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ok as much as i hate to admit it hogwarts legacy has me in a CHOKEHOLD and now all i can think about is wizarding and fooling around with magic so i might post a few things about it idk this was supposed to be a genshin blog but things change so we’ll see lol
also no i didnt buy the game but my fyp is flooded with it and i cannot stop watching playthroughs so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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a guiding hand
(sagau mini series that i only have one part of i might make more but for now enjoy some mond lol)
PART 1—Mondstadt
The night was far from young. A comfortable silence had settled in the Angel’s Share tavern following the exit of its usual gaggle of jolly drunkards, leaving only a few stragglers in its wake. The two remaining patrons sat at the lantern-lit bar, nursing their respective drinks as the bartender tid up after another busy evening.
Kaeya and Rosaria often drank together, chatting about nothing and everything. The more serious conversations seemed to spark in the dead of night, after a few pints of whatever they decided to order that night and once the majority of people had called it a night.
“Random question, but have you been feeling… weird urges, lately?”
Diluc wasn’t even supposed to be working the bar that evening. He had plans to check out a suspicious hilichurl camp just south of Springvale until Charles came to him with a reasonable enough excuse to miss his shift. Nobody else was available as their own hours had been agreed upon and scheduled a week in advance, and thus he elected himself to step in for the night. He could deal with his vigilante side hustle some other night.
His interest was immediately piqued by Kaeya’s murmur. He almost didn’t catch it, focused mainly on his own thoughts. The tavern was so quiet, though, that the sudden question seemed to pierce through the air like an arrow. His hands stopped for a moment as he pondered the question that wasn’t really intended for him.
Rosaria scoffed, lifting her drink to her lips. “Weird urges? Can’t say I have.”
Kaeya sighed, more out of exhaustion rather than disappointment at the curt answer. He didn’t know what he was expecting, really. It wasn’t exactly a normal thing to ask—in fact, the wording was a bit questionable, now that he thinks about it. The fiery stare that burned into him made him realise his mistake. Looking up to Diluc, he saw his brother’s scarlet eyes trained on what he perceived to be a possible threat to Mondstadt.
“That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, firm and defensive. He knew their relationship was strained at best, but that moment was what affirmed just how little Diluc trusted him. Kaeya ignored the dull needle that pricked his heart and turned back to Rosaria, who was decidedly unaffected by the exchange. “You’ve never felt a pull to walk to a very specific, random location? To pick up materials you have no use for, nor will to actually keep?”
“Sounds like depression,” the nun retorted, unconvinced.
“Does depression make you challenge domains for artifacts you can’t use?”
“Probably.”
Kaeya sighed again, this time out of frustration. Maybe he was just depressed. Maybe it was a consequence of his Khaenri’ahn ancestry, and he was cursed to go mad. He ran his hand through his loose locks as he shifted his gaze to the bar, and the half-empty glass in his slack grip.
Rosaria, on the other hand, felt conflicted. She had been, in fact, finding herself gathering local specialties that she had no use for. She didn’t even notice their presence in the landscape until she felt them in her unusually gentle grip. It was as if she didn’t want to damage whatever it was she had picked up, but no matter how long she racked her brain for a subconscious reason she may have to collect it, she came up short.
They always disappeared after a few days or so.
A soft clink of glass against glass drew the two’s attention up to the bartender. Diluc had replaced the cup he was cleaning back in its rightful place on the shelf, and proceeded to lean up against the bar.
“What sort of places?”
The question seemed both perfectly in character—if he had been interrogating the captain. In a way, he was, yet the slightest twitch in his brow revealed an underlying curiosity completely separate from his suspicions towards his brother.
Kaeya’s brow raised. “I don’t know, anywhere. It’s random.”
“Be specific.”
“I just said that it’s random.”
“Give an example, then.” Kaeya huffed.
“Fine, I… I went to Wolfendom the other day. It was like my feet had a mind of their own. Without realising, I had picked up an armful of wolfhook.”
Diluc eased off the bar and crossed his arms. He had heard drunken mutterings from some of the other Knights of Favonius about Kaeya’s little excursion. They complained half-heartedly about the captain wandering off in the middle of his workday, only to return with a bunch of berries, of all things. When asked about it, he simply avoided the real question with a charismatic and non-committal response.
At the time, Diluc thought it was just his brother’s usual flightiness. Hearing his side of the story, though, had his mind reeling with questions.
“What happened to them?” Rosaria spoke up this time. The direction this conversation seemed to be going in was beginning to concern her.
“I placed them in a drawer until I could move them, but when I checked, they had vanished,” Kaeya admitted. “I know it sounds unlikely—”
“I travelled to Windrise a while back,” Diluc interrupted. He ignored Kaeya’s weak glare. “I felt compelled to stand on one of the stones for a moment, then to pick a couple windwheel asters. I placed them in a vase, but the next morning, that was the only evidence that I even had them in the first place.”
Even the Master Diluc? Kaeya and Rosaria shared a glance, both of their expressions quite similarly reflecting their confusion and unease.
There was a pregnant pause, then. Nobody knew how to continue. They had all had similar experiences, strange as they were—it was far too convenient to be a coincidence.
“We need more information.”
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The next morning found Kaeya on his way to the library. The conversation from the previous evening had yet to release him from its grasp. He wasn’t alone, he wasn’t going mad, there actually was something odd going on with him and other people. Not knowing where else to go, he decided on the library. He had some free time that morning anyway. Perhaps he could ask Lisa about it. She was more than qualified to answer his questions, he believed wholeheartedly. If she even had the answers.
He strode through the doorway with conviction and headed immediately to the desk. Lisa, as expected, was sat behind it, tiredly flipping through a thick but plain-looking hardcover. She glanced up to see Kaeya’s normally flippant face twisted slightly with preoccupation, but he offered her a light smile nevertheless.
“Good morning, Lisa.” Even his voice sounded a bit strained. That was rare.
“Good morning, Kaeya. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. Is something the matter?”
And so he recounted the conversation that had been fogging his mind like the clouds over Dragonspine. Lisa listened intently, the book long discarded onto her desk. Her expression was quite the unreadable one as she took in the information. She thought for a moment, then spoke again.
“I’ve never heard of anything of the sort. How long has this been going on?”
It was different for all three of them, he tells her, but he remembers the first time he experienced it; in the Temple of the Wolf. During the mission to save Mondstadt from Stormterror’s fury. He thought nothing of it at the time, brushing it off as intuition. But it kept coming. Once, his stride broke suddenly, and the sudden urge to change course flooded his muscles. He frequently found himself unthinkingly reaching for the strangest of things. An inexplicable, irresistible impulse that just appeared one day and never truly left.
The witch simply nodded and thought. She wasn’t lying when she said she had never come across something like this before, even during her extensive study at the Akademiya. However, the more Kaeya relayed to her, the more questions and theories arose. Where was the urge coming from? Why was it so difficult to resist? Who all was it affecting?
Why was it affecting her?
She found herself relating to Kaeya’s confession about his time in the Temple of the Wolf. In her own slice of that same mission, a similar ‘intuitive force’ had overtaken her, guiding her and the Traveller through the puzzles and such with ease. She had felt it rarely afterwards, but on occasion, she felt compelled to take a nice long walk to Stormbearer Peak. It was very out of character for a languid woman such as herself.
This was obviously a bigger issue than she had first deemed it. Not only was the cavalry captain experiencing it, but Sister Rosaria and Master Diluc as well. What was the correlation?
“I’ll see what I can find,” she said after a few long moments, “but I doubt it’ll be much, if anything at all.”
Soon enough, Kaeya is out back the way he came, slightly less stressed about the matter at hand, and Lisa is left once again to her own devices. Her gaze was drawn to the book she had been skimming when the captain had first stepped in. She’d have to finish it some other time, she supposed, summoning a piece of parchment and a quill to begin her research.
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indeed i have returned to give you a single part of that series i was talking about literal months ago and have since kind of given up on but i felt bad for not posting anything for a while
school got busy and writing got harder but hopefully i can explore some other regions with this concept as well bc i think its kinda fun and interesting, i’ve started the liyue installation and have a general plan so we’ll see if it actually gets posted lol
#something actually self aware about sagau that involves them realising theyre not in full control#genshin impact#genshin#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader
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sorry brad mondo but im bouta cut my hair with craft scissors
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I'm putting myself here; but how would the SAGAU react to a player giving them a kiss on the screen. Come at me with your pitchforks, cringe is dead. Specifically Kaeya, because I have a dedicated area in the Serenitea pot just for being at ease with him.
i like your attitude anon, your lack of shame is truly admirable and i strive to be like that someday
i do wonder how a kiss on the screen would translate though… like i sometimes give my characters little pats on the head but that doesn’t have the same significance i feel
perhaps it translates directly. kaeya’s going about his day, shuffling endless paperwork with shoulders heavy with fatigue. it’s almost dusk, and he’s thinking about calling it an early night until there’s something pressed to his forehead. it’s fleeting, but he knows he didn’t imagine it. he felt the soft lips of his creator press against his skin, and it was invigorating and encouraging. he ends up staying late that evening.
or maybe its not as direct, and more a knowledge that they had been blessed by their creator. he sits in the traveller’s teapot, in the area they had set up for him at the creator’s request. sometimes they would sit with him there, and every time it was heavenly. the air was thick with the creator’s presence, and whenever the traveller took their leave, he felt the love the creator held for them. it's a pulse that goes straight to the heart. his body warms with appreciation and tranquillity, and he knows that he has a place here.
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Bro a lot of us players simp for the characters, right?
Imagine in a sagau setting the player is mostly reserved about their infatuation for the characters but every once in a while they just go on rants about how much they love their mains while (spiritually) foaming at the mouth. How would they even react to that?
omg i-
the creator always held such a composed and unshakable air around them. their words were firm, yet gentle and kind. they ruled with grace and dignity, treating all subjects equally regardless of background or identity.
on the inside, however, it was a completely different story.
you were ecstatic. the characters you loved, cherished, admired, built from the ground up, were standing right in front of you, and you can’t do anything about it.
you were their creator, after all, their god above the gods—it wouldn’t be appropriate to display any favouritism. but oh, how the urges were strong.
“you don’t understand. they kissed. my. hand. do you KNOW how hard it is not to freak out??? and the way they sMILED-”
one of your most loyal acolytes happened to pass by your private quarters, unassuming and innocently seeking just a hint of your divine presence. and yet, instead, they find themselves listening in on your little rant. who were you talking to? who were you talking about? they shouldn’t eavesdrop, but they couldn’t resist.
you were, in fact, gushing over them in particular, talking your companion seelie’s little antennae things off about how miserable you were not being able to spoil them the way they deserved. you lamented about how much you loved them, your former main and most reliable unit, and how you refused to give in to your selfish urges to hug and love them properly, else others become jealous or resentful. you were cursed, cursed you say, to have the object of your utmost affections right in front of you and not be able to indulge in them.
your poor follower didn’t know how to feel, their heart was pounding with the nerves and flustering bashfulness. they shouldn’t be hearing this. but hearing you gush about how much you admire and ‘simp’ for them… they couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as they retreat from the door and go on with their day. they won’t really get much done with your words echoing through their head the way they did.
the next time you see them, your usual neutral demeanour masking your inner simp behaviour, you have a feeling that their gaze is laced with something a bit deeper than just respect for their god.
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not exactly what you requested i think but i was struck with inspiration and it had me in a chokehold so i hope its satisfactory lol
thanks for the req!! it really helped my little writing block :DD
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Do you make reader’s gender as GN by default if not specified?
omg i forgot gender was a thing lol
but yeah ig??? i try to keep it gn but it may skew a bit fem bc that's what i'm used to
i feel like sagau in particular is also fairly gn in general, most people (including myself) use the fairly genderless title 'your grace', and the focus of most fics is more on the fact that the reader/mc is a literal god and theyre experience, as a human (most of the time) navigating godhood and the responsibilities that come from it (or being hunted for sport depends on the au lol)
and otherwise yeah unless specified i try to write gn :) i try to be fairly inclusive and vague to avoid exclusion or alienation, and i like focusing more on the sensory experience of being present in the moment and really escaping reality bc i have issues lol
thanks for the ask!!
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The sagau community broke me
I started to more or less talk to my characters
I would go afk and say that I will be right back
Or randomly go "[name of the character I am currently running as] are you seeing this?"
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i never expected university life to be asking yourself whether to spend your extra few cents on the better mozzarella or the organic apples but here we are
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bard: your grace! i can’t think of an original story/song idea!
creator: no idea is truly original. we all take inspiration, knowingly or unknowingly, from others we admire. instead aspire to to make an idea your own and to inspire someone else.
bard: egads! such wisdom! as expected from the divine creator!
creator, who wrote sagau fan fiction and constantly had to reassure themselves with this exact advice: ye recycle
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me, sitting in my land use lecture: they don't know i write self-indulgent fanfiction for a very specific au of hit game genshin impact
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part one of the new series is technically done (albeit unedited/not beta-ed) but im gonna wait for a few more parts to be written so i know that everything makes sense and i dont have any raging plotholes ;)
im planning on having about 6 or 7 main parts give or take, perhaps with some bonus content for things im skipping for the sake of pacing and my own sanity lmao
im also trying to get the big picture overarching plot finalised and i usually dont do that so wish me luck 🤡
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i've been watching a lot of drawfee lately and seeing all the @vaaiz content lately had motivated me to draw something, and that something just happened to be a pretty much self-insert oc lmao
behold my tumblr persona as a genshin character :DD some details under the cut if youre interested ;)))
Name: Squid (nickname, probably)
Affiliation: Apam Woods
Vision: Anemo
Weapon: Catalyst
Constellation: Architeuthis
they use finger guns to fire anemo bullets :D their elemental burst summons a fungus friend that deals an extra instance of anemo dmg every 1.5 seconds and reduces the enemy's elemental res to whatever it swirls
some random details/facts:
has aloy's vision shell type because they're technically an outlander as well
they call themselves 'squid' but nobody believes it's their real name bc who would name their child squid lmao
they live in the apam woods just vibing with the fungi in a crappy little hut up in one of the huge trees
also befriended some dusk birds and teaches them to talk
uses their vision to traverse the woods and peep above the canopy
sometimes helps the forest rangers with withering zones (they encountered tighnari one day and he tried to kill their fungus friends lmao rip but they're cool now)
love language is giving people little rocks or shinies or things from the forest that make them think of someone
collei especially has a little pile of pebbles and a single decorated ruin guard piece somewhere in her room
tighnari once opened his door to find a piece of driftwood poorly carved into a little fox on his doorstep
lowkey wants to try on cyno's funky hat but has never actually seen him around and would never ask anyway because they're way too intimidated
fun fact this design is actually v2 because v1 didn't look very genshin so i did a bit of an overhaul :D i tried to make the longer cape things' inner design look a bit like tentacles but idk how well it really worked ahah
i didn't really base them off of any real-life culture, rather in-game sumeru npcs (corps of thirty, merchants...) they're not originally from sumeru but they're technically living in the region so i figured i would try and make them look like it lol
i know this isn't what you followed for but you know what i had fun drawing this up and exploring their character a little bit so humour me lol
i realise now that it actually seems a bit like i based quite a bit off vaaiz but i didn't i swear we're just too similar asdfghjkl im sorry i did my best to make them their own character
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Every sagau! crumb you post just makes me want more, why are you so good at it! The foods too good I need a whole meal one day❤️
asdfghjkl well you're in luck because i'm working on a short series at the moment ;DD
in the meantime you'll have to survive off the crumbs lol >:)))
maybe i'll whip up something a bit longer if i find the right inspiration though 👀
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small sneak peak that may or may not make it into the new fic in some form or another we'll see:
“You’ve never felt a pull to walk to a very specific, random location? To pick up materials you have no use for, nor will to actually keep?”
“Sounds like depression,” she retorted, unconvinced.
“Does depression make you challenge domains for artifacts you can’t use?”
“Probably.”
kekekeke i love being a writer sometimes
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ok but time dilation?????
the passage of time was very obviously different here than back in you're own world. the celestial bodies flew across the sky like birds—you observed the movement yourself. you watched as the sun rose and set, then rose again in what seemed to be little under a half hour. perhaps your perception of time was messed up from whatever shenanigans got you into this mess in the first place.
but the sun never slowed. time passed with alarming speed, leaving you in the dust to wonder just what was happening. it did have some advantages, though. you could walk for days without accumulating hunger or thirst, which also led you to discovering just how small this world seemed relative to your own. it allowed you to outlast the hoards of angry people that accused you of seemingly just existing.
it made it easier to survive in... wherever they took you.
it happened so fast that you didn't even have time to register where you were. somewhere in sumeru, you guessed, having awoken and mondstadt and been traversing the terrain westward as far as you could go.
the desert, i suppose, you thought solemnly. sitting in a stuffy stone cell that reeked of mold was not really an activity suited for anything but solemnity. if you didn't die from starvation, you would die from the asthma-inducing airborne particles.
you almost chuckled at that thought. you thought a lot these days—being locked up doesn't allow for much else. you thought and you stared whistfully out the pathetic hole in the wall you hesitated to call a window. the day-night cycles were more prominent now as you had nothing else to look at. you lost count after about five or six sunsets. barely a couple hours. it was disorienting.
the guards seemed to think so, too, but not about how fast the days passed. about how they had been actively depriving you of food and water for days on end, and yet you were still as alive as when they first put you in almost a month ago.
when you were finally in chains, after much deliberation, the authorities had decided to simply lock you up somewhere you couldn't stir up trouble for the public. you hadn't been actively harming anyone or anything up to that point, your percieved crimes simply consisting of making a fool of their beloved creator. many extremists were adament on a death sentence, but some more reasonable individuals agreed to let you live; albeit in a dingy cell away from the outside world. the extremists eventually accepted.
as a mortal, you should perish soon enough in the harsh conditions. they practically guaranteed it behind the scenes. rations were to be given sparcely and scarcely. nothing but a small loaf of bread and a meager bowl of water. they expected you dead in a week or two.
but you persevered.
somehow, you had managed to outlast any average mortal without as much as a small stomach ache. you slept once, but your nap lasted nearly a week in itself. the guards nearly believed you had suddenly just up and died until they saw you turn slightly in your sleep.
the most you were was bored, really. and maybe slightly malnourished from the sparce and nutritionally-questionable 'meals' they had passed under your door every few hours—days, you guessed, in their minds.
frankly, everyone was confused. this confusion gave way to questions, which led to doubt and suspicion and even more confusion. any mortal would have succombed to the conditions and rotted away already. what were you, then, if not a mere mortal impersonating a revered being, higher than the gods themselves?
one day, you were startled out of your thoughts by a sudden thrashing of your door. it burst open with a deafening, echoing crash, and before you was a familiar face. one you had spent hours looking at through a screen, admiring and building them up from nothing. your main, if you will.
you could only stare for a moment. they were horribly dishevelled. you had half the mind to ask if they were ok, but the words never escaped your throat. their eyes gleamed with desperation as they strided toward you, and only then did you catch the glistening of a small blade clutched tightly in their dominant hand.
you didn't have time to panic as you registered their grip on your wrist, the cool sensation of the metal lasting but a second until it was replaced with a pinch. blood seeped out of the slice, shimmering as it dripped down your forearm and polled on the stone floor of the cell.
a small slice, but it revealed everything.
just a quick writing dump, not really edited or anything so sorry if its a bit weird in places lol
apparently one hour in genshin is about a minute (one day-night cycle is about 24 minutes) so im running with that
#sagau imposter au#self aware genshin#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact#genshin self aware#imposter au
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Imagine an SAGAU imposter AU with gold blooded creator!reader but with a twist. The characters know the creator has golden tears of pain and gold blood but what they don’t know is the gold isn’t visible until it complete dries in open air. Poor reader is chased though the plains of each land and shunned by all except the very young, very elderly and typically hostile creatures that live across Teyvat. While on the run in Inazuma they are caught by the Tenryou Commission and tortured (like the fake vision smith but worse) for days. Various government members from each nation join in the punishment. The red blood and crystal teardrop splatters are constantly being layered and added to so they can never fully dry. Itto and his gang hear about a tortured prisoner and go to bust them out after another session when they know they’ll be alone for a while - not recognising them as the ‘imposter’ until much later on.
The Tenryou torturers + Sara arrive for another session only to find the room empty and immediately sound the alarm about their escape. They’re so focused on finding the escaped reader that they never clean the room they used for several days on end and by the time they return it’s all dried. Reader is found running from the Arataki gang in fear they’ll be turned in and end up getting caught anyway. They’re dragged back to the room through the centre of Inazuma City but when they arrive there they see the floor and walls splattered and layered with thin swirling layers of solid gold. By this point the reader has given up fighting and slumps over in their captors’ grip, oblivious to the horror dawning on everyone’s faces as they realise what they’ve done, the crimes they’ve committed and how badly they f**ked up >>>>:)
AAAAAAA YES OMG
i absolutely love this idea aaaaaa
running through the nations, leaving splattering trails of gold far behind in your wake. occasionally spotted by a local child, recalled to parents and waved off as a wild imagination.
it was all a big misunderstanding. if they had only waited just a little longer, they would have seen it sooner. but they didn't. and now you're standing defeated before them, in front of the very cell you had previously escaped. the one you endured horrible and utterly unthinkable torture for hours, days, weeks on end. your body still ached with the echoes of the endless pain. your blood stained and seeped into the stone dungeon, now a shimmering spectacle of a room. a masterpiece with you front and center as the guards shakily loosen their grip, stepping back in horror.
they finally see, with grief unmatched, their creator. head turned back, confused and lifeless, and the painted wall behind them their golden wings.
i have a very vivid image of that scene in my head and i cannot descibe it well but holy woww yes your mind is brilliant thank you for sharing this with me
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im an ideas man yall im so good at coming up with ideas but the execution. of the ideas. is what gets me lmao
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