SUMMARY: random sagau brainrots i’ve had in my mind while i was on hiatus in one post!
FEATURING: various × gn!reader
WARNINGS: this contains yandere behaviours, gore, violence, self aware characters, reader being worshipped, worshipping and many more so please proceed with caution.
everything in here (except the one with links in it) is a work in progress. i’ll try to write and post the other parts when i’m not busy.
all of my sagau works will be linked here. so if you want to get tagged, send in an ask! i plan to make another taglist for this series and more characters are going to get added in the future!
every asks, posts and other things related to this series will be tagged as raidengaile; wonders of another world!
Can you imagine how weird it must feel to feel time passing at a much much slower rate than literally everyone else? Because your body and mind are still used to our world’s time, but in Teyvat 1 Earth minute = 1 Genshin hour.
You’re just existing, meanwhile the acolytes are literally crying on their knees, begging you to eat something. “It’s been weeks since you ate!” They say. “Is the food not to your liking?”
Meanwhile you’re just like
But I just ate a few hours ago.
Sleeping is even worse. To all of the acolytes you’ve been up for who-knows-how-long. Honestly, you put Jean and Ganyu to shame with how long you refuse to rest. What do you mean you’re not at all tired? You’ve been up for almost a month straight! Do not make them literally tie you to the bed, hoping that you’ll finally get some sleep.
And when your body gets the 9 hours of sleep you need, you are shocked to see the entire cult in utter chaos. Like some real “Lord of the flies” shit. And the second they see you awake again, they’ve back on their knees, crying about how much they missed you.
You suddenly understand why they are clinging to you every possible second. If they decide to absolutely lose their collective shit every time you take a nap, who knows what they’ll do when you want some time away from them. To you it’s only been like two or three days, meanwhile they’re convinced that you have abandoned them as the seasons begin to change.
… the look of absolute, raging anger in Itto’s eyes as you lay there in front of him, blood oozing from the corners of your bruised lips, your body limp from the exhaustion and sore from the bruises that littered your body from head to toe. Itto was for the most part, calm, very calm. His breathing was heavy, his footsteps were so quiet you’d think that he almost wasn’t there. Outstretching his strong arm towards you, his fingers gently traced your beaten face. Anger boiled in his heart as raging screams started to echoe throughout the massive field you were in.
You were foolish enough to take a commission in regards to handling some treasure hoarders, underestimating their skills along the process. They caught you off guard in the dark of the night, stealing you away into their camp as they toyed with you, threatening to gut you like a fish as you begged them to set you free, that you wouldn’t go anywhere near them but the cruel men just weren’t having it.
He knew something bad was going to happen, that’s why he followed you. That’s why there’s red hot blood on the ground and his hair, that’s why there is the disgusting smell of gore on his weapon. The cries of the men fell on deaf ears as he swung his claymore like a madman, slicing through anything and anyone that dared to stand in his path. They ignored your pleas for mercy, why should he listen to theirs? He was going to teach these bastards a lesson, and they were going to pay with their lives. He made a mental note to be extra sweet towards you, to spoil you a bit more than usual once this was all said and done.
