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I need so desperately for more people to play into the fact that Venti isn’t and never has been human.

Give me a Venti when even just walking it seems like gravity is more of a general suggestion.

Give me a Venti who forgets sometimes how fragile humans can be until someone’s injured infront of him.

Venti who forgets to blink or breathe around people. Because it’s not necessary for him.

Venti who sits on a roof during a windstorm because it couldn’t, and wouldn’t, hurt him, he is the wind and the wind is him. Much to onlookers horror.

Animals of all kind let him approach. They do not fear him like they fear humans. For they can sense what he truly is, and a wind spirit is as much of a part of nature as they are.

He stoops midway though telling a joke because he realized it’s a joke that doesn’t translate well to anyone outside of spirits.

Venti who’s voice carries just a bit louder on the wind than it should be able to. And who’s laugh seems to echo with wind chimes.

Crystalflys flock to him on his strolls near Windrise or the Dawn Winery.

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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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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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love the sagau nonsense idea where nature protects the reader. but omg what if

acolytes lose sight of the reader, and basically give up on the search. but not long after they give up, there’s rumours of a mysterious house that appears in the early mornings of teyvat.

it’s actually the reader’s cozy house, and teyvat hides it away during the rest of the day to protect the reader.

just thinking of the possibilities lol

A/N: I absolutely love this idea! I hope I did your idea justice.

Rumors begin spreading throughout the towns near where you had settled down. It's a wonder that no one has ever knocked on your door. You know several people have seen your house, not many, but still enough. It's only visible at midnight and just before dawn as that's typically when you leave.

Of course, you don't leave very often. You wouldn't want to restart the flame that landed you where you are now. Who knows if you'd survive a second time. You only ever leave when necessary or when an archon is visiting the area a little bit too much.

You spend most of your days peaking out your windows and just people watching in general. It's a little confusing how your house works. It's almost nonexistent at times, yet not at others.

The rumors should worry you more than they do, but you don't think anything will come of it. Idle rumors have little to no chance to reach the fake, nor any of the most devoted acolytes. And why would they even believe such rumors? You haven't been seen in months. According to them, you're dead, and you have been for weeks.

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“Celestia… I’m not sure even I could fly that far. In any case, the water there tastes foul, and the fruit is bland. You know what that means? No cider! In that case, I wouldn’t go even if I was invited.”

Venti… Didn’t you fight in the archon war, a war amongst the gods for seats in Celestia, and become one of the seven to win? In fact, weren’t you the first to claim a seat in Celestia, becoming the first of the seven?

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SAGAU Nonsense!

In impostor au it's dangerous to run, to try to fight back, even to attempt to prove you are the real god(if you even are), so! I propose a better idea.

In most fics animals, nature, the world itself is nice to the reader, and helps her a little. So what if the reader could just go to one of the many uninhabited areas of teyvat and just live there!

How would they even be found, even if someone could find them, all the local enemies could just protect the reader. At some point they'd just have to give up, or just assume the reader died.

Worst case scenario you'd just have to move every now and then. So don't get to comfy.

Just Imagine reading a whole impostor au fic just for it to end with the reader becoming a farmer with a cute little house in the middle of nowhere.

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You know how in sagau we have all basically unanimously agreed that we would give our favorites presents like jewelries, accessories and other things?

This but the characters interpreted it as courting

Like imagine the chaos of it! The adults takes it as that you want them as your consorts and of course Their Grace would have multiple consorts as is right so it wouldn't be a suprise that you give multiple people presents

That doesn't mean they won't get jealous and tear each other behind your back depending on their yandere level and temperament though

The children (+ those you don't really see romantically) don't really know what was going on and if they get presents they're just thankful and hoard it. Of course if they heard the courting rumors from the adults, they don't really think they're being considered as consorts...but if you're giving the adults presents because you want them as consorts then are you giving them presents because you want to adopt them???

So now you unknowingly have multiple consorts and multiple adopted children

Just because you gave them presents

Sagau cult au characters are delulu your honor

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SAGAU Nonsense!

This idea has been plaguing me for so long, and I finally thought of the last thing needed for it to make sense. This ramble takes place in a Sagau Creator!reader post-impostor au. Basically meaning this takes place after the reader regains their throne and are no longer hunted.

CW: Conspiracy, drugging, manipulation, famine, war, torture.

You, the reader, have finally won. You saw how many people the fake was hurting by forcing their followers to hunt you. And even though you had few(or no one at all) to support you, you marched into their palace and killed the fake with your bare hands.

It was exhausting, beating through guard after guard just to reach their room. But it was all worth it in your eyes. Your safety depended on your victory.

And you did it you won, but in doing so, you further pushed your already weak form. Running for days on end without rest or meal can really take a toll on one, and due to this, when you were finally done. You passed out. You received no time to celebrate your victory, just lights out. You didn't even get to leave the palace.

When the Archons arrived on the scene, they each almost had a heart attack. It was an utter massacre.

That was, until the near deafening silence was broken by your soft breathing. You were alive, although just barely alive, you were alive nonetheless. To this, the archons rejoiced. They had a chance for forgiveness, or at least that's what they hoped.

The fake(now barely recognizable due to their wounds) was lying in a pool of evidence, a blood-red sign of their false divinity. You, you had passed out not too far from the fake's corpse, causing the archons to momentarily believe you were both fake and both dead.

As the archons took care of your unconscious body, a great famine befell most of the seven nations. The only outlier being [Favorite Nation] of which's lands were rich and fertile. Much more than usual.

The archons made an agreement to share their resources during these tough times, but when [Favorite Nation]'s soil began to dry, the archon of said Nation withdrew their promise. The other six archons had no choice but to wage all out war on the nation. For what kind of archon would let their people starve.

Nature, no, teyvat itself, was against the six that started the war, pushing harsher and harsher conditions to their lands until they had no choice but to give up on war.

The day the treaty was signed was the day the conspiracy began. All the archons were kind to you during your coma, meaning the issue had to have been caused by either your subconscious or teyvat.

They figured out a way to calm your powers, aswell as your subconscious. They had no choice but to drug you. It's not like you could protest in your deep slumber. And it was their only choice.

No matter how wrong it was, it worked, and their nation's had already suffered enough. This took a heavy toll on them, each dose weighing them down further and further. It hurt them to hurt you(now that they knew you were their god), especially in this peaceful state.

What they thought was once their God's anger, now realized as their God's pain.

The higher the dosage rose, the more their lands returned to normal. A God can not command its lands if the God's voice can not be heard. The archons accepted this heavy toll, hoping, praying, that one day you'll wake up, and that you'll forgive them when you do.

You were still weak, but the better you got, the better their lands did. Monsters were less hostile, the elements more controllable, all felt right.

Finally, the day they've all been dreaming of has occurred. After so much time spent coughing up blood from the mental agony of drugging their God, you're awake. Although you don't seem too happy to see them at first, when they explained that the fake is dead and you are in no danger, you smile. And this smile makes it all feel worth it. All the heartache, the pain, the crushing feeling of betraying one's God for so long. It was all over.

Or atleast it did... until they began to stop drugging you. They said it was "Medicine" so you would recover quicker and you naively believed them, it hurt to so blatantly lie to you, so they stopped. It was no longer necessary. You seemed to have atleast mostly forgiven them, right?

It was all the drug, the "medicine." Without it, you no longer smiled. You flinched when they walked by and were somewhat insistent on revenge.

The grass begins to die in the regions further away from your presence. The wind was uncontrollable. Treacherous storms and rampant wildfire ran amuck. This was all their fault. The archons were foolish as to believe there would be no repercussions for their heinous actions. They hunted you, they drugged you, and they lied to you.

And this was the price they had to pay. It wasn't your fault. You didn't even seem to be aware of anything going on outside of the palace, rarely ever even wanting to leave your chembers.

They had failed their nations, but they had also failed their god.

A/N: Thanks for reading this far and sorry if it doesn't make much sense!

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SAGAU Nonsense!

This one is less of a ramble about an idea I had but more so about some brainrot I've been keeping locked up. Ehem...

This would be like a double fic, containing both impostor au and cult au!

So the Reader gets hit by a truck and wakes up in genshin, but it's an Impostor au situation. At some point they just give up and die, and they would be dead in both worlds if it weren't for the fact that even though they spent over a year in teyvat they had only been in a Coma for a week in their world. And like they assume the whole thing was just a weird coma dream, soon forgetting about the whole ordeal.

Then, a few months to a year later, it happens again. But this time, they die so they literally can't go back. Luckily it's not as bad, but they don't remember the last time they were in teyvat so they get so confused whenever the archons mention the 'incident' or when some of their favorite characters come to them begging for forgiveness, begging to be allowed to atone for their false worship and prayer.

Then, you throw in a horror element to it by having it so that the first time they were in teyvat they stole a journal to document what they're dealing with(wouldn't you want some form of documentation if you were dealing with that?), but the cult au Reader finds it and are just more concerned when they read it. (Even better if a few pages are torn out)

They slowly become more and more suspicious of the 'adoring worshippers' and the archons as they begin to piece together what happened, although it is difficult to without any of the memories.

It all makes sense yet at the same time it doesn't, why else would they beg you to forgive them, why else would they both not want you to and want you to remember, but also, if they left that in a place you could find it what else happened that they're hiding? No one will give you a straight answer, always finding a way to dance around the subject.

A/N: Thanks for reading this entire thing, and if you're a writer feel free to use this idea if you think it's any good. If you do, please tag me.

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SAGAU Nonsense!

Inspired by a post by @lost-in-my-world-of-dreams

In a good bit of sagau (especially impostor au) fics teyvat is alive and helps you through your journey as much as it can.

What if in order to help you better teyvat took a form that could guide you, and keep you safe.

Although it would be cool if it where to be human that would draw too much attention, instead I think teyvat would be a dog.

Why?

More normal companion

Known for being loyal

Can point/guide you to safety

Emotional support

Easy Distraction

Chomp

No one would assume that the dog just caused several natural disasters so the dog would be safer than if it were human. And there's also the plus of the dog just biting someone and unless they're so far gone they'd kill a dog that's protecting it's owner it will be safe.