#sagau regrator

[m1d-45]

ink, ink, ink

summary: overworking yourself all on your lonesome? not on the northland bank’s watch.

word count: ~1.3k

-> warnings: the name and title of a harbinger not shown in game. yeah.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept

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you slumped over your desk, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. a headache pounded behind them, the words on the documents before you losing all meaning.

it was late. later than you’d normally be up. later than what’s healthy. but the stack of unfinished files was barely as high as your nail was long, and you knew you could finish it. you just had to finish it tonight, and then you could have the next week entirely stress free. no more paperwork, no more forms… nothing.

you honestly didn’t expect being the creator to be this stressful, though you probably should have. you weren’t bothered about day to day activities, but with your permanent residence under construction, your opinion was required for everything. fabric samples for the sheets—inazuman silk or liyuen?—and tiles for the floor, or would you prefer to have rugs or carpet? the flowers in the front, gold or jade for the inlays, what style of plates or mugs? tea or coffee or both? would you like a garden in the back to rest in? please provide measurements for your clothes, as well as which nation’s style you preferred. please and thank you and we’re honored for the opportunity to serve.

you knew they meant well. you were never talked over or dissuaded, and the envoys from the nations you visited were always impartial in their descriptions. they knew you loved teyvat as a whole, and even if you had a preference for where to stay, you wouldn’t abandon the rest of the world for that one place. so they advised you about weather and the local wildlife, politely waiting when you stopped to let a crystalfly land in your hand. the people of teyvat were kind, accepting your answer with a smile and a bow, only wanting the best for you.

you suspect they knew your answer from the beginning, but nobody brought it up. it was nice to see the nations, and you never regret your final choice. especially not now, when the thought of your lover being so close to you gave you the strength to pick up your pen.

just a bit more, then you can go rest. lie down and be welcomed with warm arms, for he’s certainly long retired by now.

did you want a wardrobe, closet, or both?

would you like curtains around your bed?

how many pillows? what kind of blankets?

a tub combined with your shower, or separate?

blinds or curtains for-

knock, knock, knock.

you blink. you look up. by the time you’ve set down your pen and it’s registered to your tired mind that there’s someone at your door, the person in the other side calls your name in a soft voice.

a voice that you instantly recognize, automatically inviting in. a voice carried in the chest of a harbinger, but one that looks at you with adoration all the same.

pantalone closes the door behind him softly, barely the slightest click heard as he locks it. “when you asked to work in my bank, i had assumed you would be doing so responsibly,” he says, voice quiet. his eyes are low, shadows sharp from the candles lit on your desk, but you know he’s checking the clock the same way he knows you have a headache, silently reaching to pinch out the flame of one of the candles.

your headache eases a bit, and he wipes the ashes from his gloves on a handkerchief.

“is work-“ you wave at your desk, at the cluttered sprawl of invitations and letters across it “-not responsible?”

“at this hour?” his head tilts the slightest amount, and your already fragile will to keep working crumbles. “the only responsible thing to do this late is rest.”

you don’t fuss when he comes around to your side of the desk, sweeping your papers into neat stacks. you just lean against his side, watching as he quickly tidies everything, down to throwing away the napkin you kept on hand for ink spills.

you weren’t used to their fountain pens when you first got here, needing assistance to simply check boxes for a to-do list without the ink bleeding everywhere. your regrator was by your side even then, kindly walking you through the proper form and pressure. he’d been the one to teach you the code used within the fatui as well, and had gifted you the very pen that laid at your desk for your birthday.

the room dimmed again, smoke rising from his fingertips as he pinched out another flame.

“come now.” his hand pats at your shoulder gently, and you sigh as you straighten. he pulls you to your feet easily, bringing you a step closer than strictly necessary. with a neat flourish, he takes his jacket from his shoulders, wrapping it around yours instead. you don’t protest as he helps you put it on, nor as he removes his gloves, flexing your hands to absorb as much of the warmth from the leather as you can.

“won’t you get cold?”

he smiles, his hand warm as he raises it to your cheek. “i was born in snezhnaya,” he says simply, “you were not.”

he puts his hand around you and extinguishes the last candle, this time directly with his handkerchief instead of his hand. he walks you out of your—his, really—office, locking it behind him with a key he tucks away just as fast as he brought it out.

once you arrive at your shared—his, again—quarters, he sits you on the bed, letting his hand linger for a moment to ensure you stay there. you wait as he moves around the house, bringing you water and food, making sure you have at least a bit of each before handing you a painkiller.

when you try to take off the gloves, he stops you with a hand over yours. there’s a thin papercut over the side of his thumb. “not yet. your office was cold, and you’ll need the dexterity.”

“won’t they get dirty?”

“then i’ll have them cleaned, or simply commission another pair.” onyx tumbles over his shoulder as he takes out the tie from his hair, running his fingers through the dark waves to check for knots. “you are my priority. not them.”

once you’re finished with your food and are adequately sleepy from the warmth of his coat, he coaxes you to stand once more. this time your proximity is not of simple selfishness, but because your head keeps drooping and he’s afraid you’ll nod off where you stand.

he removes his coat and gloves as reverently as he put them on you, tossing them to a chair to stay close to you. he lets you remove your socks and shoes then tucks you in with a kiss, glancing back at you the entire time he removes his own. it’s endearing to see you try to stay awake to wait for him, his chest warming at the clear sight of your affection.

eventually he does join you in bed, reaching out to pull the blanket over your shoulder on instinct. your hand fumbles for his, squeezing once. “thank you.”

your heart is in your ears as you watch him lift your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. he pulls away with a smile, brushing his thumb over your fingers. “anytime, my lord. now please, get some rest.”

his glasses are left on his nightstand and your responsibilities were checked at the door, your eyes long closed by the time he settles you against his chest.

[crystalitecloudie]

genshin sagau where creator reader meets pantalone for the first time and their first words are "refrigerator?"

that is all.

[little-nugget-writes-stufff]

Alr, finaly, its here, alright? PART TWOOOOOO

The ninth harbinger steps into dottore's lab, seeing its completely empty..? Not even his clones are around... This is WAAAAY too out of character for the doctor, so he started to think an experiment may have gone wrong, so he puts on some protection, just in case (or just to protect his fancy clothes and porcelain skin~)

He doesnt end up finding the doctor, most doors are locked too. He finds a small device that took his interest. A small mirror, with some... Colourful stuff and buttons around it. Now pantalone is smart, but at this point, he was a... Uh... Little pissed? Surely this wasnt what the doctor had spent so much money on?! subconsciously, he pressed on one of the buttons, giving him a small vision, of the creator, sitting at a desk doing... Homework?! What was this kind of... Of... Foul trick?! What was the doctor sheming this time?!

He drops the mirror. He was shocked, disgusted and angry all at once. Should he report this?! This certainly wasnt normal! And... Why did the creator look different..? Younger...

He went back to his chamber feeling conflicted about the entire situation... it didnt look that much like the creator... but their presence was obviously divine... and what was the doctors role in all this?!

meanwhile the doctor and his clones are still working peacefully on the room, oblivious to the fact the refridgerator (pantalone) now had a chance of figuring out what he was doing.

(When the next banquet happened pantalone was observing the doctor very closely)

[mellowwillowy]

A Mouthful of Boobs

GN! Reader (who has no shame of playing Childe bcs that's me) x (Subby, Pervert) Childe (a bit of yan tendencies if you squint)

Just a drabble so it's REALLY messy

"Huaaa, just once, just one chance, please rail meeee Childeeee"

You cried as you replayed that one scene where Childe showed up in Fontaine's trailer. Hell, you didn't even watch the front and just skipped to his scene alas you didn't know what the other characters' names were.

Your PC stayed on with Childe standing, idling in front of you while you kept on kicking the air, biting your pillow.

What you didn't know is that, ekhem, SAGAU.

Childe internally screamed inside while still doing his game idles, honestly, he gotta thank Hoyoverse for only letting his dick boink during his weapon trance. But the way you kept on begging to be railed by him, especially with his delusion? No, you even went as far as spouting, "Please rail me in your foul legacy form just once!!". Gosh, were you not aware of how it won't painfully fit you? Buttttt.... who is he to not grant you that one wish and stuff you full?

"Oh Childe, my orange cat, if only you are real and breathing." You coo at your PC screen while poking it. Well, firstly on his face, then his chest, then his... whole pack down there (dick).

Childe screamed internally again, he even stuttered a bit in his idle but you didn't notice it.

"Please please please, let me kill some slime, or better yet, respawn me with an egg." He thought to himself.

...

Respawn, and spawn. What a pair.

Hmm...

..

.

(I really am not in the mood to go to great lengths for this)

You opened your eyes and saw the white ceiling above you. Looking to your left, you checked the time. Afterward, you tried to reach your phone which you failed at so you tried to get up.

No luck, you couldn't budge, what the fuc-.

Oh what in the actual fuck.

Your right arm, yes, was tucked into someone's hold. Someone ginger, someone larger than your frame, someone you recognized.

Tartaglia. Childe. Ajax.

In the flesh.

"Motherfu-"

The ginger only grinned at your reaction as he let go of your arm.

"Yaaah~ I'm Tartaglia, in the flesh!" He said as he brought your hand into his manboobs (chest). Unwilling to miss this only one chance that's probably only happening because you were still dreaming (nah, you deluded yourself, aware of how dead your right arm was), you grabbed his tits and played with it, willingly.

"Gosh, it really is Childe's tits, in the flesh!" You drooled internally as you pinched his nipples which earned a whimper from the orange cat. Childe's face was soon filled in red, his breath getting raggier.

"Haa- Khuhkh! So eager, ahh, so, eager~"

"Of course I am! Better yet, let me milk it out!" You took a mouthful of his breast, (I have no shame aaa) your tongue swirling around it while your teeth bit it later on. You could clearly see your bite mark on it, and it felt good looking at it.

Your fingers went to give them a tease, flicking them up and down before pinching them. Childe's moan pitched from you playing with his nipples, his hands awkward, unsure of where to be placed. On your body? No good, he didn't deserve that (Said the one who watched you sleep with your right arm in his hold).

"So good for me~~, Gosh, I think I'm gonna save up for your cons instead of waiting for Pantalone (WHEN? WHO KNOWS 4444). Childe's head perked up at your words. Really? You're going to give up on Pantalone for his constellations instead? Oh Archon, no, Oh You (God), he could have sworn his dick twitched for a moment (why). God, it felt great hearing that after shooting death threats toward that refrigerator (Regrator) from the release of the harbingers trailer until now.

"AH-!"

Childe gasped, looking down, he saw your hand grabbing his... manhood... (dick). Ah....

well, that's a story for another time, (peace out innocently) they had a good time, that's for sure.

[mochaintherain]

Pleonexia

Summary: Cemented as a false God, the title of "The Creator" warranted a certain Fatui Harbinger to impose his greed upon you.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: SAGAU, implied violence, implied cultish themes, the fatui comes as it's own warning, slight jealousy?

A/N: formatted on mobile </3 A little drabble I had lying around (*´▽｀*) I really like SAGAU but only a specific flavor of it RAUGHH I also have so,,, many ideas for other fics. Yippee for summer!!! (delusional)

Zapolyarny Palace was destitute of warmth.

The room the Tsaritsa had generously provided on account of your descending far outgrew your meager body; the walls stretched too far, any insulation it may have mustered in the heart of a blizzard out your reach, and the chandeliers hung from the ceiling too high to provide any ample light, encompassing you in darkness. The only reprieve within your residence laid a stately hearth. The fire roared, breaking the monotonous cold hues of the bedroom. Its heat blanketed your face in a sweet caress. Soft whispers of crackled wood lulled you to slumber.

Temptation gnawed at your being. You wanted to rest.

But something you quickly learned about the palace was its capacity for people.

For Fatui.

And they wanted anything but your comfort.

The Regrator hummed, cold fingers trailing the bare of your neck, reveling in your shudders as he clicked the gold necklace onto your figure. Illustrious gemstones and the smoothest links of gold culminated to create art - now adorned by you. It could have been beautiful, had it not been tainted by avarice. Had it not been tainted by his prayer.

"Your Grace, do you like it?"

That moniker stirred ill within the depths of your stomach. When would be the day they realized they deluded themselves into a lie? When would be the day they killed you for being something you never claimed you were?

As intriguing as the Fatui were on one side of the screen, they were sinister zealots on the other. They despised the Gods so much their hatred festered piousness--and they paraded you like a doll around the estate, an object to collect worship and donate it to rising influence. You were another gnosis, another piece to their revolution.

The match to inevitably burn away the Old World.

"Your Grace," the Regrator repeated, the edge on each syllable chiding, "is this not up to your tastes? ...Not refined enough?"

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze. No semblance of warmth pierced his icy veil. For all the devoutness the Harbingers touted, their theatrics fell short. Ugly, false fidelity bled through their altruistic ministrations.

How you wished to curl up next to the fireplace instead of having to cling onto your robes.

"No...no, it's, ah, beautiful. Thank you," you mumbled, forcing a smile onto your face.

"Of course. Someone of your status—" he grit that phrase out from his throat, you swore it—"deserves only to be lavished in the finest treasures Teyvat has to offer! Wouldn't you agree?"

When they killed you, would he scatter his riches upon your corpse? Or maybe Pantalone would bury you with all the accessories he gifted you--

Perhaps they’d continue the facade, setting your still heart upon the altar dedicated to the Creator. The name you unwittingly stole from its rightful place.

He took your long, drawn, silence as acquiscence. "It's quite alright if you're shy. I fully understand, as your acolyte, but really, you must be more open about you and your capabilities--humbleness goes hand in hand with honesty, after all! Surely that's nothing to hide, hm?"

His hands found their way to your own, and he traced the shape of a diamond on your palm.

"What did you call them again? What was it...oh, primogems?" From your visage, the corners of his lips curled. "Your Grace, won't you show me your divinity? For all my offerings, a glimpse wouldn't hurt."

It's only fair.

"I'm...truly grateful for everything the Fatui, and especially you, have provided," you started slowly, eyes falling to his rings, unable to harbor the weight of his scrutiny any longer, "but...I'm sorry. I can't just use them whenever I wish—" the words died on your tongue as his grip tightened, leaving behind desiccated sputters.

"And why is that?"

"I'm—I'm sorry—"

"Am I not worthy?" Pantalone laughed a little, devoid of joy, "have I not given you enough, Your Grace? What more can I give? I've already built myself up from nothing, despite the Gods' negligence—must I give that up too, to bask in Your warmth?"

You winced, trying to pull away. Yet he held firm, as if it wasn't wrists he was holding, but the bags of mora he hoarded.

"That's not—"

"I really am not asking for much, Your Grace. You've shown the Balladeer—even the Doctor—your powers. So why not me? Dottore and I are close partners, and if you trust him, I can assure you, you can have complete and utter faith in me, just as I do you."

"I...Okay. But only one summon," you conceded, the crystalline shards manifesting into your hands.

As if he hadn't been intimidating you moments prior, Pantalone stared in awe, clasping his hands together and humming.

"Oh! You're too kind, Your Grace!"

"Please, just call me by my name," you whispered, before cupping the primos together into an Intertwined Fate.

"How beautiful," he gasped, "may I?"

Reluctantly, you handed it to him. The size of his figure dwarfed the small orb, brimming with power. A pink and blue glow breathed life into his otherwise dull fur coat.

"How do you use…this?” Pantalone’s brows furrowed together, raising it up to the light as if to get a better view. “It’s quite…tiny.”

"Well, I'm not sure how it fully works in Teyvat—but you wish for something and hope to get it."

"Hm? So you leave it up to chance?"

"Yes, in a way..."

"How pitiful," he whispered, before his voice dropped an octave, "you must have more power than that. You’re a God.”

“I’ve already told you all…” you stopped in your tracks, images of corpses scattered across Dottore’s lab. You were almost a test subject, “godhood” shielding you from the vivisection table by a narrow margin. If they learned the truth…

“I…am not a god in my home world,” you stammered, picking words haphazardly from the floor of your mind, “I’m still getting used to Teyvat, so…”

He sighed, squeezing your shoulder. “I see. Well, demonstrate how it works.” The reassuring gesture only spurred your unease.

With a slight nod, you pondered what to wish for.

“…Thrilling Tales,” you declared, the fate sizzling with luminescence before shooting up into the sky.

Pantalone’s mouth fell agape as a bright, blue, light enveloped your hands, swirled together, then dissipated, revealing the weapon. Another wish granted. More primos depleted, with no way to earn them back.

“A book; Is it a catalyst?” He took the tomb from your grasp, skimming its contents. “From what I can tell, not a very good one.” A frown slowly painted over his countenance. “Are you playing games with me, Your Grace?”

“W-whatever do you mean, Pantalone?” Your voice faltered as he took a step towards you. Gripping your face just hard enough for his rings to chafe and dig into your cheeks, he tilted your chin up.

“When you were with Dottore, you summoned a brilliant sword that he remarked, “wasn’t from this world”. And, with me, you summon this…” He pinched the book by its cover, letting the pages sway limply below. “Fairy tale?”

“Well—! The Doctor scared me—I, I am much more comfortable with you.” Though not necessarily a lie, it wasn’t a truth either. Of all the people you’d interacted with so far, mainly the harbingers—only the harbingers, when you thought about it—Pantalone, compared to the Doctor, was much less scary.

Eyes widening, the grip on your face went slack, morphing into a soft caress of your cheek. You shuddered again.

He smiled, returning to that cheery demeanor.

“Well, if that is the case, I’m glad, and honored, Your Grace.”

You nodded, every muscle in your body taut and strangled by your lies.

“Of course.”

.

[hihellomy]

New bot alert

[niicevibe]

Listen... this is my logic.

If I put the wip concepts I have stashed on my laptop on here, and air them out like dirty laundry, then I can't back out of doing them, right?? because I have so many.

Also, this is my official announcement that until further notice, this account is strictly for Genshin writing-- at least, until I can complete all these projects.

No one is obligated to look at them! This is literally how I'm going to get around my laziness, with expectation.

BUT, I've also fixed up a new taglist!! Right here! I've deleted the old one, but I'll fix those links tomorrow, too. So if anyone wants to fill it out, please do!!

Fool's Experiment pt. 2 (NSFW)

y/n and Albedo deal with the "results" of their experiment.

You Only Tease the Ones You Love pt. 2 (NSFW)

an invitation was extended, but after an entire year spent enduring your teasing and attempts at cajoling him, Diluc refuses to be the one to make the first move.

unnamed Aether fic (so far, SFW)

loneliness and homesickness never go well together— this, Aether has learned quickly. and so, to make Teyvat feel just a little more like home, he brings to you a tradition from his home world, and a proposition (of sorts).

To Love Oneself is the Beginning of a Life-Long Romance (so far, SFW, probably will be NSFW)

feelings thought to be gone unrequited (or at the very least, ignored) opens up a door for romantic comity when you open the door to Kaeya's office.

unnamed Childe/Ajax fic (so far, SFW)

no summary, but is based around Сочельник/Pождество (Christmas Eve/Christmas) -> instead of Russia, of course, it's Snezhnaya. they celebrate on January 7th following the Julian calendar.

I WANT TO WRITE THIS ONE SO BADLY AHH THE STUFF I HAVE WRITTEN FOR IT SO FAR IS FRICKIN ADORABLE.

unnamed SAGAU Cyno fic (so far, SFW)

a superstorm hits your town and a strange glitch occurs while you're playing Genshin... at least, it's strange by the General Mahamatra's standards.

unnamed Kazuha fic (NSFW, dubcon)

there's a reason Beidou doesn't let Kazuha drink on her ship.

unnamed Thoma fic (NSFW)

something tells you Inazuma's grand fixer could use a little fixing, himself...

unnamed yandere Xiao fic (req., so far, SFW...)

no summary-- requested by an irl friend and it's killing me to write bc I love him so much... *sobs* it's so good so far tho.

unnamed Xiao series (so far, SFW...)

i can't spoil too much about this one, especially when i won't be touching it until HEARTSTRINGS is done.

unnamed Alhaitham, undecided Kavetham/reader fic (NSFW)

generally brilliant in your studies but not in your spending, Alhaitham jokingly comes up with an idea that won't compromise the quality of your work...

Though I Knew to Love Her Was to Suffer, I Could Not Stop, Zhongli series (NSFW)

no summary -> y/n is an ex-yaksha who abandoned her duties shortly after the archon war, instead establishing strong trade routes between liyue and the other affected regions.

BASICALLY y/n and Zhongli reunite and not in a good way tbh? i ain't sayin' no MO!

unnamed Dainsleif series (NSFW)

no summary, no spoilers; i've only got the groundwork and backstories done. the only thing i'll say is that y/n is amnesiac.

NO OFFICIAL ART RELEASED ⤵

unnamed Pantalone fic (NSFW)

the Regrator is the one gift horse of whom you shouldn't have looked into the mouth of.

These are the big ones, anyway. Again, here's that taglist. Nighty night!

[admiral-mason]

You Reap What You Sow - Chapter 6

Genshin Impact SAGAU x Iron Harvest 1920+

The Creator's Most Loyal

Columbina sang softly as she rest her head on the long table.

The Tsaritsa and her Fatui harbingers waited for you in the meeting room. They had received news from this 'Ironside Quadripartite' that you, their god, had descended upon Teyvat. They wanted you to visit them first, and they had convinced the Quadripartite to allow them to do so. All they had to do was wait now.

"When are they arriving?" Sandrone asked sitting in her machine's hand, her voice full of more vigor than it usually was. She has seen one of the Quadripartite's machines when they met up, a gorilla-like one. It had a singular spherical structure as its cockpit, with two stubby legs underneath it. Its right arm bore what appeared to be a metal mallet, while the left arm bore what seemed to be a gun of sorts. Considering that you were associated with them, perhaps you could teach her more about these interesting machines.

"When they do arrive, I'll make sure to shower them in lots of mora. Oh, how much attention I shall receive, basking in their presence." Pantalone hummed to himself, eagerly awaiting your presence only to have Arlecchino shut him up.

"Will you be quiet, Regrator? We all desire Our Grace's acknowledgments." Arlecchino hated businessmen and bankers, and Pantalone's words didn't help one bit.

"Please, don't fight," Columbina said, pausing her singing to try and diffuse the fight. "We don't want to ruin our first impressions, after all."

"I agree with her," Childe added. "We've already seen how everyone else was so blind. Don't want to be seen in the same light as them."

"Let's just ensure that we don't instill ourselves a bad reputation in our grace's eyes." Il Capitano said. Pierro and Pulcinella simply stayed silent about all of this. Suddenly, a Pyroslinger Bracer loudly barged in.

"This had better be important," Il Dottore said. "It is!" The rifle-wielding Fatui agent said. "Our grace has arrived!" Everyone's faces lit up at those four words, the Tsaritsa's especially. She hated how the other archons were foolish enough to not recognize their own god, how a false copy had come along and tricked them all. They won't trick her and the Fatui. They aren't fooling anyone in Snezhnaya.

You and the Pyroslinger Bracer that accompanied you had just finished a brief tour of the general aspects of the palace. Everything else was up to you. Your rifthound buddy and the slugas continued receiving headpats from the bracer.

You decided to try and rub your hands together to warm them up. But you did not expect them to be on fire. "Aah!" You yelped, concerned over the fact that your hands were on fire. Surprisingly enough, it did not hurt them. Your rifthound buddy and the slugas looked at you in curiosity.

"Oh, this is great! You're regaining your divine powers!" The bracer said, full of joy in his voice. You then realized that since you're the divine creator, you get to control elements. Well, that probably should have been a given.

You then decided to try something. You took out the Polanian rifle you had slung on your back the whole time and tried infusing it with the power of pyro. Surprisingly enough, the rifle's barrel had a bit of fire rushing out of it. Not enough to be a full-scale flamethrower, but it looks enough to be able to shoot some fire pellets.

"Whoa! A fire rifle as well?" The bracer said. "Heck yeah! We're twinsies!" He added in excitement. You simply smiled at his antics, your rifthound buddy and the slugas being amazed at how you can control fire that easily.

"Alright, enough antics for now. Let's go meet the Tsaritsa, shall we?" You replied. "Okay then, your grace. Let's go!" The bracer said as you two started walking to the meeting room.

When you saw the double doors leading to the meeting room, you were a bit nervous at first. The Pyroslinger noticed and he eased your worries. "Hey, don't be nervous, your grace. Her majesty and the Harbingers are all awaiting you inside."

"O-Okay then..." You nervously said as you opened the right door, making your presence known to all those inside. The Harbingers all sat neatly across the long table (except for Sandrone, who was sitting on her machine's hand), and the Tsaritsa sat at the end of it. Though, a black shadow covered her eyes, preventing you from seeing them.

The first thing you noticed was that they were all smiling (you could even sense Capitano's smile underneath that mask). This eased your worries a little bit. Now you don't have to worry about them killing you on sight so badly. You still have kinda awkward social skills though.

Secondly, you got to see the Tsaritsa. She looked like how she did in La Signora's backstory. Fair skin, white hair, her blue dress, and that icy-designed crown.

"Uh... hi there." You said, walking up to the long table. The Pyroslinger left so as to not disturb you all.

"Your grace, welcome to Snezhnaya." The Tsaritsa began. She stood up and walked to you as she gestured you towards the empty seat which was at the other end of the table. You sat down at the empty seat as the Tsaritsa sat back down in her seat, directly facing you.

"When we felt your descent, we asked for our agents all across Teyvat to try and find you," Pierro said. "And we were in utter disbelief and hatred when a member of the 'Ironside Quadripartite' you were associated with informed us about your predicament."

"You mean the fact that I was being hunted down as an impostor? Yeah- that kinda sucked," you said, imaginary anime sweat drop on the side of your head right now. "Though uh, now I'm here! And I was told I'd be kept safe here, so I should be fine..."

"Fine? You are the divine one, you must be protected at all costs." Arlecchino said, her eyes with red X's instead of pupils staring into yours. "We all cannot bear what would happen if you were to be harmed in any way. Or worse... killed."

"Well, thank you for that. But now I'm curious: who informed you of my predicament?" You asked. There were a bunch of Iron Harvest characters you knew of. "A man and his cousin," Pulcinella replied. "They bore the names of Lech Kos and Anna Kos respectively."

"Lech and Anna!" You exclaimed, recognizing those two. "Oh man, did you get to see Lech's mech? The gorilla-inspired machine with the mallet and cannon arm, I mean." Sandrone responded quickly with a wide smile at that response. "That machine, yes. I'm very interested in it. It looks to be a unique, personal design of sorts, am I correct?"

"Yeah, it's a tough close-quarters combat machine." You replied. "Perhaps after the three-day break, I can bring you to the Ironside Quadripartite with me? There are tons more machines over there." Sandrone's face simply beamed with happiness and excitement. "Oh, I am honored to have such a privilege, your grace."

Dottore and Pantalone didn't look too happy about it, and the former expressed his distaste. "Don't get too full of yourself, Sandrone. The divine creator should love all of us equally, yes?"

"Yeah, I-I don't think I should be playing favorites. Well, maybe except for the Tsaritsa, haha." You couldn't notice it, but te Tsaritsa silently blushed at the thought of being your favorite. She would do absolutely anything for you, no matter the cost.

"Well, I'll just set something straight. So today isn't technically day one, right? I only just got here, after all." You asked, and Columbina stopped her singing to respond.

"Yes, tomorrow the three days officially start. Tomorrow, you get to spend the time doing whatever you wish. Tomorrow, we get to repay you for keeping Her Majesty and us strong. But there's still time today for you to do one more thing before we get you to bed. All you've been through must have been tiresome." Columbina said while looking at you, a soft, calming smile on her face.

"Well, uh, if that's the case, do you have any archives of my divine self?" You responded, eager to find out more about yourself.

Genshin Impact owned by miHoYo.

Iron Harvest 1920+ owned by KING Art Games.

[victoria1676]

Where have I been?

Hi, Victoria here! ^^

Sorry for not posting or tell anyone of my progress after the news of Technoblade’s passing that also not only made me sad but it also made me toke a two week break from writing. Right now I am back in writing but at the small slow pace as I am trying to world build my story well without rushing it to make it ugly

So far I am definitely gonna think new ways to improve Prologue 3 which is not yet made as I haven't like decided how to start it so I apologize but I will work it on august hopefully however Im sure those who knows what is happening with Genshin.

We got leaks of what Sumeru is like (Rip Primos and wallets to everyone) and Im very excited as everyone who read my main Sagau or Sagau crossover of DSMP/SBI reader Sumeru and Snezahaya are the only ones who are not involved of the Imposter chase which i will try my best to explain why only those two nations did not hunt us down while rest such as Natlan and Fontaine hunted us down when one of them are supposedly could help us but I won't spoil why as I am waiting for Natlan and Fontaine to come so that I can work my way on them without making the characters in those nations look OOC when they are not out yet TwT

And of course the famous teaser that is about the Harbingers reaction to Signora’s death to which I did not expect it revealed all Harbingers and damn I wonder how the main SAGAU writers will write about them especially Regrator who caught my interest with Arlecchino UwU

But uh back in the Topic 😂

So like currently I am suffering a huge skin allergies which is a pain in the neck and I have no idea when it will be gone which is quite sad and annoying as the itchyness is hard to control sometimes TwT But don't worry I am doing okay XD

Although a bit oof a news.

The technolade tribute will have a bit changes as i decided to make it around the imposter au of Sagau but this will be more of Reader and Techno centric so basically more onto the Dream SMP so for those who dont know Dream SMP or never watch but came here for the SAGAU you can read it or not read it since I only made my story just for fun and so far I already have massive ideas for the "Leave me Alone and Let me build my s**t" such as I now decided that there will be like changes since i just edit this today and this draft was like last week XD

And what changes is that Prologue one will have addition of a Torture scene that a friend wanted me to add and I thought it would fit considering I decided to go around my Prologues and Interlude to add the Dark themes since things will go dark and very much have high tension once we get to the main plot of how the story began or rather how Reader felt being chased along with being labeled as an imposter when she is not.

So around August there will be a short (or not short due to my brainstorming and OCD build up whoops 😂😂) Prologue 3.5 or which uh basically is before the actually Prologue 3. What i mean is that 3.5 will mostly be a calm before the storm which will be another short point of view of the characters before Doomsday and I know everyone is not happy when they are waiting for the Doomsday to happen and Ill be honest I myself always is not happy but I have to do it so I can break expectations and also 3.5 will have a Harbingers and you guys will have to figure out who the traitor that spoke to Dainsleif because its gonna be a plot twist when you realize it was not them but another character who I always used my support XD

I wont spoil much but I can say hopefully Prologue 3 Doomsday will be moved on September since I do full chapters once a month due to being busy irl and school. I hope you guys understand especially its not easy to make a huge build up plot with worldbuilding and trying to make the characters in character without making them go OOC.

But yes this month I will do my best to finish the Technoblade tribute with reader and I can say there will be angst, comfort and a bit of a hint of the future chapters of my main story OwO! Despite i am supposed to rest with Allergies I need to make sure you guys will get enough SAGAU x DSMP/SBI reader XD

So I hope you guys understand and Inbox is open for questions which I will answer in my own pace as I am trying to get these allergies healed TwT

So yeah that's all! ^^

[fatuifucker]

genshin imagines

♥︎ smut | ♡ sfw

basically short thoughts and imagines contributed by ivy and all of you <3

♥︎ afab octopus hybrid! scara

♥︎ comfort w/fem zhongli

♥︎ cow hybrid scara

♥︎ domming foul legacy! childe

♥︎ fantasising about general alatus (xiao) part i

♥︎ first time scissoring trans! scaramouche

♥︎ general alatus (xiao) fantasising about you part ii

♥︎ having fun with the yakshas

♡ how does scaramouche take care of his kitsune reader?

♥︎ kuni booba lover (real!)

♥︎ octopus hybrid scara

♥︎ scara teases you with his pussy

♥︎ scissoring trans! kabukimono for the first time

♥︎ transfem! arlecchino/knave headcanons

♥︎ transmasc! pantalone/regrator headcanons

♡ what if you found scara before his betrayals? — sagau au

[m1d-45]

welcome to my masterlist!

if there’s anything you’d like to see, please send in an ask here!

here’s my original take on the logistics of sagau, as well as an update after some more information, and here’s my thoughts on how nations worship.

1k event m. list!

warnings [⏵] : yandere / heavy cultish || obsessive

genre [title] : angst || fluff || hurt/comfort

[ under maintenance ! might be a bit messy ]

traveller from afar — aether

‘I'm saying that I'm having a lot of fun traveling with you… It'd be nice if we could just go on like this forever.’

⏵ a new tomorrow

—⏵ my love, my god

the dark side of dawn — diluc

‘Diluc, of Mondstadt. Not interested in idle chit-chat. If you have things you want to get done, let me know.’

⏵ fallen through

⏵ a fault in the heart [red!]

⏵ tongue tied

windborne bard — venti

‘Perfect timing, Traveler! I was about to ask you — what is your greatest wish?’

⏵ unnamed poem, unnamed bard

⏵ in sickness and in health

⏵ (what about me?)

⏵ stella fortuna

beyond mortality — baizhu

‘Even though I'm the doctor, I've still had to trouble you with my health. How shameful... But don't worry. From this day on, I will take care of you.’

⏵ second chances

leonine vanguard — ga ming

‘If I can guard shipments, I can guard people. Since you seem to trust me, how 'bout I be your bodyguard from now on?‘

⏵ vanguard’s fortune

childe — tartaglia

‘Today was great. See you tomorrow, comrade!’

⏵ under duress

⏵ brainrot

⏵ duality of man

—⏵ inversion of fate

vigilant yaksha — xiao

‘I deal in death. If you cannot bring yourself to kill — speak my name.’

⏵ repentance

⏵ burden to bear

⏵ bird xiao things! (split links)

—⏵ and again, and fanart, and again, and again, and fanart, and fanart, and again

⏵ he who is without sin

—⏵ once more, and again, and again, and again, and again, and fanart, and again, and fanart, and fanart

⏵pari!reader tag

vago mundo — zhongli

‘The market is closed and the port has settled. Go get some rest.’

⏵ sagau!zhongli

⏵ a dragon’s gems

⏵ to dream of the divine

⏵ adorned

pillar of fortitude — ayato

‘Good morning. A little sword practice while the day is young is good for the body and mind. I tend to avoid having anything scheduled during these hours... What do you say? Fancy crossing blades with me?’

⏵ words left unsaid

analytical harmony — heizou

‘Ooh, my goodness, life's really put you through the wringer recently, hasn't it? I can tell. Here, why don't you take a seat, tell me the whole story.’

⏵ the scars, the wound

—⏵ (old) first encounters

⏵ upon a hair-thin wire

scarlet leaves pursue wild waves — kazuha

‘Ah, you'd like to learn the art of the sword? Let me see... Alright — here, take this. It's a bamboo blade I just made. With these, we can practice sparring without having to worry about getting injured.’

⏵ remorse

⏵ in a flash

⏵ the wind knows

⏵ judas

protector from afar — thoma

‘I've figured out what I want to do now. My strength is your shield, and I will always be here to protect you.’

⏵ rain or shine

admonishing instruction — alhaitham

’Don't be offended if you try to greet me on the street and I don't respond. It's simply because I'm wearing my soundproof earpieces, that's all.’

⏵ divine permanence

verdant strider — tighnari

‘What, so this sort of thing needs official documentation now? Okay then... Well, hand over your "friendship certificate." I assume it'll need my signature.’

⏵ opportunities arisen

—⏵ prime fortune

eons adrift — wanderer

’Ask me anything if you want. If a question is interesting enough, I may give you an answer.’

⏵ wandering

⏵ rest

ordainer of inexorable judgement — neuvillette

‘Good evening. I hope you have not encountered any unpleasantness today.’

⏵ for all to see

emissary if solitary antiquity — wriothesley

'Want a tip on how to escape from the Gardes? Just give yourself a name that's really long and difficult to pronounce. They'll be stumbling over your name as soon as they try to announce that you are under arrest.'

pankration

pantalone — regrator

‘Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa is actually a gentle soul. Too gentle, in fact…’

⏵ ink, ink, ink

miscellaneous / multiple

⏵ in excess (ft. zhongli + xiao)

⏵ new hopes (ft. the arataki gang)

⏵ emotions (ft. mondstat)

⏵ the young (ft. your main!)

—⏵ still too young (ft… a lot of ppl)

⏵ plagued (ft. diluc + kaeya)

⏵ reverse isekai drabble (ft. your main!)

⏵ slapfight (ft. a lot of people-)

⏵ mea maxima culpa (ft. zhongli + barbara)

⏵ in the stars (ft mona + your main!)

⏵ replacement (ft. kaeya + venti + albedo + xiao)

⏵ discretion advised (ft. mondstat)

⏵ warmth (ft. every pyro character as of 3.4)

⏵ a soft place to land (ft. zhongli + kaeya + diluc + alhaitham + tighnari)

⏵ constellations (ft. barbara + thoma + heizou + collei + kujou sara + sucrose + candace +ganyu)

⏵ connection (ft. diluc + kaeya + kazuha + albedo + kaveh)

⏵ your shield, a sword (ft. thoma + tighnari + zhongli + alhaitham + cyno + albedo)

⏵ divine favor (ft. yae miko + itto + kazuha + kaeya + chongyun + noelle)

⏵ dead leaves (ft. ..people)

—⏵ new sprouts (ft. chongyun)

⏵ the rule of threes (ft. albedo + his brother)

⏵ darling, my dear (ft. diluc + tighnari + childe + xiao + kazuha)

⏵ sandy refuge (ft. nahida + wanderer)

⏵ dancing soldiers (ft. aether)

series!

⏵ dearly beloved — complete trilogy

—⏵ on broken bones

—⏵ death, rebirth, new life

—⏵ the scottish play

⏵ abiogenesis — complete duology

—⏵ from soil…

—⏵ …was birthed chalk

⏵ secret contributions — complete trilogy

—⏵ small miracles

—⏵ hidden blessings

—⏵ silent conclusions

⏵ spoken across stars — episodic

—⏵ kaeya, diluc, thoma ft. noelle + candace

—⏵ kazuha, wanderer ft. tighnari + baizhu

—⏵ zhongli, ayato, heizou ft. xinqiu + chongyun

that’s all for now! i hope you’ve enjoyed your stay, and wish you the best. if there’s something here you particularly liked, consider letting me know with a reblog or comment; i read every single one and they mean the world. whatever the case: i bid you farewell!

(p.s.: if you spot an error like a link leading somewhere it shouldn’t, a missing post entirely, etc., please leave a reply/ send in an ask to let me know as chances are i will not notice it. thank you!)

— midas

[crystalitecloudie]

shitpost masterlist 2

(the sequel because I shitpost too much)

Genshin Impact:

Back to the Grand Masterlist

My first shitpost masterlist is here! It has the following topics:

Twisted Wonderland

Pokémon

Miscellaneous Topics (either from everyday life, or from video games that did not have enough posts to obtain their own category)

headcanons for heizou back when we knew barely anything about him and all we had was his fan design

about kazuha getting high

ayato's eyelashes

ayato fics are long

genshin mafia au

dainsleif

sandrone

kaveh

masterless visions

hexenzirkel tea parties

SAGAU:

paimon creator

language

feeling the creator

religious trauma

regrator (refrigerator)

concerning my refrigerator shitpost

kitty cat creator

the withering

did I start a trend

period blood

SAHSRAU:

someone needs to make SAHSRAU

the SAHSRAU disease is spreading

Kazutaka Kodaka Works:

NOTE: Kodaka Works includes Danganronpa, Tribe Nine, Akudama Drive, Rain Code, ETC.)

concerning tribe nine x readers

danganronpa phone alarm

kokichi fanfiction flashbacks

rain code am I right

Roblox:

royale high

vibe cafe

fox spirit rp games

zaibatsu is a really good game

Atlus Works:

NOTE: Atlus Works jncludes the Persona series, Soul Hackers 2, ETC.)

give me soul hackers 2 content

drawing mitsuki in soul hackers 2

no x readers of soul hackers 2

soul hackers 2 fan real

Bungo Stray Dogs:

sobbing

bsd vs soul hackers 2

bungo stray dogs iceberg

soukoku

Obey Me:

just started playing obey me

asmodeus and simeon are hot

is this luke card good

Splatoon:

big man

shiver and yumi are really similar

my splatoon oc

jellyfish in splatoon