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hey guys this is kind of an out there post but my friends are participating in artfight so go attack them when the event starts!! please I need to see my friends happy (everyone's on team mystery btw!!)
An art gifting game
stagger has a platonic/familial yume so if you're a fan of that go attack her....
An art gifting game
idk what aryus wanted me to do to promote his profile he jus said he's tragic boy you are on team mystery what you on about
An art gifting game
idk jus go attack her
An art gifting game
yep (everyone jus said idk for what they wanted to promote about them so jus go attack them please)
hey guys this is kind of an out there post but my friends are participating in artfight so go attack them when the event starts!! please I need to see my friends happy (everyone's on team mystery btw!!)
An art gifting game
stagger has a platonic/familial yume so if you're a fan of that go attack her....
An art gifting game
idk what aryus wanted me to do to promote his profile he jus said he's tragic boy you are on team mystery what you on about
An art gifting game
idk jus go attack her
An art gifting game
yep (everyone jus said idk for what they wanted to promote about them so jus go attack them please)
Pokemon Guidebook: When You Accidentally Get Isekai'd (ch 3.5)
╰┈➤ gen info reader is g/n and barely speaks. genshin x pokemon imposter au
╰┈➤ warnings no warnings this chapter
╰┈➤ word count 792
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╰┈➤ a/n i know you guys were waiting so long only to get such a nothingburger chapter..... after this chapter i might put this fanfic on hold for a bit im sorry chat
prologue, ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 3.5
You wake up, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. Most of your Pokemon have returned to their ball and System is blaring at you.
In annoyance, you punch it only for your hand to phase through.
You’re cut out of your frustrations when you hear yelping at the domain entrance, your Zorua is calling out to you.
As you quickly approach, you look through the door, which is slightly opened. You assume Zorua somehow forced it open.
Outside, a strong gust of wind blows through as Dvalin flies above the peak. Could it be possible that they’re already looking for you?
It seems your hiding spot is no longer safe. You’re absolutely cooked and it’s been a single day! You just wanna sit down and take another nap right now, not deal with attempted assassination!
Then System starts blaring notifications in your ear.
[NEW QUEST UNLOCKED: <Find A Way Out>! Good luck User!]
Shit. Now your life is on the line. Great, just perfect. Well, no use in staying here…
You should be able to teleport, right? You ask System.
[User must remember: They are in a video game! Whatever it is that you could do before, you can do now!]
While that did sound… vague, you seem to understand. Whatever you could do in Genshin before, you can do now. So obviously, you can teleport, which is fucking awesome.
You scoop Zorua up into your arms and close your eyes, focusing hard on where you want to go. You feel a surge of energy flow through your body, it’s rejuvenating.
After a bit, you open your eyes. Making sure Zorua was still in your arms and sighing in relief when he is, and looking up to find yourself at the Musk Reef, right in front of the Spiral Abyss.
…You didn’t actually think that would work, you feel elated. You really are a ‘creator’, huh? You give Zorua a headpat, making sure he’s okay; he barks at you in response before going back into his ball.
Now what to do… you haven’t thought this far ahead, but at least you’re safe for now.
“Should’ve pulled a Legends Arceus on me,” You mutter running a hand through your hair. “At least could’ve given me my phone, helps pass the time.”
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Who would've guessed that this entire time an imposter was sitting upon the throne of the Creator?
Zhongli knew something was off, he knew it was too early, knew that it was too wrong.
But needlessly dwelling on what he should've done doesn't change what's happening now. He's been assigned to murder who he worships by said imposter, the irony of naming himself the so-called ‘most trusted acolyte’ when he couldn't even determine if who he's been kneeling in front of was even real.
No matter, what use is self-deprecation? Zhongli has a mission to fulfil…
…So where does he start?
The last time Zhongli saw the… runaway was at the harbour, a whole day ago. They could be on the other side of Teyvat at this point.
But this is the Creator he's searching for, it would be pathetic if he were to instantly give up, so Zhongli sighs, concocting a plan in his head that makes his temple already start throbbing.
“What kind of trials are you putting me through, Your Grace?”
Where is that damn Anemo Archon…?
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“Really now…?” “Yes! Haven't you heard? It's all over the Steambird! Ooh that rhymed.” Furina grabs a recent copy of the newspaper from somewhere and holds it up in Neuvillette's face.
“‘An Imposter was recently spotted at the Liyue Harbour, immediately causing a ruckus in attempts to assassinate the Creator!’?... Is that so? How do we know they're an imposter?” Neuvillette continues to read through the article, noticing the pretty clear exaggeration as the events are recounted.
Furina sits back in her chair, taking a sip of her tea, “That's just it! For all we know they could just have the blessing of looking like the Creator! Have we ever dealt with a situation like this before?”
Neuvillette ponders for a moment, “Yes, we have. Although, they've never been treated as seriously. Back then, those imposters were very easy to unmask. However, this time…” Neuvillette stares at the (very hastily shot) photo of the supposed imposter.
“This time, I'm not so sure. They look completely identical, and those creatures…” The imposter was last seen flying away with a clay-made mecha after fighting against the Yuheng of the Qixing with a clone of herself! “I can confirm whole-heartedly that they are not from Teyvat.”
Furina sighs, tapping her foot, “What a bother. Ooh, by the way, what did you put in this tea?”
Speaking of Haru urara, I saw those scenarios where the SAGAU/SAHSRAU Cast goes to their Creator's world and do whatever they do etc,
so I was thinking one of one where Haru urara was the creator (Cuz she deserves the best •‿•) and the cast of SAGAU/SAHSRAU went to the their Creator's world aka Umamusume and see their Creator's world and question a few things like
1: How would they react that there are no horses but instead Horse girls aka Uma's that race and are also idols and their Creator is a Uma
2: how would They react when they see how their Creator (Haru urara) Personality in Person like Their Creator is Happy, Energetic, and giving her all in everything and seeing their Creator's smile and never giving up
And among them, Someone saids " Oh I wish I would just want to adopt Her" before Someone saids "No you aren't, I'm going to adopt Her" before it becomes a big argument on Who's going to adopt their Creator as their child which leads to number three
3: the Custody battle of The Creator (Haru urara) with characters like Arrlechino (Tell me if I got the name right), Jean, Kaeya and other characters that would be good parents fighting for the custody to Adopt the Creator as their own
4: How crazy no Ballistic would they go if they saw that Their Creator has actually won First place despite going going 0-113 (which ngl is a crazy number to have for loses 😭, anyone having that would just give up)
This is honestly one of the funniest SAGAU/SAHSRAU concepts because Haru Urara is probably the last person anyone would expect to be the all-powerful Creator lmaoo 😭
The characters going into their Creator's world expecting something grand. A divine realm. A place filled with gods and miracles. Then they arrive and discover horse girls are real, they race professionally, perform concerts, have fan clubs, and their Creator is one of them. 💀
The reactions would be priceless.
At first, characters like Kaeya (maybe Varka?), Jean, Dan Heng, and Welt Yang would spend an embarrassing amount of time trying to understand why horse girls exist but normal horses don't.
Meanwhile, characters like March 7th and the Trailblazer would be completely fascinated.
"Wait. They race?"
"Yes."
"And sing?"
"Yes."
"And they're celebrities?"
"Yes."
"...I love this world."
Every time they watch the Creator, they see someone who keeps trying despite failure. They see someone who loses, gets back up, smiles, and tries again. Over and over. The more they learn about Creator, the quieter many of them become. Especially people like Dan Heng, Welt, Jean, and Bronya, Seele. They would start respecting them immensely because perseverance like that is harder than most battles.
Meanwhile, March and Navia would already be emotionally attached after about ten minutes.
Then someone would say it. Probably March.
"I kinda want to adopt them."
Silence.
Everyone slowly turns.
Then Jean quietly says, "Actually... I was thinking the same thing."
And suddenly everyone wants to adopt the Creator.
And suddenly the room explodes (don't worry, Klee, thankfully, didn't throw one of her bombs).
Kaeya argues he would be the fun parent.
Jean argues she would be the responsible parent.
March insists Creator deserves unlimited snacks and affection.
Bronya starts making actual plans.
Wanderer somehow gets dragged into the discussion despite repeatedly saying he is not participating.
Then Arlecchino shows up. Yes, the Arlecchino.
She would absolutely pretend she doesn't care.
Five minutes later she's standing in the custody battle with legal documents.
Nobody knows where she got them. Nobody knows how they're legally recognized across dimensions. But she has them. Somehow.
At that point it stops being a discussion and becomes a war.
Himeko offers stability and coffee (run, Creator).
Aventurine offers an entire planet (where he got that is unanswered sadly).
Klee offers unlimited fun.
Nahida offers hugs.
Arlecchino simply says, "The child is coming with me."
The House of the Hearth kids agree. Everyone else disagrees.
Poor Creator is just standing there confused while thousands of different people (who are supposedly their creations) argue over who gets custody over them.
The idea of Yan!Alhaitham falling for Isekai!Darling because of a book.
You're just a normal university student: overworked, underslept and confused as hell as to how you ended up in Teyvat. You knew that you shouldn't have pulled four all nighters in preparation for that mock exam. And as if to rub salt in the wound, you got spat out in the House of Daena with all of your textbooks and study materials with you, all of which were now useless. At least you blended in with all the other students while you had a silent nervous breakdown.
And wouldn't you know it, a certain Scribe happened to catch a glimpse of the items in your hands as you speedwalked your way out of the giant library. Fortunately (for him, not for you) a notebook fell from between your arms without you noticing. Huh. That's not a script he's seen before.
He really should report this to the Matra. Can't have a student dabble in suspicious research, after all. And this isn't his job, anyway. No point in making more trouble for himself.
But something intrigues him about this situation. He can't put his finger on it and why, but you are the most interesting person he's ever encountered. Might as well try to figure you out a little, even if just to help the Matra catch you sooner.
He spends hours, days even, examining the notebook. He has to admit that your handwriting - unrefined as it can be at times - and the little doodles on random pages have a certain charm to them. He still can't make heads or tails of the language, the fact of which frustrates him greatly. But the challenge exites him as much as it aggravates him. He was right about you being interesting.
After much work - work which as been eating up an uncharacteristically large amount of time and effort - he has been able to decipher a couple of words, one of which he assumed to be your name.
"[Name]."
Something about it tickled his brain in such a good way. He finds himself wanting to know more and more about you. Who are you? Where are you from? What were you doing here? And where have you been all his life? Oh, he can't wait to see you again. And this time he wouldn't let you get away, and he'd ask all the questions he wanted.
summary: well damn, it's been hours and you're still here. what now? normally you'd ask him for help... but who is he in this reality anyway? time to snoop on "your" phone for more info!
part 1 here!
ps: very short smau! juuust a little peek into your everyday relationship with the lads boys in the other dimension. ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) enjoy!
cw: use of gege, use of miss bodyguard and miss hunter
summary: you got hit by a strange wanderer on your last mission. luckily, you had no serious injuries so you shrug it off with a nap after work. when you wake up, something feels different in the air but you can't pinpoint what.... maybe checking your phone would help?
ps: lads roleswap AU! just a silly little thing! (ᵕ ´ᗜ`) i don't really know where to go with this it just wiggled its way in my brain and. yeah. hey you 🫵 do you wanna write a fic/smau of this au? please go ahead bc this is all i got LMAO
cw: use of gege, use of miss bodyguard and miss hunter, ignore how many times you say what in this you're very disoriented
Pokemon Guidebook: When You Accidentally Get Isekai’d (ch 3)
╰┈➤ reader info the reader is g/n!! they barely speak
╰┈➤ xtra info pov switching, taken place before Luna I
╰┈➤ word count 1105
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╰┈➤ a/n hiii sorry i took so long to post this i had assessments to do in college but dw i can assure you chapter 4 is already being written joy!!
prologue. ch 1. ch 2. ch 3. ch 3.5
It’s a struggle to get down from the nail, being so high up from the ground makes you queasy. It doesn’t help when it gets increasingly colder the lower you go down (you aren’t sure if that’s how it’s supposed to work…).
You can’t rely on your Pokemon this time, because it seems that despite having an entire team of them, you weren’t given a single fire type. Not even as a secondary typing! And the only Pokemon you have that could work as a heatsource… fainted. It seems your Golurk also refuses to exit its ball.
You’re freezing, to say the least, and your little system friend is of no help to you right now.
Once you finally reach the domain and open its doors (it opens automatically for you… huh), you collapse onto the ground, sighing in relief at the surprisingly warm air.
You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. Once again, alone with your thoughts.
…Why is it only now that you're wondering how exactly you got here? Because clearly System over here refused to give a straight answer (worship and praise? C'mon, man). Speaking of System… What the hell is this… this thing!
It's your UI, but also like… your guide? And a Rotom? The Traveler didn't have this, unless you think Paimon is somewhat similar, then why do you have it?? Its robotic voice pisses you off.
Though, despite your quick annoyance with System, it could provide some important information. So you ask it, once again, how you got here and why.
[Once again, this Rotom System states that User was brought here to reclaim the throne from the Imposter! Surely this User has read some fanfiction in their life, correct?]
Okay, sure, whatever. Why doesn't it explain the first question?
[That information is not to be shared with the User!]
Piece of— Who designed this faulty piece for tech?! Is there at least a way for you to go back home?
[The User's body has traveled with them, so they are currently unable to return back to their homeworld!]
Unable to return back? But… What about your family? Your friends? The people you care about? Time probably still moves even if you're… here. They might go searching for you, spend countless days, weeks, maybe, trying to find you. The thought of never seeing your loved ones again makes you sick.
But you swallow down the bile in your throat and blink away the sting in your eyes. You can't be getting sad now, your life is on the line and if you die you might ACTUALLY never see your loved ones again. Unless it actually works, but you're too much of a coward to try.
As you continue to lie down and close your eyes, one of your Pokeballs open and you feel something fluffy against your neck. Opening your eyes, you see a Zorua cuddling up at your neck. How… adorable.
And that's when all your Pokemon get out of their Pokeballs and settle down around you, except for Ditto, of course.
You ask the System if it can revive Ditto, which it does, and Ditto joins the cuddle pile.
…Maybe it isn't all so bad, if the Pokemon you just met are already taking a liking to you.
But now that you think about it… this is a team of a Pokemon that you used in different games, you can't recall which ones, but you recognise them.
Yeah… Ditto, Porygon-Z, Torterra, now a Turtwig, Zoroark, now a Zorua, and Golurk (which, for some reason, is the only fully evolved out of the ones with an evolution line…). It's a bit of an odd team, but you love them.
But there’s also a Smeargle. A Pokemon you’ve never used on any of your teams… weird, but you don’t feel like dwelling on it.
You know… maybe it isn't a bad time to take a nap right now. It's not like anyone will find you in an artifact domain of all places.
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Zhongli kneels down on one knee, hand on his chest, in front of the Creator.
“What do you need, Your Grace?”
The Creator scoffs, opening their fan before they start to fan themself.
“Haven't you heard? There's been an imposter sighted at the entrance of the Harbour, trying to kill me! With such a… pitiful, weak and, quite frankly, ugly looking blob. Fortunately, the Yuheng of the Qixing was there to protect me from such a fiend.”
Zhongli dares not to speak up about how those words were twisted. Instead, he nods and keeps his mouth shut as the Creator spouts orders.
“I need you, and the other Archons, to take as many soldiers as you can and hunt down this imposter. Bring them to me so I can behead them in front of all of my acolytes!”
Then, Zhongli decides to question, still staring down and in the same kneeling position he started in.
“Isn't that a bit excessive, Your-”
They cut him off.
“Are you questioning my command?”
Zhongli swallows. While he wouldn't dare admit, he knows the truth.
“No, Your Grace.”
The Creator stops fanning themself and shuts their fan, eyes filled with an intense bloodlust.
“Then go, find me that imposter.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Zhongli leaves the throne room. He will find that ‘imposter’... and make sure they earn their rightful place at the seat of the Divine.
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The winds can carry secrets.
Yet those whispers always reach the ears of the Anemo Archon.
Whispers of an ‘imposter’ threatening the safety of the Creator.
But underneath, is a much quieter voice. One lost and waiting for someone to find it, and only that voice speaks the truth.
And when Venti hears it, he also hears the sound of a glass bottle shattering on the ground of the tavern.
Of course, Diluc hears it too and pauses on cleaning the wine glass in his hand.
“…You need to clean that up.”
Venti, still looking as if he saw a ghost, summons a small gust of wind to put the shattered glass into the trash.
“Why do you look so shocked?”
Venti hastily stands up from his barstool and starts to rush out the door.
“Sorry! Important Archon matters, you know how it is! Buh-bye!”
Venti flies out the door like wind before Diluc can finish his sentence.
“You didn’t– ugh.”
Venti weaves his way through the city and beelines to the Windrise Tree. If what he heard was really true, then the entirety of Teyvat would be flipped on its head.
He has to see it with his own eyes.
venti’s pov is partially inspired by @/yandere-3-sagau’s secret!creator series
A/N: yandere imposter Sagau… my minds literally infected with it right now. hear me out…
The imposter sits high upon the throne, adored and unquestioned, while Zhongli, ever faithful, ever devout, kneels at their feet. Whether he cannot see the truth or simply refuses to is a question even he dares not ask. Perhaps his subconscious has always known, perhaps acknowledging it would mean facing the weight of centuries of sin and guilt.
There was a time, long ago, when Zhongli spoke of the Creator with doubt, even distaste. A young god’s arrogance. A mistake he has since spent millennia correcting through devotion so absolute it borders on self-erasure. He knows he is still a man beneath the stone and contracts he surrounds himself with, still capable of failure. He commits sins quietly, rarely indulges temptation—until you. You arrive in this world by accident, a god only in origin, not in power. To you, Teyvat was once just a game; now it is mercilessly real. Your face, unchanged from birth, marks you as a blasphemy. A hunt begins, not for the truth, but for a monster wearing the Creator’s image. You are ridiculed, driven out, hunted like a witch.
Zhongli seeks the imposter with righteous certainty, eager to please his Creator by erasing the deception. And then he finds you. He knows, intellectually, that you are not who you claim to be. And yet when he looks at you, he does not see a monster, he sees the face he has worshipped for six thousand years. Sin crawls into him, slow and insidious, because he has never wished to kneel to another, least of all a heretic. And yet his hands shake when he tries to kill you. An act that should be easy, one he has committed countless times before, becomes impossible.
Whether delusion or desperation, Zhongli decides you are a test, a burden meant only for him, his cross to bear. After all, he is only a man—and man has always been in love with suffering.
He suffers when he looks at you and he suffers when he hides you. He suffers most when the world announces your death and relief floods him, sharp and disgusting, because he knows the truth: you are not dead. You are within his grasp, tucked away. When you finally awaken, there is no gentleness in the revelation, only the sudden, crushing certainty that no one is coming to save you.
As whispers spread that you still live, others who know the truth begin to move. The battle for you is not righteous. It is not kind and it is not fair. After all, there was a Helen before the war—but no one remembers her.
Only the outcome matters and it is the outcome you fear most.
