#why is it the only place with the primogem symbol

[decarabiandivorce]

Yeah theyve been helpful

Bestie im doing the nameless island quest thingy and whoever wrote this notebook got amelia earhart-ed. 😔. Rip Henry Morton's akademiya friend

Legit forgot there was an actual name to that quest I thought it was a hidden quest

But have fun, the achievement name is interesting!

[satorubrain]

CURSE THE GACHA!

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, silly, kinda crack fic, angst (thanks to gacha games)

Synopsis: You simply lost your 5050 in genshin.

It was supposed to be a good morning, better even. You both didn't have any missions or classes today, you both are supposed to be resting in bed till the afternoon, cuddling, lazily waking up to do your basic routine, eating something, and perhaps putting on masks while watching a movie. You both are SUPPOSED to be lazily resting. But Satoru can't find you in your bed. It's 7:30 in the morning and he's patting your place to feel your warmth and suffocate you with his cuddles but you're missing, not just that the place you were sleeping in is cold, meaning it's been a while since you've already left.

He grumbles, whining and calling out your name as he drags himself out of bed to hunt you down. You're nowhere to be found until he smells a sweet delicacy and heads to the kitchen watching you anxiously pacing around in the kitchen, stomping your feet while waiting for the dangos to be cooked.

As happy as he is, he's also slightly worried about the cause of your anxiety. You don't even notice his presence until he hugs you from behind and rubs your arm to calm you down."Babe, what's wrong??" He asks, still sleepy as he knows it's probably nothing serious until you turn around and grip his arms and look at him with panic apparent on your face. That's when he gets a little serious and is prepared to fight off anything that's troubling you.

"Satoru... Do you think I'll win my 5050 I've been saving for Raiden for six months..." you confess quietly, almost on the verge of tears, gripping his arms tightly. The sentence utterly shocks the man in front of you. There's a brief silence until he bursts into laughter holding you in his arms while you look at him confused. His laugh seemed to be getting louder seeing you getting angry. Of course, the only thing that worries you is your gacha games, how could he ever forget that.

"This is why you aren't getting any dangos" you threaten as you push the man away who is laughing at you and go back to prepping the dangos you made to celebrate your beloved 2d character as you wait for the game to update while swatting him away from the delicacy you made. That could barely stop him from clinging to you and whining about how much he deserved those treats you made.

Ignoring him, you finally get seated, in front of your computer, on Gojo's lap as he refuses to let go of you. Anxiously waiting while holding Gojo's hand tightly when the loading gets stuck on that geo symbol.

"Don't worry, princess, you will win the 5050"

He pats your head trying to calm down his silly beloved which seems to help until you open the banner screen and gasp when you see Raiden waiting to join your team, holding Gojo's hand even tighter.

"Princess you'll cut off my blood circulation" he remarks, giggling, just for you to hold his hand even more tightly with a "shut up" thrown at him.

Soon as you start pulling, it doesn't take long to see your awaited golden yellow fragment falling down from the sky, happily waiting for your lovely Raiden to come home but your happiness is destroyed when a red-haired man with a claymore appears on your screen. GONE. Your joy is gone to a place where your luck resides, to a land no one shall reach.

"I'm really gonna cry" you confess as you are about to harshly land your head against the but it was cushioned by a Satoru who was trying to control his laughter, trembling slightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Trying to calm himself down he steadies you both and points at the screen.

"Look!! Don't you have enough..." He recalls the name of the currency you told him of "primogems? I'm sure you can get her and her weapons as well!!"

"but Satoru i"m not that lucky" you sob, feeling defeated because of a certain shitty pyro MAN.

"then just swipe? After all, the amount won't even be noticeable, if not then I can-" Before he can even finish a sentence you protest loudly.

"NO. I know I can spend but there's no fun in that" you pout.

He sighs smiling and shaking his head at your stubborn behavior, trying not to laugh he just makes you face the screen as he places his hand on top of your hand which is resting on the mouse while making you face the screen. Without waiting any longer, he moves the cursor and clicks the '×10'.

You scream while Gojo proudly boasts about his victory when you see a golden yellow fragment on your screen. Of course, this happened. But not just that you loudly gasp while covering your mouth when you hear Satoru click as a second, third, and fourth Raidens appear on your screen. You blankly stare at your screen wondering how the fuck did your boyfriend break the game when you always seemed to be reaching pity.

Satoru who was only looking at you go through the rollercoaster ride of emotions wonders what happened and decides to spare a glance at the screen, that's when he realizes, of course, he broke the game.

"See babe it's just that easy!!! shouldn't I be rewarded for this?" He nuzzles into your cheek before showering you with kisses, dragging you out of your shock by placing a dango against your mouth as you take a bite smiling at your boyfriend's demands. "but honestly babe, your despair when you lose 5050 can create a special grade curse" he adds on earning an offended look and a smack on his hand.

You gulp down the food before showering him with well-deserved kisses before feeding him the dangos he was craving for the longest.

"Well, still I guess my lucky boyfriend deserves nice things for at least today!"

"That sure I always do!" He exclaims caging you in his embrace, giggling like little kids. Oh how much he loves these simple little worries. Laughing and crying over the tiniest things, being unnecessarily dramatic with his beloved. How healing it is to his soul to indulge in everything you liked. Oh, how he loved when you made him forget about the world by just your presence.

It's the first time I've written in years.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[emxie]

When the World Was At War We Kept Waltzing

You are the sole heir to one of the wealthiest families in the country. A charming and mysterious stranger steals your heart. What could go wrong?

Zhongli x Fem Reader

Warnings: Blood, gore, murder/massacre, violence, one curse word, slightly suggestive content, somewhat yandere Zhongli

Word Count: 3139

A/N: There are several influences that inspired this piece. Music plays a huge part in my writing, so originally I drew inspiration from Lana Del Rey, specifically her Born To Die album, which I love to pieces. Of course, this song title is basically from a Lana Del Rey song (from her Lust for Life album), except for the last word, which I changed to "Waltzing" both for alliteration/phonetics purposes, and because it fits the theme of the fic more. You might recognize influences from Hamilton and Parasite, as I also like these pieces of media. When I first started writing it, I meant to include more angst, but as I formed the story, it morphed into a darker storyline and came to involve some blood and gore. What can I say, I just enjoy writing horror. Additionally, you might notice some repeating motifs throughout the story, specifically involving color. After reading The Great Gatsby, I have been fundamentally changed as a person, and thus why this fic also contains color symbolism and repetition of such themes. Also, although it's a bit vague and I didn't specify the time period in the actual story, I like to imagine that this takes place in the 1920s (just like The Great Gatsby), and there's like the sense of grandeur and riches associated with the time period (until it all goes south with the stock market crash, but let's pretend that didn't exist in this fic).

Enough about the background. I have not gotten Zhongli yet, despite doing 30 rolls and then some, and his banner is still continuing for another week and a half or so, so I'm saving more primogems up to roll more for him. Please come home Zhongli!!!! I'm so desperate you're the one character I would pay money for. Anyways, take this fic as another cry for help from the RNG gods to give me Zhongli.

I hope you enjoy the story, and remember that if you are triggered by violence and graphic imagery, or yandere-type characters, please don't read this fic.

“Would you like to be mine, and I yours?”

That was what he had asked you on this balcony laden with brocade ribbons and your heart bursting with passion.

A breathy “Yes” passed your lips, and then he was on your lips, gripping the bodice with a ferocity bridled. You two had stayed like that under the moonlight, broken up only by the occasional crackle of a firework.

You ran your fingers over the marble balustrade. Memories danced through your mind, earning a small sardonic quirk at the corner of your mouth.

How naïve you were.

That night set in motion a series of elaborate plans, not that you were aware.

Not even a week later, he had asked your father for your hand in marriage. You watched, holding your breath, as he sat across the furnished oak table from your father. As they talked, his hands continued to move as if they were their own entity, gesticulating to convey his intense love for you.

After an hour of discussion, you watched as your father reached across the table to shake hands with your love.

He stood up, moving across the room to where you sat. His amber eyes glowed as he reached out to you, gloved hands an inviting trap. You took his hand, standing up and being pulled into a tight hug. He brushed his lips against your ear. “You’re mine, beloved.”

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After another month of bliss, engaged to the man who had taken your heart in its entirety, painting it red with his raging passion for you and entreating you to his cause, the wedding was announced. And it would be a sight to behold.

The absolutely sheer size and amount of wealth your family possessed signified that this would be a legendary union for ages to come. Invites slipped into envelopes and marked with your family’s seal, a dove holding an olive branch, were sent to hundreds around the country. Day in and day out maids and ladies-in-waiting would pester you about the dress, the flowers, the decorations, the theme, the ring you wished to gift your soon-to-be husband, and a variety of other accessories.

In the few spare moments you were able to catch with your fiancé, you would find yourself within his arms, gripping onto his broad shoulders as he bent down and kissed you. Occasionally you two would get a little too riled up, and had to cut your loving short lest a servant find you. But in those several times you found yourself subject to his more intense states, you were shivering, eager to learn what it was finally like to be loved by such a fierce and powerful man. And as you grabbed onto his long black and caramel locks which trailed behind him whenever he walked, pulling him down into a rough kiss, his hands ghosting your body feverishly, you couldn’t wait to be wed.

And wed you would be. For it was the day of your holy union to the one you loved, and excitement thrummed throughout your body as you were being dressed. The maids were straightening out the final pieces of your outfit. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you could hardly recognize the person staring back at you. The intricate makeup, paired with the dramatic crimson dress that you chose, was certainly a statement. Layers of bright red fabric made a beautiful waterfall all the way from your chest to your ankles. Making the decision to dress so boldly was another way to ensure the strength and legacy of your family among the wealthy. Of course, at the time, you didn’t think much of how he had suggested you wear a certain color.

They placed the scarlet veil over your face, obscuring your vision. It was time.

You walked out of the dressing room, a couple of servants gathering the glorious gradient of a tulle train behind you. The presence of such a color caused pride to swell in your heart, and your back straightened and you felt a bit taller as you slowly stepped, in sangria-colored heels no less, towards your future.

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You had arrived at the venue where the wedding was to be held. Hundreds of people, most whom you knew from previous encounters, milled around the entrance. Your maids guided you towards a side entrance, so that you would be prepared to walk down the aisle once everyone was seated.

After some time waiting, you were informed that everyone had gotten settled, and it was about time for you to walk.

Rising from your seat, you passed another mirror in the room before leaving. Glancing at your reflection, you noted how your appearance seemed to herald…something. You resembled a specter; of what kind though, would remain unseen.

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Regal doors, carved with designs of divine intervention, could barely be seen beyond your veil. There was a hand clenching around your heart. You could feel your pulse speed up. This was it. The beginning of your happy ever after.

Your father stood to your right, looping your arm with his. “Look at my gorgeous pumpkin, already so grown up.” You offered a delicate smile at these words.

A grinding noise sounded as the doors opened. Music began to play as you began the slow trek to the altar. Each step felt like an eternity. There was a noticeable hush as you began to walk.

Your gaze swept over the guests. You could make out some familiar faces. They looked as if they were drenched in a red liquid due to the filtering effects of the veil.

Then you were there. Your father handed you off, and stepped to the side. Looking up, you saw him.

He was dressed handsomely, in a suit matching your dress’s vivid choice of color. The sleeves stopped just above his wrists, allowing you to focus on his hands. Black gloves still covered his hands, barring you from viewing the naked flesh underneath. A little miffed, but undeterred by such an occurrence, your eyes moved up to his face.

He possessed a strong profile. Intense golden eyes, an angled bridge of a nose, lips that were straight-set, yet still so luscious and plump (you knew from kissing them so often), and a jawline to die for.

His eyes trailed over your body, taking in the sight of how beautifully you had dressed up. Just for him.

The music ceased. Only the occasional shuffling noise could be heard from the guests.

“We gather here today to celebrate a most momentous union!” The priest announced with a wide sweep of his arms. Some polite applause ensued, before dying into oblivion again.

The priest continued on with his speech. Some of the words became lost on you. Staring into those glowing amber eyes really did make you lose track of time.

With the exchange of the rings, you gave him a black ring carved from obsidian with ruby and gold veins running through it. In return, he gave you a typical diamond ring, although the jewel was perched atop a red crown. The priest was about to conclude.

“You may kiss the bride,” he declared. Your husband leaned in, grasping your soft hands in his rough leather gloves. He placed one hand behind your back and dipped you, while flipping the veil behind your head in one fluid motion. The crowd gasped in awe at his movement.

You could finally view his handsome face, unhindered by red. He kissed you, those plush lips resting comfortably on yours, just as they did on that nighttime balcony escapade. His eyes flashed a golden brown as he did so, so fast that you missed it. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in his unwavering attention.

You didn’t feel the veil floating back down to shield your face from the atrocities committed. Almost. The absence of his warm lips and firm grip had you opening your eyes, searching for the touch of your husband.

The world was swathed in red. The guests were asleep, draped over the chairs in awkward and unnatural positions. Your father was slumped in his chair. Standing in the middle of the aisle was your husband. You ran up to him, hiking up your dress to reach his side.

“What happened?” you inquired.

“It had to be done,” he whispered, shoulders stiff as he stared down at the ground, hands entrenched in his pockets.

“Wait, what had to be done? What do you mean by that?” You backed up, heel skidding on the marble surface almost too easily. Tumbling backwards, you landed with only the padding of your dress breaking your fall.

The sudden motion tossed your veil backwards.

It was red. Everything was red. Red. Red. RED.

A scream clawed its way out of your throat. You back-pedaled on the floor, away from the man. No longer was his aura inviting. The love within your heart was obliterated in an instant, crushed by the rising fear that swallowed every warm emotion in its dark terror.

Your hand slipped. Catching yourself on your elbows, you looked to the side. A slick scarlet substance coated your hand. You knew what it was.

Your stomach twisted into a knot at the sight, sending a wave of nausea throughout your body.

The clicking of dress shoes against the floor had you freezing in place, too afraid to do anything else. What could he possibly want? You thought that you had it all, and he had truly loved you.

He knelt down in front of you, cupping your face with a bare hand dyed garnet. You flinched as his soiled skin made contact with you. You didn’t miss the sorrow in those entrancing golden eyes as he witnessed you shy away from him.

“I had to do it, my dear dove.”

“Why? WHY?!” you yelled, slapping away his hand. “My entire family is dead because of you!”

“Now; that’s not entirely true, princess.” He gestured with a grand sweep of his arm to your surroundings. “Give a great round of applause to your regularly-scheduled assassins!!!”

He chuckled at your puzzled expression, slowly morphing to one of wide-eyed horror. Several wedding guests arose from the prone bodies around them, dressed in all black and with Gatling guns slung over their back.

“I don’t understand. What could you possibly gain from murdering my family, much less hundreds of people?” you protested.

“Angel, angel, angel.” He tsked at your confusion.

In one quick smooth motion he had wrapped his hands around your head and placed his forehead against your own. You squirmed in his hold, cringing at the feeling of life, other people’s once thriving life, coating your once perfectly-coiffed hair.

“Oh, is my dear princess a little squeamish?” His voice had deepened, sending tremors throughout your body. You felt his fingers tighten around your locks, tugging on them ever so slightly.

“A small price to pay for the keys to an empire.”

It dawned on you.

“This…this entire time, I trusted you! How dare you scheme to steal my family’s fortune!” You struggled once more, and he released his hold on you, having thoroughly soaked your hair a crimson shade.

He began to pace in front of your weakened form.

“Beloved, you know that I only have the best intentions. Believe me, I really did fall in love with you. At least, that’s all it was at first. Did you know, the idea came to me in a dream, with you by my side? You gave me the idea. You agreed to be rid of the shackles of your family’s status and expectations in order to be by my side. And that’s when I reached for the sun, love.”

You spit at his shoes.

He stopped pacing. Leaning down, hovering over your body, he gripped your chin with a newfound strength, sending jolts of pain throughout your face. “You’re lucky I love my wife so much that I would be willing to overlook a little bit of deviance, when she should be rightfully punished.” As you were forced to look up, the amber eyes you had so loved to stare into for hours on end gleamed with a vicious ambition, thirsty for vengeance and glimmering with scathing deceit.

He released his hold, and continued to pace.

“I thought to myself: why not kill two birds with one stone? Continue my original plan of marrying you, but orchestrate the death of your father to gain access to an entirely new world of wealth.”

“You bastard! I hate you!” You screamed at him, voice growing more hoarse with each passing second.

“Now darling, I don’t think that’s an appropriate way to treat your dear husband,” he mused, shooting you another glance with those damned eyes.

You shut your mouth, the obscenities coming to a halt. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface of those eyes. And if you didn’t stop yelling, you didn’t want to know what he would do.

“Now, as I was saying, once we were legally married, I would be able to get rid of your father without anyone questioning my claim to your family’s assets.”

“Then why did you kill every other person in this room?” you questioned, voice cutting into his reasoning with a bitter hatred.

“Simple. They were collateral.” He shrugged as if this were the most rational approach to take.

“Don’t give me that sanctimonious bullshit,” you spat. “You know perfectly, as do I, that there was no need to shed so much blood over an act that could have been committed in secret.” Your voice cracked as the “secret” spilled over your lips. The gravity of this atrocious event hit you straight in the stomach, twisting your insides until you felt sick.

Sinking to the floor, you began to sob, body trembling against the cold floor. This time you ignored the drying vitality crusting over the white marble, for it could no longer distract you from the terrible truth that had been unveiled. You could not escape the claws of the dead, for they were forever persistent, leaving indelible rust-colored stains that permeated your dress, your skin, and your mind most of all.

He let you cry, until you could mourn no more.

Growing quiet, you whispered one thing through a raspy voice: “Why play your ace now?”

“I couldn’t just sit by and take the coward’s approach out. I had to go all out, my love. Otherwise, I would have no right to call you my wife, and you to call me your husband.”

“And how do you plan to cover this up? This isn’t some stupid business deal you can let fall through when it no longer suits you. These are lives you so carelessly crushed. You toyed with the fate of all these people. And you will pay.” You steeled your gaze at him, glaring with all of your might.

“I won’t let that happen, dove.” In one swift movement, he drew a pistol from his suit.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! As naturally as if he were breathing, he took four shots, clean right through the skulls of each of the assassins.

“There. No witnesses besides us two. I hired the assassins from a local mafia. We can blame the deaths on them and how it was part of a larger scheme to take over your family.”

He blew the smoke off the tip of the barrel before pocketing the pistol carefully.

“I believe it is time for us, lawfully wedded husband and wife, to return to our rightful mansion. I will talk to the authorities and handle the specifics, okay? All you have to do for me is sit pretty and act scared, princess.”

He placed another rough kiss to your head, burying his face in your bloody mussed hair. You didn’t respond. He took your left hand in his and placed a delicate kiss, right below the ring he had so lovingly slid onto your finger, which was now saturated through with the runny insides of others. You didn’t respond. He ran his hands, dipped in the sacrifices of others, down the sides of your dress. You didn’t respond. He sighed.

He slid one of his arms under your bottom, and supported your back with the other. “You know, you’ll have to talk to your dear husband sooner or later, dove. I won’t have any bad behavior from my wife.” 

Muttering these final words to your despondent form, your love, the one who had buried his fangs deep into your heart until it dripped red with desire, picked you up in his arms and carried you off, his own bride, back to your home—no, our home—where no one would be there to meet and congratulate you. Where your father would no longer be. And where you would never find happiness again.

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You sighed, running your hands up and down the railing of the balcony. It had been a year since you had first kissed him. A night you will never forget, and always come to regret.

“My darling, my dove, my angel, my princess, the light of my life.” Arms encircled your waist, and he buried his face into your neck. His hands, bared to the chill night air, toyed with your thin coral nightgown.

“What are you thinking about? I hate to see you look so miserable.”

You smiled, despite the pain in your dejected and blackened heart. “Just about the night we first kissed, honey.”

He peppered kisses against your skin. “Ah, yes. That night I wanted to ravage you and steal you for myself. Yet I withheld and waited, remaining patient and anticipating our marriage with open arms. If not for that night, we would never have married and gotten our happy ending. If not for that night, you would have been plucked out of my life forever, like a dying flower. I revitalized you, darling. Look at how you glow in the moonlight. My wife, all for myself.” Chuckling, the timbre of his voice rumbled against your skin.

Placing his right hand around your waist, kneading the soft flesh underneath his fingers, and interlacing the fingers of his left hand with your right, he began to sway with you from side to side. There was no music to guide you two. Yet you still danced, illuminated only by the moon and stars.

And so was your fate. Doomed by the very man you loved. The man who had charmed you and pulled the rug out beneath your feet. The man who had shielded you from the bombs he himself had set, distracting you with promises of loyalty and extravagant gifts. While the rest of the world had raged on, he had blinded you to reality, and now you were his. The man you were to be wed to for all of eternity.

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[lixieswritingbakery]

General SAGAU headcanons

Genre: Comedy(?) fluff

Word count: ~500 words

warnings/content: swearing, general sagau stuff like cultish themes and worshipping.

When the creator’s game is laggy

Since the characters can hear the creator’s voice, they’d probably be bombarded with “oh [censored] my game is running at 1 [censored] frame per second” right as they feel their divine creator’s presence

Even though they didn’t really knew what you meant, they sent dandelions, lavender melons and qingxins to your mailbox as an effort to comfort you from whatever “treacherous difficulties our grace was facing in their divine world”

Even though they didn’t really knew what you meant, they sent dandelions, lavender melons and qingxins to your mailbox as an effort to comfort you from whatever “treacherous difficulties our grace was facing in their divine world”

What if the characters that were in your party had to move according to the the frame that your device was dropping to while the other characters standing there being like: what the fuck are you doing

Scenario:

    After a long day, you knew that all of your...disciples? Worshippers?, were waiting for your “divine presence” to fill their empty vassals. So, you loaded up Genshin on your old device. Just then, you figured that the Geo symbol at the loading screen took a little too long to load than it usually would. Would it be because the characters were messing with the game? You thought. You sighed, and waited for a few more minutes for the game to load in. 

    “Fuck! Why is my game running at 1 frame per second!” You yelled, not caring that the whole of Teyvat could hear your complaints to hoyoverse. You tried moving your characters around, but only seeing what would be 0 frames per second. An (unintentionally) stuttering “your grace?” resonated through your device once you stopped moving your character around. You sighed again, and rebooted the game.

     Even though the warmth of your presence was gone once you left the game, the acolytes began working together from different nations in teyvat to gift you with lovely artifacts, flowers and of course, primogems and mora. They only silently and obediently waited for your return.

     When you finished rebooting Genshin, you were relieved that your game was not as laggy as before. You spawned at Windrise, one of your favourite places to chill at, which your acolytes knew, of course. You were also pleasantly surprised that your inventory was filled with gifts from Liyue, Mondstadt and Inazuma. Even though you were kinda creeped out by these self aware characters, you were glad that it was still your comfort game.

When the creator is a genshin streamer

You were quite a big Genshin streamer on twitch/youtube, with clips of you filling the algorithm

After the whole SAGAU thing occurred, more people came to your stream to see what was going on with the characters.

You were also confused when you saw a letter from your main/favourite character even when it wasn’t your birthday. You thought Mihoyo was kind enough to give you partnership for whaling so much during your streams, but you highly doubted that.

Your whole chat was freaking out when new, exclusive voice lines appeared in your main’s screen.

The acolytes were proud that people were also “worshipping” their creator, but in your world.

care for a reblog/note?

writing tag: lixie.cake

masterlist wip list

[probably-haven]

the “often” still stands XD. also you have my gratitude for both inspiration and an opportunity to ramble. 

There’s actually quite a few things that I think can lead to the unknown god being the god of time, at least in my own scatterbrained/overthinking opinion.

khaenriah lore spoilers- also the we will be reunited quest i think- and mona- and dragonspine? is that a spoiler warning? idk just in case

First- lets take a look at instances in Teyvat containing abnormalities to do with time, because there’s quite a few.  1. The Abyss (in which time passes abnormally) 2. The princess of Dragonspine(gifted with being able to see the future after being born under an ancient ley line tree) 3. The Travelers(the 500 year gap) 4. Mona and her master (seeing the future) 5. The Menu functions (pausing and manipulating time) 6. The Irminsul (note: the Irmunsil itself is not related to time, however it is related to four of these, with roots stretching into the abyss, being the tree the princess was born under, being revived in dragonspine by the traveler and Durin’s blood, and the fact that the witch coven that Mona, her master, and Alice are a part of is dedicated to exploring and studying it, plus it creates the leylines so there’s that too.)

Now lets look at the Unknown God. 

There is first, a slight bit of suspected symbolism that point to who they could possibly be, and that is the four pointed star. This star can be seen in both their portals and in the shape of their pupils.  Now personally, I am of the belief that the four pointed star tends to have to do with Khaenri’ah, as it is often used as a symbol to represent the twins, it is the symbol on Albedo’s neck and one of his talents, and, similarly to the Unknown God, Kaeya and Dainsleif also have pupils in the shape of the four pointed star. 

Other places it can be seen include Paimon’s hair (paimon is complicated, not getting into that), the floor of the Mondstadt cathedral(a reference to the time god possibly), the treasure hoarder symbol (which- oof, we dont know much about them yet), and Mona’s outfit(more likely a reference to primogems- but Mona is sus so im counting it- plus she has to do with time stuff anyway- I feel like its linked to her master or alice who was .... actually thats complicated and would take a bit to explain- basically she might have links to Khaenri’ahn alchemist Gold)

NOW why all this discussion of khaenri’ah? because- y’know- thats when the twins crashed into teyvat and assumed when the fight happened as a result- plus we saw khaenri’ah with all the cuby cube things the unknown god used so...

SPEAKING OF CUBES

what is a hypostasis? Well according to the adventure handbook we have a bit of info “They are ultra-compact structures with a high mass, and are the highest forms of elemental structures, usually formed either at a location bursting with elemental energy or at a clogged ley line“ “Concentrated elemental energy forms a solid shell around the core of the hypostasis, leaving only the core reactive to the elemental stimuli” 

Not a direct correlation but i do think that keeping it in mind it gives a bit of insight as well into the Unknown god, assuming their element is time. the clogged leyline seems appropriate considering how intertwined the Irminsul is with the idea of time within Teyvat.  Also the idea of “Elemental Energy forming a solid shell” making the core basically invulnerable has a lot of implications when you take the fact that the element is time into account. 

NOW onto things they say

“sustainer of heavenly principles” most likely has to do with time to an extent, I would agree. 

The Unknown God also seems to have some major connection to Celestia, given how big a role they played in Khaenri’ah’s destruction especially after khaenri’ah ‘took its power too far’ which could contribute to the “arrogation of mankind”

However, one thing that seems to stand out is the fact that, wanting to avoid the arrogation of mankind, why would they keep these two powerful twins alive? much less trap them in Teyvat. Seems counter intuitive, right?

Except it’s not- because here’s the thing that has no evidence that i absolutely love the most about this- assuming that the unknown god is the god of time- they may already know the fate of Teyvat as a whole(suggested by the princess of dragonspine predicting the corruption of Durin before Dragonspine was massacred), from the eyes of the Unknown God, the arrogation of mankind and the fall of the heavenly principles in Teyvat could very well be inevitable- except-

Mona has said that neither the traveler nor their sibling have a constellation in Teyvat’s sky. They aren’t of this world, and the time god would not be able to fortell their actions or their impact- the idea that trapping them in Teyvat is a gamble to change what has already been foreseen is just such a great concept to me. It’s not technically evidence but- its possibility

anyway! tying in the different aspects of time- Dragonspine was destroyed after the princess foretold the corruption of Durin(a threat to celestia), and was born under a leyline tree(part of the Irminsul) that celestia also destroyed in the process. The Irminsul makes up the leylines and reaches the abyss that not only has wonky time, but also is what enabled the alchemist Gold to become a threat to Celestia(destroyed again), The Irminsul is also studied by the Hexenzirkl(witch coven) which Mona(future telling) and Alice(world hopping and who knows what) are part of.

Anyway- it doesn’t really amount to much because we don’t have much information- but it’s a couple of random things that could potentially contribute to the idea, even if the formatting is messy and the arguments are questionable, I figured why not post it anyway because its interesting to me

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fuck be back in a sec i will try to remember the cool thought i had just now