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mists-reading-nook · 10 days
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Another world.
Part two,yay!
Slight gore warning!
Gone. His entire livelihood is gone. His home is gone. His family,friends,everyone. Everyone but her. Her safety came above his,she had to stay alive at all costs.
Walking through the familiar forest,weaving through the thick foliage. You travel through this quiet world. Not a sound in the air,not even a gust of wind. Darkness lurks in every corner,under every bush and leaf. Finally,you make it to the place where leaves turn to rock,where grass yields to stone.
Turning around one last time,you look at the slowly closing Sumeru. What happened here? Who wrote that warning?
The dark greens and greys and blues and blacks of the forest transfix you,and you can’t look away,even as your feet move backwards. Your stupor is broken by something soft under your shoe.
It’s another notebook. You pick it up,flipping through it. It’s longer this time.
“We’re out now. We are mostly unscathed,but she’s scared now. I admit I was a bit snippy,trying to get her out,but this is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Everyone is gone,nothing is familiar. The akedemyia was no help,as expected. But even they’re gone now.
We’re heading to liyue. It’ll be safe as we try to navigate this new problem. At least,that’s what I can hope. I need help,I can hardly do this on my own. “
There’s another page after that,this time it’s messy and scrawled in handwriting worse than in the first note.
“It’s not safe here either. I don’t know how it spread here but it did and we need to run.
Liyue is not safe.
One of them got me,but she’s safe. As long as she’s safe,I can do this. As long as she’s ok,I’m willing to die.
I’ll be ok,there’s no point in panicking.
[There’s a note at the bottom,in big, hastily scribbled letters.]
This is a warning to any and all sumeru survivors.
Liyue is not safe.
I don’t think anywhere is.”
You drop the unsigned book to the floor, hearing wailing coming from below. Carefully,in fear of what you may find,you climb down the broken,rickety wooden figure. What it had once been,you weren’t sure. The underneath of it was the interest anyway.
There’s a man there. Propped up on some rocks,with his eyes glased over. The wailing comes from his wide open mouth. His jaw was hanging from his face by a bone. His eyes are wide,and they look at you. It feels like he’s looking past you,through your clothes and through your skin. He couldn’t see you. Or at the very least,he didn’t know he was seeing you.
The wailing grows louder.
The body of this man,covered in moss and twirling vines,was worn and red. His arms were covered in scratch marks. Blood pooled from them like a waterfall,falling down the arm and onto the floor below.
What was this?
The wailing grows louder.
Who was this? What was their story,why were they sitting like this? What had happened to them..?
The wailing grows louder.
The wailing grows louder.
The wailing grows louder.
Run.
You need to run.
The wailing grows louder.
Your feet take you far. Far away from the man,away from Sumeru. You didn’t know this place,didn’t know where you were going,but your feet take you there anyway.
When you finally make it out of that stone graveyard,when your feet finally land on soft ground,you look up.
Liyue is not safe.
The wailing grows louder.
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mists-reading-nook · 25 days
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A new world
A new world,familiar in its own right. That’s where you are. You know this place,don’t you? You know this deep forest,don’t you? You know these sounds and sights.
You do. But why can’t you remember? And why does it all feel so…different?
Exploring your surroundings is your only real option. So you do. You walk and walk and walk until your feet ache and you’re sweating a bit from all the movement. But you don’t stop. Slowly,this place comes back to you. Slowly,you remember.
Until you come across an odd scene,one that doesn’t feel familiar at all,even in the deep recesses of your memory.
On the forest floor,laid falling off the top of a large protruding root, there’s a book,laid upside-down. Picking it up shows you a page with roughly scribbled text in smudged black ink. It’s barely readable,but you can make out what it says at least,so you begin to read.
“xx-xx-???
We’re going to have to leave Sumeru soon. The forests can only keep me and her safe for so long,and I think she’s starting to catch on to my worry. She knows a little,but not a lot,and I'd like to keep it that way.
Even if just for her sake.
Regardless,the virus is spreading fast,and leaving sumeru might be our only option for safety. The forest is starting to become affected by the virus,and It’s starting to become infectious. I’m going to take her to leave tonight. Maybe we head to Liyue,or maybe we head to Mondstadt. Whatever we do,we cannot stay here.
I miss (there’s a smudge here,blocking out a large piece of text. It seems like water dropped on the paper) …but I can handle this alone,I hope. It’s just me and (another smudge. The name is illegible.) against the world now. “
There’s no name at the bottom,but there is a small,hastily scribbled note,as if left as an afterthought.
“I’m not sure who I’m writing this for,but if you read this,you must leave Sumeru. It’s not safe. Run. As fast as you can.”
The panic is evident in the writer's handwriting. But the question lies for you, what happened here? Where do you go?
And why…why is everything so quiet?
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mists-reading-nook · 4 months
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Epel: “and if you kicked every light haired melodramatic perfectionist out the country,who would be watching your movies,Vil Schoenheit? 🤨🤨”
Deuce: “Oooo that’s not…”
Epel: “in the sense that-“
Epel: “you know what i mean-“
Jack: “there are other movies for Light haired melodramatic perfectionists..”
Epel(really panicking now): “you know they always-“
Rook: “could we get an ad break..?
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mists-reading-nook · 4 months
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Something something all my comfort characters are father figures something something
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mists-reading-nook · 4 months
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The Fool.
Part 3 of "guilt of the masses"!!
Ft: Furina
[Hey I'm back and better than ever!! Took a break from SAGAU,but I'm back to writing for it,and expect longer fics too!!
I'll also probably be posting more Twisted wonderland nowadays,including a couple fics I've been working on!
I hope yall like this addition to the series!]
tw: execution
To fool the heavenly principles was to fool yourself.
This was something Furina took to heart as she played God for 500 years. 
So when the Creator descended, when everyone began to ridicule and hunt them down as an "imposter",Furina did nothing. After all, she was an imposter as well, so who was she to judge this "Fake creator"?
Fontaine oversaw your trial once you were caught, and Furina had a front row seat to the show. It had taken so long to catch you, so long that her performance had recently finally ended. She watched from the top of the courts, high above everyone and everything. Recent events had her nervous to be there, but she had to at least see the outcome. At the very least she had to witness how her nation treated other imposters. 
There were some fontainians who still respected her,after all. But still many held contempt in their hearts for her performance. And this "fake" was not fontainian. They were not even from Tevyat! 
So she felt that she must watch. That she had to see it all go down.
You were found guilty,and Furina felt her heart drop to her shoes. It was hardly a fair,true trial. It seemed as if the "trial" was nothing but a courtesy. And when the sentence was pronounced,Furina was taken back to that fateful last dance. 
The death sentence.
They were going to kill you,just as they had tried to do to her.
Looking back,Furina wished she'd done more. She wished she had stopped the trial,done something,anything to spare your fate. But she did nothing but watch.
It was nothing like her execution. It was done with a golden polearm,in the hands of one of the original 7 archons.
A title she long abandoned.
And as the blade came to your neck,Furina couldn't help but close her eyes. But then there was a clatter,and a gasp. 
Furina peeked open her eyes then, only to see the blade covered in shimmering golden blood, the same liquid flowing from the cut on your neck. It should've been impossible for her to see all that from her position. But she opened her eyes and it was as if that was all she could see. 
Furina realized that that was the true creator of the world. The creator of her creator.
And they were beautiful.
Furina did not live with her fellow acolytes, nor did she interact with them. She preferred her life alone, finally away from the spotlight. There was still a bubbling guilt at the bottom of her gut. The same feeling of helplessness she felt for 500 years. The knowledge that she could have done something to help someone, to help the creator; who was in a situation just like her, made her sick to her stomach.
Her worship ramps up after that. Before, she never worshiped you at all, believing that she had to fool you as she was fooling herself, and even a sliver of worship would give her away. But after that, she prays to you whenever she can, in hopes that maybe, you will hear her apologies.
That maybe, you'll forgive her inaction.  
And maybe you'd forgive her lies as well.
But will you? Will you choose to forgive her? Or will you ignore her pleas?
The choice is yours "Creator".
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mists-reading-nook · 5 months
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Mutuals get a lot of love on this site but I think we should also appreciate the random followers who you see in your notes regularly. The ones who you'll probably never end up following but they like and reblog almost every post you make. The ones who you see and go "hey I recognize that person!! they love my posts!" every time they show up in your notifications.
Let's hear it for Blorbo from my Notes.
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mists-reading-nook · 7 months
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please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please
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mists-reading-nook · 8 months
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Forgot to say,feel welcome to send in asks and requests early!!
So,as October quickly approaches,I have taken it upon myself to do something I've wanted to do for awhile,which is make a nsfw Alternate blog for this one!!
That is where I'll be doing my SAGAU Goretober and Kinktober,as well as some other works as requested! I may also open some oc drawing soon (both here and there)...so look out for that 🤭
The blog is @mists-dark-zone
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mists-reading-nook · 8 months
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So,as October quickly approaches,I have taken it upon myself to do something I've wanted to do for awhile,which is make a nsfw Alternate blog for this one!!
That is where I'll be doing my SAGAU Goretober and Kinktober,as well as some other works as requested! I may also open some oc drawing soon (both here and there)...so look out for that 🤭
The blog is @mists-dark-zone
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mists-reading-nook · 8 months
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Prologue
The official prologue is finally done! I'm so happy to start this fic officially. As of current the plan is to post a chaper of this fic every Friday on here,and every other Friday on Ao3. So the fic will be mostly done here,however it may be more detailed/longer over on ao3 due to it being easier for me to format it there.
Thank you all for your patience as I slowly grind this out as best I can.
Kaeya found it first. He didn't know how he had gotten there, or why he was there, but he was alone in an empty room with only a desk. A desk with a strange book sitting on it's surface. He had opened the book,not really knowing what to expect.
Whatever he had expected, it for sure wasn't the contents that lay within the book. It spoke of other worlds,of a false sky,of people who treated this land like a simple game. It spoke of code,of control.
Keaya went crazy in that room. At first,he refused to believe it was real. But after what felt like days and weeks trapped in this hell,all he could do was read the pages of the book,over and over and over again. It taunted him. With its pages filled with information he had never wanted to know.
Now that he knew,he couldn't go back. This world isn't real? He isn't real? He had begun to wonder what was truly real and what was not. Was this really the truth? If this world isn't real,than what is?
He questioned his supposed "freedom",he questioned his relationships,he questioned his own past,and his own future. What did life mean? If he wasn't real,if he wasn't free,than what was he? What did he stand for? What did he fall for?
These questions were all he thought about. These questions would be all he thought about for a very long time.
Kaeya leaned against the bright wall of the room. He stared at the book,it's pages taunting him from afar. He didn't understand. He wasn't real?! His entire life was a lie. Everything he had gone through,every achievement,was just a lie. His mouth became numb as a bitter taste overflowed his senses. It matched the way he felt about this entire ordeal. Bitter. Bitter about his life,bitter about this world. It was all fake. His "freedom" wasn't real. He was just a puppet for some entity that wanted to play God. He wanted out. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it,but he was going to escape.
Keaya pushed off the wall and walked towards the exit. He took one last glance at the book before leaving the room. He was ready to leave. So he did,leaving the room that had caused some of the worst internal torment that he had ever faced.
He emerged back on Tevyat with only one goal in his mind. Escape.
When he was finally let go,those questions plagued him for a long time. They lingered in his mind,never leaving,always the front and center of his thoughts.
Soon after he had managed to leave,he had been controlled by a strange entity. They had puppeted him around,using him for various tasks. At first he hated the entity. Despised it even. He hated the way they had taken away his free will, hated being controlled.
He hated how he couldn't even talk to the other "vessels", because they didn't seem to remember being controlled. At that moment at least. After a while however,as more joined him in awareness, his hatred seemed to to fade into pure apathy. While others worshipped you,worshiped your very existence,he simply ignored you. A part of him still hated you. Still loathed having to be hyper-aware of when you would control him again. A part of him still hated how he had to make way for your unpredictable schedule of control.
Now,however,he preferred to pretend he had no idea of what this world truly was.
How he hated you. But he couldn't make anyone aware of that fact. Because,unfortunately,you were his only chance at escape. You were his ticket out, and he'll be damned if he lets this opportunity slip away. Kaeya was going to leave this false world, one way or another. If he had to die,so be it. If that was the price to pay for freedom,Keaya was willing to pay it tenfold.
It had been weeks. Although it felt like it had been months.
Weeks since he had started to look for ways to escape,and he had found absolutely nothing. It had taken him so long,other people had began to realize the control of the entity. However,they didn't understand. The all praised the thing,calling it a God. It made them stronger,they said. Its presence felt warm. That's what they told him. Keaya knew that they were coping with the forceful seizure of their freedom,but they didn't have to lie to themselves. He didn't understand what they gained out of fooling themselves like this.
His life had been turned upside down with a single book. He wished he'd just ignored it. What's worse,he had begun to feel these strange symptoms.
Massive headaches that enveloped his entire head with pain,nausea,dizziness. He had gone to a doctor,but to no avail. No one could figure out what was wrong. He also began to have these vivid dreams of a life that wasn't his. They were only little flashes,but still,they were prominent. And vivid. He was basically experiencing it.
He tried to live his life as normal. But he couldn't. He had been acting differently and everyone knew it. He had begun showing up to the Favonius headquarters late. He had developed awful eyebags,and he was getting worse and worse at being observant.
He spent every night searching for answers to lead him out of this prison. Then one evening,as he headed home from the tavern,the pain had come to a head. He fell to the floor,clutching his forehead with both hands as he clenched his teeth. The pain was unbearable,like someone had crawled into his skull and set his brain on fire. His eyes watered,and he couldn't see anything. He stumbled back to his feet,wobbling towards his house.
Every step felt like he was impaling his feet on rusty blades,every sway of his body made the invisible flames engulfing him burn brighter. His throat was starting to burn as well,as if someone had poured acid into his mouth and forced him to swallow. When he finally reached his door,he leaned against it,fumbling to find his keys,almost dropping them several times.
When he finally was able to get in,he went straight to his bed and collapsed onto it. He had managed to power through the pain,but his body couldn't take it anymore as he fell unconscious in his bed. Somewhere,far under the ground you and I walk on,a rope snapped.
Then he woke up.
In a bed that wasn't his own.
In a house that wasn't his own.
What the hell happened?!?
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He woke up completely disoriented. He blearly looked around,realizing that this wasn't his home. It was a place completely unfamiliar to him. He got up to his feet unsteadily,carefully looking around. This was the place from his dreams…that meant…
He was free!!
Kaeya Alberich,previously stuck in a fake world,was now free! Finally able to do whatever he truly wanted. In his glee,he passed a mirror. He backed up to get a better look at his reflection.
Oh shit.
This wasn't his body.
What was he going to do? He had to live as this person now. Although…they looked just like the person he was in his dreams.
Maybe this wouldn't be so hard.
After doing some exploring,learning about this unfamiliar (but real!) world, the first thing he did was destroy the devices that the…entity had used to control him. He had grabbed a large book and smashed it to bits in blind rage. All he had to do now was figure out how to live in this strange new world,in a body that wasn't his.
…and what he was going to do with his new found freedom. Freedom!! Keaya squealed a little at that thought.
After so long living a lie,Keaya wasn't really sure how to live the truth. He would figure it out though. He always did.
It was strange at first. Figuring out how exactly he was to live as someone else,in a world completely unlike his own. He got used to it quickly however. Work,friends,family. All of them were easy enough to get familiar with. It only took a little observation,and that was one thing he specialized in. Sure,the people in his new life were a little suspicious of the sudden "change in behavior",but it was easy enough to deter them from digging further. It was also quite hard to deal with the constant comments about things this person had done in the past. 'I forgot' had become Keaya's new favorite saying.
He'd been living like this for months,in peace. That was,until he heard a knock at his door.
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Straring back at him were the cool blue eyes of his own body. Keaya stumbled back,a scowl painting itself on his face.
The one in his body,however,had began to panic. "Who are you?? And why are you in my body??" They had began shouting,and from what keaya could see,they had begun hyperventilating. As much as he didn't want too,he pulled the person inside,shushing them.
"The neighbors might hear you." He said harshly. It felt odd looking at his own body like this,and it felt even weirder to scold it. He sat them down on the couch,grabbing a chair for himself and putting it across from the couch,sitting down on it.
They sat in silence for a long time,the person beginning to calm down a bit. After a long stretch of uncomfortable silence,Keaya spoke.
"Explain." He demanded,narrowing his eyes at them.
Their hands trembled,and they were hesitant to start. But a glare from keaya had them talking. "I-I woke up in Tevyat,in your body." They peered up at him,and he nodded for them to keep going.
"I…it took a while to adjust to the new world." They gulped,seemingly fearful of keayas gaze."I believe I never truly fooled anyone,and it soon became too much." They said,pausing again to look up at keaya,who simply glared at them to remind them to keep going.
They continued on. "So…I ran. Your vision was already seemingly dead,as I couldn't really use it. So I left it on the desk in your office and took off into Mondstadts wilderness with the excuse of going to patrol the area." The imposter eyes glazed over as they continued to speak. "It wasn't easy. I didn't know anything about defending myself,and it seemed like everything was out to kill me. A bit after I had fled the city of Mondstadt,I stumbled across a large,scary entrance to a domain of some sort. I knew it was a bad day but…" the imposter looked at him with that mile yard stare. "I had to do something. So I went inside. That was the biggest mistake of my life."
The rest of the imposters story was a blur. Keaya learned things he never knew,things he never thought he'd know. But the most important thing was that They had escaped. All his research had gone down the drain,because they had managed to do what he couldn't figure out. It didn't matter though,because now they sat in front of Keaya, in his body. They had explained it all,from how they faked "his" death to how they had escaped through the Abyss. All that work,just for them to escape through the one place he never thought to check. How ironic.
He didn't want to let them stay. He pushed them right out the door and told them to find their own way. Keaya was really tempted to just kill them. No one would know anyway.
…however,he doesn't want to end up in any trouble. That would mess up his carefully curated new life. So he couldn't kill them. Great. Justtt great.
But then they came right back and simply begged him to let them stay. The annoying little thing simply wouldn't leave him alone after that. He could've just kicked them out,but… a part of him grew fond of them. He didn't want to throw them out. And as he grew closer to them,he realized that his hatred was misguided to an extent. He still didn't like them,but he realized now that they had no way to know of the suffering he had to go through. Whether or not they cared was a different story.
However,life was good. He was happy with this arrangement,to a certain extent.
If he could go back,he'd tell himself to escape while he still could.
Nothing bad was happening.
If he had known what would happen to them,he would have gone back.
He was well adjusted.
Everything that happened could be attributed to his selfishness.
What could happen to ruin this? Keaya really couldn't see anything bad that could happen.
That was his first mistake.
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mists-reading-nook · 8 months
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This headcanon is driving me crazy,so expect a fic based on it soon
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mists-reading-nook · 10 months
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I am so excited for fontaine. I will definitely be writing lots of sagau content for it (as well as maybe some non sagau content I'll be putting on my...eventual non sagau blog)
neuvillette is about to be my most favorite character.
I also heard some people comparing Fontaine to Alice in wonderland,and I absolutely agree. So expect o see some ideas of that kind.
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mists-reading-nook · 11 months
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Imagining a creator!reader who's like herta from hsr in the way they show their form through a doll they made.
They probably are very interested in the artificial humans of Tevyat,and they probably get more respect bc they have a similar image to the esteemed vessel of the creator.
Or,
In imposter au,the actual creator decends while their doll had gone rouge,convincing everyone that either they were the actual creator and not a vessel,
or that the reader isn't actually the creator and the "actual" creator told them that reader was an imposter.
The ideas are flowing heavily.
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mists-reading-nook · 11 months
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The Watcher.
Tw: exteme religion,religious delusion,dissociation(??)/Derealization
(Please tell me if any other tws are needed)
Cw: Aether as traveller
Someone was watching him.
Aether could feel the eyes on him,always watching,no matter where he was,no matter what he did. No matter if he was awake or asleep,someone was always watching.
He didn't know who it was,and he didn't think he wanted to know. If he didn't know,if he didn't stop to think about it,he could feel at least a little at peace with the eyes.
He knew the walls had ears,people had told him that. People had whispered it under baited breath. What they hadn't told him however,was that the walls had eyes. Everything did. The sky,the sun,people he spoke too. They all seemed to keep their eyes trained on him. Watching.
Everything seemed fake. Even his dear Paimon was hiding something. Or more like,some one. Someone who knew of his presence,who knew of his past,and was bent on watching him all the time. Making sure that his every movement was seen and recorded under a watchful gaze.
The more he realized this,the more paranoid he became. What could he do to stop the watching? To get even a minute of privacy.
Privacy. It seemed like a distant dream now,the idea,the facade of having time and space to yourself. Privacy wasn't real. It was a fake,made up idea meant to give hope.
After awhile,he began to think of the one watching him as a God of sorts. After all,how else would they be watching him day in and day out,never letting up? How could they,unless they were a divine being of sorts?
He now worships the being,who he calls "The Watcher",fervently. The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe.
That was the mantra he had begun to repeat daily,whispering and talking to himself as he looked around paranoidly. To others he looked crazy. A sad man wandering the world in search for a sister no one had seen,worshipping a God no one had heard of.
But that was ok with Aether. After all,The Watcher didn't think he was crazy. And that was all that mattered.
The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe. The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe.The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe.The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe.The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe.The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe…The watcher protects. The watcher loves. The watcher is compassion and kindness itself. The watcher keeps you safe……..
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mists-reading-nook · 11 months
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God!reader who is a painter. Who drew Tevyat while in the darkest part of their life. From thier canvas,Tevyat was born.
And as the creator grew,as they healed,they distanced themselves from the art they made during that period.
Creator reader,who now sits on a golden throne,crying unfamiliar golden tears,in a world that constantly and continuously reminds them of the worst time in their life.
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mists-reading-nook · 11 months
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A Creator!reader who curled around Tevyat from above,sleeping and resting while also protecting thier most beloved creation. They were known as "The watcher",and all the texts around them focused on thier watchful and protective gaze. No one knows what they look like,because they have no true form.
Creator,no,watcher reader who saw the twins enter the world. Who decided to decend to keep a closer eye on the traveller.
Creator reader who has eyes everywhere. From the gatekeeper (the one who stopped the traveller from leaving),to the fairy they sent to keep eyes on the traveller. They can see you.
No matter where you are.
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mists-reading-nook · 11 months
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What if creator!reader addressed all elders like madam ping (specifically madam ping actually) as nana/nonna
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