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1st header creds to: @nococotomychanel

🥞࿓⃨ louis yellow moodboard ࿓̼

Wisp!Venti general headcannons Х)

Inspired by this 💫ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE💫! I hope you don`t mind <3 Also this is my first time writing and english is my second language, so don`t judge,pls. Lets dive in!

He can`t talk, but he squeaks and chirps a lot. You might even consider him talkative (pun intended)

He jiggles little "feathers" on his head every time something picks his interest.

His "wing" thingy is like his arm.

If there's something on his head or face, he will rub it away with his little wing like a kitten.

Talking about interest : he will circle around anything that he's interested in and make funky noises!

When he is frustrated or annoyed ( or both) he pouts and inflates a little, like specters, change my mind.

When angy, he's making short squeaks and throws tantrum, "stomping" his little legs in the air

When he's really sad he melts on the closest surface and sobs.

Doesn't necessarily cries with tears, but can produce liquid from his eyes.

Don't ask how...

Talking about his eyes: they're literally GLOWING when he's happy.

Glowing eyes and small wiggly up-down dance if he's sitting on something!

And chirps!

And this is a recipe for happiness, kids.

Oh, yes, you get me right. He sits on surfaces a lot. He can float, but sitting relaxes him for some extend.

He can fall asleep while sitting, and when he does he might fall down on his face like a tired kitten.

He purrs while sleeping, if he dreams about something nice.

Wisp! Venti with Y/n

I highly doubt that he has bones, so I think you can squish him how you want, without hurting him!

He might even like it, in fact.

Rub his head and he'll melt

I think he really likes sitting on your lap, head or shoulder

Small *thud* on your head means that now it's his spot.

Will listen to your singing ( no meter how bad it is) or instrument playing and chirp along!

TOTALLY will nuzzle into your neck and hug it with his wing thingy.

And purr

For now that's it. Tell me if you wanna more, you even might request a scenario with wisp! Venti and I'll try to do it <3

“My Wish Will Come True”

Draw this on a piece of paper, write your wish on the other side of that paper. Burn the paper.

Burn with a bay leaf as well if possible.

head empty only venti knows jackshit about braiding, he just spawned in like that and uses magic to upkeep them. When he loses his gnosis he has to use his power sparingly, which means no more wasting magic on the braids. He's got to do them manually now. As stated before he has no idea how to fucking do this, so he asks the person he thinks knows braiding best to help him. Who is that person? Aether.

Two ways to go from here:

1. Soft aeventi where Aether teaches Venti how to braid his hair. Venti is clumsy at first so Aether braids his hair for him.

(Optional part 2- He ends up enjoying this so even after he learns how to braid his hair he comes back to Aether to do it each time)

2. Aether also knows jack shit about braiding hair. His hair is magically kept it place. He tried unbraiding it once but it just didnt???? Like it would not unbraid??? help

(Optional part 2- Venti is sad because he feels like a piece of his friend is gone now)

(Optional part 3- Aether comforts Venti about it, and eventually Venti gets used to having his hair down, and starts feeling more like his own person than an imposter)

“My Anatomy Does Not Determine My Gender”

Keep it with you during times of gender dysphoria If possible, try sewing it into your undergarments (that fancy wording for underwear)

im crying

“It was Helen’s face that launched a thousand ships, but you unleashed Achilles. How were you to know that poets would sing of his rage? – that innumerable men would meet their deaths at the end of his grief-stricken spear? How were you to know when you went to battle in his armor that you would never return to him? – that you had brought about his death as surely as your own? He wept – and his mother in the depths of the sea heard his cries. He wept – and he dirtied his face, and tore at his hair, and wished for death. Eternal glory was not worth the price he paid. It was not worth the loss of you, Patroclus, whom he loved as his own life. What was Achilles to do when his heart burned with you on the pyre? What was he to do when his home became nothing but ashes in a golden urn? He was nearly a god – son of a goddess, best of the Greeks. He fell to an arrow, the poets say, guided by Apollo himself. The poets are wrong. He was nearly a god – but he was mortal, and he fell to that great mortal weakness: love. You would have followed him anywhere, even into death. You must have known that he would do the same.”

— you were his Achilles’ heel | K.L.

Eleanor looks like she’s whispering to Louis all the things she’s going to do to him that night and Louis looks like he’s going to explode from being so turned on

Venti fics

Fluff

Drunkard bard

Wind and sky, in the land of contracts (Part 1)

Wind and sky, in the land of contracts (Part 2)

Smut

Angst

Headcanons

…haha good they’re immortal