#venti*

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Old sketches that I decided to finish and turn into photocards :)

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[k3n0kay]

[chaoticgenderfae]

Nahida's skin feels like bark and her hair feels like vines. She can photosynthesise, and often does so instead of eating and breathing. Her eyes are the color of every leaf and blade of grass in the world, and staring into them makes you feel like your brain is being overloaded with information you can never even comprehend. Her voice carries the weight of impossible truths beyond mortal understanding.

Furina draws all eyes to her; perfectly, too perfectly. People hang off her every world as though they were dying of thirst in the desert, and all they can ever see of her is that perfect, shining mask. Even after the end of the Prophecy, her words remain alluring and captivating in a way no mortal's should.

Neuvillette moves like he's accustomed to a very different body and a very different environment; the only time he seems at ease is in the depths of the ocean. His eyes are the color of the Primordial Sea, and there are endless depths within their diamond pupils. He has prismatic scales on his hands, on his neck, across all his limbs. When he speaks, it brings the force of inexorable Judgement that must be - will be - true.

Mauvika radiates heat, and trying to look at her directly when she's using her powers feels like staring into the sun. Her blood and tears are lava and she risks setting things on fire if she holds them too long. Every Pyro Archon has such traits, but after dying and being reborn centuries later, hers are magnified a hundredfold.

The Traveler seems out of place wherever they go, and yet also able to blend into the background with startling ease. They have massive golden scars on their back that they never talk about. They move like they're not used to touching the ground, and if they're injured, they bleed light. If you look at them just right, out of the corner of your eye, their eyes reflect a thousand galaxies, constellations trace across their skin, and their hair shimmers like a distant nebula. Their sibling, should you be unfortunate enough to meet them, is a dark mirror, reflecting only the void.

let immortal characters in genshin be horrifying. they're not human and people should recognize that!! it's way more interesting if they don't feel normal

venti forgets to breathe, sometimes. he doesn't need to - he is the air around them. his eyes are just a little too vivid if you look at him directly. he doesn't bleed when he should and he doesn't sleep, either.

xiao stays away from liyue harbor. he doesn't want to corrupt them with his karma, and he doesn't want to frighten them, either. he knows what he looks like: too-gold eyes with too-slitted pupils, ears too pointed and fangs too sharp to be human. if you look at him in the corner of your eye, black and green and red dance across his skin and reach out to you.

ei has never learned to be human. her eyes are blinding and electricity crackles over her skin. the puppet she inhabits has too-smooth skin, porcelain clear and cold to the touch. she moves too quickly, too sharply, like a bolt of lightning that cannot slow down.

zhongli forgets human customs. he speaks of events from thousands of years ago like they were yesterday and talks in long-dead languages. to be under his gaze while solidifying a contract is to feel the weight of millennia upon your back. he makes no sound when he walks and yet his steps can shake the ground.

[aurossaga]

You Turn my Shield on Me

Venti x gn!reader

Genre: i don't know i just write. no more questions

Word count: ~ 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of a battle, weaponry

Summary:

He always asked if you'd protect him on your excursions. Turns out, he never needed to be protected after all.

The setting sun is doing little to warm you as you push yourself up from the cold, muddy ground. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, chasing that rush of adrenaline as the sound of battle stills. Your weapon, dropped a distance away from you in the fray, glimmers mockingly at you as the light catches it. You had stumbled and fallen, but… that hardly matters right now. No, there are much more pressing matters at hand.

You look up at the man standing in front of you. His back still turned your way, an arm reaching out ready to draw another arrow at a moment’s notice. His moves are careful and practiced, practically perfectly honed. You’ve only ever seen aristocrats fight with such elegance and precision before…

Which is why this makes no sense.

“You’ll promise to protect me, right?”

It’s what he always says when you two go out exploring together. Or, rather when you go exploring and he tags along out of boredom. And you had always assured him that you’d never let harm befall him, always promised that you’d be his shield. After all, he was a novice at archery, he claimed. A bow was a difficult weapon to defend oneself with in the heat of battle without exceptional mastery of it.

Arrows still surging with Anemo energy litter the now desolate grounds turned battlefields. Each and every one of them had hit its target. Clean, lethal blows. As you finally catch your breath, remembering to breathe properly amidst your confusion, you see him turn to cautiously check on you.

“Are you alright…?”

…

There are so many things you want to say. So many things you want to ask. Your jaw drops open a few times over, you sputter and stutter and mumble out half-baked words and jumbled sentences until you give up, closing your mouth, and give him a slow, cautious nod. You are unharmed. And it was no thanks to yourself.

Venti watches you for another long moment. His eyes, much more focused than usual, scan you for injuries regardless of your insisting that you are fine. He knows you well. Quickly, that look is replaced by the familiar one you are so accustomed to. One you now doubt the sincerity of, just  a little bit. His shoulders relax and he exhales in relief for a moment before his posture straightens back up, his bow lowering to his side.

“Well, that’s a relief… We sure were lucky these monsters were on the easier side!”

Those words sting a lot more than you expected, though you can’t quite pinpoint why. Perhaps it’s because you know it’s not quite true. Perhaps It’s because you know those enemies hit hard. Fast. Ruthlessly.

And they certainly don’t stall for long enough for an inexperienced archer to pluck them off one by one like that.

And yet…

“You were incredible back there.” The words slip out before you can think to stop them. You’re not quite sure if it’s words of praise or an accusation. His mastery of the bow, the precision in his strikes… You couldn’t wrap your head around it. He said he wasn’t capable of that. That he needed your protection.

He blinks, and for a moment, his eyes shy away from yours, his lips pressed together a bit firmer than usual. Maybe this is what guilt looks like on him. But then he smirks, the easygoing, almost careless expression you’ve grown so accustomed to returning as if it had never left in the first place.

“Really, now? Praise from my most dearest muse, is it? I must fetch my pen at once, lest I mistake it for a dream!”

You’re not sure what comes over you. His words were nothing out of the ordinary from him, he’d tease and poke fun all the time. But… For him to act so casually, so normal after a display like that…

It irritates you.

“You said you were a novice,” you practically snap. “That it was just a hobby.”

“And you don’t believe me?” His tone is light, teasing, but there’s something guarded in his eyes. He steps closer, offering a hand to help you up. You hesitate for just a moment, but you take his hand, only now realizing that those delicate hands that pen the most beautiful prose you’ve ever read are firmer, sturdier than you could recall. Or perhaps you were only noticing now that you knew to look for it. He pulls you up to your feet with ease.

“I… No! Why should I?” you demand, brushing dirt from your roughed up clothes. “I’ve never seen you fight like that before..! Or, at all, for that matter! What was all that?” You gesture to the field littered with arrows and fallen enemies, your eyes never leaving his.

He tilts his head innocently to the side, his smirk fading slightly.

“Does it… matter that much?”

“Yes, it matters!!!” you exclaim, the words spilling out before you have the time or restraint to stop them. “It matters because I trusted you to rely on me! And now I find out you didn’t need me at all?”

There it is. The heart of your frustrations, the reason your chest aches as much as your bruised body. You’ve always been the protector, the shield, someone you wanted him to rely on. To feel safe with. And he’d let you believe he needed you, too. But now that picture in your mind breaks into a thousand pieces, and you both know very well you won’t be able to put it back together, no matter how much you try. You were too smart to believe his words, his deflections.

You hang your head, your gaze falling down to the muddy grounds beneath you. Though you can’t see his face, you can practically hear his emotions in the tone of his voice. It’s… raw. A bit more intimate than you think he intended.

“I never said I didn’t need you,” he whispers, his voice low and even as he takes a step closer. “I just don’t want to stand in the way of your talent…”

He seems almost unsatisfied with his own choice of words. Slowly, his hand reaches out, searching for yours, taking hold of and wrapping around your fingers so delicately as if he’s asking permission.

“...My warrior, you would have had this in the box, regardless if I stepped in or not. I just… didn’t want to see you hurt. You don’t need my protection, but… you have it.”

It’s not quite an answer, and it certainly doesn’t answer as many questions as you would have liked. But, there’s an honesty in his tender voice that makes your heart hammer again. Your lips part, intending by all means to press him further, to demand answers about his skills, his lies…but the words die on your lips as your shoulders sag to match the dejected feeling of reluctant acceptance. You knew better than anyone how avoidant Venti could be when faced with such a direct accusation. You knew better than to press further to achieve nothing.

“...Okay. Let’s go home.”

His grip on your hand tightens, bringing your attention back to the moment. And as you walk home, he doesn’t let go of you even once. His grip is gentle, apologetic, begging for understanding and time to explain what happened today. And, albeit reluctantly, you grant him that grace as your fingers interlace with his.

[angie-massei]

[cytise2]

other genshin eyes

[nomkiwi]

˚. 🐚⋆ ⌗ ⸝⸝ ⋮⋮ venti graphics

✦﹒🦢﹒I usually don’t like editing Hoyo but here we are ?

︶︶﹒these took FOREVER﹒🎼

﹒🫧﹒✿﹒F2U with credit/linking. If you post what you make with them, feel free to @ me, I’d love to see it !

﹒🫧﹒✿﹒♡ / rb to use !

[lightavii]

echoes

[eleiwitch]

Genshin ships mmmmmm

(Format under cut)

[nomohmoss]

meet the archons

better quality

[zillychu]

AS I WAS SAYING!!!!!

[k3n0kay]

🖐✨️ | WIP

[oliveden]

such an important part of Genshin is the concept of humanity. albedo was made in an attempt to create human life. venti and zhongli walk amongst their people pretending to be mortal. scara was discarded for his humanity while furina was used. there is nothing focalors wanted more than to be human. nahida finds them fascinating and beautiful. shenhe is disconnected from humanity despite being biologically mortal. it's everywhere.

[cyclic-abelian]

Wanted to animate Venti again!

[1caru]

what if venti combined his wisp and human forms