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raytoebiter · 2 days ago

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always piss after sex or else ur gonna get UTI cuz i remember my mom having to be admitted to the hospital after she didn't piss her coochie coo during The Attempted Creation of my little bro💜

Tunes of your heartbeat ‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹

sypnosis; In which your fate somehow gets entangled into a jumble of mess between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. Or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. The question is; did the curse work?

a scaramouche x f!reader SMAU

• Genre; hate at first sight, slowburn, intense rivalry, also intense rivalry in?? who gets to?? pamper each other more?? yeah, rivals to lovers, scara doesn't know how to love, punk music, yakult and swiss miss, senior highschool love, bonding through music, confessions through music, hanging out in ugly places vibes, senior-high typa thing?, late highschool, about-to-be graduatees, and etcetera:)

• Warnings; mommy issues, a fuck ton of curses (be warned), mentions of alcohol and probably a few panic attacks here and there, sewersidal mentions, kys jokes, vulgar jokes, like very vulgar. 18+ not for wattpad purposes but bc it's too inappropriate and vulgar😭

• Taglist is open! ask to be added or removed!

• Status; ongoing. no update schedule, and irregular hiatuses.

inspiration; from the sidelines bkdk fic ao3, sleeping sirens' songs omg and this one fic that i made over a year ago which is the root of this SMAU

— notes..

- let me know if you want to be added as a twt user in this SMAU too!

- feel free to picture yourself however you want:)

- all the titles in this SMAU are songs:D

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╰┈➤ playlists; curse these feelings (scara's playlist) || fuck these feelings (name's playlist)

╰┈➤ profiles; the five horsemen of stupidity (name's group) || yacult (scara's group)

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Prologue

I. Shut me up (by a punch)

II. Get it up

III. Situations

IV. Don't you dare forget the sun

V. Fake it

VI. I don't care

VII. Knives and Pens

VIII. Pretty Handsome Awkward

IX. Kick me

X. Another life

XI. Sink or Swim

XII. Aneurysm

XIII. Besitos

XIV. Heart Shaped Box

XV. Young Blood Spills Tonight

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XVI. My Love

XVII. Wut I Liek Abt U

XVIIII. Scream

tba.

AND... PAUSE!

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authors notes - i've been literally thinking of making this since uhhhhhhh idk last week ago? this fic was actually inspired by a bkdk ao3 fanfic. and what drove me to really do this smau is that—i really like the idea of applying real life things to fiction. like please tell me everytime u see yakult, it reminds u of this fic. or cafés. i want this fic to exude that vibe and by that, ill try my best to do exactly that.

(ask to be added in comments)

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bebet-art · 2 days ago

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Venti would do that.

#artists on tumblr #genshin impact #venti #genshin venti #venti fanart #genshin fanart #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc fanart #Diluc is tired #don't smoke kids

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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can i request parental Venti(Barbatos) & reader? I have no specific scenario but maybe its Venti comforting reader who have a bad day?

Where the Wind Finds You

Summary: After a tough day, you find solace under the oak tree in Windrise, trying to escape the weight of your emotions. Venti, ever the caring but playful bard, arrives and comforts you with his lighthearted antics and philosophical words. His presence and the gentle music from his lyre help lift your spirits, reminding you that even on bad days, you're never alone.

Tags: Venti x Reader, Parental figure!Venti, Teen/Kid!Reader, Fluff, Lighthearted Banter, Emotional Support, Platonic.

A/N: Didn't knew if you wanted reader to be either an adult or a teen/kid 🧍‍♀️

Mondstadt was alive tonight. The air carried the songs of the bustling taverns, the laughter of friends, and the occasional sound of a lyre string plucked by a street performer. However, none of this reached you.

Sitting quietly beneath the massive oak tree in Windrise, you traced patterns in the grass with a stick. The world seemed smaller and heavier today, pressing down on you in a way that felt suffocating. You weren’t sure if it was the argument with a friend, the weight of an overwhelming task, or simply a bad day, but it was enough to leave you here, hiding from Mondstadt’s usual joy.

You almost didn’t notice the soft rustle of leaves overhead, a breeze carrying the faint scent of apples and the familiar hum of a certain bard.

“Hmm,” came the lilting voice, “it seems the winds have guided me to a rather gloomy cloud today. Now, why would that be?”

You looked up to see Venti perched on one of the lower branches, his legs swinging lazily. His eyes, glowing faintly in the moonlight, studied you with a mix of concern and playful curiosity. He tilted his head, offering a small smile, one that could make even the weightiest troubles feel a little lighter.

“Not in the mood for jokes, Venti,” you mumbled, looking back down.

He hopped down gracefully, landing beside you with a soft thud. Settling onto the grass, he leaned back against the tree, letting his lyre rest across his lap. “Ah, so it’s one of those days. I see. Would you like me to play a song to cheer you up, or shall I sit here in silence and let the wind do the talking?”

You shrugged. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “But even the strongest winds need a moment to rest, you know? Besides,” he leaned closer, his tone turning teasing, “you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips. That was the thing about Venti—he had a way of making the world seem less heavy, even when you weren’t ready to admit it.

“I just… had a bad day,” you finally said. “Everything feels… wrong.”

Venti nodded, resting his chin on his knees. “Bad days are tricky things, aren’t they? They sneak up on you like a storm cloud, blotting out the sun. But you know what storms hate the most?”

You glanced at him. “What?”

“A good, strong breeze,” he said, puffing out his chest dramatically. “And lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in blowing storms away!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, the sound surprising even you. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself, before settling back into a more serious tone.

“Jokes aside,” Venti said, “it’s okay to feel like this. The winds may carry us far, but even they don’t always know where they’re going. And that’s alright. What matters is that you don’t let the weight of today keep you from soaring tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly, the knot in your chest loosening just a little. Venti strummed his lyre gently, a soft melody filling the air. It wasn’t a grand, sweeping song like the ones he played in the taverns, but something quieter, more personal.

“Remember,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “even when the winds seem still, they’re always there, ready to lift you up. Just like me.”

You leaned against him, and for the first time that day, the world didn’t feel so heavy.