#venti barbatos

[cewwart]

venti redesign with a crow/raven motif twist!!!!

𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

timelapse on my tiktok!!!!

[littlestarsprout]

hes my way of life

[cainlawiet]

Happy birthday Venti \(≧▽≦)/

[astroshadowdeviant]

Anyone else remember when that one eye of the storm decided to have beef with Venti at the beginning of the game? And Venti made a comment about someone not being happy that he was back? Bets on it being some kind of angry remnant of Decarabian - cause otherwise like just what was up with that? What other wind deity or remnants of a wind still hanging around in Mondstadt post archon war that we know of that could have beef with Venti could that have been? I mean come on people. An Eye of the Storm residing in the land of the Anemo Archon deciding to have a go with said Anemo Archon as soon as he shows up again after being away/asleep cause they apparently despise him just that much. Like I just really wanna know what was up with that interaction.

[dilpickle]

Just archons doing archon things

(Ignore the messiness I didn’t feel like colouring😭)

[arlessapphicbitch]

Speaking of his bikini.

It was his personal choice, but why? I get freedom and all, BUT WHY???

[heyheydidjaknow]

Heyy big fan of your writing!! In I think "Good Wine" Venti mentioned finding Reader "kind" and "unassuming". Are there any more qualities he would be drawn to in a person?

Not really. Kindness isn’t even really a prerequisite. His fondness for you stems more from a desire to be treated like a person as opposed to a character than any specific qualities you specifically may have, unfortunately. By virtue of his profession and his personality, he’s inclined to put on a sort of performance when he’s interacting with others; he has a lot to hide, and for as interesting as his life is, he’d rather not have people look too deeply into him if he can help it, the unfortunate side effect being, of course, that it keeps people necessarily at arm’s length. He gives off the impression, to most, of being an irreverent drunkard who plays music and writes and recites poetry from who knows when and mooches off of the good will of others; anything beyond that is typically lost. The willingness to want to look beyond that is what’s most appealing to him, for even his closer companions are more than happy to take him at face value. Beyond that, he is happy to take you as you are, for better or worse.

[ritinja-draws]

Venti headcanon: poetry

[child--ish]

I'm sorry for another Dazzlings comparison, but..

ARE THEY NOT?

THE COLOR SCHEMES MATCH

[niaindreamland]

[cewwart]

medieval archer/hunter venti!!!!!

watercolor can be fun… sometimes.

٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

[littlestarsprout]

been a while since ive last drawn my muse <3

[cainlawiet]

The art print I'm going to sell in Vietnam Comic festival next year. I want to sell FE3H, Genshin, Blue Period and maybe some of HnK merchandise.

Thinking about selling my art print on Ko-fi but wonder if anyone want them :?

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My commission info for anyone who's interest :3

[ukimi-pyon-art]

Archon assemble! （≧∇≦）

Finally finished my archon slime series ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

[eleiian]

Commission-ish painting

[aeferfckr]

LAST NIGHT'S ENGAGEMENT

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...' "where the fuck am i..."

content warnings. nsfw, reat at ur own risk. afab!reader (no pronouns specified). one night stand. semi public sex. fingering. finger sucking. mating press. shapeshifting. nicknames (windblume, my love)

your vision slowly unblurs as you open your eyes before sqiunting them shut again from the bright sunlight. you definitely slept in this morning as you try to reach over to your phone.

as soon as you fully extend your arm, your whole body shudders as it cramps up. maybe you slept wrong, or your arm just decided to plot against you. nevertheless, you check the time on your phone — 11:53.

you have work.

well, you had work

you tried to jump out of bed to get ready, but your body punished you very quickly. your legs didn't have the strength for you to swing them around the bedside, and you just ended up cramping your thigh harder.

you manage to shuffle back onto your pillow as you breathe a deep sigh. you look up to the unfamiliar ceiling above you, trying to find a path through the several curls and swerves engraved in its–

wait... unfamiliar ceiling?

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...'

"where the fuck am i..."

"aa-aah, fuuckkk!"

with the sudden clarity, you realize that there is someone else in this strange bed with you from the weight on the other side of the bed. their body slowly rising and falling as they sleep, their back flexing in their sleep.

"who is this?" you wonder out loud, trying ti get a good look at husvface without your body cramping...

he draws circles along your clit as he purrs into your ear, sultry words of pure filth pouring out of his tongue like honey. you squirm and mewl, sandwiched between his body and the wall. your senses being overwhelmed by the pleasure and the base boosted music in the background.

however, he seems to be more focused on your moans

"tch tch, you're making too much noise, darling. what if people downstairs hear? oh no, we can't have that~"

your cries quickly muffled as he sticks his fingers down your throat. he rubs the texture of your tongue with his index,

"come on now. suck it, would ya?"

your pitch soars as he explores both your pussy and your mouth. your legs buck as he pulls your skin to form dark hickeys, vision blurring from tears. your eyes cross and your tongue lolles out as you cum...

you audilby gasp at the sudden memory and shiver at your sudden reaslization - you were ass naked. the same dark spots plus more litter your neck and collarbone.

you look over to the person that you supposedly slept with as your eyebrows furrow. he looks nothing like him.

he had shaggy brown hair, gorgeous gambogeish grey eyes that stared into your very soul, and was well built. the person who lies beside you doesn't have any of these features.

you furrow your eyebrowns as the gears in your brain churn, you've definitely seen this guy before.

very rarely, but still.

he's the bard that sings drunkenly in angel's share. his lyre in one hand with a glass of dandelion wine or a pint glass of beer in the other as he sings his drunken heart away — with the occasional interruption of a hiccup, of course.

the bard makes a small noise in his sleep as he turns to face you in the bed, his eyebrows are tense, and he tries to sink impossibly further into the warmth of the bed.

he looks angelic.

maybe it's his soft skin the squishes against the pillow under him, or the slight glow of the teal tips of his hair. you don't know, and frankly — you don't care. he can not be real right now.

you want to reach out to touch him, touch the angel that has descended from heaven onto your weary soul, to thank him. to praise him.

as the tip of your finger touches the tip of his nose, a lusty moan is pulled from your lips.

your knees are raised to your face as the stranger plows into your hole. it's painful, it hurts, it burns.

oh, but it burns so good.

he pulls your trembling body to the edge of the bed as he traces his slim fingers along your cheek,

"why are you running away, windblume? i thought you wanted this."

his sly mouth and coy tone makes you shrink into your hands out of embarrassment, to which they are quickly pulled away by him and is replaced by his tongue.

his tongue explores every cavern of your mouth while you lay there and take it. he starts up his merciless pace again as you hrab at the roots of his hair.

"are you satisfied, my love? this is exactly how your little knight crush would do it, riiiight?~"

you were crying at this point, everything felt too good.

"nnggh.. nooo, i- hah."

"'you' what?, i can't understand you." he says as he parts the heated kiss, placing his palm to your jugular and squeezing ever so slightly

"you're... hah.... better"

"oh? am i, now?"

you then start to babble on about how good he is, how good you felt, how this is much better than you expected with him.

you look at him with teary eyes — albeit your vision is blurred, you can still make out his brown hair, and the small dots of gambogeish known as his eyes. you smiled as you finished.

your vision blurred even more, but something seemed off about your knightly crush. the tips of his hair seemed to glow a strong teal, his skin getting fairer, and his face becoming impossibly more coy.

before you could comment on how different he looked, he came in you. the feeling of him inside you drew you straight off the edge as you lost consciousness...

you quickly draw back your hand to cover your agape mouth, a loud gasp following after.

'so.. he.. what the hell..' your brain tailed to wrap around the possibility that this bard has become.. holy shit.

your heart nearly fell out of your chest when you heard someone sigh, but it was the bard looking right up at you.

"good morning, windblume. i hope you rested well after last night's engagement~"

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