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shshshquietnow · 8 months

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Hehe

I like villainous whumpers that are just terrible to everyone. Like whumpee has a special place in their heart, but they take the time to make sure allllll of whumpee's friends feel the love.

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Torrents Under the Skin III

Contents: nightmare torture, claustrophobia (tight spaces, woo!) Panic attacks, derealization (not sure if that's the right one but like... not thinking you're awake?) Paranoia, and I'm sure you'll notice lots more swearing.

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Shit! Fucking hell, she... GRH!

Amaya dashed through the forest, finding the camp she and Ryn had been at before she was fucking kidnapped by the evil sorceress that killed her family.

That now has Ryn, her best friend.

She unshifted, hot angry tears stinging at her eyes as she packed up camp. They had ambushed Invidia on one of her pillagings of a town, Amaya didn't even know where to BEGIN looking for where her lair could be, assuming that's even where she was taking Ryn...

"Amaya," Leruna, Ryn's mentor pulled the shapeshifter aside. Amaya had been an adventurer for some time before the runesmith decided to tag along, a few years of experience, and a few years over Ryn. "You're aware my apprentice has resolved to go adventuring with you, correct?"

Amaya nodded. Even before the apprentice had asked if she could come, she could just SEE the wonder in her eyes at the prospect of traveling the earth, using her magic to aid those in need, learning new magic on the field... hm. Amaya sucked up, hoping she was doing her formalities right. "I am much aware, Madam Leruna. With your permission I was thinking of letting her follow me."

Leruna was silent for a moment, taking off her spectacles to clean them with a cloth. She didn't look back at Amaya when she spoke again. "... she may go, but you better promise to take damn good care of my apprentice. I used to be an adventurer as well you meet all sorts of people... make sure she's out of the way of the bad ones."

The shapeshifter nodded, bowing to the older mage. Ryn had the most joyful look on her face when she broke the news...

And Amaya broke her promise.

She put all the stuff from the camp in her backpack, turning into a horse to race to the next town. Usually looking through libraries and researching and shit was Ryn's job, but that wasn't exactly an option. And according to what the runesmith had been going off about before the two had had their last night of travel together, Bell Haven had the largest magical library in the west.

Amaya shifted back to her human form as she approached the library, a large building with gilded marble and white columns. She tried the door, but it was locked.

She gritted her teeth and slammed her fists against the cold smooth stone. She didn't care if anyone answered- she didn't care if anyone SAW her, just... how could she ever let this happen.

She ran. She ran. Ryn told her to run and instead of insisting on fighting she ran like a coward and Ryn was going to die-

Tears blurred in her eyes... she couldn't bear the idea of getting a room at an inn in this state. She shifted into a wolf, curling up on the steps to the library. As soon as it opened she'd hear.

She'd hear...

"Amaya, was it love?"

The shapeshifter's eyes shot open, sitting upright and snarling at the figure in front of her. Invidia stood tall and sharp, long dark hair flowing around her. She looked like a prim and proper noble, rather than a dark sorceress.

But... they weren't outside the library. Amaya's heart lurched when she didn't feel the ground under her, floating about to be dropped into the abyss.

Normally Amaya would chalk this up as a dream... but she could feel her pounding heart. She was still a wolf as well, which when she was dreaming she was usually human, if not a bird (she's been studying their anatomy for quite some time now, she was getting close she just KNEW it). She could feel her ears flatten, and every piece of fur on her body stand on end as she growled.

"Oh, enough of that." Invidia tsked, snapping her fingers.

All at once Amaya felt her body shifting, the fur retreating to her skin. It was a painful process that had gotten dull over the years, but once it was over and she was human again, her skin crawled.

There wasn't a powerful enough sorcerer in the WORLD to force a shifter out of their form directly. Maybe with mind control, maybe with a pain spell, but to be able to completely work against the natural magic inside of someone when it was so intertwined...

"That's better," Invidia smiled. Amaya would have clawed her to death if her nails were sharp enough, and if she could find the courage to move while in the vast dark emptiness of wherever Invidia took her. "Now we can talk like adults. You're trying to find my doll, aren't you?"

"She's not a doll-" Amaya hissed, bristling. She was terrified out of her wits, but she couldn't STAND to hear Invidia call her that. She hesitated as the sorceress raised an eyebrow, DARING Amaya to keep talking back. "... where am I."

All of a sudden the darkness was blinding, enough so Amaya had to shield her eyes. When it died down, she was... home. Where her family lived. It was exactly like it was the last time she was there... before Invidia ravaged it. "Wherever I want us to be, love. I knew Ryn was more or less the brains of you two, but did you really not realize you were dreaming?"

"If you wanted to torment me, you should have kept me when you had the chance." Amaya said flatly, trying to keep her voice even.

Invidia had the audacity to laugh. "Love, pain is not the only thing I need from your friend. I just know that you will get in my way every chance you get. And I needed a way to... dissuade you."

"The only thing you..." Amaya focused on the floor, she couldn't see her home like this, not only a few months after her family was slaughtered. She sucked in a breath, puffing her chest to intimidate the larger predator, and stared Invidia dead in the eyes. "What do you want from Ryn."

Invidia looked down at the shifter, an unimpressed look. "Every great mage should feel the power of having someone under their complete control, in my opinion. Your Ryn will make a lovely pet."

Amaya felt the hot anger well up in her chest. "That's not what you meant and you know it! What do you need Ryn for, surely- she's a skilled runesmith, you... you need a spell only a runesmith could do or SOMETHING-"

All at once the world shifted again, Invidia disappearing and the four walls of her home closing in around her, until her arms were trapped all scrunched up, the floor rising so she had to bend her knees and tilt her neck at an angle that would hurt to hold.

Amaya did her best to pound on the wooden wall, anger quickly dissolving to panic as her breath grew quick. She was trapped she was trapped and she couldn't move she couldn't shift it was dark and she was trapped-

"No need for that, love," a hand was placed on the ceiling, Invidia must be standing over her, still there. "I already said this was a dream, but I'm glad the message us received."

Invidia's nails ran up and down the wood on top of her. She could barely breath.

"Should you find me," Invidia continued, not paying mind to the shifter's terror. "I have a chest just like this in my cellar. Don't get in my way, and don't look for your friend."

There was no noise, but Amaya could tell the sorceress was no longer there. Tears ran down her face as she struggled to move, her breathing ragged and her throat raw from screaming for what felt like hours.

"Girl? Girlie! Get off the doorstep, people want to get in!"

Amaya jumped up, paws landing on the ground, ears alert. She was getting a disapproving look from an old wizard, whom had nudged her awake with a broom.

The wolf whined, sprinting back to the forest. She couldn't go back in that chest, she couldn't risk invoking Invidua's wrath and endangering Ryn she couldn't do ANYTHING!

Leaves crunched under her legs, before they were pulled out from under her. Hunting trap. Dangling her in a net off the ground. Amaya quickly unshifted and twisted, writhing in the rope, only getting herself more tangled and only making her freak out all the more. She couldn't be trapped not again...

Boots stomped behind her head, a gruff voice sighed. "Hold still for me, I'll cut you out..."

She couldn't see who it was... the one who set the trap certainly. Amaya struggled even harder. Whoever this hunter was, she could cut the net which means she had a weapon. She couldn't tell at first last time, what if this was another dream?! And Invidia was keeping her asleep forever and ever to influence her nightmares and to laugh at her fear-

"You aren't making this very easy, miss." The hunter huffed. "Hold still-... screw it."

Amaya could hear a swiping sound through the air before something hit her, a blunt pain on the side of her head. She doesn't remember anything after, other than the sensation of being cut free.

#whump #whumper #fantasy whump #caretaker #possessive whumper #magic whumpee #shape shifter whumpee #quiet whispering

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human-antithesis · 1 year

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Hermit’s Lair - Human Antithesis https://t.me/Human_Antithesis

Mayhem Country: Norway Genre: Black Metal Formed in: 1984

Lineup:

Jan Axel Blomberg A.K.A. Hellhammer - Drums (1988 - Present)

Morten Bergeton Iversen A.K.A. Teloch - Guitars (2011 - Present)

Attila Csihar - Vocals (1993, 2004 - Present)

Charles Hedger A.K.A. Ghul - Guitars (2012 - Present)

Jørn Stubberud A.K.A. Necrobutcher - Bass (1984 - 1991, 1994 - Present)

Per Yngve Ohlin A.K.A. Dead (R.I.P. 1969 - 1991) - Vocals (1988 - 1991)

Øystein Aarseth A.K.A. Euronymous (R.I.P. 1968 - 1993) - Vocals (1984 - 1986), Guitars (1984 - 1993)

Albums:

1986 - Pure Fucking Armageddon (Demo) 1987 - Deathcrush (EP) 1990 - Studio Tracks 1993 - Live in Leipzig 1994 - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas 1996 - The Dawn of the Black Hearts 1997 - Wolf’s Lair Abyss (EP) 1999 - Mediolanum Capta Est 2000 - Grand Declaration of War 2001 - Live in Marseille 2000 2004 - Chimera 2007 - Ordo Ad Chao 2014 - Esoteric Warfare 2016 - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas Alive 2019 - Daemon 2021 - Voces Ab Alta (Single) 2021 - Atavistic Black Disorder/Kommando (EP)

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carrionhand · 1 year

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walking through the condemnation firing range like nothing will happen. oh hey hubert what are you doing with that

Hi Rex.

The Moonbog is the name of the nocturnal Abyssal realm of the demon lord Jezelda. A single moon shines down from a starry sky on a bleak landscape. The stars might actually be the eyes of favoured wolf companions of the realm's mistress viewing events on the surface.

The realm consists of endless moorlands, wetlands, bogs, fens, and marshy plains, and hezrou demons and fiendishly affected froghemoths stalk the wetlands. The hezrous fight the demon wolves of Jezelda for supremacy and rule over lairs. The most important areas are the hunting grounds of Jezelda on the moorlands, where humanoids from many worlds have been collected to form frightened villages that satisfy Jezelda's appetites for hunting and prey. Lycanthropes and antipaladins of Jezelda stage eternal hunts on the moors, and Jezelda's minions constantly work to keep them populated.

Or the less doggie answer:

Charnalhome is a vast, city-sized house raised above a huge bog filled with vicious, carnivorous plants. Within the house, every room is either guarded by a monster or filled with a trap. Many of Shax's prisoners are tormented by being placed in the house while Shax watches their attempts at escape; this helps him to improve his methods of killing. Sometimes Shax himself will disguise himself as a fellow victim to sadistically feel the fear of his prisoner's at close hand

#ic #meme

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thehardgroove · 2 years

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MAYHEM, detail of “Wolf’s Lair Abyss”, totenkopf.

#mayhem #totenkopf #black metal

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mymelodic-chapel · 4 days

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Mayhem- Wolf's Lair Abyss EP (Black Metal) Released: November 3, 1997 [Misanthropy Records] Producer(s): Kristoffer Rygg

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#black metal #90s #1997 #Mayhem

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ekleipsi · 1 year

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Soft where her legs as she moved with ease through death-scented air, her hands lowering to earth to gather lingering creatures of a long-due by date but forever loved by herself and that of their keeper. A visit that took months in the making, it was a long trip from her lair, from her safe zone to this lonesome settlement but she didn't dare stay away for a second more as she kissed upon brethren legs and nuzzled sisters before placing them upon her back and heading further in.

With soft chitters from her lips, her arms open with delight upon his appearance. "Sir Azzy!" Widow stepped faster, eager to wrap her arounds around his crown and smother him as always within her chest with a delightful laugh. "It has been far too long! You haven't aged a day!" Oh and how she needed him, a sturdy remembrance that she wasn't alone in this strange world and that there were those that enjoyed her species company.

"I bring gifts from across the way." She spoke with ease, retreating to an arms length so she could summon her inventory box to pluck from the air several bags of monster parts that were just easy money makers, but also because her crafting skill allowed her to make things on the spot. Thus - like any parent of any race, she plucked forth blankets and wolf-skin shawls that could make winter think twice of causing cold here. Bones with jewels, some armour of some kind of metal that could be smelted for use elsewhere - some mana crystals weak ones that wouldn't do much for herself but mostly foods for her precious family.

Though for Azzy alone, she pried out an old tome. "Here, this one seems more like for you than for me." Fingers pinch the death-keepers cheek as she rests the grimoire of the dead in his hands with a wink.

--- He was not a deity by any means, though his existence predated all, a primordial entity in all respects, Azrael had walked this earth and many others lifetimes over. To that end, he knew just how long it took the spidren to make her travels to this designated location and he was at all disappointed when she finally arrived and all but smothered him into ample bosom. Unbothered by the gesture as he knew it only as affectionate, he offered a respectful smile in turned as abyssal orbs met those of his companions upon her own back.

--- ' I see they've greeted you once again, the eager things... ' he chuckled, her compliments of his appearance making his smile widen just a bit as fingers lifted to trail along her jaw and then slip fondly through her hair. ' And I never will, of course. You've not aged either, my dear, ever beautiful. ' he purred his own compliments in turn before blinking in surprise at the offer of gifts from her own lair and realm.

--- A small clap of hands as she offered a myriad of things, his eyes glossing over the collection of jewels and armor alike. Some older and ancient in nature, others from more recent times; this was one of his favorite exchanges with her, as a being that loved history and all it had to offer. A remembrance of humanity past, and the nature of life as it were- a constant circle that always resulted in death. ' You've accumulated quite the collection! Many adventurers must have been caught in your webs to have such marvelous treasures, Widow. ' he smiled fondly.

--- When she finally produced the tome though, his mouth opened in surprise. A long, long lost treasure that had once belonged to one of his more ancient cults- he could hardly remember what was kept in the pages, but fingers were gentle as they passed along it. A small flinch as she pinched his cheek, before tenderly cradling the tome with a hum of approval. Though typically someone who maintained the same expression constantly, it was apparent that he was glowing in his own way as he held it.

--- ' This is a treasure indeed, where did you happen upon this one? It's very rare- one of a kind even, I remember it from ages past. Vaguely. ' he scoffed the last word out as a jab at his own age. A pause, before he was pressing a kiss to her cheek. ' A wonderful gift- tell me how I may repay you for such a kindness? Ask of me a favor and I will be more than willing to oblige. '

#wicked necrosis | azrael |--;#nvrcmplt #this was so nice #he loves when friends bring him old ass things #and he LOVES HIS SPIDER FRIENDS

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smokeycemetery · 4 years

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#maniac #maniac mayhem #mayhem maniac #the true mayhem #mayhem #norwegian black metal #true norwegian black metal #tnbm #wolfs lair abyss #grand declaration of war #deathcrush

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 years

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Mayhem - Ancient Skin

#Mayhem #Wolf's Lair Abyss #Ancient Skin #Release date: November 3rd 1997 #EP #Genre: Black Metal #Lyrical themes: Satanism Death Gore (early); Misanthropy War Darkness Philosophy #Norway

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hiki1komori · 3 years

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solo tengo para ofrecer esta atrabílica flor abstracta iluminada por el destello del vacío que arde en el infinito

#mayhem #wolf's lair abyss #A Grand Declaration of War #black metal

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cthonosovalgol · 5 years

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Mayhem - Fall Of Seraphs

#Mayhem #Wolf's Lair Abyss #black metal #norwegian black metal

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human-antithesis · 1 year

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Hermit’s Lair https://t.me/Human_Antithesis

Mayhem - Wolf's Lair Abyss (EP) [November 3rd, 1997] Country: Norway Genre: Black Metal

Lineup:

Maniac - Vocals

Rune Eriksen A.K.A. Blasphemer - Guitars

Necrobutcher - Bass

Hellhammer - Drums

Tracklist:

The Vortex Void of Inhumanity - 02:21

I Am Thy Labyrinth - 05:26

Fall of Seraphs - 06:02

Ancient Skin - 05:28

Symbols of Bloodswords - 05:24

#Hermit's Lair #Telegram #Mayhem #Black Metal #Maniac #Rune Eriksen #Blasphemer #Necrobutcher #Hellhammer #Norway

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stayallnite · 4 years

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#nowplaying The Vortex Void Of Inhumanity by Mayhem out of Wolf's Lair Abyss

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs [+ unhinged Venti]

Oh no, not strange at all! I love seeing the art people have done on human Dvalin and Andrius. I’m not entirely sure if you wanted a Venti x Dvalin x Andrius pairing but I’m going to assume so. But just in case, I added a few points of all 4 of your hanging out. How my desk is positioned with my window, the sun is shining directly into my eyes so I have to type in this weird position unless I want my eyeballs to melt.

Also, if any of this is wrong just look away. This took forever because holy crap there is so much lore on these 3. Not sure what exactly you had in mind so I made some general/friendship HCs

Alright, today’s appreciations post is for maagdalen. Super lovely person with some lovely emotes. Oh and your english is really good btw^^ and ty for chatting with me 💕💕💕

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs

Andrius

Andrius, also known as Lupus Boreas, was tasked with protecting the nation of Mondstadt under the request of Barbatos. He had a noble soul and mainly stays in the area of Wolvendom. He was strict, to the point, and never really partakes in whatever “foolish” activities Venti or Dvain get themselves into. But it’s all just a front because as soon as one of them get’s hurt or is in danger, his fangs and teeth are out. Even if it’s a cute hydro slime. Then he’ll take them by the scruff of their neck back to Wolvendom to get their wounds checked. On Venti it works, but with Dvalin’s dragon form. It’s amusing to see a pouting dragon getting dragged off by a wolf that wasn’t even double his size.

Not many Mondstadt citizen’s know but Andrius isn’t actually a wolf. He chooses to take the form of a wolf and should any of the wolves in Wolvendom be threaten, that’s the form he will appear in. But in truth, it was because Venti suggested it. If he was going to stay in Wolvendom and protect wolves then it made sense that his form would be the big bad wolf. Really Andrius just believes that Venti has a secret vendetta against cats and Andrius wouldn’t talk to Venti if he suggested that he take the form a dog.

There is a bit of discourse between Andrius and Venti due to Venti’s human-like appearance since Andrius views human society as a disappointment. Only accepting abandoned infants that have no where to go. But he does respect Barbatos and helped in his efforts to rebuild Mondstadt and protect it as one of the Four Winds.

While he doesn’t completely enjoy Venti’s extravagant personality he’s glad that Barbatos adopted the name and is living his life in freedom. Despite being the anemo archon, he chooses to live as Venti. Having fun in taverns and doing what he loves.

Venti

Venti always brings stories and sings for the two whenever he decides that it’s been too long since he’s seen his friends. He usually brings a bottle of wine even if he’s the only one that ever drinks - which is probably why he brings wine - which leads to Andrius scolding Venti to try and act civilized when he gets drunk and saying “No Dvalin, you cannot have some. The last time we let you drink you cried so much that Springvale still has a waterfall.”

It’s amusing to hear that after the war, the biggest problem Venti has right now is getting constantly ID checked. Dvalin takes this quite literally, since he still isn’t fully aware of taverns rules and regulations, that it takes both Venti and Andrius to hold him down before another Stormterror incident happens.

Venti has always been bold, never afraid to say anything, which was a trait that Dvalin and Andrius liked about the anemo archon. It was what made him the archon of freedom but sometimes Venti is a bit too bold and pretends to play fetch with Andrius wolf form. He is not amused. When he tries it with Dvalin, Dvalin will participate but he get’s confused and ends up just sitting beside Venti when the archon throws the stick. Which causes Venti to make a walk of shame to get the stick back.

When Venti acts as the Wind Archon it’s always a bit of whiplash when he talks in his philosophical state that it reminds Dvalin and Andrius that despite his childlike appearance and attitude, he was still the anemo archon. But it get quickly covered up when he says it’s time to switch back to Venti time.

It’s hard for them all to meet up in the present day. Dvalin stays in his domain while Andrius stays in Wolvendorm, all alone in their own domain. Venti prefers lively places than those quiet and solitude areas so he’s either in the City of Freedom or under the Windrise tree. But on occasions where he feels lonely he’ll swing by Dvalin’s lair and use the winds to carry their conversation to Andrius. Just so he isn’t left out.

If anyone asks where the ballads that Venti sings that are about a strict wolf and a nervous dragon, he’ll just say it was a passing tune he made up.

Dvalin

Dvalin, same as Andrius, lost his faith in humanity and the city of Mondstadt. He was released as his role as one of the four winds but continued to remain in Mondstadt. Similarly to Andrius he is distrustful around humans after being betrayed by them, chose to avoids human contact but he tries to adopt a more friendly side when Venti visits him.

Dvalin cares about Venti more and isn’t as standoffish in showing that he appreciates Venti compared to Andrius. Venti explained to him and showed him what freedom truly was he felt connected with someone for the first time. He did want to be understood and loved by the humans for who he was and what he wanted to protect. But that’s still a long road ahead.

He’s a curious but clumsy dragon. He’s pure of heart and steadfast in his goals which Venti is full-heartily cheering him on while Andrius disagrees but allows Dvalin to continue on this own path. Even if Andrius is on the other side of Mondstadt, he still tries to keep an eye out for Dvalin should the Abyss Order ever try and take his friend under their control.

However, due to how almost naïve the dragon is, he get’s into rather...interesting situations. While Andrius groans and Venti loses his absolute shit when Dvalin, still in his dragon form, lands and tries to observe the wolves. He only hides behind a thin tree that barely covers even 2% of his entire body and ends up scaring the wolves who run back to Andrius for safety. It takes a lot of consoling from Venti that the wolves didn’t like him, they were just scared and perhaps he should adopt a smaller form?

He’s still a bit sick from the aftermath of the Abyss Order and the poison of Durin so he can’t travel as far as he would like so Venti keeps him company. Telling him what the citizens of Mondstadt have been up to and playing music with his lyre.

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I love writing Venti, he’s so much fun. :) I say this but I live for Venti who hides behind this happy persona but is actually unhinged or deluded. I have many thoughts on this but I didn’t want to break the pace of the fic (plus this is getting pretty long anyways). So feel free to skip the rest of this if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m just spit balling right now.

But nervous and shy dragon Dvalin plus mother hen Andrius is canon. You cannot convince me otherwise.

This week has just turned into “what will we awaken today?” In other news, Lisa and Diluc. But it might be a bit late since this took some time to finish. In extra news, solo leveling just updated. Oh and jjk is (hopefully) getting a new episode tmr^^

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Barbatos

Andrius and Dvalin trust Venti to fulfill his archon duties should anything ever happen to Mondstadt. The same way Venti trusts the Four Winds will protect Mondstadt should anything dangerous arise. With the carefree nature of Venti making a sudden appearance after Barbatos’s year long nap, they both got a bit too comfortable with this happy-go-lucky version of their archon.

That is until Venti brings a fourth person into their trio. Someone who knew how to play the lyre and wished to fly and see the birds. Andrius and Dvalin share a quick look of anxious tension and it’s confirmed when Venti makes a small slip of the tongue and calls you by a certain boy’s name. They aren’t sure what to do or if Venti was starting to regress back into Barbatos and what that could mean for this innocent traveler.

“Barbatos defeated the previous ruler and left the city to rest because he didn’t want to become the same tyrant. But an archon is still an archon with responsibilities. Those responsibilities can be warped to the point that they believe they are helping and guiding their followers, but are actually trapping them in their cage. He is an archon that believes in freedom so his cage is just a bit bigger. Big enough that you can’t see the walls. Be careful traveler.”

Venti goes to greet you the next day you see him but his words seem to fade away when he approach's you. He asks if you’ve been talking to Andrius lately. You nod and ask how he knows. He says that you just spell like wolfhooks and that you shouldn’t worry about anything.

The next day Andrius apologizes to you about his words and that he was mistaken. There was nothing to worry about and to trust Venti. You can see Dvalin a bit off to the side looking away nervously and a bit guilty.

Venti always makes sure that Andrius and Dvalin keep an eye on you, especially Dvalin when you’re in stormterror land. It was a pretty dangerous landscape to trek through. As for Andrius, he doesn’t want you to get hurt during your weekly practice fights. It wouldn’t do you any good if you got hurt and couldn’t explore this vast world with him.

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