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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year
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Death At The Hands Of A God
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Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst
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It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.
That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.
Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.
He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.
Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.
He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.
He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.
Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.
He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.
Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...
He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.
He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.
Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.
You had said his name.
Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.
It hit your throat.
Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.
There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.
What had he done.
Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.
"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.
You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—
No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...
Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.
He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.
The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.
Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.
There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.
It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.
You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.
He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.
But first...
It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.
Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.
His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.
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piplupcola · 4 months
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Writers trying to convince Disney execs not to cancel Nimona, Owl House, and many other IPs:
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It's almost laughable how ironic this scene is with what a dumpster fire Wish turned out to be
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astragatwo · 14 days
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I liked her a lot, actually
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Diasomnia is so nice and happy and nothing bad will happen. (What do you mean I forgot to draw someone? If I did they were probably just not invited to the scene)
So, chapter 7 huh? XD not to say I'm excited but I have been lurking around the fandom without posting anything about it and this cracked me so yeah, not at all excited to see if we get some nice angsty character development in the form of overblotting for my boi Draconia
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so uh
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I call it
✨betterkov✨
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cafe-smut · 22 days
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Cheka getting caught up in a gorge as wildebeest flood in. Leona being the one to save him. The king and queen arriving just in time to finds Cheka clinging to the side of a ledge, Leona nowhere to be found among the animals. The go down and find his unmoving body among the dust.
The queen holding Cheka who's wailing for his Uncle as Falena holds his little brothers body, begging him to wake up.
Yuu getting there just in time with some bullshit knowledge as a Disney Kid and minor medical knowledge to get Malleus to push some lightning in Leona to restart his heart.
Falena clinging to his dazed and shocked brother as he sobs, so incredibly glad he's alive.
Falena and Cheka not letting Leona out of their sight until at least 2 weeks after he's fully healed.
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sidetongue · 8 months
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look at hims dancy legs
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satans-knitwear · 1 year
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Is that a blaster in your pocket or are you just happy to see me??
Treat me ~ Tip me
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scalpelsister · 8 months
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also this isnt really proper shade at larian or anything and the writing of this game is SAURE good so dont take it this way but.
i sure do wish. Minthara was not villain batted as hard as she was. Her being locked to "evil" runs and being mutually exclusive with several party members. Her being nothing more than a miniboss for your average player- who does not even know shes a potential party member! Her being so chronically unloved by the community because... shes the "evil" companion. Hell, even the amount of people saying frankly really edgy shit about killing her or hurting her completely unprompted lmao. Like I genuinely think shes been pretty unfairly demonized both by the community and by the meta of just like... the game itself because she's really actually..... kind of, dare I say, sweet? if you get to know her. ugh.
#also if i had two nickles. shes sylvanas all over again lads i fear#idk obviously larian handles her character much better than wow ever handled sylvanas but its genuinely like#kind of eerie how similar they are and how hard they where both villain batted considering how evil they actually are#ESP compared to their male counterparts#like i would argue that neither of them are any more evil- and likely are even less evil- than a lot of the men in the same game that#are not villain batted at all.#like every character in warcraft is a war criminal so sylvanas is hardly uniquely evil on that front#and i have a hard time buying that minthara is anymore inherently evil than astarion lol#idk again larian handles trauma much better and it feels... inauthentic to accuse them of not treating minthara well because shes#traumatized. thats def not the argument im making here but it IS really sad to relate to / find catharsis in another traumatized elf#only for her to be. villain batted just like the last one :/#idk. its just a bummer.#like again thankfully its not a thesis of larians like. karlach and shadowheart and laezel are all beautiful and wonderful examples of like#traumatized women allowed to be angry and validated for being angry#BUT im selfish haha i want my bestie minthara to be able to have a happy ending w the rest of us and i dont want to see her demonized for#idk being a traumatized angry woman like!! it seems outta place for that to be the message but#whatever im rambling ive lost the plot#my post
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milksnake-tea · 9 days
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Why did ppl hate topaz?
it was back in the aetherium wars event over in belobog, tldr she comes in to retrieve an age old debt that belobog has to the ipc, does the typical ipc thing of offering to assist (aka turning belobog into one of the ipc's planets or smth along those lines) with the eternal freeze; however she doesn't really mention that the thing only has a 66% success rate.
people didn't like her because of the colonizer (i think? i don't remember exactly) vibes she was bringing and to be fair she was an antagonist in that event, but in the end she does agree to hold the ipc off after seeing belobog put itself together, and even takes a demotion as a hit so i wouldn't say she's that bad, she's just morally grey and very misguided (she sees the ipc lowkey in rose tinted glasses) and sometimes people don't like that and categorize characters in good and evil - and topaz got stuck with evil
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shima-draws · 5 months
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I still have a leftover bowl of candy from Halloween and NORMALLY that would be shocking bc I suck that shit up into my mouth like a vacuum but. My roommate also bought a bag of candy for Halloween and it was one of those mixed bags, so it was full of chocolate like KitKats and Hersheys but also full of Twizzlers.
Now let it be known I fucking HATE Twizzlers. They feel like chewing on plastic and taste even worse. And apparently, even from within a sealed little package, the flavor of the Twizzlers in the candy bag infected ALL the other candy. So all the chocolate tastes fruity and it’s SO nasty lmao
So essentially we’ve got a bowl of tainted candy that I want nothing to do with and every time I look at it I’m like ooh chocolate! And I take one and put it in my mouth and then I immediately Regret
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nettleandthorne · 4 months
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i'm actually back on this account after two months! damn! hello!
the nano burnout took longer to recover from than i thought it would, but i am now actively working on hands in the deep, dark earth again. my new year's resolution is to work on it at least once a week, and i'm currently working through editing what i wrote during nanowrimo so that the plot and lore of the story are more settled in my head before i progress. i still might not be as active on here as i was during november, and i'll participate in fewer tag games since i'm not creating as many new scenes, but it's good to be back!
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mewniemoon · 6 months
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I can never trust people who generally hate Five Pebbles because nine times outa ten it's for some of the most ableist and hateful bullshit ever. It always starts with "he's evil because he killed Lttm" and devolves into "he's evil because he tried to kill himself", like dude just say you hate mentally ill people and leave.
Don't get me wrong, you can dislike him all you want! He's a complex and a divisive character and he's not for everyone, and If you don't like him for killing lttm or being an asshole thats completely fair. But the second you try and argue that he's evil you better choose your next words carefully. 🔪
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very evil of storage units to be almost entirely made of Metal, inside and out. id like to have a talk with whoever made that building decision. a friendly talk. ignore the barbed wire baseball bat its unrelated
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All the talk about when you joined tumblr got me down memory line and I went through my old blogs
I joined in late 2016 or early 2017 because I saw supernatural tumblr posts and other on Pinterest and wanted the experience
Soke things on the old blogs didn't age well, but it still got me smiling looking back at it
Turns out 13 ear old me and 19 year old me are not so different but also completely different at the same time
i’m so very glad I was able to inspire you to go through the memories of old blogs.
I understand what you mean though, going through old thoughts is always an interesting and enlightening experience
reading through my old stuff makes me want to simultaneously hug my younger self…. and also tell myself to shut up and not post that angsty stuff for my Tumblr friends to have to see lmao
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ifyoucandaniel · 1 year
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and it’s done! this is a birthday present for the love of my life who’s birthday is friday! (everyone say happy birthday soph <3) they mean the world to me so i wanted to try to show that through making something to reflect that love. this project was a major labor of love and time and there are so many things wrong but i won’t sit here spending the next ten hours pointing them out, so i’ll just say i’m proud of how they came out all things considered! the end pages are by guine_evere on instagram who was lovely enough to let me use her stunning art to tie the whole project together<3 i’ll be posting details for each book in separate posts!
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