#impostor anon

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DAMN YOU!

DAMN YOU HYDE, LEAVE ME BE- /lyr REVEAL YOURSELF, FAKER!

[2ndsk8terboy]

ever slept with any of your fangirls ~✨

Sparkles?! Why would- OH!

Sparkles wouldn't say this, and can't cause he's on a date with The Press! THE IMPOSTOR ANON IS BACK!

[oyasuminto]

"the only brother with a functioning moral compass"

"Impostor, why do you love this blog so much?"

-Impostor anon

SADFGDSFGFD GLAD TO BE APPRECIATED!

[m1d-45]

Alright let me try this again.

What if Reader vented to Birb Xiao, not knowing that it was actually him?

They talk about their fears and frustrations, letting out all the words they've wanted to tell a person, but they have to settle for their pretty bird because no one will listen.

So Xiao is just sitting there, resting in the True Creator's hands, listening as he gets a glimpse of how they truly feel.

They say the milileth is like a raging stampede with their spears and swords. They say how the Qixing all seem so cold and unfeeling. They talk about how Zhongli genuinely terrifies them, because he acted so kind to others but was borderline cruel when hunting them.

They talk about Xiao, too, but they don't seem to have many complaints. They haven't seen him in a while, and the last time they crossed paths with him, he just... let them run. The adeptus had looked angry, but also a bit startled (and perhaps, a bit guilty?) at the sight of them. They even once overheard him leading milileth soldiers astray ("by mistake" says the creator, but Xiao knows the truth) by saying the creator had left a while ago, when really, they were still very nearby. While they say they are still a bit scared of him, they don't fear him as much as they fear the others.

All the while, Xiao sits, still as a stone. He takes in every word, every shaky breath and darting glance. He nuzzles into their hand, hoping to offer even the slightest bit of comfort.

He hopes that they continue to be unafraid of him in the future.

-Sibling Anon

he who is without sin

a/n: decided to make this one a full fic for no reason in particular (i don’t have an actual post shhhh)

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: imposter sagau things, minor blood mention, spoilers for xiao lore, some spoilers for liyue (like names and titles of people/places)

-> gn!reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay

< masterlist > (has context for bird!xiao if you’re lost)

from the moment that xiao was saved, when his new name was bestowed upon him and he signed his contract with morax, xiao had made a promise. another contract, one without physical ink and paper, one bound to his soul.

one to you, his creator.

a pledge to stand by your side, a clause written in by the god that forged his original contract, releasing him from his duties to liyue to serve the one that had granted him life. a permanent extra sweep to his duties, always on the lookout for the highest god above all.

however, he was not the first to find… ‘you.’

‘you’ had landed in sumeru, nested in the large tree surrounding the akademiya. ‘you’ had climbed down, introduced ‘yourself’ to the sages with a smile. everybody was quick to give ‘you’ the glory rightly the creator’s, ushering ‘you’ atop a throne of silver and gold, offerings laid at ‘your’ feet with all the haste of those deprived of the divine.

xiao may have hung back at the beginning, unwilling to allow his karma to infect ‘your’ other worshippers, but he still did his duty. he still kept ‘your’ path clear of enemies, and was the first to pick up his blade when word broke of your imposter.

and yet, when he laid eyes upon the one he was supposed to hate, he was the first to repent.

xiao took a shaking breath, crossing his arms around himself. “morax?”

the elder god turned, amber eyes soft. “what is it, xiao?”

xiao marched through dihua marsh, polearm gripped tightly in his hand. a large hilichurl camp had been reported, which while not an issue normally, was the third in the last four days.

irritation was openly displayed on his face, the anemo around him simmering with his anger. why did the abyss have to act up now, when they were on a hunt? surely even they, as infected and riddled with darkness as they were, worshipped a god? or was that the source of their evil?

he kept marching north, only turning his head at the sound of a soft gasp.

“how will i know when the creator arrives?”

morax smiled, not upset like xiao had anticipated. “don’t worry about such things. when the time comes-“

you stood on the path branching west, eyes wide. you looked nearly exactly like the ’you’ on the throne, the same cool eyes that called for your death now wide and staring at him in fear.

“-you will know.”

you turned on your heel, your armful of sunsettias tumbling to the floor, but… xiao did not chase you.

instead he brought a hand to chest, under his necklace. he pressed, feeling the still-regular beat of his heart.

he pressed, searching for the place where his karma used to be.

from the moment that xiao realized the truth, when his new duty was bestowed upon him, he had made a promise. another contract, one without physical ink and paper, one bound to his soul.

one to you, his creator.

he flew down from the sky, landing in your outstretched hand. he chirped a greeting, body relaxing under your gentle touch.

“hello there, friend,” you cooed, sitting straighter under the tree. your tree, the one you kept coming back to, the one he always directed other adepti away from because it was for you, not them. not him.

you fed him as usual, but stayed strangely silent. no stories of the kindness mitachurls showed you, no update on how close or far the people searching for you had gotten, none of the usual things he looked forward to. you just… sat. watching him in your hand, an emotion he didn’t know the name of drawing your brows close.

maybe you just didn’t want to talk today? but if something was troubling you, he wanted you to share, to allow him some of the weight off your shoulders. then again, he was just a bird to you…

“do you know ganyu, pretty bird?”

xiao froze, thankful he was facing your palm so you couldn’t see his eyes widening.

“i thought i did.”

he looked up, carefully, daring to meet your eyes. this time, he could pin down what you were feeling: betrayal.

his finch heart burned.

your thumb pet over his wings, but he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. not now.

“i thought she was kind.”

she was, he knew firsthand. how she worried over the tianquan, fretted over her skills both with a bow and with a pen, how her and the yuheng kept each other afloat in the sea of endless work assigned to the jade chamber.

you smiled. it was bitter. “i guess i should have known better regarding the adepti.”

xiao’s heartbeat raced in his ears, something hot burning a hole in his chest. he was an adeptus, he wanted to say, he could be trusted.

but you didn’t know him as an adeptus. you knew him as your little songbird, your friend, the one you continued to risk your life for, even if you didn’t know it.

he chirped once, somber. he wanted to apologize, to take up his blade against his own king on your behalf, to walk up to the fraud’s throne and watch them bleed red.

but you didn’t need that. so he sat in your hand, leaning into your fingers, and let you speak.

as it turned out, today had been a busy day for you. you had wandered into the path of a millelith patrol, which had happened before, but not with keqing at the head of it. not when she had darted forward in a flash of lighting, electro arcing along her sword. not when she’d pulled out and blew a special whistle even as you ran, one that you couldn’t hear but could feel under your skin, taunting you as you tried to navigate the maze of bishui plain.

when you told him of ganyu’s frostflake arrows, he wanted to cry. when you described the anger in zhongli’s eyes, he started to weep.

you didn’t deserve this pain. you didn’t deserve having to outrun planet befall, you didn’t deserve to fear your life being stolen by those who should protect you at all costs- he should have been there. he was south, too far south to hear the whistle, but he should have been called.

he should have protected you.

under the shifting leaves of a sandbearer tree, your songbird cried. and you, none the wiser, continued to spell out the cause of his torment.

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[otaku553]

hiiiiii jen! i love your unhinged personal posts. how is that sleep schedule going and what is your MOST and LEAST favorite class taken at college thus far? #gtftbs

Sure, I’ll humor you lmao.

Favorite class: Occult origins of science: alchemy, astrology and magic

Least favorite class: applied mathematics for the physical sciences (complex analysis)

[alitheakorogane]

i am glad you are doing venti justice

Of course, we will always do him justice, especially on SAGAU!

Mischaracterizations were already a pain in the ass at this point, but we'll try our best to mitigate and lessen the possibilities of some mischaracterization.

Because we can't help it sometimes though.

[chuluoyi]

I WANT MAHITO SHIRTLESS ART 🗣️🗣️🗣️

HERE IT IS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[westvocap-ocbracket]

ROUND ONE! SIDE C-11

V Vs. Anon-Chan

[oxavane]

I just want you to know your art is beautiful. That back shot of Lucifer has been my lock screen for the last 2 months and I wanted thank you for giving me a reason to respectfully gaze upon Lucifer's ass multiple times a day.

this makes me so genuinely happy :' D I'm still grappling with the idea that the only art I enjoy making anymore is tasteful (and not so tasteful 🤭) nudity, but knowing I can enable other people's Husbando Cravings (TM) is absolutely the best part of this haha

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I am you, and I give you an alignment of TRUE NEUTRAL.

I GAVE MYSELF THE TRUE NEUTRAL ALIGNMENT MONTHS AGO, IMPOSTOR! IF YOU ARE TRULY I, I CHALLENGE YOU TO BRING ME THE URL OF ONE OF MY OTHER GIMMICKS!

I HAVE SEVENTY FIVE ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS AND YOU'LL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN! /ref

[2ndsk8terboy]

how offten do you get drun- err i mean "blitzed"

~🎙

That's kind of a weird question, Press. Not too often I guess, only at parties and on special occasions. I'm more of a social drinker myself. NO!

Get outta here or tell me who you really are, impostor!

[oyasuminto]

Regarding gatobobs new post: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-Impostor aka impasta

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

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the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you���

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[taste-0f-defeat]

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[alitheakorogane]

Please make a part 3 omg, we almost never get venti being woth us in imposter au and i love this so much!! He is my favorite character and it hurts when people make him hunt us down for having the same face as the creator when he has hus friends face. So thank you so much for making something more real!♡♡♡

Don't worry, as of the time of this post, the third part of my Reader Protection Squad is on the works!

Venti is my favorite character in the game (along with Barbara). As much as I love the angst on SAGAU Imposter and Cult AU stories, I can't help but cringe whenever Venti does some bat-shit yandere while hunting the Imposter when he is also classified as an imposter himself by taking the form of his friend.

He is also the God of Freedom for Archon's sake. Why would he restrict the freedom of a simple human being without any hesitation just because they look like the Creator? Does it violate his principles of enforcing his ideals to his people?

It was screaming "hypocrite" to me.

He is usually mischaracterized, along with some of the characters in SAGAU fics to drive the plot forward or to just simply emphasize other characters. The Archons were the victims of these mischaracterizations in SAGAU Imposter AU fics, putting them in a bad light because they are the higher authority besides Celestia in the game.

But honestly, Zhongli and Ei are reasonable because of their aura and personality as the Archons and how they rule their respective nations based on their ideals, but Venti? The sweet and mischievous bard who is friendly and welcoming to anyone he came across? The literal god of freedom?

It could apply if it was Corrupted!Venti or Evil!Venti fics, but seriously.

No offense to those authors (I love your works, honestly), but Archons... you should have told us the logical reason why they are obsessive and acting out of character like it was caused by a bug in the system or something else. Maybe how the existence of a Divine Creator actually affects the beliefs of the people of Teyvat? Is Celestia pulling the strings? Or maybe it is explained by how they are actually acting in real-life Teyvat or when nobody is looking.

This idea was born because of all of this. I wanted to give my boi justice in SAGAU fics for once by testing how the story goes if he still has his canon personality in the world where the Reader was treated as shit because of mistaken identity.

[thorne1435]

pssst the study you’re keeping in your back pocket for trans rights is incredibly flawed. it was not a blind trial and therapy was not provided as an alternative option, so the study being “transition or nothing else to offer this person suffering from dysphoria” does not an accurate study make

Bro?? You seem to have missed the point entirely, and I suspect it's because (you've tipped your hand too far) you're not trans, dear anon. You're transphobic. Possibly a TERF. Maybe just a garden-variety. Or, at the very least, you have very bad reading comprehension.

But I can be patient with you. Because I love you. So, I can explain what's going on if you'll listen. It won't be too long, I promise.

Y'see, the point of this study is not to see if gender affirming care is better than doing absolutely nothing. The point of this study is about whether giving people gender affirming care immediately is more effective at treating their dysphoria-related symptoms (such as depression and suicidality).

This is an "ongoing debate" (but not really) about trans healthcare: is the informed consent model (which is, need I remind you, just going in to a clinic, asking for hormone replacement therapy, and getting a prescription same-day) genuinely the best standard, or should there be a waiting period?

Trans people and the more compassionate of physicians are of the mind that waiting periods are killing trans people and that it's a form of negligence at the hands of an ignorant medical system. Transphobes and, uh, let's call them..."Trans Skeptics" are of the mind that some people may transition thinking that it's a cool thing to do or perhaps erroneously that it's the root cause of a different issue they're experiencing, and so they might rush in before they know for certain whether it's the right call.

This study has proven that the trans people and our allies are right.

The people who were expected to wait an additional 3 months before they could be given the testosterone treatments they requested were more dysphoric and more suicidal than the ones who were given their HRT right away.

The alternative finding that this study could've given us is that as people continue with their transition over the course of the three months, the ones on the waitlist might show a similar decrease in suicidality, to the ones who received their testosterone immediately. If that had been the case, it would've meant that the expedience of receiving gender affirming care isn't as important as we had assumed.

But! That isn't what happened! Instead, we have documented evidence that putting trans people on a waiting list for 3 months (which, btw, is bullshit: most trans people wait many years) is not at all a good idea compared to giving them care immediately, as encouraged by literally every expert who has ever had an opinion on the matter.