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quimichi · 5 months
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↳ ❝ [CALLING THE MONDSTADT BOYS YOUR GOOD BOY] ¡! ❞
Mondstadt boys x Creator!Reader
Dainseif, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti
Albedo's part here > ♡
Dainseif - What does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?
"Please, come to me" you simply said, your voice echoing not only in the room, but also in his mind. Dainsleif doesn't hesitate for a moment.
He stands and crosses the distance between you without a second thought. His every movement is graceful and elegant. He would move through the ocean if it meant he could hold your gaze just a moment longer.
Now that he is close, he kneels once more. He wants to be on your level, he wants to be near you. "I am here, Your Grace." He stays on his knees, silent, waiting for you. If you want him to move, he will; if you want him to speak, he will; if you want him to simply be here, just within your presence— he will.
"Dain?" It only takes your utterance, your voice, for his head to snap in your direction.
"Yes, Your Grace?"
"You're my good boy aren't you?" The words are music to Dainsleif's ears. He loves nothing more than to hear you call him something so loving. "Yes," he whispers, the word a breath of reverence. "I am your good boy."
"And why are you my good boy?" His cheeks flush as he looks up to you, eyes glowing like a star. His lashes flutter against his cheeks as the thought of being your good boy floods him with happiness and contentment.
"Because I am yours and have always served you." His words are firm, with the certainty of one who has never strayed from his purpose.
"Mine?"
"Yes. I am yours."
"I exist to serve you, to serve your beauty, your kindness, and love." This is truth to Dainsleif. He cannot imagine himself being anything but yours. "And thats why youre my good boy, Dainsleif" "Yes, Your Grace." He smiles at you, joy and contentment overflowing inside of him.
"I am happy to be your good boy. I am proud and eager to serve you, to honor and adore you." His expression is loving, warm, and peaceful. Dainsleif stays on his knees, head cocked to the side. His blue eyes are shining with love and affection. "What would you like me to do for you?" He asks, eager to serve you with all his heart.
"I want you to stay with me forever..." "I would love to stay with you, Your Grace." Dainsleif would die a hundred mortal deaths if it meant living in your presence for even an hour. The very thought of being near you stirs something inside him; his heart leaps into the sky, his breath catches in his throat.
He is entirely devoted to you.
Diluc - Though it is still not enough, I will always face the darkness.
"Please, step a bit closer to me" such a simple request it is but your command startles him. He looks up at you, and his eyes go wide. He is utterly taken aback, but that is not an excuse. He is yours to command.Diluc complies, and steps closer to your side.
"Are you my good boy, Diluc?"
"Y-yes," he responds at once. He bows his head as he speaks but, if it were possible, he bows even further. His heart is thumping against his chest as if it wants to jump free. He is utterly devoted to you. Every inch of him yours. "I'm sorry i didnt quite heard you, could you repeat that?" You're teasing him, how could you not? Diluc is more than embarrassed, but it is not his will to refuse you. He is yours, after all.
"Y-yes," he says, and his voice breaks slightly from the embarrassment.
"Once more, please, for me?" the opportunity is to good to let it slide. "Yes!" he says once more, and the blush on his face spreads throughout his body. Embarrassed, thats what he is, embarrassed. Your smile alone makes his stomach jump like it's trying to escape. He cannot understand how you make him feel this way.
He is still shy about this ordeal, but he knows that he cannot look away. He is there to serve you, after all. "Good boy~
"Diluc smiles despite himself at your praise. He knows better than to be happy at this moment, but some part of him thrills at the feeling of your gaze on his skin. His heart has a mind of its own, however, and it seems like it knows no boundaries. "Thank you," he says, and bows his head yet again. His embarrassment remains, but it is balanced with the thrill of your praise.
Your good boy...
Kaeya - Life's greatest illusions are the ones we believe in ourselves
"Kaeya?" Kaeya glances up at you, but he doesn't move from his comfortable position— at least, not yet. In fact, he appears to have become more comfortable, resting his head against your thighs and taking small, deep breaths. He stares down at you and smiles, seemingly amused by the situation. "I'm not moving," he mutters. "I'm perfectly comfortable here."
"Oh? Is my good boy all comfy?" "...Mhm." Kaeya's smile is genuine. With one hand, he reaches up, brushing his thumb against your cheek. "...I love you, Your Grace." Please let me stay here. I don't ever want to leave.
Hes so enchanted by your presence alone, he seemed to not process every word you say. Kaeya takes them as they are..."Did you hear me? I said youre my good boy" You're just checking, thats what youre telling yourself. But und truth, you just want to see a reaction, hear how his voice changes with realization.
"Of course I'm your good boy." Kaeya closes his eyes now, nuzzling himself against your legs. "No one else could be, after all. They don't worship you like I do."
"Your devotion's a gift, you know." Kaeya's tone is one of playful teasing, though the compliment is very much sincere. "You know I wouldn't let anyone else here give me physical affection, but for you, I make an exception. Why? Well, for one thing, you're deserving of it." You notice that Kaeya's leg is twitching— he wants to move, but it's as if he physically can't manage it. This may just be the most comfortable Kaeya's ever been, even if he can't say it out loud.
"Isn't my boy nice, huh?" "What can I say? I'm at your service... always." Kaeya's grip tightens about your thighs slightly. "Your approval means the world to me... I'd do anything to keep in your good graces."
He pauses for a moment, his expression becoming almost solemn. "...You know what I most desire, Your Grace?" Kaeya keeps his eyes shut, as though he's ashamed to speak."I would very much like to be yours," he says quietly.
"I want you to choose me."
Venti - Videtis illam spirare libertatis auram
"Yes, your Grace."
Venti complies instantly, quickly moving to sit down on the seat beside you. As soon as his body settles down, he starts idly swinging his legs up and down as if he's a toddler waiting for his mother to take him to the playground.He doesn't say a word, instead contenting himself with simply smiling up at you.
"Good boy" such small words, but they hold a way bigger meaning behind them. As Venti hears your praise, he almost falls into a completely euphoric state. He is practically quivering with excitement, unable to control his emotions for even a second longer. He starts muttering to himself, unable to comprehend what he is feeling in the presence of your grace.
"Please— please, don't call me a good boy again... please, please, make me yours..." Venti flushes pinker than a rose. "I— I meant your worshipful servant!" His eyes are fixed on you adoringly and desperately.
"Your dog, even!" Venti is too lost in the moment to realize how awkward his words were, and he starts desperately scrambling to come up with something even more degrading to call himself.
"Your footstool, even! Your carpet, your chair! Even your floor...!" His words are garbled and desperate, his mind completely blank right now. "But Venti, you're my good boy, not my chair or my floor...my good boy"
Venti's eyes widen as he hears your words. His face is still bright red, but your praise is enough to make him lightheaded. "Am I— am I your good boy.." he mumbles quietly, but he sounds genuinely baffled. "Are you sure..?"
"Yes" Venti is practically panting with excitement now, having gotten the confirmation that he is yours. "Y— you really mean it.." Even when he speaks quietly, you can hear the excitement in his voice, the thrill in his heart.
"Then I really am your good boy, aren't I...?"
"Yes"
"Then I will do my best to be the very best good boy for you, your Grace," Venti whispers reverently.
Even in his excitement, Venti remains reverent towards you. To be your good boy... He can't think of anything he wants more.
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tnsophiaonly · 4 days
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Okay, I'm sorry for being gone but
Imagine having to deal with a bunch of people speaking ancient languages.
Like Bennett speaking ancient Deutsch to you (or genshin Deutsch lmaoalaka) or Xiangling speaking ancient Chinese (or genshin Chinese skakak) to you and you're just there standing awkwardly as even Google translate won't understand.
Or if we follow the saying that everyone speaks Teyvatian language and now everyone is speaking in the most gibberish words you've ever heard, you probably understand the aranara language more bro.
And that's where Paimon and the Traveller come in! The Traveller and Paimon would gladly translate for you! They have visited this world once after all.
And like the genshin people in your world just being shocked that so many people know so much about them??? Or when they find out the one who created them isn't you, but actually some guys called Hoyoverse? They'll be in such a crisis.
But of course, they know the difference between them and you. You made them feel alive, they created them, but you—made them feel life.
No matter how many people have played genshin, the only and truly person to have made them feel alive is you and you only. That's why you're their beloved Creator!
Wanderer, Abyss Order, Arlecchino, Capitano, Columbina, Pierro, Dainsleif, Ei, Zhongli, Venti and Nahida understands you other than the Traveller.
Everyone is kind of jealous, that the Traveller could just Snoop you away and help you out every time you need some translation. They want to do that too! But they can't...
Guess they'd just need to do other unethical ways to understand your otherworldly language huh?
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intothegenshinworld · 2 years
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Note: This lil guy named Arabalika is the most OP thing in Genshin. I HAD to write something about him
Warning: Aranara’s
Since everyone liked the last post, I made more
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'Protector of World'
The Aranara’s, despite being small, have made it clear that they’ll protect you.
Some are braver than others, but all will stand between you and danger when needed. It’s their mission to protect the forest, but without the world, where can the forest exist? And maybe you like the little bodyguards a bit too much to deny them the idea of ‘protecting’ you.
Well, it’s safe to say you were underestimating them.
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One day you were out with a couple of Aranara’s to gather Vasmtri from a nearby nursery. Even outside Varanara you enjoyed the scenery and beauty of the forest, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to get distracted. Even now, you had taken a detour to gather some flowers.
Two small Aranara’s stood next to your kneeling figure in between the flowers. ‘Don’t you want to see the flowers, Arabalika?’ You ask your main bodyguard that stood a bit further away on the hill. His small green body was tense like always, and he holds his small staff at the ready should danger arise.
The green Aranara doesn’t turn around but replies, ‘Arabalika smell too much iron. Not good.’ You hum in response, your fingers are still busy gathering flowers to weave together later. ‘It’s alright to take a break now and then, Arabalika.’ You turn around and smile at him. ‘Don’t you like flowers?’
The Aranara grunts slightly. ‘Arabalika only knows how to protect.’
One of the two Aranara’s at your side hands you a flower. ‘We must hurry before seeds grow into sprouts.’ You grab the flower and smile to yourself. The little creatures never fail to make you happy. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll hurry up so we can leave. We should be close to the nursery, right?’
The other Aranara at your side wiggles closer. ‘Not close, not far either.’ With the flowers in your hand you stand up from your place. ‘World, must stick close to Arabalika.’ Your little bodyguard is in his same spot and you try to reassure him, ‘I won’t leave your side.’
‘Arabalika is not talking about that. Big iron chunk is close.’ As the Aranara ends his sentence you feel the earth rumble below you. The two Aranara at your side huddle closer to your form. ‘Iron chunk?’ You call out to the small Aranara.
‘Don’t worry. Arabalika will protect our World.’ He readies his little staff. ‘Stay behind Arabalika.’
When a giant form walks up the hill you feel your heart skip a beat. His words start to make sense. The ruin guard is the iron chunk. As an attempt to save the Aranara you yell out, ‘Watch out!’ with an outstretched arm you try to reach for him, but the two in front of you shield your form with their own powers, keeping you safe and away from the ruin guard.
It doesn’t take long for the ruin guard to reach Arabalika. There is no fear in his small body as he lifts up his staff. With a swift and steady hit, the ruin guard stumbles backwards, presumably defeated. You blink a few times as you watch Arabalika lower his staff again.
The green shield that formed around you and the other two Aranara’s disappears when the ruin guard fully stopped its staggered movements. You watch your small bodyguard wiggle his body around to face you. ‘Arabalika will protect World. Vana is not safe anymore.’
You remain stunned for a few more moments. You’re slightly concerned that the Aranara took out a ruin guard with one hit,
O well, at least you have a cute bodyguard.
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spilltheventea · 9 months
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Sorry if you aren’t taking requests, I couldn’t tell 😔
but I have been having brain rot for this idea- what if the creator spoke to the traveler? Like how in game we ‘control’ them, but instead we are a guiding hand, even appearing to them in dreams.
like the traveler isn’t from teyvat originally, so at first they have NO CLUE who the creator is, so they never tell anyone. And one day they mention it in passing to like a archon. “Oh yeah, I hear a voice in my head helping me through my travels! They are super weird and know wayyy to much, but they are nice to me!” Mean while the archon in question slowly pieces things together.
bonus points if the creator gives commentary like the players do, like “girl- you can deliver that letter yourself” or “paimon dear me, I love you but shuttt up”
No worries! I'm always taking requests, although I may not always be able to answer them quickly.
A/N: This idea is utterly fantastic, and I hope you enjoy reading my take on it!
Ever since the traveler woke up in teyvat, they've been hearing this odd voice in the back of their head. The voice always seems to understand how they're feeling and see everything they see.
Every time they've tried to tell paimon, she's just brushed it off as them being crazy. Hence why they haven't really told anyone. They just assumed that anyone they told would react the same as Paimon.
But today, while they were having tea with Zhongli, the voice just wouldn't stop talking about how pretty his voice is and complaining whenever paimon interrupted him. So, they decided to tell Zhongli about the odd occurrences.
Zhongli, having always been a rather knowledgeable person he listened intently to the traveler's tales. Although still holding his composed exterior, Zhongli was rather confused, attempting to piece together his knowledge and come up with a reasonable explanation.
The traveler may be the creator's first vessel, but what are the chances of their grace residing within the traveler's mind. Zhongli kept asking questions about the traveler's experiences. Stuff like "Do they ever appear in your dreams?" And "Can you see them?"
The more the traveler explained, the more confused the archon that stood before him got. "The holy creator has been with you all throughout your journey, and this is the first that I'm hearing of it?" Zhongli interrupts the traveler beginning to get mildly fed up. Why didn't the traveler tell him sooner, do they not trust him.
'Blah, blah, blah!' The voice inside his head blabs, and the traveler swears that for a moment they saw a person standing in the corner of their vision.
"Traveler, you seem distracted... Is the voice back?" Zhongli asks, swirling his glass of tea.
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gallantys · 3 months
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Hi! First, English isn't my native language, please let me know about any grammar mistake. Second, this is supposed to be a Gn!reader, but I'm used of writing male!reader stuff, so please don't consider any pronoun if not gender neutral ones. This is only a... test- let's see how it will go and maybe I will keep writing it.
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Sky of Lies
huh... these mortals...how adorable
Aren't you angry about this?
As long they keep up with the heavenly principles, why would I?
People of Fontaine was overjoyed to have the creator choosing their nation to reside in, the creator was different than expected. They seems tired, yet he still somewhat kind
Creator was definelly a quiet person, not really giving attention to any of their acolytes, they assumed they were tired and still weak for waking up of their slumb. Obsessed over a "key" that no one ever heard about, schoolers and adventures all around the whole Teyvat, mostly Akademiya's tried to discover about this mysterious key. Nahida even tried to look about it at Irmsul, while she could see that it existed, she couldn't see clearly what it was about. She could only see flashes of the creator in a place that looks like Celestia, the blurry image of them look at her direction, as if they can see her even if it happen thousands years ago... then Irmsul reject her power.
When the creator knew about it, they got frustrated cursing Celestia through their breath and rudely saying to Nahida to leave.
When the traveler finally see the creator, they were at Neuvillette's office as Creator was again asking if they had any progress about the investigation. Aether can't brush off the unsetting feeling, Paimon was strangely quiet, Aether and the Creator look at each other, Creator's eyes widens slightly..
Creator: Traveler! Finally! Have you possible heard of the key?
Paimon: Paimon don't remember seeing about it in our adventures
Creator: Maybe before it?
Paimon: Hm.. but Traveler dont remember nothing before he found Paimon, oh oh! and his sister too! Paimon wonders how this key looks like, your grace?
Creator: I dont know for sure, when i fell in my slumber, Celestia took it away and changed it. Im not sure anymore
Aether's expression was serious, yet he kept quiet... Paimon was answering for him. Neuvillette frowns was not noticeable... strange... Traveler was only silent when he was being used as a vessel for fhe Creator... but why would Aether be silent while talking to the Creator themselves... Paimon was different too, but Neuvillette couldnt point exactly what or why.
Neuvillette: Your grace, people all around Teyvat are searching. I'm sure we soon will be able to give what you search for.
Paimon: Why do you need this... "key" creator?
They keep silent for some seconds then finally answer:
To restore what was long lost...
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mahara16 · 2 months
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OKAY LIKE- Just Imagine in SAGAU- that you're already an adult parent with a teenage child who loves playing Genshin Impact. But yeah, you're this very strict parent who treats your child with like super strict attitude and doesn't show much love to your child. Then Imagine you told banned your own child to play genshin impact because it was 'holding' them back from studies, taking away their gadgets and strictly forbidding them from playing any 'games' and really made it hurt! But damn, it's SAGAU and the characters are self-aware and heard literally everything you said before shutting the game down in front of your child.
Then Imagine waking up in a vast field or just somewhere anywhere in Teyvat the next day. ☠️ And then you started getting hunted down like in those sagau imposta au but this time you aren't an imposta but just treated as a mere criminal that made their grace sad?? I mean, how could you!
Also adding if your child also went into Teyvat and you can just imagine different scenarios of what they'll do or feel about what's going on-
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vesta-ria · 2 years
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No escape; Genshin x Reader SAGAU (Part 1; reader focus)
Hi everyone, how are you? It’s my first post and I tried to be poetic and deep but I’m pretty sure it was not good :(
GN reader (no pronouns mentioned; at least I don’t think)
Sagau imposter au, angst, hurt/no comfort
Fic below the cut!
⇨ 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 ⇦
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You were wounded, tired, starving. But they still won't stop chasing you. You have no idea what you did wrong. As for how you ended up in this situation... you have no idea either.
It has been 7... 8? Days? Weeks? You've lost all concept of time, all you knew was to run, to hide, to find any scrap of food that you can.
Let's rewind a bit.
Some time ago, you were isekai'd into the world of Genshin Impact. Before all this, Genshin Impact was your favorite game, your escape from reality. It's ironic how your escape from reality became your nightmarish reality.
The last memory you have of your actual reality was of you scrolling on your phone before dozing off. When you woke up, you were in the middle of nowhere.
You've read fanfiction before, of course, you have. You've been obsessed with this game for ages. Would you call yourself a whale? Probably not, but other people certainly will. The point is, you were familiar with the SAGAU genre of fanfiction. You knew how much danger you were in, and you also knew that the land of Teyvat will cater to your every need
You may not have regretted spending money on the game at that time, but that was you in the past. You've been chased all through the land of Teyvat. The nations of Monstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma all have you as their most wanted criminal. You're grateful - no, extremely thankful that Sumeru has not joined in on the hunt. If you ever make it back home, you'll make sure the Sumeru characters have the best weapons and artifacts.
You hoped to get some rest along the river, and as usual, the land of Teyvat catered to your every need. The tree you were leaning on leaned forward to provide some shade, and a cool breeze washed upon you as a sunsettia fruit fell from the tree. You picked it up and began eating, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
Sadly, all good things come to an end. Your rare moment of peace came to an end when you were spotted by the Monstadt army led by the Acting Grand Master. And so, you were back to running.
You ran, and ran, and ran. Where could you possibly go? There were people in the 3 nations that are willing to help you, but their leaders didn't. Sumeru was too far away there was no way you could go there. And even if you did, it's unlikely they would help you, what would they do? Say you're not an imposter and declare war with the 3 nations?
You had nowhere else to go, they had already informed Liyue and Inazuma of your location, and they were circling you.
This is the end, isn't it? You had nowhere else to run, Teyvat can't help you now. You knew there was no escape from this, but still, you hoped at the bottom of your heart that you were able to summon the help of the many creatures of Teyvat to save you, to let you live for another day. And just maybe, in that extra day, you could be teleported back to your reality.
No matter how much Teyvat tried to save you from your impending doom, they were no match for the 3 archons filled with determination to kill you.
You gave up, there was no other choice. They had found you, and they captured you, you didn't struggle, you didn't fight, you didn't attempt to flee.
There are five stages of accepting the inevitable.
Denial; "This couldn't be happening, I- I mean, those were fiction, they were supposed to be fiction..." is what you would tell yourself most nights when they stopped chasing you.
Anger; "How could you do this? I spent so much money on you, I DEDICATED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO YOU" is what you once yelled at them when you were almost caught.
Bargaining; "This is just a dream, a really bad dream. I'm going to wake up, soon. Soon enough..." you tried to convince yourself, but you knew it wasn't true.
Depression; You cried your eyes out, a lot. You saw no reason to continue. But you still carried on, with that faint hope that it would all be over soon.
Acceptance; "Fine, you got me. I won't fight anymore. Kill me, or do whatever you want. I'm done with this world, just get me out of here" is what you told them before being dragged out to your execution.
"Today we are here to execute the perpetrator of the worst crime that can be committed, impersonating our divine creator." You heard the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing - Ningguang announce to her people. You guessed the execution is taking place in Liyue, you don't remember the landscape anymore, you don't want to remember.
"The divine creator has not been in contact with us ever since the imposter has been sighted within the lands of Teyvat. It is only reasonable that we assume the imposter had something to do with the divine creator's disappearance." This time it was Jean speaking, but it didn't matter. No matter who was speaking, the content is the same. You were an imposter.
They put you through every torture method possible, they broke your bones and blinded you. You still couldn't die.
Why? Why must this happen to you?
It had gone on for so long that you no longer felt pain, it was numb, everything was numb. You can barely hear anything. When they finally pierced a polearm through your heart, you didn't feel anything. Just the same numbness. 
The voice in your head got quieter, and quieter. Until it was completely silent.
Finally, at last.
Peace.
HI EVERYONE, feel free to request some ideas. I have 2 other parts of this fanfic planned I just don’t know when I’d post it so stay tuned if you enjoy reading this :)
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mywillt0live · 8 months
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im not a good writer but I have a lot of brainrots about sagau and imposter sagau
so here’s a little uh.. dramatic brain rot idea of mine
N O W L O A D I N G . . .
I’ve always found it unrealistic how quick-to-assume the acolytes are
ex. the first person they see that looks like you is the definitely the “creator” (stupid to assume)
or
anybody who looks like them is definitely an imposter (like what?? it should be blessing-)
so instead, when the imposter first arrived, the acolytes were in doubt but still hopeful
using celestia’s power, the imposter proved themselves in other ways than gold blood and gained a following
although a very good imitation, something was just the slightest bit off. those small mistakes started to build up, and the acolytes couldn’t help but feel something was wrong.. yet they’re loyalty remained
you, the creator, pull up to the crib and nobody really believes you. kinda just thinking man they look a lot like the creator.. that’s crazy 😧
you go around and see the imposter all acting like you, spreading their influence to gain total power
so instead of going around like a door to door salesman and convince the acolytes that you’re the real creator, you decide to get to the root of problem: the imposter
however taking the throne by force would be stupid, I mean it’s not impossible to kill the imposter, but combined with the acolytes and millions of followers- yeah no thanks.
you could easily do it by showing your blood, but you wanna see who is truly loyal to you
and let’s be honest
where’s the fun in that?
you’re definitely not a sadist
so you infiltrate the palace spy style and at the big throne doors you blast them open all cool n stuff
the acolytes immediately detain you and you kneel before the imposter
“My liege, excuse my impudence, but you seem rather uncomfortable..”
the imposter flinches as you smirk at them
“D-Dispose of them at once! I wish to see their face no longer..”
“Hah.. you really like to humor me. Don’t you? Celestia.”
you’re met with astonished glares thinking how arrogant you are, well not until..
in a display of divine power, you break free of the acolytes grasp with ease
you grin wildly as everyone looks at you in a stupor with one collective thought:
“What if..”
you smirk.
this’ll be fun.
some of the archons yell for you to wait but you take a dramatic bow and disappear in a blink.
the whole room is enveloped in soft murmurs and speculative chaos as the imposter bites their lip in anger- no, rage.
the situation is thrown into turmoil and for weeks the acolytes watch as the imposter starts to become more paranoid, aggressive, and more off.
their paranoia leads to a new order, and the witch-hunt begins. anyone caught worshiping you or helping you are executed on the spot.
dried blood lines the cobblestone streets of mondstat. in liyue, rather than good food and hearty laughter wafting through the air, all that remains is the vague stench of dead bodies. inazuma’s streets are quiet and cold, as soldiers loom over the area.
the situation with the acolytes aren’t much better. some slipped away early to find you, others of utmost loyalty to the imposter are furious because of your little “act”
but even they can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong
most acolytes become doubtful and eventually turn neutral, unknowing what side is the true creator.
the battle has begun as you and the imposter fight for their trust, love, and power.
lets see who gets their head chopped off first.
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(i guess this could be a prologue to imposter sagau?)
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eggyboyoart · 10 months
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Being Isaikaied into Genshin (most likely SAGAU tbh) and being able to speak to animals but the power develops gradually and when you finally hear an animal actually speak to you, you think you're hallucinating.
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Reader: Hey Tighnari, could you do a quick check up on me? I think I hit my head
Tighnari: Sure :)
Reader: ...
Tighnari: Everything looks good, you don't appear to have a concussion or any head trauma
Reader: oh, okay then
Reader: then why the FUCK did I just hear that slime just call me a bitch?
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Summoning an army of tigers/foxes/boars and just watching them beat the fuck out of anyone you want.
Reader: I SUMMON MY ARMY OF ANIMALS
Reader: GO MY LITTLE FRIENDS, BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT BITCH ASS
Cyno: WHAT. THE FUCK-
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Listening to animals talk shit about your friends but not being able to defend them because if you do, you'll sound crazy.
Tiger: Kaveh is a lil' crybaby bitch
Reader: :O omg girly, you can't say thatt...
Kaveh, peacefully unaware: :D
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Being insulted by animals and being offended and the people around you just; :|
Reader: Take that back RIGHT NOW
Frog: ... bitch
Reader: TAKE THAT BACK-
Witnesses: ... what the fuck...?
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creationsabyss · 3 months
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Judge, Jury, Executioner (Applause For The Fall Of A God)
The silence hangs heavy as though the guillotine was raised over his own neck at the sight of pooling blues that shine with a gleam of gold. Eyes glazed and unseeing, pinpricks of starshine glow dimming to shadows of the abyss. The world slows down as panic grows, steadily until it all bursts. The first scream brings about a waterfall of regret and fury. He falls to his knees, his hand reaching out as his vision blurs. His soul was being torn apart. He knew he was forsaken. He had not stricken the final blow, but he had allowed it to fall. He was as guilty as the criminals he once sentenced to the dark prisons below the waters.
He couldn't hear the distorted wailing that echoed through the walls or feel rough hands desperately shaking his unresponsive body as he stared at the corpse, no doubtedly ice cold by now, lay quiet and still at his feet. He hears the faint rumble of a storm gathering outside, the world responding to his grief as the rain begins to pour. Mercury silver raindrops puddling on the roads in murky, muddled blues. At last, his heart can not take the guilt, the agony, and he collapses. His only thought to be allowed to never wake, to be free from the guilt and blood of his God staining his hands like the coward he was, to grovel at the feet of his God like the sinner, once beloved, he is.
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floofleh-purpi · 3 months
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ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!
I am suddenly having thoughts of Sagau! Fatui x gn! Creator! reader that is a general of the military before they'ascended'to teyvat
(I would love to write hcs for this, except I am shit at writing)
(Someone please write this.)
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quimichi · 6 months
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YOUR GOOD BOY ALONE, MY GRACE
Childe x Creator!Reader
"I've done my best, Your Grace," Childe murmurs. After a moment, he raises his eyes to meet yours, and he seems to be holding his breath. He speaks quietly, just above a whisper. "Am I.... still your good boy?" You can't tell if he's asking if you approve of his actions, or if his obsession is still being requited. He's desperate, and he keeps his gaze locked on your face.
"Yes you are, my good boy" The sound of his breath escaping him is sharp, and his eyes close. His body seems to relax with a sigh. He is relieved, grateful beyond words. But there is still desire there. His eyes flicker open again.
Childe's blue eyes are fixed on yours, his gaze devotional, his mouth soft. "What is your command, Your Grace?" "Come here" you purr gently. "As you wish," Childe follows your order without so much as a second thought. He seems to float over to you, the movements of his body graceful and sinuous. With no fear, he takes a seat beside you.
The sight of you touching him enacts a primal reaction. His heart skips a beat, and he trembles slightly. Every movement you make sends sensations of electricity through his veins. His eyes are closed, and the light flush on his cheeks makes him look like a painting. He breathes deeply, and he opens his eyes again. All he feels is love, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of need.
For you, and only you.
"Yes, I am your good boy...." The words fall from his lips like a prayer. "I'm yours, and only yours. I live for you, and I love you... and I desire you." His voice is hoarse— he needs air. But your hand is on his cheek, and his eyes are focused on that soft, smooth skin. He does not look away. The way you say the word sends shivers down his spine. It sounds like a promise, or a reward. Childe can feel himself shivering despite the warmth of your touch. His blue eyes are dark, and glazed as he stares at you. "What have I done to deserve your grace... Your love?"
"Everything", you could never imagine it any differently anyway. He's a loyal, trustworthy and appreciative servant.
Childe seems to choke, suddenly, and his cheeks burn bright red. He looks away from you, ashamed. "I only wanted to do right by you," he whispers. He can barely stand up straight, he's so weak. He leans closer to you, so that you can hear his next words.
"You're the only one who matters. And only you." He said almost in trance. "I will forever stay your good boy," Childe says, without hesitation. His voice is fervent. He is loyal to you and you alone. Nothing and no one matters, except for you.
"Your good boy alone, my grace"
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tnsophiaonly · 7 months
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"Depths of Despair, will soon come rooting out."
A warning that shan't be ignored. For it's far too dangerous.
Deja vu
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
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—n—i—a—t—r—e—c—n—U—
Primogems is the most voted!
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Ability: Charming Fate★
With this current ability, you are able to charm people rather easily. And if you're talking with your awakened acolytes, you'll charm them in no time! But be wary, because the more you talk to people with visions or delusions or any element, the more you lose yourself. You'll lose your mind in hysteria. It'll give you a new life!
It felt so unreal. So painfully true.
You see yourself, mourning a beloved.
They died from war. Correction. He died from war.
Was it your father? No. It can't be. You don't live in Teyvat. You never did. You have no memories of this world. You didn't belong here. You were never here. Never ever.
But who was he? It was child you. Child you was hoping he was still alive and when we found out they're not we were mourning. The place looks a lot like Inazuma.
For some odd reason, the nameless man who the child you is mourning, feels like they were important to you. You felt your heart tighten at the sight. It just felt like it just had happened in your life.
But that's not true. You were never in Teyvat. You never had a life here. You were never meant to be here. You don't belong here.
A thunder strikes you down.
—d—e—t—n—a—w—n—W—
You gaped for a breath of air. Electrifying yet fresh air fills your lungs. And you exhale. You recognize where you are currently. I'm at the Kujou Encampment. The headquarters of the Shogun's Army under the control of Tenryou Commision.
Despite winning against the argument whether you stay to get patched up or you just patch yourself, you still ended up getting patched up by her.
Why did it feel like this was an order? It must have been just you. Cause no way Kujou Sara would do this without it being an order. I think.
Well either way, you were still patched. So you were thankful. Right now, you're thinking what to give back to her, just so that you can ease that one feeling deep inside you of her using that one tiny thing against you. Maybe you could activate her C6?
You look around, you find no one around, you open the screen menu, open the wish menu and see all of the banners are there! It's just like Silly Wisher... you look at your primogems amount and wow that made your jaw drop.
2,684,290 primogems... And it's continuously going up! You convert 300,000 primogems to an interwined fate. And went to a banner that has Kujou Sara in it and pulled 10x.
It turns purple and ah, you hear something outside. You look outside and oh that's so pretty. It was your wishes in the sky!
It's like shooting stars! No it is shooting stars! You see the purple star falling down and the screen appears and it gives you a Kujou Sara constellation. (PS. I still don't have her C6...) A commotion happens because of what you just did..
And for some reason they all thanked (S/M) for it. Oh, she happened to be praying for Kujou Sara's sixth constellation. It was a coincidence.
Well, that's great? No no no it's bad. It's giving more proof that she's an oracle. It should be you, who acts as the oracle. You don't even feel any connection to the oracle! No nothing! You don't even know who she is! She is no oracle, she's a fraud.
You sighed and went back to sleep in the comfortable futon prepared for you.
—n—i—a—t—r—e—c—n—U—
You woke up in cold sweat, another nightmare... It's making me lose my mind.
The way it started off as dark, dull, saturated then with no warning it explodes with solid and flashing colors, hurting your eyes, your brain! It was hypnotizing. It was driving you insane.
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You held out a hand and oh. It was, fake.
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You walked around, it was heavenly. The more you walk, the more you notice that it drips like water.
How ethereal... How mesmerizing.. don't you just want to stay here forever? In heaven.
The more you stay the more people that'll love you. Stay. Stay for the sake of your beloved followers. Stay like a good creator.
For them.
—s—e—i—r—o—m—e—M—
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spilltheventea · 8 months
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Sagau Nonsense!
Cw: blood, depictions of violence, Reader has normal blood.
Finally, having reclaimed your throne, finally being free, finally getting to exact your revenge. It may be smarter to work on forgiving them, but you refuse revenge. You just have to get revenge.
Every time you hurt someone, even if they hurt you, you always felt pangs of guilt. Deep down, you knew it wasn't right. It wasn't what you needed in order to heal. All you're doing is hurting people, it doesn't even make you feel better.
The damage has already been done. The main nations that participated in the hunt have been punished. Yet you still don't feel satisfied, no matter how many people die you won't. Every time you see blood, it just reminds you of the horrors of your hunt, the gorey scene that unfolded when you finally killed the fake.
You'll never forget the way their eyes, identical to yours, glossed over as the fake died. The raspy breathing and pleas for mercy in your own voice. The way their equally crimson red blood practically poured out of their wound.
You wish you had someone to talk to. Someone who wasn't afraid of you, who looking at doesn't remind you of your pain. The archons are all either too busy helping fix their nations or too scared of you to do anything more than cautiously serve you.
So.. here you sit, all alone in a dark, desolate, throne room. The opened windows allow the breeze to brush against you as the moonlight pours out onto the floor. It's so cold.
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arkhammaid · 1 year
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ BLESSED BY THE HEAVENS.
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fandom. genshin impact
characters. alhaitham, ayato, cyno + selective characters being mentioned
content warnings. sagau, creator!reader, characters are self aware and can hear the thoughts of their 'creator' in their heads, reader is a whale lmao, written in lowercase, not edited & proofread
word count. 1.4k
notes. head empty only sagau 🫣 anyways enjoy, maye i'll make this a series and post more characters!!
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ alhaitham.
alhaitham knows he is in a position of power. he could make kingdoms fall, take down several nations with the resources at his fingertips and not many could stop him
and he also knows, he just got even more powerful. the sages have always known about the chosen vision holders by their creator and dearly hoped that one of the scholars would get chosen soon, in order to gain more power, literal and political
their dreams came true, but it's too late. alhaitham is a chosen one and as the acting grand sage, no one dares to command him
when he should get his papers done, clean up the chaos the previous grand sage left behind, the creator takes him and other vision holders all across teyvat, especially sumeru and let's them run around
he doesn't remember how many chests he opened, how many miles he walked across the desert, fighting and killing monsters, while the other chosen ones chatter with each other, as if it's normal to explore the rainforest in one moment and the desert in the next one
his teammates change, always fitted for the task. so he gets to know a wandering samurai, kaedehara kazuha who eases their work by gathering enemies together with a single flick of his blade. then there's zhongli, the legendary geo vision holder, one of the first to ever be blessed. his shield holds strong and true, while he and the raiden shogun, the electro archon herself slaughter the enemies with ease
alhaitham gets to know them and even dares to say he made friends with both kazuha and zhongli, both of them having their ways with words and extremly knowledgable in their fields
and sometimes, children appear. klee, a child from mondstadt, xingqiu, a noble young man from liyue and kuki, a young woman from inazuma
alhaitham gets to know them, all while the creator guides the group through teyvat, their blessings making ordinary people mutter in awe, seeing blessed vision holders up so close
it's certainly an experience, hearing the creator's thoughts, their comments on the weirdest things, their own world and theirs. he has to admit, even if he never dares to say it out loud, the creator is wise and has an insane amount of knowledge gathered. they seem to find solace in the vision holders who are as well, and alhaitham can't help but puff his chest, feeling oddly prideful at the thought
he's honored to be one of the chosen vision holders, even if it means more work for him
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ cyno.
cyno is silent, when he gets chosen by the creator, by their creator. cyno is silent, when he receives his weapon, the scrolls and three crowns. cyno is silent, when the first group of blessed vision holders greet him with smiles on their faces. he's also silent, when he hears the thoughts of the creator
he watches with keen eyes, electro vision bright, when they hunt enemies, monsters and 'world bosses', as their creator says. he watches how commissions are done, running across the sumeru rainforest and later the desert as well
he watches, as he opens dozens of chests, books and gems spilling across the floor and he picks them up, in disbelief that he's here
the creator is generous, gifting each of them with a powerful weapon, fitting artifacts and making sure to put them in compatible teams, ensuring safety of each member while also making sure that they can breeze through their enemies
cyno is honored to be blessed, to be one of the chosen ones, chosen by their creator. even after he finds out they're not exactly chosen, even their creator doesn't have that much power, always cursing the deity called 'hoyoverse'. it makes his brain hurt, to think too much about this and so he doesn't
it's none of his business, heavenly and godly matters, and so he cares about the mortal ones. such as making sure that no one of his team gets hurt, fully knowing they're very skilled as well
to keep the heavy thoughts at bay, he cracks jokes, making the blessed children laugh with him and the adults shaking their head with a heavy sigh. cyno knows many people fear him, and some of the younger vision holders respected him, borderlining to fearing him, but the moment he opens his mouth, no matter how rare it is, their fear puffs into nothingness
it makes him smile, talking with the others, catching a break from his job as general mahamatra. there he could never be open like this, his subordinates too fearful of him
but that's fine, now that he's here, a chosen vision holder surrounded by fellow chosens all across teyvat
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ kamisato ayato.
he has been waiting to be chosen by you for a long time now. ever since his sister came home, an eternal glow to her whole person, new weapon and strength in her fragile hands
ayaka is one of the favorites, chosen to fight monsters all across teyvat, whisking her away from her usual duties
she's proud of it, to be chosen and blessend by their creator. his little sister wears the gifts with pride, the scrolls and artifacts, making her one of the strongest vision holders known to all nations
ayaka brings pride to the kamisato clan, as well political power. power he knows how to use, slowly spreading his influence, while the civil war continues to wage on
it's then, when fragile peace is now part of inazuma, it's then when he gets chosen as well. chosen to be wished. because everyone knows, their creator is not of this world and to achieve contact with her blessed ones, they must wish
the highest honor, after being throughly blessed by the creator, and ayato is now one of the few selected blessed mortals as well
his sister never told him how deep this connection goes, the creator's thoughts suddenly his own. he can hear them mumbling about something called 'pity', cursing and screaming at 'hoyoverse', while they grumble as he slowly gets stronger
he can feel it, the sudden surge of power, yet he has been nothing gifted yet. constellations, is what ayaka called it. connecting his soul, his whole being to a constellation and making him stronger with each star lighting up
and then, he suddenly has a weapon in his hand. tipped in blue, gold and white, the weapon starts to glow and ayato can feel the power. the weapon glows, the sword changing and becoming something legendary
his sister carries a sword called mistsplitter, purple blade glowing and he now too carries one. haran geppaku futsu, is what the creator calls it. a sleek sword, perfectly balanced and dipped in intense colors
deep in thought, he doesn't notice how his creator starts to bless him, strenght surging through his body. until he does, and ayato is left gasping, the sudden growth of power making his head spin
"there you go, looking really good, my beautiful man!" ayato just blushes, not believing his creator just said those words out loud
but he can't dwell on that, whisked away to liyue, hunting down monsters, while his sister fights right by his side. kaedehara kazuha is present as well, welcoming him with a soft smile and a dip of his head. there is also zhongli, as he introduces himself, a geo vision holder of liyue, one of the first blessed in whole teyvat
the next few days are spent with his creator ushering him and other vision holders all across teyvat, fighting in domains, doing commissions and opening chests
he's still in disbelief, when he was suddenly in the abyss, together with the shrine priestress kokomi, kazuha and his sister. he fights ordinary treasure hoarders, hilichurls and monsters of tales- monsters he would've never dare to fight
yet he does, the thoughts of his creator always heard, the screams of rage when they're unable to collect all stars in time, tired mumblings when they've been sitting in front of their 'pc', whatever this thing was, since hours now, making their thoughts sluggish and slow
he's honored, to be chosen and blessed, three crows and six constellations in his possession, a legendary sword in his hands, fighting for his creator
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inlovewithwaffles · 1 year
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I keep having the same fantasy of Creator just somehow finding a way to blast their Spotify playlist inside their castle.
Like, they either just used their ✨magical✨ powers to play music, or just made a speaker themself (because if robots that can shoot laserbeams and spin like a beyblade exist, why not a music player?)
Just THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES
Just playing some Bossa Nova With Kaeya, Some rock with Xinyan, Opera with Yun Jin, Sway-Micheal Buble with Diluc, whatever edgy songs you have in your playlist dedicated for Xiao (I see you simps 🤨🫵)
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY WITH SCARAMOUCHE—
Imagine he walks in for whatever reason and when you see him you’re like:
“how do I catastrophically change this guys views of everything in his life, but in a funny way?”
Even worse if you sing along
Reader: “I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTE-O OF A MAN”
scara:
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(anyways this whole brainrot was a ploy to make you listen to my new favorite songs
Fragile- laufey
Falling behind - laufey
Valentine - laufey
Let you break my heart again
+ every song made by laufey ever)
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