#Sagau imposter au

[thatdeadaquarius]

Hello there, friend I'm here for fluff

OK, this has been on my mind for a while

But like

The reader is just becoming the biggest parent to the Benny's adventure team kids

And the wolfs

We are like a parent of like 27

Knitting and making food brushing razors hair(let's be for real, you would hear a crunch when you brush it)

I'm not gonna lie

Do these kids know what spices are?

Cuz when I think about it

Razor hasn't had shit so he's has the least tolerance for spice

He would probably cry if you feed him a pepper

Bennett has tried spicy food but does go well with it

And not completely sure if fischl has had a spicy food before

But what flavor does mondstadt add to their food??

These kids need the damn flavors

AHDHAKALL FERAL ANIMAL AQUARIUS- ANOTHER PLATONIC ASK AAHHHHGGGGDJJSFHSAK!!!!!

AND ITS YOU!! ITS- ITS- ONE OF THE WRITING RULERS OF SAGAU (FOR ME AT LEAST) <3 !!!!!!!!

You cooking in genshin all anime studio ghibli style looking like food from god (literally): ⬆️

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Benny’s Adventure Team! (Bennett, Fischl, Razor), Diluc, mentions of other Mond characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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^^ The posts being referenced in ask, (OG Razor ask) (Benny + Razor) and a more direct sequel, a part 2? a part 4 atp?? of this post (Imposter/Not Dark AU + Razor + Diluc) ^^

OMFG

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP BITCHES

SINCE UR IN TEYVAT

YOU GONNA COOK LIKE TEYVAT

AS IN-

SHIT BE SUPER EASY TO COOK, AND MASS MAKE DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY OF DISH

(So, like Zhongli's special Bamboo Shoot Soup is like getting made... once a year if you read the little desc. for that dish 💀)

AND THEYRE ALL LIKE-

ANIME GORGEOUS FOODS ✨️❤️‍🔥

OKAY SO

PROMO TIME-

U GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE ANIME "CAMPFIRE COOKING IN ANOTHER WORLD"

Bc that's mostly where this inspo gonna come from to both be realistic cooking + best parts of video game cooking

A guy gets isekai’d and instead of hero powers he just gets the skill of "online grocery shopping" LMAO

and ofc he gets insta gifted whatever he orders and starts making dishes and adding spices and regular stuff you know. like soy sauce.

but the best part is the food in that world is like British medieval soup shit

like barely salted, no spices definitely, no sauces, its barren

so he ends up attracting all kinds of interest that want to eat his cooking ofc

And it gives buffs too!

dw i didnt spoil anything u don't learn in the first episode, but that's just to say that's exactly whats happening here

u DO have to manually collect more ingredients but its so worth it, also u can just buy in bulk or put a commission thru the adventurer guild

tbhhh now that i say that, that could be how u end up drawing in Benny’s Adventure Team even more, bc they just take all ur quests for collecting ingredients around Mond!!

(u have to actively sneak behind their back and whisper to Katheryne that you want to put in other food quests in other guilds tho, silly kids will absolutely go running around Liyue and crazy shit just to have an adventure and do smth for you + eat ur banger food lol)

omfg the first time u barbecue smth???

the wolves, Razor, and Andrius??? Go feral.

Fischl and Benny who were already on their way to u guys to hang out again start booking it thru the woods, dodging hilichurl camps (thatve since settled down and been v peaceful to the wolves + anyone in the woods of Wolvendom after u started living there)

they knowww ur cookin smth fucking amazing

(and u even have some hilichurls and mitachurl that wander close to Andrius’ edge of the woods to shyly beg for scraps,, u give them a portion)

Razor was actually lookin at u like u hung the stars just for him when u gave him a homemade barbecue sauce to put on his food

(u acc may have done that to Teyvatians according to Andrius + the stories u overheard from Springvale…)

ok but the amount of begging u get for desserts like-

No, Razor u cannot have chocolate cake/cupcakes after every meal, u need to take care of ur teeth

(u use ur collection of mora-monster-donations for comms for more ingredients and living supplies like fabric + furniture, u cant afford dental on top of that for ur boy)

Fischl dutifully declares you the “best chef in the kingdom” and writes down all ur recipes (u have them auto-stored in ur settings obv but it cant hurt to have a physical copy, and they look so happy doing it, u don't have the heart to tell them its not necessary-)

Benny insists on both giving u extra ingredients when he takes ur commissions, and giving u handmade trinkets or weapons for the meals!!

No!! He will not take “im good” for an answer!! ur sharing ur home-cave with him, taking care of his best friend Razor, and now feeding him food better than Liuli Pavilion!!! There’s no way he can just take all that and give nothing back!!!!

and theyre not the only ones getting some food tbh

when the knights begin patroling near Wolvendom and slowly all of Mondstadt to search for their “All God”, u break up the beginnings of a fight between 2 confused knights and the now peaceful hilichurl camp at the edge of Wolvendom

U offer some snacks u were going to give Benny’s Adventure Team when they got back (u made little triangle sandwiches, rice balls, etc. finger foods, and u made plenty extra bc u kno their teenage appetites lol)

the knights and hilichurls nearly cried with appreciation, which made for a hilarious sight when the teens actually showed up lmao

ur wearing ur cloak, bc u dont wanna take on that whole “creator of worlds” title just yet, and the kids helped verify u werent anyone suspicious (Benny + Fischl keep ur godly secret, theyre the best like that 🥰)

the knights just swing by for snacks occasionally (they also either pay u in trade or with mora, theyre not bullies)

another person who gets flavored food privileges is the lazy librarian witch herself

u also sometimes pick Razor up from Lisa’s tutoring and bring “the best tea and tea snacks in the world” along with to share with Lisa and him

(she is also fully aware after awhile of meeting u of what u are, and fully believes this is why the food must be enchanted to be so good, but u dont want to be treated super reverently she can tell, so she keeps ur secret too and is just extra flirty when u come by lol)

(Razor refuses to let his pare- Lupical move out of ur cozy cave to the library, so he sometimes hauls u away when Lisa flirts too much LMAO)

…and the moment you've been waiting for.

Yes, Diluc got to try ur food that night he was searching Wolvendom for signs of the god of Teyvat

tbh Diluc was half-convinced that shit was a fever dream.

a bunch of sleepy wolves, a coffee table in the stone colosseum, a giant spirit wolf licking a big plate clean, the wolf-kid glaring at him, and you.

you with gold eyes, staring right thru his soul, like you already know everything there is to know about him, (like the way Kaeya looked at him that night),

like he doesnt even have to introduce himself

and he doesnt, u just lightly smack Razor’s hands until he gets rid of his claymore w/a pout, since Diluc had long since dropped his,

and grab a plate, piling on what leftovers u could, and turn back around from the coffee table to smile at him, patting the cushion-seat beside u for him to join

The giant glowing wolf licks his lips and watches him, the wolf-kid’s creepily watches him, and you, with eyes gold in teh light of a simmering bonfire just past the table, watch him

he just sits down and begins to eat.

its the best food he’s ever had, its his dad’s favorite dish, but not realistically, but the way memory embellishes a dish so much it can never be tasted again, except its right here. in front of him. u pour some wolfhook juice for him, and offer him a napkin to wipe his mouth and eyes

Diluc visits often after that, obviously.

u give him snacks too, and when he lets the staff try some, Adeline will not stop harassing him abt gettin ur recipes/ingredeints so u get him to pay Fischl to get a copy of their recipe book :)

including blank pages for future entries, and Fischl is literally glowing with happiness, would not stop monologuing abt ur food for weeks (send help Oz wants some peace and quiet sometimes)

Oh Diluc absolutely told the Favonius knights he found you. But he’s not saying where LMAO

Jean is actually begging him, Diluc ik u hate the knights but this is an international investigation-

this is the closest Diluc has ever gotten to getting under Venti’s skin.

when he told him this at Angel’s while bartending, he just casually ofc said this, just his smug little smirk, and the anemo god cracked a glass and everything- esp when he said he tried ur cooking??

he's gotta start looking over his shoulder in the city bc not only is Venti stalking him, the entirety of Mondstadt’s citizens are glaring at him in envy everywhere he goes LMAOO

(Venti now has a bar glass or too on his tab to pay off as well)

mans is literally paying u in weapon/artifact materials/mora to make him lunch one day and Venti nearly lunges over the counter

(Diluc purposefully ate it in front of him 💀)

ur food is the ultimate, “u could make a religion out of this!” /ref

like Diluc fully gives u offerings of ingredients he can pay for shipping from other countries + along with regular materials after grinding in domains

does the rest of Mondstadt + the world find out where u are?

only if Diluc lets them tbh. LMFAO

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hope u have a great weekend and i did this little side story justice for you

Safe Travels BK Trashfire,

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[psychebutterflysol]

"𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

a/u: i like doomed relationships. this is just a prologue. next chapter would be real teehee. can you guess where the reader would be reborn?

warning: death, implied unhealthy relationship.

Your life was normal, halting from a wealthy family and ended up with a well-paid job.

The little diamond ring around your finger spoke volumes of the engagement with your beloved fiancee.

There was something that felt missing in your life though.

It was mundane, waking up to an excessively needy lover, who you didn't know if your feelings remained like the first time, plus enduring some bad rumors because you were privileged.

The butterflies previously resided in your stomach morphed into skull moths, and you weren't sure if you could contain them anymore.

Lingering touches and gazes started to seem overbearing, too suffocating, like vines wrapped around your form.

It was another exhausting anniversary of your five-year relationship, and while you were heading back home, texting with your betrothed, you were stabbed from behind.

The sky had already been coated in darkness, the streets had been emptied throughout, all were a perfect formula for a murder.

Being rich was a bitch was your dazed thought, as blood gushed out, red tainted the outfit you loved.

Blots danced in your vision, and when you messaged back a meaningless 'I love you', you officially died.

At least you escaped that boring existence, right?

Fate decided to toy with you by placing you in Genshin Impact, a game you spent most time investing in.

You remembered being proud of your C8 Qiqu and DPS Furina since you usually dragged the sooner to co-op.

So you spent two unremarkable years in Fontaine as a florist, while concealing your knowledge about the future, for all the fanfic you read, and since this world worshipped the Creator too.

You didn't want to get outed as this enigmatic possible imposter or deal with the characters' religious frenzies.

Furina was an interesting case to observe, and Neuvilette often made a few appearances there and then.

Melusines sometimes ran around before your shop, requesting beautiful bouquets.

Business was doing well, not worldwide famous nor near the bridge of close down, just an average shop you expected from an NPC

Strangely enough, you didn't feel guilty for abandoning your fiancee, instead enjoying the fresh freedom you longed for.

Away from her keen eyes, slimy fingers, and unnecessary jealousy.

Recently, there had been rumors about the appearance of a person who proclaimed herself to be the saintess, sent by the Creator.

You could already sense Furina's fuming in the court, and other archons' demeanors.

Oh well, you would just return back to work and watch as another Sagau Imposter fanfic unfolded. Surely, nothing could go wrong-

"[Name]?"

Fuck.

Out of all people, it was her all alone.

Her eyes, filled with twisted feelings, disgusted you.

Her figure engulfed you whole into an embrace, squeezing the breath of your body.

What made it worse, was that you had overestimated the characters' intelligence, and they genuinely believed she was the one.

You could feel their eyes prickling against your skin as you frantically pushed her away, ignoring the shakes of your body and the ragged breaths.

They didn't understand why the vessel of the benevolent and caring God was rejected by this mere mortal.

In their eyes, you should have been overjoyed upon being pampered by the saintess.

And so, the tranquility you experienced shattered easily underneath the pressure of these beings.

Your shop was demolished, your reputation was torn apart, and your privacy was out of the picture, as you were regarded as the saintess's lover.

Oh, if only they knew the saintess considered you her god.

You lost yourself to the person you vowed to stay away.

But the Fatui wasn't happy.

Tsarista was fuming, assuming you had cast a spell on her.

She sent her loyal followers to chase after you, in secret of course.

In the end, you were accused of fraud, tax evasion, and many other crimes.

The execution was held in front of the people, as the saintess drowned herself in sorrow and desperation, you died.

Your body sank deeper into the ocean, red blood mixed with the water, and your eyes closed.

It should have been you.

You were the one who arrived first.

Hell, you even helped more people than her! You knew more things about this forsaken game than her!

Stop looking at you with such pity!

Just because you were being rightfully paranoid didn't mean you were stupid!

There was a tale of a picturesque saintess and a mysterious traveler, alongside a weird creature.

They embarked on a journey to the seven lands of Teyvat.

What a shame, you died even before the story began.

"oh issue of the stars, may fate beest so kind to blesseth thee with anoth'r chance. may teyvat learneth to loveth thee, liketh how the 'saintess' loveth thee. "

[thedarknesslord]

SAGAU but you're saved by characters from other Self-Aware games

TW: It's SAGAU, so expect some violence, religious themes, and pratically everything you can expect from SAGAU itself. Plus, this is before we get to know who the Pyro Archon is.

"IMPOSTOR!"

"DEATH TO THE USURPER!"

"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FOREVER!"

At this point, you've lost count of how many times you've heard those words once the "Hunt for the Imposter" began.

You've heard them numerous times before. The moment you arrived in a world you once thought to be a game. The moment you got sent to Hell when that damn drunken driver smashed right into your car.

Now, the Demons that you once thought were Angels in your eyes hunted you throughout all of Teyvat, treating you like the worst criminal in all of existence.

You know the first place you arrived Mondstadt, but the rush from running away for god knows how many days left your memories somewhat blurry. That, and all the pain and wounds you received from the Genshin cast.

All over this weird belief that you were a "False Creator".

*WHOOSH!*

A blinding pain interrupts from your thoughts. You scream in agony as you abruptly fall to the ground, shocked by the sight of an arrow lodged in your leg. Most likely Vent-no, Barbatos. That's who the bard really was.

Tears stream down your face as you see the horde of people with raw, indistinguishable looks of contempt directed towards you. You could recognize them all; Lisa, Kaeya, Yae Miko, hell, you even spotted Tartaglia in there.

Accompanying them where the Gods of Teyvat. The Archons themselves, or atleast, the ones you knew were officially Archons. From Morax, Ei, Barbatos (Who giggled as he saw his arrow lodged on the target) and even the Tsaritsa herself. Her appearance being similar to the one drawn by one Astruma2.

(A/N: You can check it out here!)

"Ehe!~ Oops, did that hurt?" Barbatos sneered, a sadistic glee in his eyes that would be out of place in the drunken bard you use to love. The supposed "God of Freedom" approaches your beaten form alongside his fellow gods.

"Usurper. For the longest time, you have refused to atone for the biggest sin imaginable; stealing the face of the Almighty Creator. Your mockery of the Divine has come to its end. It is time to pay for your crime." Raiden Ei's stern voice spoke to your sobbing body, hand clenching the Musou Isshin, which was crackling with purple lightning. Fitting for an Electro user.

Tears continued dripping down your face. Was this really it? Was this how you would die? Stuck here? Or would you come back to your world after perishing?

Approaching you with a Polearm held in his hand, was your "Executioner." You perked up when the steps stopped in front of you. Deciding to at least see who it was, your eyes went up before locking view with the golden orbs of the Lord of Geo. Morax looked down on you with pure disgust, seemingly restraining himself from striking you down right here and now.

"This ends now, you filthy heretic. The taint you have put on The Divine Grace's name with your mocking flesh shall finally end right here. Prepare to join your sinful brethren at the Abyss." Snarled the God of Contracts, pointing the Vortex Vanquisher at your head.

Part of you knew that some of them wanted to torture you even further (Mostly that damn Fatui Doctor who you simped for), but after all the time you also expected them to end this cat and mouse game once and for all.

"NO! STOP!" Called out the Traveler, trying to push through the crowd alongside Paimon. From the moment you fell to Teyvat, they remembered your aura. It was the same one guiding them from the moment you started playing. They tried numerous times to find you, but your desperation for survival stopped that from happening.

Tears fall from your eyes as you close them and take a deep breath, before giving up. Whether you go back to your world once you die or not doesn't matter, you're free from this whole disaster. You're tired, and you can finally rest after all this time.

Staring at Morax eye to eye, you give him the order.

"Just do it already."

However, it seems like Fate had order plans for you.

"Epsilon! Abstract Tragedy!"

A unfamiliar voice to you, with a French-tinged English, calls out before flashing lights appear and an invisible force hits the Archons, pushing them back. You and the crowd can only stare in shock as a white, floating ring appears; Apparently the cause behind the attack.

"C'mon Kris! We gotta help them!"

Another voice proclaims, and you hear as presumably two people run towards you, trying to get you up. The shock you were in fades away, as you stare at the tanned face of a cat; One from a very, very familiar game that broke your heart.

....Niko?

"(Y/N), please! We need to get away from them!" Niko cries out in distress, the sight of your battered body bringing tears to their eyes. Out of all the ways they expected their reunion with you after you helped them go home, this was definitely not how it should've gone down.

You just stare dumbfounded at them, before a constant tug at your arm makes you makes you turn to a side, this time being greeted by a certain Lightner in a knight-like armor staring at you with a single red eye.

Kris!?

Kris just stared at you with a solemn look. While they weren't exactly happy about you controlling their body, they knew something was odd when you simply didn't appear one day. Soon enough, they now had to travel to this world with two others in order to save you from the hell you were currently living. They had to admit; Kris had grown used to your presence, and while they wanted you to stop using them like a puppet, what was happening to you now was beyond cruel.

They tugged your arm before pointing backwards, indicating that you all needed to get out. You simply nodded, as you quickly got back to your senses and got back up to your feet, albeit with some difficulty with your injuries. Your two protectors let out a breath in relief, before Niko shouted at the person who stopped your would be murderers, "Batter! We got them, try and fend them off while you can!"

As the duo rushed to get you out, your eyes went back to the mob that was hunting you down, and just like Niko described, yet another character from a self-aware game you once played was there to help you. This time it a rather tall, monochromatic baseball player with three floating rings serving as his Add-Ons. The same one you had helped to purify his broken world.

Batter!

The Batter glared with his four eyes, a look of sheer anger in all of them. He had sensed you were in danger; how could he not? He was your loyal puppet, after all. During the time you guided him, he had sworn to protect you should you ever somehow be in danger. And after a long hibernation in the Nothingness, that time had come now. Now, these filthy criminals shall pay for their crimes against you.

"Repent while you can, corrupted Guardians. For I am the Judgement that has come to punish you for your countless sins." His Ashley Bat held tightly in his hands, Batter prepared himself for a battle, intending on giving his two new "partners" time to help his God escape far from here.

As the Archons wielded their weapons, his Add-Ons floated besides him, all three ready to help them like they always had. He had purified the Guardians of his world, alongside the many specters invading it. Thanks to you, he had reached Level 50; the maximum he could get. It would take these fools a miracle to finally end him.

Before giving out the first attack, Batter only let out three simple words:

"Purification in Progress..."

(A/N: Phew! Hope y'all enjoyed this little thing I made! It honestly saddened that there weren't any other SAGAU post that implemented games that were actually self-aware like, say, OFF or Deltarune. Thus, this was made! Oh and don't worry about Batter, he makes it out fine :D)

[the-real-fandom-person]

SAGAU-related brainrot knocking around my skull lately: Lady Maria!Creator.

Noble, graceful, remorseful, powerful, melancholy, otherworldly Lady Maria. The Creator isn’t a pure and untouched soul, she’s a scarred and battle-hardened warrior, ridden with guilt. Trauma has made her cold, yet paradoxically gentle.

Teyvat makes lumenflowers blossom everywhere to herald Maria!Creator’s arrival. Big ones, small ones, towering ones, blooming after sundown alongside the glaze lilies. Even in extreme temperatures, the cold, pale flowers make themselves at home. Slotting peacefully into the local ecosystems without becoming invasive. 

The Pari and the Aranara wake up to find lumenwood groves just outside their respective homes. The Melusines become enamored with these new ‘moon blossoms’ sprouting throughout their village, even the parts that are completely underwater. Amurta students and Fontaine researchers scramble over each other to study this new species. Nilou makes M!C a lumenflower crown, and it replaces her hunter’s cap for the day. Nilou gets the first ever hug from the Creator. Suck it, Azar.

Albedo and Sucrose experiment on these new plants immediately. Xiangling is already using it in some strange new recipe, something Chongyun will actually eat for once. Tighnari, Ganyu, and Shenhe take curious bites out of a lumenflower cutting. The taste isn’t unpleasant, just incomparable to anything else in Teyvat.

Inazuma characters, especially Kazuha, are absolutely fascinated by the Rakuyo (and maybe a little jealous). So graceful is M!C with her strange weapon, so easily she wields it on the battlefield. Every blacksmith in Teyvat hears the words ‘trick weapon’ and takes it as a challenge. Many come close, but none can truly replicate the genuine articles. May they never have a true need for beast-slaying weapons.

Imposter AU? With one of Bloodborne’s toughest bosses? Laughable. RIP anyone stupid enough to try. And if there’s a fake Creator pulling the strings? Not after a quick visceral attack, there isn’t. M!C pulls a blood blade to cut down the imposter’s guards (she notices the stars in her blood that weren’t there before) and the imposter receives the most satisfying visceral ever. 

Up to this point M!C put no stock in the ‘god’ thing. All she sees is mad cult, led by a petty and jealous brat on a power trip. But then she sees the stars in her blood, hears the voice of Teyvat itself, puts two and two together and just… laughs hysterically, because this whole situation is patently ridiculous. Byrgenwerth and the Healing Church failed in their quests for ascension, their heinous crimes being all for naught. Now here she is, thrown headfirst into unwanted ‘godhood’ and getting hunted by her supposed worshipers. Oh, how the tables have turned. 

Once people see the cosmos reflected in M!C’s blood, they fall over each other trying to apologize. Since she’s reached negative patience for everyone’s bullshit, she ignores them and fucks off to the Nightmare. After coming into Teyvat, M!C gained the power to enter and exit the Nightmare at will. The Nightmare doesn’t bend to her will, but it doesn’t treat her as an intruder. The Silverbeasts and Winter Lanterns don’t bat an eye at her presence. She’s a true denizen of both the waking world and the world of dreams, now. 

That night, every soul in Teyvat has the same nightmare - the Celestial gods attempting to forcibly summon the Creator, only to have themselves snatched from Celestia and dragged into a hostile, eldritch world of unfamiliar mish-mashed environments. At every turn, it is full of nightmarish creatures out for their blood. One by one, all but a select portion of Celestials become beast food, with M!C protecting the final ones herself.

Celestia, responsible for planting the fake Creator, falls from the sky the next day, its grand architecture reduced to mere rubble that rains from the heavens. Found amongst these ruins are the mangled, blood-drained and half-eaten bodies of Celestial gods. Spears made of blood impale many of the bodies, spears that seem to have sprouted from inside the flesh. Those that still have intact faces bear identical looks of horror. They find The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles in literal pieces - crushed and torn apart by hands that must have been the size of a grown man.

New stars and constellations appear in the night sky, as the illusion created by Celestia slowly fades. The curse placed on the people of Khaenriah gradually dissipates as well - the hillichurl tribes withdraw from the world, content to leave it alone. Every day, the curse lifts a little more from the people of Khaenriah; one day, Dainslief, Pierro and all the rest will finally be able to die. 

In Celestia’s place rises a second moon - a snow-white harvest moon, always full, large and visible even when clouds blanket the sky.

The Archons try to follow M!C into the Nightmare, but like Celestia, they get their shit wrecked by the denizens of the Frontier. The Archons don’t die for real, they’re just permanently cut off from the Nightmare. It takes Nahida, with dream powers of her own + Traveler and Wanderer in tow, to reach M!C and convince her to give the people of Teyvat a second chance. Nahida succeeds because she has the sense to treat M!C as a person, not some untouchable idol.

Sumeru is warm and welcoming, nothing like Yharnam or Cainhurst. M!C has fond memories from her time as a Byrgenwerth scholar, and the Akademiya feels like home. Sumeru becomes M!C’s preferred nation by default, to the pride of the locals and the despair of everyone else.

M!C has trouble wrapping her head around how mundane Teyvat’s supposed ‘gods’ are. Elemental powers or not, these Archons are too human to be divine; the only divinity M!C knows is eldritch, alien, far beyond mortal comprehension. The Traveler is fractionally closer to true godhood than any Archon. But then, just as the Great Ones were beyond human comprehension, so too are humans beyond the understanding of the Great Ones - perhaps it’s better for humans to have human gods.

Speaking of gods, M!C and Nahida bond over their dream-related powers. If this is before the climax of the Sumeru quest line, the Akademiya gets real quiet, especially when M!C publicly points out how asinine their logic is (she was closely associated with Byrgenwerth and Laurence, she knows their kind all too well). For all of his failures, all the disastrous consequences, Vicar Laurence at least had genuinely good intentions; these fools only care about themselves and preserving their own power. Scaramouche, Azar, the traitorous Sages - selfish, ignorant children all, meddling with forces they only pretend to understand. Crushing them herself is merciful compared to the other outcomes.

Through tactical manipulation of dream worlds, M!C busts Nahida out of baby jail long before Traveler and co. have to, and the Akademiya goes into panic mode because the Creator herself is coming for them. Traveler and co.’s plans turn instead to finding the hidden laboratory under Sumeru City - the combined power of dreams horrifically distorts the battlefield around the Shouki no Kami, even after his defeat. M!C doesn’t kill Azar after the fact, but she doesn’t let him go into exile empty-handed... because she cuts off his hands. Cyno is too unsettled to laugh.

Scaramouche resents her for her part in ruining his apotheosis (and because the Creator didn’t do shit for him in his tragically long life) but as the Wanderer, he and M!C bond over a shared disgust for the Second Fatui Harbinger.

And speaking of the Fatui... Well, they try to recruit her to the cause, and she has this to say:

“I’ll not serve your organization while any part of Dottore yet lives. For too many years, I stood by and did nothing while so-called ‘doctors’ brutalized the innocent and vulnerable for their supposed research, their dreams of godhood and divine revelation. Never again. If your leaders possess a shred of self-preservation between themselves, then perish the thought this instant.”

Fatui agent(s): ...

They don’t give up, of course. The less friendly ‘recruiters’ get sent back to Snezhnaya in pieces. The only Fatuus M!C tolerates is Tartaglia, because aside from being the Traveler’s friend, he’s a decent punching bag/sparring partner. She finds his Foul Legacy transformation cute, like a kitten baring its teeth at a lion.

Related idea: M!C meets Dottore’s remaining segment, and after everything she’s heard (let’s say from Collei and Wanderer, maybe Nahida too) she barely lets him get two words in before cutting his head clean off. Will this affect Dottore in the long run? Probably not. Does it make her feel better? Yes, actually. Collei certainly isn’t upset by the news. Wanderer is, only because he feels M!C was too merciful. She lets him dismember the segment so they can stuff it in a box and send it back to the Doctor as a warning.

If a scourge of beasts were to descend on Teyvat, probably because of Dottore M!C would lead the defense. This is not a war that mortals alone can fight, she insists. By her orders, every available god (herself included), adeptus, dragon, and most of the older allogenes are on the front lines, staving off the worst of the horde. Pyro users are in high demand, for the beasts fear them the most. In lieu of blood ministration, the various healers of Teyvat are working ‘round-the-clock. An entirely new crop of Vision-wielding healers spring up, because Teyvat’s top god herself unconsciously wills them into existence. Because M!C would never make use of the Old Blood, not after seeing and experiencing its effects firsthand. The burden of being a capital-H Hunter, the sweet, intoxicating call of blood - M!C remembers Byrgenwerth’s sacred adage, and she has learned from the mistakes of Vicar Laurence. Yharnam was merely the latest in a cycle of destruction, all because of the Old Blood. She will not doom Teyvat to suffer the same fate.

[alitheakorogane]

Venti: I am the God of Freedom, and the existence of this Divine Creator can threaten my ideal for Mondstadt, which is freedom. I am already chained by Celestia and their stuffy rules. I don't want any wannabe rule over me like those haughty bastards.

Venti: If they tried to interfere with my concept of freedom, I would not hesitate to hunt them down for the safety of Mondstadt.

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Venti: But if they decided to bring me those juicy apples and promised to help me with the pranks, I can let them run free and even help them annoy the other Archons.

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔣𝔢!

Genshin Impact (SAGAU as well)

Obey me!

Hetalia

KNY/Demon slayer

The Arcana (romance game)

Magi

Nanbaka!

Honkai: Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

Trigun

Love & Deepspace

Creepypasta

Final Fantasy

LOTR/The Hobbit/Silmarillion

MCU

nobu’s kinktober list of 2023!

5K followers masterlist

[lovesickeros]

☆ what a kind god, what a cruel god

{☆} characters zhongli {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, light angst {☆} word count 0.5k

You are a kind God - with hands that heal instead of hurt. Words that forgive, instead of rightfully insult. The stories do little justice to the breadth of your gentleness, extending your love to the slimes that coalesce at your feet, eager to know the touch of the Divine. The birds that sing with the wind your praises from upon your shoulder.

But to him, your kindness is so very cruel.

They do not deserve it. He does not deserve it.

Your forgiveness should be a blessing after all they have done, but it feels like swallowing acid instead. It makes him feel sick and lightheaded, throat constricting until he struggles to breath against the weight of his sins, heavy upon his chest.

He wonders if your hatred would be easier. Even apathy, he thinks, would be preferable to the way your screams intermingle with the softness in your voice as you cradle his face between his hands within his dreams. Even in the waking world, your every word is shadowed by broken pleas, drowned in golden ichor as it rises up your throat, silencing your screams - it haunts him, and he cannot handle seeing the way you look at him in concern. He does not deserve it.

Try as he might, he cannot forgive himself. He does not think he ever can - not when he wakes to the feeling of blood on his hands, his tongue, filling his lungs until all he tastes and smells is blood.

If you had been a little less kind, he thinks he would find comfort in your cruelty.

Your anger would be a mercy.

But you are not. You are..kind. Gentle. So many things he once praised on bruised knees at an altar that towered far above him, drowned in gold and silks, every word he speaks a prayer to the most Divine. And he cannot bear the weight of knowing that he could have destroyed that part of you - he cannot bear knowing that he didn't, and you look upon the man who wore your blood like a second skin with a kindness that burns him like a hot iron.

He did not deserve such a loving God.

"..Zhongli?"

He pauses in his internal struggle, hands shaking on his lap. He clenches them into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms until they stop - yet you look at him with furrowed brows, concern gleaming in your eyes, and he feels sick all over again. But for you, he would do anything. Even if it meant pretending he did not feel like a monster in a mortals skin when you smiled at him like he was worth anything.

"Yes, Divine One?"

He chokes down the phantom taste of iron upon his tongue, forcing himself to smile to soothe the worries that crease your brow.

"You said you'd take me to the Chasm today."

He feels..relieved as the worry melts away from your features. It is the very least he can offer - he shall take upon your burdens, your worries, so that you may look upon Teyvat with love, and not fear. He will carry the sins of the many, so that you may look upon the nations with pride, and not horror.

It is all he can do, to ease the way his chest aches when you smile at him, hand tugging at his sleeve and forcing himself unsteadily to his feet.

He does not deserve you - but for today, he can pretend. Just a little while longer.

[l0viez]

Back again with another dumbass "imagine sagau fics"

Im going crazy either way its fine. Anyways imagine having MEGAN in a Sagau fanfic lmao, (if you havent watched the movie yet , i 97% recommend!)

SAGAU ;

Imagine having MEGAN as a gift or just a comfort "toy" to have gifted by someone and ever since that day you guys became like twins , technically glued to eachother☠️

Being in a SAGAU with MEGAN is like having a bulletproof bodyguard

Devoted Followers, Vessels, Personal Bodygaurd, Worshipper Who??? I only know MEGAN

Whenever theres someone trying to attack you aka their "grace" , MEGAN will slice their throat in half in like 0.1 faster than xiao teleporting to traveller whenever they call his name/hj

Your "followers" in teyvat WILL glare at MEGAN and if you tell them to leave MEGAN alone MEGAN will smirk at them like "I win btch" but if you just brush it off or like laugh it off MEGAN will death glare at them back

MEGAN has the "grace's right hand" privileges, Shes like your co-worker or vice-president or sum LMAO

The non humans (yk like Archons,, Venti, Zhongli, Ei, Xiao, Ganyu, and etc) would be like salty or envy over the fact you hang out with MEGAN and has more trust on MEGAN than them, like they has been worshipping you for what?? 99999+ years, centuries?? what did that "doll" do to gain your attention like that??😦

I feel like the ones that would accept MEGAN whole heartedly and would love her /p is the childrens or the teens,, if that makes sense😭 ! (Klee, Diona, Qiqi, Sayu, YaoYao, Dori, Xiangling, Noelle, Collei, Fischl, Bennet and more)

Since MEGAN has that fighting skills noelle would probably ask MEGAN for some advice so she can be apart of the KOF (as usual) ! and MEGAN would use her "robotic skills" and just give out noelle the whole description on how to fight and stuff it probs took like 3-6hours for MEGAN to finish bc noelle wants to know alot😭

It would be more cooler if like MEGAN plays genshin or like knows all the lore and characters (the power she holds☠️)

Whenever you sneak out, go on a meeting, went out to buy some stuff , went to travel you bet your ass MEGAN will be beside u 24/7 even if the mobs dont attack you MEGAN would still be on gaurd to make sure nothing harms you

MEGAN would play some songs back in your world if you feel stressed out by the work and responsibilities

MEGAN would make a deal with the fatui or the abyss to secretly spy on you where ever or whenever you go (its not like you will leave without her🫣!!!)

MEGAN gives me that platonic yandere vibes so if you ever have "secret admirers" , MEGAN would scan that letter properly and find your admirers house and "talk" to them nicely to stop bothering you

MEGAN would have that resting bitch face on 24/7 but whenever you talk to her she would look so bubbly and nice, but whenever your not around shes so close on choking the people that has been "eyeing" you whenever you breathe, theyre lucky that you told MEGAN to not harm anyone

MEGAN wouldnt give a damn fck about visions, like she would think its useless but the fatui would give her a delusion either way😭👆🏻 (you requested it)

MEGAN would find a way to either destory teyvat or make a portal to make you both go back home cause she doesnt plan on sharing you with anyone any time soon shes only having thin patience around these mfs , but she has to play nice for now😄‼️

IMPOSTER AU! SAGAU ;

you both somehow got teleported in genshin, idk how maybe MEGAN like heard you say you wanted to go to teyvat and MEGAN is like "im a robot i can do technology i can do portal shit lets go"

so now here you both are, eating soup in a small little camp and some fruit giving by some monsters you two met along the way! isnt that nice:')))

You had abit of wound, you were thinking you would have more wound than the wounds you got but suprise suprise MEGAN protected your sorry ass

looks like MEGAN has to train harder but good thing she still have some tricks on her sleeves

MEGAN doesnt mind threatening off a few "side characters" so you two would survive

MEGAN would send death threats to the "creator//the real imposter" and she would have it in like some of the archon's handwriting without signing (bc in the movie she managed to make a masterpiece of a drawing like zamn😭)

MEGAN would give out fake informations and will say its from the "creator//the real imposter" so they would believe it but it will take like a 1-2 year from them to realized that someone has been spreading fake informations

MEGAN would sneak in the academy and do some chaos in any technology plans they have just to make distractions and give you time to get like items you both might need

If the fatuis know your the real creator and take you both in, MEGAN would only help out the fatuis by giving out personal informations of other characters that they call themselves "devoted worshippers"

MEGAN would probably be great friends with Sandrone & scaramouche

MEGAN would be "friendly friendly" with dottore just to get more technology uses😭

MEGAN has thoughts on just beating the shit out of childe (and probably dottore) but she choose not because she doesnt have time to play around with "childe-rens" and has to be by your side 24/7

but If the abyss finds you both first

ofc they would take you both in and MEGAN would also share some tips or advice to defeat those vision users

The abyss sibling would ask your permission to take MEGAN with them from time to time to set out their plan on destorying teyvet and the people who wronged you

MEGAN was abit hesitant at first cause like,, leaving you alone with the abyss? Naur..

But then you insisted that MEGAN should go with aether (also so you can go explore the abyss abit without MEGAN breathing behind your neck😭)

MEGAN would be a trump card for the abyss like if the traveller sees their abyss sibiling with MEGAN, MEGAN would glare at them, if glaring can kill people traveller would have been dead already

and if traveler shares what he saw when he saw his sibiling to like,, someone they would probably go like "yo wait isnt that the kid with the imposter?!"

If people in teyvat finally get to their senses that the "creator" in the throne is the real imposter

they would hunt you and MEGAN down (again) but with "good intentions"

you and MEGAN would troll these bitches

MEGAN would sing creepy songs while theyre haunting at the dark

you and MEGAN will only go out at night but if theres a squad looking for you both

MEGAN would be hella overprotective and going infront of you with her weapon out while glaring at them

"Your grace!"

"Tsk. little bugs like you shouldn't show yourself infront of your "grace""

MEGAN wouldn't HESITATE too ROAST them.

and you would be laughing inside bc of it too

if ever you get recrowned as the "creator" and the real imposter gets jailed up

MEGAN will TOTURE that bitch whenever your sleeping

those "devoted followers" of yours would look at MEGAN and be like

"damn i wish i was her"

MEGAN will be your loyal bodyguard and right hand

why would you need those people when you have MEGAN who sticked with you even when you were still so young?

like you would have the largest trust issues with stuff like imagine

"(maid/bulter's name), please call zhongli."

"yes your grace!"

"yes your grace, you called?"

"please call MEGAN."

"a-"

like 😭😭😭YOU DONT WANT ANYTHING FROM THE PPL IN TEYVAT

and even if the real imposter comes back and claims their the real creator , MEGAN would know their bullshitting bc she has that scanner stuff😭‼️

MEGAN will always protect you from any harm and if something even touch you without your permission, their hand is getting cutted off

"MEGAN.. Was that really necessary..?"

"Of course, Its also my duty to make you comfortable at any time _____"

"Right,, but you didn—"

"Shush now, silly _____! I was only protecting you after all we're best friends aren't we?"

Que that person whos trynna touch you screaming in pain in the background🤭‼️

Have this shitty azz drawing❤️Goodbye xoxo

[yanfeisty]

GENSHIN SAGAU MEMES PART 7

How do you think the characters would react if they found your history?

Small talk about the sagau tag utc, no memes

I'm using this post for maybe a solution for for persons that don't like creator stuff in sagau, (bc if I did a post on its own probably 2 persons would see it), maybe create a new tag? Like, a tag strictly for self aware characters no other aus, bc really whatever the real meaning is or how old writers used it, for most people right now sagau is related to creator reader and I'm not talking about just writers, for readers too, and trying to tell to all of these people how should sagau be used and its meaning isn't going to work ;-;.

I totally understand that people don't like the tag being used for fics that doesn't have to do anything with the tag original meaning, but evolution happened ig, it is what it is so finding other solution is the better option, I hope this can help this issue ♡.

[crystalitecloudie]

Does anyone know what the oldest sagau post is? Like, who first conceptualized this idea? I kinda wanna make some sort of post/video on the history of sagau/other games that now have their own versions of sagau (like sahsrau). I could just scroll through "latest" on tumblr after searching sagau, but that probably isn't too convenient.

I'm gonna do it anyways in the mean time.

EDIT: I got to around March this year, and the Tumblr App crashed on me. I also checked the Wayback Machine, but nobody archived the link to search for sagau in the archives.

So THANK ME TUMBLR because I am the first person to archive sagau AND SAHSRAU on the wayback machine. Anyways I still need help with finding the oldest post... if I can.

EDIT EDIT: see this post

[crqizzart]

﹒ " WRITING EVENT ! "

yes ! thats right you’re reading this right ! im doing a letter / writing event !! im just doing this out of boredom! so you can send me asks about stuff.

i will write for any fandom! though.. make sure to add /p (platonic) and /r (romantic) at the end or beginning so i can know what you want! (for minors like klee sayu and qiqi will not be needed as they are automatically platonic.)

reader will automatically be gn unless specified! (no fem!reader)

FANDOMS :

genshin impact , honkai impact , twst , obey me , anime stuff , who made me a princess , omori , pj sekai , esemble stars , manwhas , mangas , arcana twilight , crk , etc

CAN BE :

self aware au , anything really! just spefic what you’d like , general headcanons ,

requests are always open till 30 / 4 / 2023 !

[mango-flavored-traveler]

a SAGAU where we aren't the creator or the imposter? UGH

*slams all of my primogems on the table*

TAKE THEM

(omg creator x reader when?)

(just imagine all of the fluffy moments we could have with them...)

(and bond over the fact that we could potentially from the same world)

i don’t want to set the world on fire… (prologue)

been reading through old imposter au sagaus, and found inspo to get off my butt and start typing…

anyway tw for your standard imposter au stuff like persecution, violence, and cussing

also you might be a trans allegory? idk what that means but i think i can infer

Imagine waking up in a body that is not your own.

It freaks you out; the first couple of days after the sudden shift, but you gather enough information to piece together the puzzle of where you are.

You’re in Genshin Impact, a game you just played to kill time.

Things are different here, you soon find out, as evident of the statues strewn about your new residence.

Your “family” and “friends” worry about you for a while, as you get set in your new life.

It’s disorienting, but after a while you eventually manage to find stable ground to stand on for your new life.

The tides of life remain calm for what seems like a moment after that, before everything you thought you knew about this world comes crumbling down.

Rumors of an imposter who takes up “Their Grace’s” face begin to pop up.

It scares you, the way that everybody takes up arms and begins a manhunt for this person who, to you, hadn’t done anything at all.

As one of your neighbors shoves a pitchfork into your hands, you quickly stammer out an excuse about thieves coming and robbing houses if they all go, and you also offer to stand and look out for whoever the hell they’re trying to kill.

They buy it.

Only six hours have passed since that interaction, and you hear the shuffling of… something.

Opening the door to your humble abode, you find a person covered in blood and rags, bones broken and cuts all over their damaged body.

Your gazes interlock, and their eyes widen at the sight of you. One step, two steps, three steps back. They turn and begin to run, before their legs give in to their fatigue and they trip.

You approach them as one would a wounded animal, which is probably what they’ve been treated like. You’ve already put two and two together.

This is the so-called “imposter” that everyone’s looking for.

They let out a couple of whimpers, and they’re hyperventilating. They shuffle away from you on all fours.

When your shadow inevitably casts over their crawling figure, they turn and begin to earnestly plead. You can only feel pity in your heart as they do so.

“PLEASE,” They cry out, “DON’T-DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” Their eyes begin to water. They look so scared, you think to yourself.

“please. just leave me alone…” They cover themselves up with their arms, hoping to alleviate at least some of the pain that comes their way.

When they realize that the pain doesn’t come, they come out of their shell slowly to face you.

In a random act of kindness, you decide to take them in, despite everyone else’s differing opinion on what you should do with or to them.

“Don’t worry,” you assure them, “I’m not going to hurt you.” You extend a hand out. “Can you stand?”

Wiping off tears of joy in their eyes, they take your hand and use your grip to pull themselves up. However, once they let go, they stumble to the ground, forcing you to pick them up and help to carry them.

“I don’t think we have time for names. But, I’ll try to at least feed you and give you some spare clothes.”

“O-ok….”

Once you make it to your residence, you sit them down and bring over a bowl of freshly heated potato soup. They devour it with fierce voracity, evident of how they’ve been mistreated. You also look around for anything that looks like it’ll fit and give it to them.

It’s a perfect match.

For the next about two months, life was pretty easygoing for the two of you. You hide them in a supply closet in your home when anyone would show up at the front door.

But they decide that it’s time for them to go. With a smile and a wave, you send them off on their journey, making sure that they have all their necessities on them.

Shortly after, another rumor- completely different from the one before it- spreads like a great wildfire.

The “imposter,” the one you had taken in and cared for, was actually the true creator all this time.

They’ve made a big speech about how they would destroy all of Teyvat for its sins against its creator, but they declare that they will not do this thanks to the sympathy and kindness of a certain individual.

That “certain individual?”

that’s you.

___________________________

WOOO IM BACK BABBBBYYYYY

anyway if yall wanna use this idea go ahead

I don’t get paid for this and you probably don’t either so go crazy with it

[psychebutterflysol]

𝟬𝟬. 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂

a/u: an expanded version of this drabble right here. i want to flesh the reader's background out a bit more, and their relationship with their 'spouse' too. remember that unreliable narrator is a very real thing thing.

warning: toxic relationship, implied dead and blood, stuff happens.

where did it begin?

all this ridiculous, unfair, and blindly foolish surferring.

eyes of ones you once regarded as mere characters you once enjoyed and loved, bore into your tattered form, puncturing into the fresh wound that dripped red.

'imposter!' they sang in their accusatory timbre, satisfied laughs and a saccharine cheerfulness you could taste on the tip of your tongue. As if there was an invisible force, your lips were sealed tights. eyes sore from nights of weeping, prayers falling deaf to anyone but the celestial. you had cried your heart out, to the point there was no tear left to pour. some words didn't make it into your ears, and as you were forced to kneel, humiliation overtook your heart, you glimpsed at her weeping form. your blood boiled at her audacity to cry, for all of these moments that led to this outcome caused by her. 

wasn't it ironic? for she was the one who once so lovingly looked at you, for this was the person you shared warmth with at night and touches of laughter by days.

your life was normal, halting from a well-off family and wrapping up with a high-paid job. in truth, your parents' marriage wasn't that of love, but benefitting the two parties. born as the youngest child, you were allowed to have no involvement in the dull lessons from private tutors to become a perfect heir. your older sister and you had a complex relationship, one sired from a shared trauma. the earliest memories about your parents were their backs, hands clutched in papers, and eyes glued to computer screens. every so often they would spare you a glance, and say nothing. there was no affection, nor the saccharine name callings, as if this union was another cold business. it didn't surprise you when you witnessed the blatant affairs of your father, and how your older sister shut you down whenever it was mentioned. you were indifferent, but a little irritated since you noticed how your father's mistress looked at you funny. additionally, she always fiddled with your mom's white rose pin. it was a heirloom, quoted your mother, which she would then pass on to your older sister. there was an uncommon hint of sadness in her timbre, and the sparks in her eyes shone shortly before abruptly returning to normal. perhaps she desired a better life for your older sister, for she was no reflection of her husband. you stood beside her in palpable silence, childishly thinking of the undisciplined classmates. at the age of 18, things changed, when your father was found bleeding in his office room. you were heading towards the company to return that pin, due to your mother's incomprehensible and persistent pleas. at the time, your older sister was traveling abroad, and still, no real connection. it was fine, finding the heirloom being painted in red. eyes cast down on his cold corpse, and a sense of boredom numbed your senses.

the funeral cut the luxurious peace that was long rooted in your family, as swift and cold as your father's disappointment. pure droplets dotted your outfit, a face devoid of any emotions hidden beneath the black veil. your gloved hands were nearly placed together, and as you were listening to your sister's practiced eulogy to the unfamiliar guests about how great the man was, your eyes caught with hers.

her eyes were a light shade of the sky, sore from all her weeping. your father, though his silent cruelty, was a loving and caring figure to his mistress's family. the pitiful blonde girl had not once considered him a father, for she was well aware of how wrong his relationship was to your family. she simply cried, since her mother had also passed away in a successful attempt of suicide. overwhelmed by losing her caretaker, and thrust into attending an event about the very man she disliked, crying was a natural reaction. at the time, you didn't know why you felt drawn to her. perhaps, you two fell victim to the same people, and for the first time, you viewed a humane being as beautiful. you tripped over your words, much to your dismay, and quietly offered a handkerchief. when the funeral ended, you took in your surroundings, a faint sadness tugged your lips as you noticed that the girl had already left.  

"did you...like her?" it had been ages since you heard that voice, a more mature and wary timbre rang from your ears. her presence, in your mind, was but another part of the mundane painting you carefully crafted for yourself. at the same time, she was an existence in a world that wasn't created for her, a space where there were you in it. her being, as a whole, remained an anomaly to your eternal gray winter, not a spring, nor a light of summer, but rather a yellow leaf from a tried and profound autumn. 

"i...don't know. she doesn't have a proper use to our company...." you shivered at your hesitation, biting back the urge to swallow as you rubbed your hands together. 

"....and yet, i want to talk more with her, to comfort those pretty eyes." you failed miserably at noticing how your sister's lips widened ever so slightly.

"is it weird, to find her more beautiful than a painting? to think that she could surpass a star?" when you turned your head to her, surprised at her silence, only to be taken back at her humming and smiling brightly. you knew of her since childhood, and yet this sight, akin to a rising dawn, bewildered you.

"it's normal, very normal." she chuckled. "it's like... what the little mermaid feels for the prince." 

"but, doesn't she end up....dead? i don't want to die because of a girl. is it a disease? i must have fallen ill. my heart keeps beating faster when I think of her...." 

"... it's admiration, silly. you want to become her friend." 

"ah, is that so? then....where shall i start? i keep stammering..."

"just put your trust in your sister."

it had been many years since then. your love story, despite being shrouded in much controversy, was unremarkable, but tranquil at the same time. she, the girl whose eyes were like diamonds from the sky, proposed to you underneath the honeyed sunlight. you pretended to be surprised, widened eyes before a smile tugged your lips. you blindly accepted her, a little diamond ring wrapped around your finger. had you known the tragic fate that is below you in the future, you wouldn't have thought of love, much less a marriage. 

since then, there has been something wrong, a missing puzzle that should have been completed in your life.

your fiancee changed, for the worse, after the engagement. she wasn't abusive nor neglected, but rather became more and more possessive. lingering touches and gazes started to seem overbearing, too suffocating, like tight vines around your form. the butterflies previously resided in your stomach's morphed into skull moths, and you weren’t sure if you could contain them anymore. they crawled towards your neck, gnawing into every fiber of your skin. it was disorientated, and the bad-mouthing at your workplace didn't make the situation any better. you were worn out, exhausted from all these peculiarities that suddenly poured down. 

it was the fifth anniversary of your relationship. heading home, with a slight hum, and a phone in your clutches, you failed to notice the lurking shadow that had been following you since the subway. unexpectedly, you were stabbed from behind by the stalker. the sky had already been coated in darkness, the streets had been well neigh emptied, creating a perfect formula for a murder. you didn't ask to be rich nor having the privilege to earn a position in your sister's company, were your thoughts as blood gushed out, red tainted the outfit you loved. black blots danced in your vision, and hands desperately replied a meaningless 'i love you'. a kick in your head was enough for death to take you from this miserable world of ennui.

at least, you could rest, right?

fate decided to toy with you by placing you in genshin impact, a game you used to waste time on. you remembered only caring for the lore and didn't bother to build any character properly. when you woke up, you wore the skin of a fontaine's citizen, and spent years as a florist, while withholding your knowledge about the fate of this world. for once, there was a noticeable change, which was the worship of an entity called the creator. you recalled vaguely about reading fanfic about this alternate universe, so you didn't want to be accused as an enigmatic imposter. the characters' religious frenzies were also a headache since you had to act as if you were so devoted to a figure you could care less of. through the years, your business was flourishing, not worldwide famous nor near the bridge of closing down. your life was utterly beige, following the melusines' requests and seeing the neverending commotions of the bustling region. strangely enough, you had never missed your lover, but it was understandable, in your defense. you grew bored of her keen eyes, viscous fingers, and clandestine jealousy, as those weren't your expectations. 

this life, though jaded, was the freedom you longed for.

recently, there sparked a rumor about the descent of a who had been claimed to be a prophet sent by the creator to lead teyvat to a propitious future. you paid no attention to it, much to estelle's dismay.

"[name]! you should be more excited! the flowers you sell are more lively than you!" she exclaimed, sighing at your seemingly aloof demeanors. you and she became acquainted after you 'accidentally' sent small lamp grasses to truand, which were whopperflowers in disguise. no one knew how you contained those beats, but your success in doing so had earned you an infamous reputation among fontaine. 

"i don't care. what's more, it is up to our archon to decide whether this is an imposter or not." you scoffed, squinted eyes as you thought of furina's facade for the past 500 years in the game. the woman was humiliated publicly and received no apologies. you would have continued back to your business, working as normal, if the saintess hadn't turned out to be the girl you abandoned.

it was unforeseen and frightfully startling when her body engulfed you in an embrace. you were acutely aware of the breaths that were squeezed out of your body, instincts that practically screamed to run, as their eyes prickled against your skin. they didn't understand why the vessel of the benevolent and caring creator was rejected by this unheard mortal. in their eyes, you should have been overjoyed upon being pampered by the saintess. since then, the tranquility you experienced shattered easily underneath the pressure of these beings. your shop was demolished, your reputation was torn apart, and your privacy was out of the picture, as you were regarded as the saintess’s lover. however, to add to your misery, when you swore to her that you would never sacrifice your dignity, and your regret of daring to be lured into a trance by her, she smiled. you had two options at the time, either your submission or a perturbed death. 

you chose death and were subjected to multiple torture, mostly from the fate harbingers, and the tsaritsa. 

before the day of your execution, she visited your prison, tears struck her face, as she embraced you tenderly.

"don't worry, my dear. after this, you could finally be mine."

they granted you a lenient death, a deft swipe from your neck.

upon your last minute, you contemplated your life.

it should have been you.

you were the one to arrive first, not her.

you knew more than her, knew more about this forsaken digital world then her.

there, along with the flow of time, sung a tale of a picturesque saintess, and a mysterious traveler, along with a floating oddity. they embarked on a journey through the seven lands of teyvat. 

what a shame, you died even before the story could begin.

“oh issue of the stars, may fate beest so kind to blesseth thee with anoth'r chance. may teyvat learneth to loveth thee, liketh how the 'saintess’ loveth thee. ”

[thedarknesslord]

Aight, Listen.

Self-Aware Imposter Genshin AU, but due to all the pain Reader goes fucking NUTS: They finally activate their powers and team with the Abyss Order, all to brutally kill the imposter in front of everyone, mocking them and saying how much they disgust them.

Plus, before the Archons suffer the same painful fate, Reader insults them in ways where they are broken mentally, (Example: Reader forcing Zhongli to say that Guizhong died because of his fault and birth), before Reader breaks them physically in inhuman ways.

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Furina, who while devoted to the creator, knows that they are not all powerful nor all knowing- after all, they still referred to her as Focalors, they still treat her as an archon and one of their acolytes.

Furina, who regularly questioned her faith and her loyalties- after all, she was attempting to fool the Heavenly Principles, the loyal attack dog of the creator, but at the same time, why didn’t the creator try and stop the prophecy? If the creator had the power, and truly loved all their humans and archons, why let Fontaine drown?

Furina, who when an impostor appeared, received the same order as every other archon- hunt down the imposter, the heretic who defied their revered creator, and destroy them and their treasonous behaviour.

Furina, who during the search, wondered if she would be hunted down with the same vigor if others would learn of her duplicity.

Furina, who found you in a grotto only able to be accessed underwater, who saw the way the creatures of the sea attempting to help you patch up the wound in your side, spilling golden blood, and realized her faith was misplaced with far more ease than any other archon could have mustered.

Furina, who helped her creator heal in that grotto, apologies soft and regretful on her lips. She should have realized sooner; After all, she knows how easy it is to impersonate a god.

[deceitful-darlings]

I still love this lore. I need to actually do something with it.

Have you seen the imposter au with sagau

I’ve seen both imposter au and the villain au, and yes, I love them! However, I don’t feel there’s often much background planned into the level of hatred or emotions from the characters, to the point it can almost feel completely out of character, and where did this ‘imposter’ even come from? So, why not make a lore, at least for my version, that half works with some prexisting characters with very little lore? I would say the imposter and villain au happen in a slightly different universe to the regular cult au, mainly because I don’t see how any of the Archons could’ve met the Divine Creator, yet somehow then see them millennia later and just...say they’re fake?

So, while their time of disappearance can vary for in the regular au, in the imposter and villain au, the Divine Creator must have vanished well over 6000 years ago, long before the oldest gods of Teyvat still alive even roamed the earth. Which then begs the question, what happened to them?

Well, we know of one being that is believed to currently be the start of Teyvat’s timeline. The Primordial One, a being who came from another world. Time to take the scraps of information I have and run with it.

The Primordial One was the first being to come to the Divine Creator, maybe even the being they created Teyvat for, after all, why would an all powerful being just create a world out of nowhere? The two were friends, The Primordial One shared their knowledge and The Divine Creator their power, and from this combination, the Old World was born. The first humans were some of the few who knew the truth of The Divine Creator, because their friendship (or romance) didn’t last.

The first humans could never be sure of the reasoning for it, but the relationship between the two began to fracture, they never spoke as to the reasoning, but one day The Divine Creator vanished from Teyvat. The Primordial One had attacked them, battling against them for a reason unknown, and during this battle The Divine Creator was wounded, their power, even after all these years, had not yet recovered from building Teyvat for their dear friend, and they weren’t strong enough to fight against them. So, Teyvat came to their aid, crumbling their physical form and sending their soul from Teyvat to another world, far from the reaches of The Primordial One.

Of course, they knew they hadn’t destroyed them, their soul had vanished yet there were still the faintest of traces of their existence, so they knew they must make a plan, and present a reason to the humans as to why you’re no longer here, whether it’s out of self preservation, guilt, or an attempt to lie to themselves about their action, they concoct their story.

The being who’d be walking among them was not The Divine Creator, they had known this for centuries but had not been strong enough to destroy the entity, born of darkness and corruption, that had stolen your face and drained you life force. They have now dealt with the imposter, however it had taken them too long to punish them, and you had suffered for their weakness, your body and soul so drained you were no longer able to manifest yourself, and your soul slept deep within Teyvat. So the story goes.

And how would they deal with the possibility of you returning? Well, they know it would be discoverered eventually, but they could buy themselves time. What better way to instil distrust that to make this being of fear and corruption a central peg in your story, the imposter that could always return wearing the face of The Divine Creator? Of course, they need something to be convincing, an imposter to make you seem like the imposter if you return, so The Primordial One sets to work. Creating a replica of a divine being is far from easy, but they manage to do so, and they link this body to the fragments of your divinity that linger in Teyvat. Using those fragments, this imposter is able to access memories, and even command Teyvat itself to an extremely limited degree.

The imposter was a failsafe, a being that was only to be used upon your return if it were soon, but when The Primordial One vanishes/dies, their story of imposters and real gods is passed through the generations until it is legend, to this very day the story is know. But the imposter is left behind. Sleeping deep in the earth they lay dormant, the fragments of your divinity whispering to them of the events in Teyvat, and upon your return they awaken. It has been many years since their master vanished, they’re no longer there to give new orders. Teyvat is very different to the one recalled in your hazy memory fragments, but none of that is of concern. They have one mission, and one mission only, the thing they had been born, taught, and raised for.

To dispose of the Divine Creator by any means necessary, be it death or incarceration, all to protect their creator’s secret.