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mo-mode · 5 months
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AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”
Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”
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book-connoisseur · 1 month
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girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”
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ballad-of-the-lamb · 4 months
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Have a dirty secret Narinder?
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yeah.
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corviddrawsstuff · 7 months
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I didn’t see this team coming but I am enamoured with their strange and cryptid energy
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dirafames · 9 months
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nabaat-owl · 6 months
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Ouh aah Shamura rough lipsync test for a project!! What do you think they are saying?
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yandere-3-sagau · 1 year
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Hello! New anon here, idk if you do anything like this but i had an interesting thought the other day!
So yknow how you can name scaramouche right of course
So i named mine,,,,genuinely? Like i went out and looked up names (what can i say im down bad okay) and I found the name ‘Ena’ which means ‘gift from god’ (according to what i found-) or something like ‘blessed life’
So what if in a secret creator!sagau, the reader names him that and he dismisses it at first but then catches the reader having a look (sort of like a sad smile) every time they refer to him as that, so he finally asks what it means and they say its because they see him as being worthy of living. That they see him as a blessing from ‘the creator’ and they want him to see himself that way- (like not in a ‘more important than anyone else’ way, just in a ‘you exist therefore you deserve to live’ kinda way)
Idk if you like this but feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable! Tysm for your time!
hehehe do you know that wanderer is my favorite? Quite similarly to you, I took my time searching for a good name. I named him Aziz. It’s an Arabic name and I thought it was fitting since his new beginning began in Sumeru, a place based on the middle east. While Aziz means to be strong and powerful, it also means dear, darling, and precious. If SAGAU were to ever be real, I would want him to know that he is precious and loved. <33
since this ask is about secret creator!reader, i am going to assume that wanderer is still unaware of your identity when you mention the meaning of his name.
Yandere!Wanderer x Secret!Creator!Reader
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The wanderer didn’t really care for names. He’s had so many throughout the years that he could care less how people addressed him. 
So when the traveler gave him his name, he didn’t really think much of it. After all, it was a name given to him by his former enemy. What special meaning could it have? The traveler never explained it and he never thought to ask.
He kept the name for convenience but rarely ever used it. Many still referred to him as wanderer and he didn’t bother to correct them. There were times he had even forgotten that he had a new name. 
The first time he actually ever cares about his name is the first time he hears it from you. 
The name rolls so casually off your tongue it’s as if you’ve said it a thousand times. The soothing sound of your voice saying the name that belonged solely  to him makes him feel so strange that he doesn’t even realize that he’s never told you his name before. 
Though it sounds foreign at first, he quickly grows accustomed to being called his new name. 
However, every time you call him that name, you have a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite understand. You look at him as if he holds the world in his hands yet it’s accompanied by a sense of sadness. 
Unbeknownst to him, every time you say his name, you’re reminded of his past. You think about how while erasing his previous names, he intended to erase his entire existence along with it and it breaks your heart. 
Though he has trouble recognizing emotions, he can sense your sadness.
Finally, he caves into his curiosity and asks why you always have that look on your face. Why you look like you want to cry whenever that name is mentioned.
“... do you know what your name means?” 
You gaze at him with such soft eyes that he almost forgets to answer.
“No, why?”
“Your name means ‘gift from god’ and ‘blessed life.’”
It takes some time to process, but after finally realizing what the meaning of his name is, the wanderer grows a bit angry. 
Gift from god? Blessed life?
The traveler must be mocking him.
How can he be a gift from god when he was abandoned by his mother, the God of Eternity? and what part of his life is blessed when he’s committed countless sins and all he’s experienced is tragedy. 
Wanderer remains silent but he can feel your gaze on him. Those eyes that to seem to see right though him. 
Later on, he approaches the traveler. 
“Why did you name me __?’“
The traveler pauses, surprised by the sudden question. 
“I... don’t know, if I’m being honest.”
Wanderer scoffs. “How can you not know? Are you mocking me?”
“No, I really don’t know. Now that I think about it, it really is quite strange,” the traveler says as they recall the moment the wanderer was named. 
“At the time, the name just slipped from my mouth.” 
“It just slipped from your mouth? You don’t even know what it means?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t. I’ve honestly never heard of the name before.”
Hearing this, the wanderer is a bit offended. It seems such little thought was put into his name. He thinks that maybe you were lying. He searched through many books in the Akademyia for the origin but he couldn’t find anything close to what you told him. 
The next time you call his name, he stops you. He tells you stop using it. Saddened, you ask him why.
“It’s a meaningless name and whatever you claimed it means doesn’t even suit me.”
“What do you mean? I...whoever named you must see you as a gift. Your life is a blessing to them.”
“The person that named me doesn’t even know the meaning.”
You grow quiet upon hearing this. You can’t refute him, unable to explain to him that you were the person to name him. 
You’re heartbroken that he thinks so little of himself. You want nothing more than to tell him that he really is a blessing. That he’s important to you and worthy of living. But you remain silent and he does as well. 
He stops going by that name and decides to go by wanderer instead. He’s confused by your eyes that well up with unshed tears when he asks you call him wanderer instead of the name you had given him. 
It isn’t until you are exposed that he understands.
You are the creator and it was you that bestowed the name upon him while you were living through the eyes of the traveler.
This revelation sparks so many questions. 
Why did you name him that? Do you really see him as a blessing? Does he really mean that much to you?
His heart is hopeful but more and more anxiety fills his being the longer his thinks about it. 
Are you upset that he stopped using his name? Do you think he isn’t proud of it?
He doesn’t know what he’d do if you decided to take it back. But even if you tried, he wouldn’t let you. Suddenly, it’s apart of who he is now - the basis of his identity. Anyone who calls him wanderer now is immediately corrected.
He wants to confront you but he hasn’t seen you since your identity was exposed. You’ve disappeared without a trace, leaving his heart empty.
Nothing but your voice can sooth his aching heart and he can’t rest until finds you.
Until he hears you call his name once more, now that he’s finally able to appreciate it’s meaning. 
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kinkforwings · 9 months
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Out of everyone in the batfam, Tim is the one who's wanted in most countries and none of them, except for Cass or maybe Dick, know about it (they still don't know all of it) cause he's a secretive little shit (affectionate) who's unhingedness is only matched by Kon-the-clone-boy-who-grew-up-in-a-test-tube, Cassie-who-asked-Zeus-for-powers, Bart, Anita-who-is-raising-her-parents-who-were-turned-into-babies, Cissie and, Greta-who-was-raised-in-a-cult.
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lovesickeros · 3 months
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☆ from gold, i am undone
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k
You weren't meant to be here.
You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.
You are changed, and you are whole.
But you are so unbearably broken.
A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.
Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.
All you see is a monster.
Something new, something old.
A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.
But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.
You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.
But you know it will not satisfy you.
Nothing does anymore.
You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.
And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.
There is nothing left but absolute authority.
You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?
Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.
Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.
You welcome it.
It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.
Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.
You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.
For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?
Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?
Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?
Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.
For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#tsaritsa#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#tsaritsa x reader#this is. technically not a sequel but not a prequel but a secret third thing (mental health crisis)#kidding i just wanted 2 write the prev fic from more reader oriented pov bc it wasnt fucked up enough!!!!!#i need fucked up reader who is irreparably changed in horrifying ways!!!!!! and they cant die bc teyvat kinda needs them 2 uh#exist at all. and if u die well thats it. hits reset button#the horrifying fate of a mortal forced to be a god against their will and all the drawbacks that come with it#where is love to be found when they all cannot see themselves as anything but beneath you? there will always be imbalance#oh they try. they claw and scramble and beg but being the creator has changed you.#none of their worship. none of their sacrifices and gifts and pleas make you feel a thing and what a haunting thing it must be#do they reject it? delude themselves into thinking that they must try harder?#or do they accept that this is a god? absolute. horrifying in its entirety. something that even the archons cannot truly understand#a manmade god who seeks absolution in only the most heretical. the most blasphemous#literally shaking chewing on the bars of my cage LET ME OUT#i love deep dives like this sorry 2 everyone i made think i was normal my bad#i just think immortality and godhood r funky concepts and i love making them WORSE#also this took so long because i was playing b@Idurs g@t3 3 erm. censored so it doesnt show up in tags PLEASE DONT SHOW UP IN TAGS#taking i need the tsaritsa to bite me to a whole new entirely worse level!!#i just think (starts talking for 5 hours straight and doesnt Shut Up)#this one is also. considerably more openly fucked up then the other fic. even if its hidden behind flowery language uh. take it seriously.#okay im done no more angst its fluff from here on out i need 2 be NORMAL. i am a normal well functioning adult. maybe.
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lambment · 3 months
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I think this is a sign I need to rewatch emperors new groove
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payasita · 9 months
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cat bones
baddabing badaboom
flats
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drak2000 · 4 months
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narilamb is so funny cuz its basically a god going “here take my powers and make me strong again!” Only for lamb to realize hes a jerk and decides to beat the shit out of him then go “ill give u this cool present if u be friends with everybodyy ^_^”. Then when narinder responds out of line they make him do manual labor
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ratcandy · 4 months
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you all know that one vine. i couldn't stop thinking about it while doing this storyline (tobe clear sozo is my wife)
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99% of The Secret History is Richard Papen either high or drunk.
The 1% is Henry trying to manipulate Richard to join in a murderous plan.
And people ate that up (me. I’m people.)
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cryptid-condor · 1 year
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little snapshot of a zelda 1/2 au where the Prince actually sucks and he puts a bounty on the wielder of the triforce, which leads to link stealing a horse named Pony who joins him on his new quest to overthrow the monarchy
please click for quality i promise its worth it :)
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quaranmine · 7 months
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I really love Mumbo’s very faint "eerie" background noise he puts in his videos when something happens. He used it all the time during Moon Big and now I'm pavloved into being like SOMETHINGS HAPPENING??? whenever i hear it lol
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