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Can I request SAGAU hcs with Arlecchino with sick creator?

HIHI IM ALIVE I PROMISE—

Arlecchino W/ Sick (Dying) Creator 😔

Though she is cold by nature, and she may not seem to care as much, Arlecchino will 100% make sure you are well-fed and well-cared for under her watchful gaze.

She constantly asks the other children of the Hearth, who are ecstatic but worried to see you, to take care of you and make sure you don't do anything too reckless or bold.

"Your Grace, such imprudent actions will only result in your befall. I would advise you...take on a more rational approach." Translation: Please don't get out of bed until you're better or she might actually lose it. (Your welcome)

If you need a hug, and you somehow beg/pester Arlecchino enough to convince her to give you one, she is REALLY warm. Warm hugs = safety by default, right? So this is good? :D

Safe to say she will take care of you, so no need to fear! Get along with the children, and that might just boost her respect and her adoration for you!

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Furina, who while devoted to the creator, knows that they are not all powerful nor all knowing- after all, they still referred to her as Focalors, they still treat her as an archon and one of their acolytes.

Furina, who regularly questioned her faith and her loyalties- after all, she was attempting to fool the Heavenly Principles, the loyal attack dog of the creator, but at the same time, why didn’t the creator try and stop the prophecy? If the creator had the power, and truly loved all their humans and archons, why let Fontaine drown?

Furina, who when an impostor appeared, received the same order as every other archon- hunt down the imposter, the heretic who defied their revered creator, and destroy them and their treasonous behaviour.

Furina, who during the search, wondered if she would be hunted down with the same vigor if others would learn of her duplicity.

Furina, who found you in a grotto only able to be accessed underwater, who saw the way the creatures of the sea attempting to help you patch up the wound in your side, spilling golden blood, and realized her faith was misplaced with far more ease than any other archon could have mustered.

Furina, who helped her creator heal in that grotto, apologies soft and regretful on her lips. She should have realized sooner; After all, she knows how easy it is to impersonate a god.

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MASTERLIST

REINCARNATED CREATOR

DANCE OF FLOWERS

SLIGHTLY SADISTIC CREATOR PT2

WRATH

VICTORS AND FOOLS

FAVORITES PT2

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i missed sagau so much man

been so busy with life...

finally getting back into it alongside genshin is simply superb

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This just made me think about Sagau/Sahsrau I'm so sorry)

Creator Reader: Give your creator a hug!!!

Characters who have long lost faith in deities/is really neutral about deities/doesn't really care about deities: uh okay... *Puts an arm on your shoulder and slightly moves you closer, just slightly*

Reader: I spent hours, weeks, months, YEARS., building and understanding your lore and character, and this is how you treat me?

Character: uh.... *Scared*

Reader: EMBRACE YOUR CREATOR!

Character: *immediately hugs you*

Reader: yey :)

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Furina, who while devoted to the creator, knows that they are not all powerful nor all knowing- after all, they still referred to her as Focalors, they still treat her as an archon and one of their acolytes.

Furina, who regularly questioned her faith and her loyalties- after all, she was attempting to fool the Heavenly Principles, the loyal attack dog of the creator, but at the same time, why didn’t the creator try and stop the prophecy? If the creator had the power, and truly loved all their humans and archons, why let Fontaine drown?

Furina, who when an impostor appeared, received the same order as every other archon- hunt down the imposter, the heretic who defied their revered creator, and destroy them and their treasonous behaviour.

Furina, who during the search, wondered if she would be hunted down with the same vigor if others would learn of her duplicity.

Furina, who found you in a grotto only able to be accessed underwater, who saw the way the creatures of the sea attempting to help you patch up the wound in your side, spilling golden blood, and realized her faith was misplaced with far more ease than any other archon could have mustered.

Furina, who helped her creator heal in that grotto, apologies soft and regretful on her lips. She should have realized sooner; After all, she knows how easy it is to impersonate a god.

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arlecchino singlehandedly reviving me.... i am not immune to father....

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Oh, how about Arlecchino x Creator!Reader? Where Creator!Reader holds her hands and says that Arlecchino’s hands are beautiful and Reader doesn’t mind to hold them?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ HOLDING ARLECCHINOS HANDS

Arlecchino x Creator!Reader

Arlecchino - Very fun. But it's not enough (sry it's just my absolute fav, like how she said it---)

As soon as you hold her hands, Arlecchino starts trembling— her breath hitches, and her skin flushes a bright shade of red. She lowers his head, burying her face into your lap. You're holding her hands, she still can't believe it. And how gentle you are even...

She doesn't want to look you in the eye, or admit what she feels. However, she can't help but cling to you. She leans forward, until she's pressed against your chest. She wants to lose himself in you— to be consumed by you. You are her weakness, a weak spot that could be used against her any times. "Such pretty hands you have, so unique...like you" A smirk passes over Arlecchinos face, her lips curving upwards as a blush spreads across her cheeks. If the grace likes her hands, what is there to be insecure about. If the grace deems it perfect, it must be, right?

She hides his face deeper into your lap, her nose nuzzling into your thighs as he leans forward. Oh, how she adores being this close, being the only one who can do this. Others wouldn't even dare to imagine, but she can.

She doesn't want to admit how pleased she is— how flustered she is, by your words. She can't help but be touched by your words, by your gaze.

"I'm honored, your grace" she murmurs. Her voice is sweet and bashful, as if she's still a young child. Unusual to her usual deep, demanding voice.

You trail kisses up and down her hands, appreciating them as they should. As you trail kisses down Arlecchinos hands, she lowers himself even lower; if that was even possible.

Her breathing grows deeper and more ragged; she gulps down air, unable to believe what's happening. She feels as if he's in a dream, it feels unreal, this must be what people feel when they imagine themselves in this situation.

Her eyes water as tears leak out of her closed lids, rolling down her face.

"Thank you, your grace"

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I've seen your “calling them a good boy”work and I love it. If it's okay with you, can I request for a “calling them a good girl” with Arlecchino, Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, and Yelan? Thanks! ^^

word count. 1.2k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive behaviors, religious themes, sagau + cult au shit. g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. finally some love for my girls, i luv u nonnie

yelan

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"

Yelan gulps, feeling the sting of the sweat on her back. Your gaze is heavy, and you stare at her as though you already know every secret she has told and has yet to say.

She feels almost like she's dirtying you, with the way her stomach flutters at your words. You say it with such ease, as if your mere words aren't making her feel this way. Yelan is sure you must know of how you're affecting her, sure you must be able to hear how loud her blood pumps through her veins. Such a profound reaction, but who of your worshippers would blame her? To be praised by you is like nothing else.

You pull at her hair lightly, tugging her short strands. She begs for you under her breath, in a way that she's never done for anyone before. You tug harder, and she winces in pain— but Yelan has always enjoyed the way pain lights her nerves on fire, and she'll always enjoy whatever you give her.

You laugh at her pitiful expression, cheeks flushed and so unbecoming. She never would've allowed anyone to see her like this— she would have hit them for even imagining her in such a state. But she thinks it's rather telling that you're the only one whom she can bear to see her like this, weak and vulnerable. You've known her for far longer than she has ever known you.

Yelan could never bring herself to tell you, but she desires to know you as much as you know her. She has never wished for anything so strongly before, to the point of heartache. She hates herself for the little voice in the back of her head that asks for more, more than you've already given. It wishes to hoard you, to keep your touch and love to itself.

"Be mine, Yelan."

She wants to tell you she already is. She always has been. But you did not ask for her opinion, for her voice— so she nods, desperately, begging for you to take her.

yae miko

Yae purrs as your hands run along the base of her ears. Your movements are soft, methodical, and seem to know every which way to get her preening at your touch.

Even if you hadn't, the fact that it was you meant more than anything else. You could hurt her and she'd thank you. Unlike one of her temperance, perhaps, but you were her God. What subject would she be if she ran with her tail between her legs at your ire? She had learned her lesson once before. Yae would do anything to stay by your side.

"Does it feel good?" You ask, and her mind buzzes with the sound of your voice. Your voice is so beautiful, she thinks, and she wants nothing more than to tell you. But to speak before you ask would be the greatest offense— so Yae says nothing, and only dips her head towards your feet, hoping you find this answer satisfactory.

You scratch at her scalp, and she mews. Yae can't find it in herself to be embarrassed by her display. It's you, after all. Her God. To be embarrassed in front of the one who made her, the one who knows her more than herself, would be foolish. She would've laughed at the mere thought, but your eyes on her close her throat and tighten.

"My good girl," you coo. Yae shivers.

Her God. If only you weren't any one else's.

raiden shogun

Ei crawls towards you on all-fours.

If anyone else had asked her to do this, she would've raised her blade and killed them where they stood. But it was you, and how could she ever deny you of anything?

She feels almost pitiful in front of you. You were everything, ethereally ephemeral and eternally stationary, one of which she could not stand to be and the other which she failed to reach. Ei had tried so hard to replicate your image, and yet she could not even achieve a fraction of what you so easily are.

When she reaches the foot of your throne, you beckon her closer. Ei feels her heart threaten to burst from her chest, rising from her throat. She swallows thickly, disciplining herself inwardly for wanting more from you. Ei wants your touch, your warmth; she wants the sweat off your back and the blood within your veins. She wants you to want her, to love her even the tiniest bit as much as she loves you. But to demand anything from you is sacrilege. To think this way, to imagine herself as the one you chose above all others, is the highest sin.

"You're so beautiful." You whisper, moving her hair out of her face. She shudders as your skin comes into contact with hers, even if only for this brief moment. "Won't you be mine, Your Excellency?"

Ei's breath catches in her throat. Your laughter rings out, almost like a lulling lullaby.

You cup her face in your hands, a smile playing at your beautiful features. "Be my good girl, and stay with me for tonight. You can do that, right?"

She hides the red blush blossoming on her cheeks in your hands.

arlecchino

Arlecchino finds it very easy to swallow her pride in front of you.

It isn't so much swallowing as it is relocating. She is proud to have your eyes on her, proud to know you have called her instead of any other. Arlecchino would stop whatever she is doing, no matter how important or if even if the Tsarista had been the one to order her, if you called for her presence. It is the greatest sin to ignore you, and the greatest pleasure to stand high in front of your eyes.

Arlecchino bows her head, kneeling at your feet. She feels your eyes go up her entire being, and her heart swells. She had done her best to prepare herself for you, preening and picking herself clean. She washed herself of any blood, making sure none of the scent clung to her. She sprayed herself with your favorite fragrance. All of it, to make herself more appealable.

You hum contently, and tap your lap. She moves towards you with a hunger barely abided, with all the fervor and feverish worship any one worthy of your presence should commend. Arlecchino would happily betray anyone if she stood to gain something from it, but to betray you was unthinkable in her mind. If it was just you and her against everyone else... that sounds far more agreeable than having to burn with envy whenever you give another a modicum of attention.

Arlecchino lays her head delicately on your soft legs, only loosely hidden by your intricate robes. She holds herself back from taking more than what you've deigned to give her. The material rubs against her face, but if she closes her eyes and imagines hard enough, she can almost believe it as your own warmth.

"You're such a good girl, to come to me as soon as I call for you," you say. Arlecchino smiles and looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, which then close blissfully as you move your hands to her hair. "Don't go anywhere. Stay right here with me."

"I will always stay by you," she mumbles under her breath, your praise repeating in her mind like a broken record.

Your good girl. Only yours.

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hiyaa~♡!

can i rq sagau arlecchino hcs??

love her sm!!

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You got it, 🎀 Anon!

I'll be honest though, idk if I'll do Arlecchino justice so I'm a little scared LOL-

SAGAU!Arlecchino Headcanons!

This hottie "Father" of the House of the Hearth actually takes fascinating interest in the Almighty Creator even before they descend, but it was mainly out of pure interest and intent of saving Fontaine first, not the person.

Girlie's got priorities, and they almost changed when she met the Traveler in person. Hearing things about the presence of Almighty God was one thing, feeling that presence was another.

After you save Fontaine and all that, Arlecchino makes it now her mission to figure out what to do with the Reader—and how to bring them to Teyvat. Surely, with you and the Tsaritsa, they can prevent all forms of calamity from ever striking Fontaine, and the entire whole of Teyvat, no?

How you guys meet is how you decide, but safe to say, she treats you dearly. Just don't go near around Childe, and get along with her children, and you'll both go on your merry way :)

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Dance

pairing: sagau!Arlecchino x Reader

summary: The performance is over, the hall is empty and only the two of you are dancing on the stage.

warnings/tags: gn!Reader, religious + cult themes, possessive & obsessive thoughts, yandere.

word count: 1k.~

note: This lovely lady knocked down my entire fic-writing schedule and shamelessly got into the queue, but I forgive her. After all, she is my wife.

The performance ended and the sound of loud applause still hung in the air. The audience had already left, the actors had gone to their dressing rooms, and the hall was completely empty, except for the two of you.

Arlecchino followed you as a shadow as you descended from your loggia and ascended to the stage. You looked around the hall with interest and turned your gaze to her. She managed to keep her outer composure under your scanning gaze, but inside her, anxiety began to slowly rise. Is there something wrong with her looks? Before she had time to get completely flustered, you walked up to her and smiled as you held out your hand to her.

"Dance?"

Her heart skips a beat and she peers into your face in amazement, her mouth slightly parted and she tries to say at least something, but the words freeze on her lips. You looked at her so tenderly, waiting for her answer, Arlecchino swallowed hard, your kindness was often sung in songs, but the encounter with this, amazed, shocked, stole all the air from her lungs.

You did her such an honor with your invitation, here on the stage you stood patiently waiting for her answer, as if you thought that she could refuse you. She would never do that, Arlecchino never refused the gifts of fate.

You were too kind a god, graciously distributing your grace to everyone, even those who did not really deserve it. Arlecchino clenched her hand into a fist, digging her nails into her palm, these disgusting miserable creatures, none of them had the right to bask in the rays of your strength, enjoy your attention. To tear them apart, mutilate them so that the thought of meeting with you would not dare to come to mind.

She shook her head to drive away bad thoughts and finally carefully put her hand in yours, as if afraid that it would melts like dew in the morning.

When you pull her to you, goosebumps go down the back of Arlecchino, you were so close and it clouded her mind better than any wine or fire water from Snezhnay.

You were the Creator of Teyvat, the God she prayed to as a little girl, standing in the cold with numb fingers that she didn't feel at all then. A weak child who spent hours in front of your statue on the street in the small village where she lived. Then it seemed to her that a wild cold settled right in her bones, but Arlecchino did not stop, whispering the words of prayer with her blue, cracked lips.

Your hand on her lower back, burning heat penetrated through the layers of clothing and seemed to reach the heart in a warm wave. Arlecchino put her hand on your shoulder and licked her dry lips. As you gently intertwined your fingers, she bit her bottom lip with force almost to the point of blood.

As a child, she could not even dream of the opportunity to see you live, to stand so close that she could feel your breath on her face. She tries to snuggle even closer to you and draws in the air next to your skin, enjoying your natural scent. Bliss.

You start dancing and Arlecchino obediently moves with you in the same rhythm, adjusting to your pace. Another step, turn, the hem of her tailcoat develops behind her, following the movements. The sound of Arlecchino's heels echoes through the empty hall. Her body was filled with a weightlessness that she had not felt before, as if she had wings growing behind her back. Next to you it has always been like this, life is usually gray and tasteless filled with colors.

She keeps her eyes on you, absorbing every change of emotion on your face. Greedily, inextricably as your faithful follower shouldn't have done, but she just couldn't stop. Closer, get even closer to you, until she becomes the one you trust the most, get rid of all the annoying insects spinning around you. So that your warmth, your tenderness, belong only to her.

Music begins to play softly, gradually becoming louder, sounding from all sides.

"I think it will be better with music."

A playful smile appears on your face and Arlecchino wants to kiss it. Right now, press her lips to yours, steal your breath and never breathe out again, keeping a part of you in yourself.

Seconds pass adding up into minutes, the time of your closeness that Arlecchino burns into her memory, stores like gems in a cache. The awkward movement leading up to a brief contact of yours thighs sends shivers up her back and leaves her legs weak.

Your shadows under the harsh spotlight look inseparable, merged so strongly and completely that they are unable to part.

The last chords that put a bitter taste in Arlecchino's mouth and mark the end of her happiness. The footsteps slow down and you freeze under the ensuing deafening silence. Arlecchino's back arched, supported only by your hand, your faces so close to each other that she could count your eyelashes. The smallest distance between your lips beckoned to reduce it, to succumb to passion, to let go of control.

You close your eyes and gently touch your lips to hers. Cautiously, as if Arlecchino were an expensive crystal that threatened to break from any careless movement, tremulously like the touch of a butterfly's wings. Arlecchino deepens the kiss, her hand moving to the back of your head. You were like spring water, your taste was sweet and refreshing, only making her want more. No matter how much she try, there will always be little, a thirst that could not be quenched.

Arlecchino wasn't about to let you go, not after she got so close. She will convince you that she is the best, that she is more worthy than any of your followers, be they archons or ordinary owners of vision. Anything for you, just be close to her, save all your smiles and tenderness only for her. All you are only for her.

Reblogs, comments, are always greatly appreciated! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

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Dehya + Arlecchino Forgotten!Creator AU

A proper response to @ninjacomix sorry for the wait!

Dehya

You woke up in the deserts of Sumeru when you first arrived in Teyvat, so it’s no surprise that the first people you met were Eremites 

Unlike the Traveler, you are not immediately attacked- half because of your divinity subtly making them more docile, and half because you’re covered in sand and dressed in foreign clothes and practically melting under the sun- and yeah, you look too pathetic to rob

They end up taking you back to Aaru Village, and that’s where you end up meeting Dehya.

Well, technically you meet Dehya the day after you arrive, when you rush outside during a sandstorm and spot her fighting monsters

It’s a bit surreal, watching an actual fight like this, and you’re frozen in awe

At least until you notice the Rifthound sneaking up on her

You’re panicking as you lunge forward, feeling something begin to expand inside you, and-

Everything is still

Both the storm and the Rifthounds are frozen in place, and Dehya is looking at you, extremely confused

“What is this?!?” “HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?!” “YOU’RE THE ONE DOING IT!!!!”

Dehya dispatches the Rifthounds quickly, and the sandstorm resumes

And the next day, the both of you set out towards the Akademiya, wanting to figure out what your deal is

(You don’t realize that now the gods are remembering the creator, the Akademiya is Scrambling to find any and all information on you and why they forgot you)

During the journey the both of you grow close, and a few weeks in, the both of you wrapped in a blanket to protect from the chill of a desert night, you turn to her.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

And after choking on her water, she agrees to it

Congratulations! You have a wife!

The Creator, showing up hand in hand with an Eremite is not what an Akademiya scholar expected to see at four in the morning on a random day, but that is what he saw- and he thinks the subsequent panic is very understandable

Before you know it, you and your new wife are sitting in the acting grand sages office as Nahida uses some kind of Archon communication to page the other Archons

It takes about an hour for them to burst through the door

(In that time you’ve taught Alhaitham and Dehya how to play Rock Paper Scissors, Go Fish, Uno, and you’re in the middle of teaching them slapjack. Alhaithams hands are suspiciously red and Dehya is smirking)

They’re instantly fretting over you, apologizing for forgetting you and generally praising you, completely overwhelming until Dehya pulls you away

“Hey! Who are you supposed to be!” It’s Venti, disappointed that his god has been taken from him

“That’s my wife!” You state proudly.

And then everything clicks

“Wait, I’m a god?” 

The room explodes in noise, but Dehya’s hand never leaves yours

Arlecchino

When it comes to Arlecchino, instead of taking you to Aaru Village, you ask them to take you to the border of Fontaine

You’ve only made it to the end of Sumeru in the Archon Quests- maybe if you head to Fontaine now, you’ll get to see the Archon Quest in person!

It’s only once you’ve taken the Aquabus to the Court of Fontaine that you realize you do not have a single mora on your person. 

It’s after a day of exploring that you end up near the sea, and after being startled by a giant crab appearing from nowhere (It was Very Scary I promise) you end up tumbling into the water, you’re trapped under, and-

Wait… you can still breathe!

You light up with excitement, diving deeper, and that begins your life as a diver.

You end up becoming a collector, selling cool shells and oddities to anyone in the Court who’s willing to buy them (You’ve built up a pretty good rapport with the supply manager of Chiori’s Boutique)

It’s also underwater that you discover you’re the creator- finding an old abandoned temple with murals of a god that look just like you, helping you make sense of the power beneath your skin

But hey, if no one else was gonna bring it up, you wouldn’t either

And it’s underwater that you end up meeting your first Fatui member: Freminet

He was surprised when he first saw you swimming around- but now he’s grown pretty accustomed to you, and sometimes you guys even interact

Admittedly, sound doesn’t travel well underwater, so most of your communication is via charades, but the two of you end up growing close

Freminet shows you cool diving spots, you collect valuables from the ocean floor together, swim together in blissful silence, and play with all the friendly ocean animals you seem to attract

It only takes about a month for Freminet to begin mentally referring to you as mother (This boy is starved of a parental figure)

And after that it only takes a week before he slips up

He’s waiting in Father’s office, looking around as he waits for him to arrive

It’s pretty sparsely decorated- but there are a few ornaments still left around.

“Mother would like this…” Freminet muses, looking at a small model boat, delicate and intricately carved.

A flash of heat at his back. “… What did you just say?”

After a very long and frantic explanation, and a slightly shorter lecture on stranger danger, Arlecchino demands to meet you.

You first meet the harbinger after a day diving with Freminet, and he shoots you an apologetic look as you both surface to find a harbinger on the shore

And then you make eye contact

Your thoughts: That is a harbinger. From the Fatui. Huh. I’m going to pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino’s thoughts: That is the Creator that The Tsaritsa told me to look out for. They have the exact same appearance. I will pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino asks you to tea to get to know you better, and it devolves from there.

At your tea party, she introduces herself as a completely normal orphanage matron, and you’re polite enough to not point out that her brooch is a tiny Fatui emblem

You introduce yourself as a normal diver and she ignores the fact that your spoon has been stirring sugar into your tea without you even touching it

Your relationship continues in a similar fashion, with the both of you pretending to be a completely normal couple

After a few months, when both of you are getting married, you both ignore the oddities of your guests

“Ah, darling, the Fatui are here.” “Oh yes, they sponsor my orphanage, how polite of them to come.”

“Angel, Morax is here.” “Huh. Isn’t he supposed to be dead?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m glad he could make it.” 

The both of you continue with intense purposeful ignorance

Venti: Your grace, do you really want to marry the harbinger? Is she threatening you?

You: What harbinger? I’m marrying a completely normal and totally average orphanage owner. So kind and generous she is.

Arlecchino, in the background, kicking Childe for trying to start a fight at her wedding, pausing to turn and wave: Hello.

Also Freminet is the flower girl

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I would not be able to be seen as a god cause the moment any pretty lady talks or flirts with me. I deadass would say something stupid like- “Can I have one pleaseburger cheese?”

(The bloodline ends with me 😭)

no rizz fr😭😭

that gives me an idea like a rizzless god in sagau who gets really flustered when someone attractive talks to them. sorry if shes a bit ooc here lmaooo

imagine visiting fontaine the same time Arlecchino is there, Creator! Reader would do their best to avoid Arlecchino because they'd just be a blubberring mess as soon as she breathes near them or something.

Creator! Reader who gets invited to a meeting with Neuvillette only to find Arlecchino there too. You're all nervous and you could feel a bead of sweat run down your forehead because... It's FATHER were talking about here!! Before you were isekai'd into this world, you loved Arlecchino to a point you have her C6 and her weapon!

Neuvillette soon excused himself as there seemed to be an emergency in court, now it was just you and Arlecchino in the room. Her stare was frightening, you couldn't even look her in the eye...

"I heard a lot about you, your Grace, through my children... They told me they were your guide when you first visited Fontaine." She spoke up, "Uhh... Yeah... They were really nice and welcoming." you replied. Silence again... You didn't really know what to fucking say because what the hell would you even say to her??

'Oh hey uhh Arlecchino, I love you, I read your fanfics and lore and stuff uhh... I have your poster on my wall so uhh... Please don't be weirded out...'

Oh no way in hell were you saying that...

You cleared your throat to try to make small talk, "Umm... nice weather were hav-" you were cut off by a sudden thunder... looks like whatever Neuvillette was handling he seemed to be pretty upset by it. You just decided to shut your mouth. "Hmm... Well looks like it's time for me to leave." she spoke out as she sat up from her seat.

You glanced up at her, "If you're interested, I would like to have dinner with you tomorrow, Your Grace." she added. "Oh... As a business meeting? I don't think I have anything to discuss with you in terms of business." you replied. "No, as a date." she replied.

"Oh... as a date... okay." wait... a... a...?!?!?! You're eyes widened, you could see her lips curl a little as she soon left.

Wow you truly are rizzless... to a point they'd have to just do the first moves themselves...

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you would not believe the backlog of posts i have

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me (creator) 🤝 sayu 🤝 layla

being the the most sleepy bitches in the room

[obsessedwithsagau]

PEOPLE OF SAGAU FANDOM

and people not of sagau but still do things that require masterlists or masterposts

and people who are just consumers

anyone basically hjkgfjkdfg this post is intended for my fellow sagau fans but honestly i don't mind people from other fandoms interacting

we are all people of tumblr after all

[obsessedwithsagau]

hu tao post

sagau hu tao except hu tao isn’t fanatical (i think i used that word right?) because, yeah that’s 100% not her vibe

sagau hu tao that follows you around but doesn’t hurt you or draw attention to you because you might die cuz ruining the chase ruins the fun and funny moments :(

sagau hu tao that helps you hide and takes care of you because dying too fast would ALSO ruin the fun and funny moments!

or even sagau hu tao that immediately knows you’re the true creator because, like, it’s obvs, but also because she probably knows a lot about the Creator albeit not being fanatical because you end up having to know a lot about that stuff when you take care of funerals and the like ya know?

i just love hu tao man