I have seen some of your Venti works, AND I LOVE THEM SM!
In an earlier post you said that you accept whump, is that still alr?
I was thinking of some whump headcanons :D
I hope everyone who reads this' pulls go well, and wish you a nice day!!
Death is the ultimate Freedom - Whump Venti Headcanons
Angst/Whump content warning ahead! - You have been warned, Venti is sad and stays sad here, Immortal gods seeking death, ie. Suicide and suicial ideation, loss
"Help! Don't... - Don't leave!"
"Don't go! stay"
"I... I don't want to be alone!"
Words Venti would likely never utter aloud to the people of Mondstadt whether as a God or as his vessels persona
In death, Venti is cursed to be alone
Venti and his morals of freedom are, in most ways, a positive but can and are more than likely to lead to his downfall.
The feeling of restricting someone elses freedom of choice by putting them in such a stressful situation on the spot, even if they'd told him its okay for him to
Burdening them with what he should be able to deal with himself would make him feel as if he'd been poisoned with the taint of the abyss just like what happened with Durin and Dvalin.
If he'd unintentionally caused someone grief because of his greed and piety, he would not be able to forgive himself
He's seen the devestation Gods produce upon their deaths, the more power a God attains the larger the death of all the surrounding land.
That fear and guilt of the inevitable will act like poison, slipping from his silver tongue in verses made prophecy for the fate of Mondstadt
When he knows he's about to die and achieve the ultimate form of freedom one can be gifted. He will isolate himself on the island where the wind and time met. the one place un-inhabited by humans and creatures alike... the one place where no one can reach him or be affected by the mass explosion his death would no doubt create
"No one should have told him that it was his eternal duty to protect the city..."
In the end, he knows he'll have to go out alone if he wishes to ever protect the freedoms of his people.
Archons are still pawns of a game played by someone higher
He did not win his position from strength like Rex Lapis, intelligence like Rukkadevada or through his endurance like the Raiden twins.
He instead had watched as his friends fall one by one, a tiny lone wind spirit forced to sit on a bloody throne because he was the last one remaining.
Forced into a position he'd never wanted. His friends all died for the scraps of a higher beings' corpse, but unlike the wolves who starve because they had eaten the whole flock, Venti lives through being the worm, consuming the decay left behind
Those early days of official Archonhood were tough for all of them. the silence of it all... from halls of joyful voices reaching to each other with heartfelt expressions replaced by the sodden hardened exteriors of the winners
Rex Lapis, Raiden Mokoto, Rukkadevada, Egeria, Xbalanque, and the Tsar. All are formidable companions in Ventis' opinion. tough enough to face the harsh winds
or they should have been-
His dead friends make more than a morgue
-Because even winning the game is not enough. First, it was Xbalanque, torn from Ventis fold so quickly - in a flash hed disappeared into the night and never returned, staying just out of reach. "It didn't mean anything," Venti would think as he carefully watched the Pyro throne pass to its next holder - then the next... "The other's are Gods. he was just a mortal, they werent made to live for eternity like Mokoto or withstand erosion like Morax"
Then the Cataclysm happened that took out so many of them - Mokoto passing during the battle, her electro surging and taking everyone in a wide radius with her. the screams and crying of Ei still rings in his head from that day. He'd only met the manifestation a few times, but he knew they'd been close. The twins shared a bond he could only dream of
it wasn't until after that he had learned of what was to come of Egeria, her death being a sacrifice. He'd visted that oasis only once in his wisp form, surrounded by Pari and Jinni as they all surrounded the pool - that he'd learn of Focalors and the prophecy she'd left for the budding God to investigate. He had to turn from her back then, Her face was an inverted mirror of her predecessor and baring too much of a similarity to his own human forms
Then was the sudden death of the Tsar. the storms that day raged across the sea all the way to Mondstadt. Everyone felt the waves of pain as if singling him out specifically. The Tsaritsas rise to the throne had burnned even worse than his death as she looked upon him with scorn. Hed lost so many friends both to death and hatered. He couldn't judge the Tsaritsa for hating him for the thing he took from her
He mourned his dear friend Rukkadevada for a much longer time than the others. Of the Archons, she was one who he found himself close to with her much more peaceful outlooks on the human race even if skewed by the pursuit of knowledge. the music, the singing, and the presence of other fallen angels that followed her reminded him of times long gone.
All of his friends become mirrors, empty vessels of his loved ones just like him. he should feel happy to see they continue living through the lions of the Gunnhildr clan to the Falcons nesting in the Ragnivindr clan. Nahida was adorned in a poison thorned crown of her predecessor, and Furina danced upon a stageplay for one despite holding the mantle of many. They all sway to songs already sung, songs he already knew the tragic ending to.
Sometimes, he misses the harshness Morax waged, the storms Ei swirled, and the monsoons Egeria conducted. He hopes his friends indulge in that morsel of freedom death has granted them
"it doesn't mean you have to listen to me"
The only two left
"You scared me, you know!" Venti barks at the taller man, left alone in the parlour with Zhongli, Venti didn't know whether to be thankful or offended at the familiar presence
"but you're not surprised?" He utters quietly. "we both know what is coming for us, dear friend."
Ventis face sours, and he turns his face with indignation
"Barbatos... Time waits for no one. you should know this well"
he squeezes his eyes shut, lifting his hands to his ears "La la la! I can't hear you!"
Venti flinches when he feels Zhonglis' palms encase his own, wrestling them from his cheeks and leaning over his shoulder to look down at him with a mournful expression
"we will meet our end sooner than later, I have already lost much of what made me whole these 6000 years. I apologise, but I do not wish to watch you erode before me, and I fear I may be becoming tired"
"That doesn't mean you can just leave me behind!" and ache resounds in the wisps chest. "You could have told me about your plan, and we could have left together, I spent a year wallowing in grief over your passing! I- I thought you'd finally figured out a way to kill yourself without consequence!"
he turns and clutches the other forearms, "I thought... I thought you'd gone ahead and done so without telling me. that I wouldn't be able to even visit your grave."
Zhongli sighs, "There will always be consequences regardless of us finding a way to do so unnaturally. instead of death, I've found another way to mark my own freedom, I hope one day you can forgive me for chasing it without you"
Venti, when he's in a weakened state, will fall into a confused manner, calling those around him the names of their ancenstors and the fallen
Ei keeps her distance when Venti is like that, being called Mokoto sends a shiver down her spine especially after accepting she is dead and gone. Venti bringing up cherished memories between the two and treating her like her sister feels tastless and will make her retreat back into the plane of euthymia for the shogun to take over
Family
Jean, Barbara, and Varka likely get called Vanessa by Venti. Varka is the least affected by it as he's come to have gotten used to Ventis antics, but Barbara already has issues when it comes to her public perception in comparison to her sister and vice versa. There's a sore strain on their relationship so Venti mistaking either of them for Vanessa is likely to not be taken as a compliment but rather in a mean-spirited or hurtful way [Pre them knowing Venti is Barbatos. they're both confused whether or not to feel even more hurt post]
Kaeya would become unsettled by Venti if he were to ever call him the name of the Khaenri’an royalty, his trust in the man tanking and causing him to put his guard up indefinitely
Being born from Time and learning from human what it means to live, he comes to view Istaroth as his mother of sorts
its a one-sided perception
wisp!Venti would wallow at the fact he'd been left alone in the wilderness, roaming Teyvat and coming to find Istaroth had abandoned him shortly after his descent
that would leave him empty for a long time in his youth. feeling disconnected and unwanted.
unintentionally whipping up untamable tornados in whatever region he inhabited and causing strife to everyone in a radius
I feel like Venti is a disaster bisexual to the max, and somehow everyone assumes he’s gay, so when he’s paired with a man, everyone is like “oh, sweet, cute gay couple” and when he’s with a woman, everyone is like “oh, sweet, cute lesbian couple” and Venti is correcting exactly nobody
One of the things i'm very interested in with the whole "God of hope" aspect with Venti is that he's not that hopeful *himself*. He's very much a realist aware of every possible scenario and probably has even seen those scenarios play out in different timelines. He preaches hope and romanticism, praises Mondstadt for being a romantic city often, but he doesn't necessarily practice those things himself, not to the full extent, at least. But that doesn't mean he stops trying his best to make things better and keep working. To keep trying. He almost always makes an effort to change things.
I also find it kinda hilarious how swiftly he rejected and shut it down when traveler attempted to playfully flirt with him and compliment him in Mondstadt archon quest. Makes me hc that he's kinda avoidant when it comes to any romantic advances made towards him despite being so engrossed with romance due to his profession and Mond's nature.
(The getting more agitated as this post went on is not staged. I genuinely forgot these things werent real until just now and am now in the middle of a mental breakdown)
DEVOTED TO YOU , FEM READER , venti drabble , NSFW
- you were a mortal, a being of pure and unfiltered humanity it almost reeked from the cracks and crevices of your bones; something so fragile and easily breakable.
- and he was shackled down with the title of a god, the manifestation of freedom itself bound by the strings of celestia. his godhood loomed over his shoulders for every waking moment, breathing down his neck.
-the relationship was taboo. if it were common knowledge the god of freedom found themself completely and utterly enthralled by the grace of a human, he was sure the title would be stripped from him within an instant.
-how pathetic would it be for someone to be bound by another, starstruck by even the mention of their name? concepts such as freedom and freewill held no place within the nature of his devotion to you, almost too eager to spend the rest of his life tied to you.
-he worshipped you as if you were the god, and he were your precious little devotee. eager to please and provide for his creator.
-this worship, ever so gracefully, seeped into the satin sheets of your bedroom rendezvous.
-he’s a gentle lover. soft kisses of adoration, feathery whispers of exaltation and fleeting touches to the soft of your skin.
-time begins to slip away from his mind as he peppers your body with praise, the only notion within his mind a need to please his beloved.
-lost within the moment, he utters out a tender “i love you” as his nimble fingers slip between the heat of your thighs.
-hes a bard; when it comes to hand coordination, its listed within the job description to be skilled with your fingers.
-and he indulges within his talent, much to your satisfaction.
-once you’ve been intimate a few times, he mentally maps the ways to make you squirm and writhe under his touch. everything you thought you’d kept hidden documented and stored within his mental cabinet.
-you’re his first—it’s something he doesn’t keep hidden. yet, with the way his fingers are so deliciously curling within you, it almost seems like a bluff. a way to undermine your expectations, only to completely and utterly trod all over them later on.
-while his two fingers slip in and out of you, which he makes sure to comment on how well you’re taking him, he graciously laps up anything that spills from you.
-you taste so sweet, he cleans you up as if it were his first meal in millennia. flattening his tongue against your folds and nibbling on your bud, all while his fingers prudently delve within you.
-he licks his lips and smiles, whispering how thankful he is for you to bestow such a blessing upon someone like him. dirt like him being the cause as to why your cheeks flush and eyes roll back, biting your lip just the way he likes as your hands rip at the bedsheets.
-it drives him insane—you drive him insane.
-every twitch of your hip, every whine from the puff of your lips, every desperate mewl of his name; its as if he were the one being pleasured.
-once you reach your peak, his freehand intertwines with your own as you release onto his tongue, in which he is so, so grateful for.
-a mantra of praise spills from his lips, his gratitude amplified by the way his pupils gawk at you with the same adoration a devotee would their god.
-you’re the object of his worship—the one he finds himself praying too each night, the one he abandons his morals for in favour of being on his knees in front of you.
Ya'll know that one Mona voiceline about Venti where she tries looking at his fate and its very wimdy.Its probably a seal Venti put but one of my favourite headcannons is that THAT strong wind is Venti's fate,like,he returns to the thousand winds thats why its wimdy
