Pls Hoyo, Pls Be So Funny And Make It To Where We Can't Enter Snezhnaya If We Have Diluc Or Yelan In

pls hoyo, pls be so funny and make it to where we can't enter snezhnaya if we have diluc or yelan in our team

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What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

What is your favorite canon muse?

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What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

i believe it was from finding out other people were writing twilight fanfics and reader x celebrity on the internet back on quibblo (that and youtube were my first exposure to fanfic), so i began writing twilight fanfiction of my own and eventually found a roleplay community on youtube. i spent about a couple years there with a lot of ocs. i eventually moved around and found other rp communities on various sites until i found tumblr in about 2011 in the spn rpc. that was my first official fandom on here.

What is your favorite canon muse?

i have a few actually! my main favorites will always be miles edgeworth, connor (detroit: become human) and diluc !

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society if we actually had horses in teyvat

diluc, for all his huffing and puffing, doesn't actually hate or dislike the bard. he understands what it is to protect the city in secret, and learning the truth behind venti had earned the archon a new respect. that isn't to say he lets venti get away with murder, but he does care.

the winter storm that blew in had sent everyone seeking refuge in the angel's share or other various shelters.

however, as diluc tends to the patrons, he hears whispers about venti being outside, curled up in the tables and huddling to find warmth.

frowning, diluc looks around and notices that the bard is indeed missing. why on earth they would avoid being inside is beyond him, but he will simply not allow it.

heading into the back room, diluc pulls out a thick blanket, then steps outside into the frosty air, the cold wind biting at his cheeks before it melts away into steam.

he turns to find venti and he drapes the blanket over them as he approaches.

"hmph. what makes you think i'd leave you out here to freeze? i'm not that cold-hearted." there's a slight mirth in his voice at the end, arms folding as he regards them. "you can come inside, it's not like others didn't trample in mud or rain."

✉ [ sender ➥ @noctuafought ]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders // for venti, let diluc be nice to him for once 😌

Compared to mortals, archons are unquestionably more resilient beings. However, they are not entirely impervious to the elements, as evident in the bard currently huddled beneath the sheltering eaves of the Angel's Share. Venti's clothes are soaked through and dusted in frost, courtesy of cavorting out in the frigid Winter rain for a tad too long, heedless of their own well-being--at least until the sniffles began.

Their fun and games have since ended, Venti seeking the nearest (and dearest) building to take shelter while they wait to dry. Tempted although they are to go inside the tavern, parading in with a train of mud and water across clean floors seems like a quick way to incur Diluc's wrath. No, no, they'll reserve getting into his bad books for when it's time to pay their tab.

But it seems evading Diluc's sharp eye is not in the cards for Venti today. No sooner does the bard hear the sound of the tavern door opening than a heavy, soft blanket is draped over them, the fabric deliciously warm, drawing out a sigh of pleased relief from Venti. Teal gaze lifts to seek out their unexpected savior, finding an all too familiar face above them; for a flicker of a moment Venti's eyes widen in wonder before they present a smile, as soft and warm as the blanket they've been gifted.

"Quite the sorry sight I must make, for pity Master Diluc to take~," a rhyme playfully given, an undercurrent of levity to accompany the bard's gratitude as they draw the blankets more securely about thin shoulders.