughts]

It is so eternally funny to me that the Fatui have acquired every single gnosis peacefully... except for Venti.

Zhongli had his contract, Yae Miko traded Ei's, Nahida also traded hers and Ei's, and Neuvilette just gave that shit away. Like we're introduced to them as stealing all the Gnoses and then they drop that shit immediately.

Even worse, they steal it from Venti. Fucking Venti. Mr Had a 500 Year Nap. Mr Tells His City To Be Free and Fucks Off. Mr Steals Wine For Himself. That dude. That's the one it was necessary to dropkick.

Like Signora could have sauntered up with an apple in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other and Venti would have given up his gnosis faster than you can say 'Freedom'.

And even if we go with the theory that Venti knows much more than he let's on, he would've have probably given it away anyway considering what we know now about the third Descender and all.

Like Signora had zero need for the bitchslap-dropkick-combo but she needed the Fatui to have a girl boss reputation so she did anyway. Rate. We stan a proactive Queen ig.

[nekosoda]

I headcanon Venti and Columbina as siblings/sibling figures for eachother.

[blitzyn]

payback pt.2

venti's gnosis x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.

first part

a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls

wc -> 1.6k

cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read

You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.

You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.

You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.

You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.

Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...

You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.

You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.

You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.

The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.

You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.

You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.

You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.

It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.

You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.

You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.

Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.

"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.

The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.

Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.

The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.

You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.

You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.

You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –

"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."

You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.

"My Lord?"

You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.

It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.

You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.

The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.

"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.

"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"

"I heard you."

"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.

You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.

You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.

You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.

Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.

You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.

cross-posted on ao3

[ilseofskadi]

zhongli is an old cat lady change my mind

[projectsumine]

Genshin Impact Mafia AU

Lumine is a mafia princess who leads The Abyss, a mafia syndicate. She leads The Abyss after Aether misses and no one knows his whereabouts.

Fatui Harbingers

A Snezhnayan Intelligence Agency who actually runs a mafia business owned by Tsaritsa. The Abyss and Fatui have been a rival business for a long ago. Every member of Fatui runs the business branch, except Childe.

The Archons

A high-society social club filled with powered people. There are artists, governors, and even academicians. Aether was a member of The Archons before he missed.

[bookishnerd99]

And here I thought I'd be pulling for Navia next banner.

Then hoyoverse dropped her as a nuclear bomb °~°

I'm THIS close to saying adios to my f2p status.

[sgrimp]

fatui impact

[zvphyr]

. ִ ֗..envy looms over them, pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears.

˖ ࣪ ‹ FOR envy is a cold blooded killer, slithering through slips and cracks between ones mind, filling any gaping voids their melancholy couldn't. . .

─ TO SUMMARIZE, the position of an archons lover comes with great responsibility and great sacrifice..

. ִ ֗ cws ; yandere behavior, dark themes, death, descriptions of dead bodies, light gore, slight mindbreak, imprisonment.

CRIES AND WEEPS WERE HEARD AS A THICK MELANCHOLY FILLED THE AIR, a newfound grief swallowing the crying figure whole. Hands shaky and bloodied, the metallic smell fills their lungs as they choke back venom, cursing upon the name of the one who bore responsibility of this crime.

A different figure approached the weeping one, kneeling down beside them but their demeanour unfazed. No tears left their eyes, for they knew their crying lover would soon return to their senses, sacrifices must be made, and not everyone proves themselves worthy of seeing another day.

˖ ࣪ ‹ “HEAVY EMOTIONS BURDEN YOU, MY BELOVED, WHY'S THAT?”

The bards smooth voice taunted them, for the blood staining his hands was far too visible despite not being there anymore. The voice which once sang and whispered the sweetest of love poems to them now disgusted them, for they knew he was the one who caused their loved ones death.

Poor poor soul, the blood from their veins spilling onto the ground and dirtying the mourning figures clothes with a deep crimson, the corpse almost unrecognizable. Grief filled the crying persons heart, staring down at what was left of the one who was so full of life mere hours ago. A shame, truly. Tears spilled down their eyes as they cursed the anemo archon under their breath.

Their eyes glued onto the fresh corpses face, the poor souls face twisted in horror and frozen in utter fear. His hand slithers onto their shoulder, slightly rubbing circles onto it as their cries fell upon deaf ears, for he doesn't regret his actions and would not hesitate to do this again.

The figure of the anemo archon's beloved was one regularly seen amidst Mondstadt's bustling roads, always so quick to start a conversation, everyone knew their name yet nobody quite knew them. Soft summer breezes danced around them with every step they took, as they listened to their partners honeyed words.

Nobody quite caught onto their pain, nobody quite saw past their friendly demeanor as they had to beg the archon to spare the lives of the ones they interacted with, promising to never leave his side as he held a blade to their throat.

Perhaps this was their fate, to forever remain in his grasp and suffer the consequences of giving into his love, for the wind carried their cries and ushered them away, never to be heard again.

˖ ࣪ ‹ “THE GRIEF IS TEMPORARY, DEAREST, AND I BELIEVE BOTH OF US KNOW THAT BY NOW, NO?”

Amber eyes stared down at their shaking form, his voice eerily calm as if he wasn't just staring down at what was left of a fresh corpse. Those deep amber eyes which they once gazed at lovingly now sent shivers down their spine, as they couldn't even raise their head to meet them... For they knew those amber eyes hid many secrets, one of them being the fact that the person behind them caused the death of the young person.

The corpse was now beyond recognition, the only thing that they could recognize being a mere scrap of fabric left behind from their tattered outfit. Crushed to death, most of the corpse was gone yet the deep bloodstain and the organs spilling out of what was left of their torso was enough to make them sick to their stomach as they cried, cursing the geo archon under their breath.

He didn't kneel beside them, choosing to instead tower over the crying figure, he only slightly did so to tap on their back, a silent threat.. for their contract clearly stated that crying over or mourning someone who wasn't their beloved would be considered deep betrayal and would result to breaking the contract.

The geo archons beloved was seen around Liyue quite a lot, too. Fairly less talkative and hanging off of the arm of their partner, one normal couple that seemed so passionate about one another as the illusion of pure love was strong. Rocks could turn into mush from the lightest of touches from them, noises of jewels hanging off of them clinking together were like a sirens song to their partner.

And yet, it was all an act. Merely a play, to have others believe nothing was wrong with the two of them when the red flags of their relationship were just so many. People they interacted with a little too much would go missing, as would a piece of their soul as they'd betray the contract binding the two lovers together.

Perhaps this was their fate, to forever remain in his grasp and suffer the consequences of giving into his love, for the depths of the tall caves muffled their cries, never to be heard again.

˖ ࣪ ‹ “YOUR TEARS PROVE WEAKNESS, HOWEVER DO YOU BELIEVE WE WILL ACHIEVE OUR ETERNITY WHEN YOU'RE SO INCAPABLE?”

Her expensive perfume filled their lungs as they inhaled sharply, one they were used to all too well. The airy perfume haunted them even in their slumber, one that they initially enjoyed breathing in now made them want to lose their sense of smell completely. That sweet, sweet fragrance drowned out the metallic smell lingering onto her skin, for they knew all too well it was her to blame for this inhumane crime, and she was wearing it with pride.

The corpse was still fairly intact, blood spilling out of their mouth and down onto the floor as it seemingly wouldn't spot, electro scars clear on their skin. Electrocuted to death, the sheer intensity and speed of the electricity which hit them causing an immediate death. Despite her cold words, their tears just wouldn't stop as they sniffled, silent tears falling into the nasty puddle of blood. Choking back their tears they cursed the electro archon under their breath.

She didn't lower herself to them, merely scoffing as she threatened them to stop making a scene with the crackling of thunder in the distance, they knew they'd be next if they didn't cut it out. They wiped their tears, breath still shaky as they held in the tears, for they knew they had to be strong for the sake of their life.

The electro archons beloved was never seen. A mystery on their own, wandering through the halls of their current residence with the archon and making servants think they were some sort of ghost. Usually locked up in her plane of euthymia, they'd have to beg for countless hours just to be let out for even a few minutes to breathe in fresh air. Electricity surged through their fingertips, answering to their calls, it was but another mark of ownership, another thing she did to claim them.

Whenever they were let out however, they'd be under high surveillance, despite the fact they were there for barely five minutes until they'd be brought right back to their lover, isolated within the depths of her very mind, the threat of never being let out again lingering in their mind. And if they did interact with someone? Well, they'd be dead in an instant, this scenario would replay itself as she'd force them to stop crying and drag them back to their prison home.

Perhaps this was their fate, to forever remain in her grasp and suffer the consequences of giving into her love, for the rain and crackling of thunder silenced their cries, never to be heard again.

˖ ࣪ ‹ “. . .”

Her touch chilled them to the very core as merely her presence caused the already impossibly low temperature to drop, the very touch they once yearned for making them flinch away from her gloved hand. They were used to her touch all too well, despite that, to know the very sin she had just committed drove them away, the very tears in their eyes almost freezing before leaving their eyes from the cold. Snowflakes dancing between them yet they could only pay attention to the corpse before them.

Fully intact and almost alive looking yet that peaceful expression could not hide her disgusting actions. Sharp pieces of ice that bloomed from the very ground piercing through their flesh, a clean kill yet just seeing their loved ones body frozen and impaled in such inhumane ways made their eyes turn into waterfalls. Tears trickled down their cold cheeks as they cursed the cryo archon under their breath.

She lowered herself slightly, hand onto their shoulder as it slightly slithered to their collarbone, her every touch practically leaving an icy imprint onto their very soul. She pulled them back a little, and they got the hint. Sniffling a little they got up, shaking from the cold and the tears they let her pull them into her embrace, buried deep within her heavy coat.

The figure of the cryo archons beloved was a fleeting one, never seen outside her palace and even there.. the servants were barely aware of them, gossip making it's way through the dark halls, creepy stories of a sickly pale figure, the archons very beloved hidden away deep within the palace. The only one who knew of their existence fully being the Jester, the archons most trusted harbinger. He who had seen them full of life once, sunkissed skin and eyes with genuine life behind them, now had caught sight of them as a breathing corpse.

Her promises of fixing a world where they'd eternally be safe and never hurt again lingered in their mind, she excused her imprisonment of them as a safety precaution, for the world was "far too dangerous" for them, despite their strength. Rarely let out, and only during formal events, they'd be seen sometimes.. perhaps buried under her coat or just by her side and not interacting with anyone else, for bad things would happen if they did. The Jester had caught their gaze once, and maintaining eye contact with them even for a second caused a chill to go down his spine, he knew that look all too well. A silent cry for help, eyes sunken from tears and deep dark circles visible on under their eyes, a gaze which haunted his nightmares for multiple nights.

Perhaps this was their fate, to forever remain in her grasp and suffer the consequences of giving into her love, for the snowstorms haunting songs lulled their cries into an eternal sleep, never to be heard again.

˖ ࣪ ‹ . . .ISOLATING the poor soul with the envious god eternally, it's green light flashing within their eyes, the last thing they saw as the cuts and slashes through their skin dug deeper.

─ do not copy, steal nor translate any of my works without explicit permission from me. ++ ignore any mistakes

[ruumirmir]

Isekaing into genshin is fine and all, but it’ll literally be a nightmare

You’re isekaied into genshin, and you essentially just wake up in a unknown land, with no money, no proper clothes, no house, no weapon to your name.  and the worst part? People sometimes forget that the world of Teyvat has its own language. (skipping the fact of language barrier doesn't necessarily make a isekai fic bad, I've just seen a very minimal amount of fics acknowledge it) Me personally? theres gonna be a whole lot of panic breakdowns and crying. which means, you're basically running wild without any way to even talk to people without seeming suspicious (who tf is this stranger, speaking a language that no ones ever heard before?) Visions? powers? Lmao. Sure, you MAY have a chance of having the same privileges' of cycling through the elements just like the traveler, but then again, you’re not exactly a celestial being like them.  And speaking of the traveller, as far as my genshin lore knowledge goes, they’re the ONLY shot you’ve got at potentially returning back home. (seeing your fav characters is really neat, but homesickness would probably make you crumble in a few weeks) Easy peasy task for you. hunt down the traveller and fall to your knees and beg them to help you out. Maybe even take a side quest to search for Nahida for any more potential help. God forbid the fatui find out that theres another descender (you).  Y’know what. Maybe I WILL write out a realistically accurate isekai. I sure don’t see much of those. And fuck you readers, im gonna write in myself as the omnipresent narrator who’s gonna be a voice inside your head. The funniest part? I’m gonna make the reader use “Yin” as their fake name in genshin. Why? cause you’re gonna get a chance to be y/n of course.

[zephyrine-gale]

shop is open!  archon pins are up for PO and harbinger charms are in stock :> link will be below ♡

[bahbzxxx]

Nonono but like what if Venti was a harbinger mk

But like he also whips out “Venti” because he’s so sick of being a harbinger and he just wants to be a vagabond who lives in the forest and play his lyre and write his songs about how he just for once wishes that he could settle things with music and not war, and how the world could handle being a bit kinder for a change, and how he wishes he could be his own person and have what everybody else has, but he may never find that because the hand that fate dealt him. He’s long accepted it, but in his fantasy…Just. One. moment.

His “I want song” attracts the attention of his future ✨Windblume✨, and close to the end of it, he finds the ✨Windblume✨ in question kinda just hiding behind a tree shyly in awe.

At first like…both of them are completely terrified and are just having internal mental breakdowns like

“They just saw me transform and they are lady know my secret, don’t they?”

Or

“ONG I SCARED HIM/THEM nawr:(“

Then ✨Windblume✨proceeds to run off, but they forget ✨something kind of important✨ so Venti makes it his goal to see them again so he can return it to them…

Long story short, the two of them meet again, they find that they actually would make great friends, and Venti offers the ✨Windblume✨ lyre and vocal lessons when he’s not busy being a harbinger…

It starts out like that…just kindness that he wants to spread…but that ✨Windblume✨ kinda do be perfect for him, and they understand each other, and they care about each other…

*it occurs to him, while he sits awake alone at night, reading over the mountains of reports from the knights of favonius about plans to squish out any rebellions…*he knows none of them will work, he’s seen how rebellion works…

That all that’s going through his head is songs…endless songs and music that he has yet to write…about his ✨Windblume.✨

He tries to shake it off, for the both of your sakes…he still hasn’t been able to get over the loss of the nameless bard, and now this? What if he loses you too?

But the more he tries to deny it, to push it down…

Yuh he got a thing for u sis

It gonna be messy

Bonus points if ✨Windblume✨ is part of the rebellion

[ventisweetheart]

What the Genshin men would be for Halloween, with their s/o

Albedo, Scaramouche, Zhongli, Kazuha, Venti, Tartaglia, Thoma, Diluc, Kaeya, Cyno, Tighnari Author's Note: This is just a little Halloween special that I thought would be cool. Happy Halloween everyone <3

✧.*Albedo✧.*

He probably has dressed up and gone trick-or-treating with Klee a few times so, he usually dress up with Klee but, you begged him to go with you this year and so he did.

He would wear something simple. He might dress up as a doctor or a scientist from a film he's watched. Maybe you could get him out of his comfort zone a little.

✧.*Scaramouche✧.*

Absolutely not. Would never dress up, even if you were on your knees begging him to. He would prob go walk around and get candy with you for fun but, will not make a fool out of himself in public.

But if he did I can imagine him being the Scream from those movies

✧.*Zhongli✧.*

He would say that he has more important matters to tend to than to dress up but, he might give in if you convince him enough.

If he did though I can see him being a historical figure.

✧.*Kazuha✧.*

Kazuha would think that its a silly act. He's not judging it but, it's just not something he's interested in doing. He would much rather do something productive.

If you went though, he would probably go to make sure you're safe while you're out so, he might participate just for the fun of it.

He would be a prince of some sort. Like, with a crown, cape, and those fancy shoes. I think it suits him.

✧.*Venti✧.*

He goes trick-or-treating with you every year, and always dresses up. Sometimes I feel like he can be a child at heart.

Would actually dress up as a cat as a joke. Might even wear a dress too just to mess with you

✧.*Tartaglia✧.*

Hear me out, MATCHING COSTUMES

And he would probably want to be something stupid too, like a minion. He likes to have fun so, there's no stopping him. He thinks its so cute when the two of you match. His heart can't take it

✧.*Thoma✧.*

Maid outfit? Maybe? That's what I want to say but, I am not sure if he actually would.

He might if you wanted him to but, only if you did the same..

✧.*Diluc✧.*

Vampire. And he would look hot in it too. You probably bought it for him and he felt bad if he said no. It would also be a good time to put his hair up, since he knows you like his hair that way.

✧.*Kaeya✧.*

Imagine being Elsa

I feel like he would dress up with you but, he wants to be something sexy. Maybe a bat or something with fangs. With his shirt slightly opened in the front..

✧.*Cyno✧.*

Matching ghost costumes? I think that would be really cute.

Since he might not want to show his face, he wants to look all tough. But he might oppose to it if you're going to do it with him.

✧.*Tighnari✧.*

I can see him being a wizard of some sort, and you can be a witch/wizard/ect

He really likes the idea and would love to go trick-or-treating with you also

[genshinincorrectquotes]

[The rescue team comes upon Venti struggling with his torturer; Xiao stops the others from interfering] Xiao: This is something Venti has to do for himself . Venti: No! No, it’s not! Xiao: Oh. [Xiao, Heizou and Scaramouche shoot the torturer.]

[watatsumiis]

Their reactions to your achievements - Part 2

Part one found here! (Characters: Albedo, Ayato, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh)

Content: Just a little series about how certain characters would react to you telling them about something you've achieved, no matter what it is! Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), pre-established platonic relationships, general praise and that kinda stuff!

Characters: Lisa, Tighnari, Thoma, Venti

Lisa is always looking for an excuse to praise you and make you feel good about yourself - despite her sometimes smug and teasing nature, she really is a sweetie at heart and cares deeply about everyone around her, and always seems to know the right things to say to give you that warm fuzzy feeling of accomplishment. She can almost come across condescending at times thanks to her always-sarcastic tone, but she is genuinely really happy for you and so proud of you! She's the first to offer to buy you a celebratory dinner or something like that, it's important to her that you give yourself enough credit for the hard work you do.

Tighnari is nothing if not supportive - no matter who or what the situation, he's always kind and patient and ready to do his very best to make someone feel loved and happy about themselves, and you're no exception. There's always an extra iota of warmth in his eyes and voice when he praises someone he's especially close with - you consider yourself lucky to be on that list. He's always careful not to downplay your achievements and match your energy level so as not to overwhelm you or make you feel like it's not as big of a deal you're making it out to be - though he will hype you up if he feels like you're not giving yourself enough credit, he's a sweetie like that.

Thoma is always, always ready to drop everything and run over to hype you up - he's so unabashedly excited for you. His big grin and the way he matches your energy then suddenly intensifies it by about ten is reminiscent of a small puppy or something along those lines. He's always ready to reward you for a job well done with a tasty snack from his pouch or a lunch out. He'll brag about you to absolutely anybody who will listen (and even people who won't), and will not stand for you trying to downplay what you've done - he's very passionate about the fact that he believes his loved ones should believe entirely and completely in themselves and their abilities.

Venti can come across a little standoffish about it at first, especially if it's not something he quite understands. He may almost brush you off or ask questions as he takes a few moments to process what you've told him and to carefully take in your body language and tone to give him an idea of the appropriate way to react - after that initial confusion, though, he's really great, so genuinely sweet and happy for you, but he doesn't go too overboard with the praise, keeping it to just the right amount.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites (without credit + permission).

[lovesickeros]

it is, frankly, criminal that no one has really gone into detail about what would happen in the imposter au if only the archons knew who you were..like, makes sense!! because they are archons, those closest to celestia. but the implications of an archon, who are usually very protective of their nations, having to fight them to protect the Creator because no one else sees you for who you are?? thats the good shit

like the difference of how archons who pretend to be normal people (zhongli + venti) would handle it vs archons who still directly rule over their nations (nahida, ei, tsaritsa) is *chefs kiss*