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the overview effect + sagau?

(note that this was written before I knew anything about the fountain archon quest, so expect furina slander)

specifically people of power, like the archons, or fatui harbingers, get them to see just how valuable human life is, how small it is, how fragile, how venerable, how ultimately insignificant everything is.

let them see your perspective, how the people of fontaine do not have a suitable archon, a joke for an archon, how the archon has openly said she’s bored with a real court case, how the dragon serves the nation, the questionable morals, ones that could potentially end lives, how it’s destroying the environment? how sumeru is willing to give everything for knowledge, how the archon, the protector of said nation, was inslaved? just how small inazuma is compared to the rest of the world how people were held captive, slaughtered, driven mad, all for a single vision? how the archon of Liyue forsaken his own nation, put his people in danger, and did nothing? How the people of Mondstate believe their archon has passed, how they were put in danger, excluding the high possibility of it, how the nation its self was put in danger with all the hilichurls constantly attacking, even when attacking the city head on, their “protecter” ignored it, when stormterror attacked, nothing, the archon has ignored his responsibility of archon. his duty.

there duty.

how human life must be protected at all costs.

(this was very quickly written down so I’d didn’t lose the idea so excuse my poor grammar(and the plot holes(?)i just wanted to carry the hate I have for the archons ignoring their responsibilities, and how some a random Outlander(just looking for their sibling)fixed their problems), excluding the fact it’s currently 12:39 AM on a school day for me😅, whoops, I’ll probably start write this in the morning or something, but sleep it is for now)

i- 😃what????

someone controlling ur body?????

the creator???????

am i losing my mind or is mihoyo/hoyoverse on to smt??????

SAGAU + NEUVILLETTE

Okay, SAGAU folks you do understand if Neuvillette is the hydro dragon,(I don’t think it’s been confirmed anyway, just hinted)and one of The original Seven Sovereigns at that,(vishaps also work)Neuvillette would be one of the most dedicated followers, like out ranking Zhongli, freaking Morax, one of the original seven archons!

Neuvillette would be around since some of the earliest days of Teyvat, has worshipped you since the dawn of his existence!

This is big for the SAGAU community.

THE SACRED TOUCH

what about streamer!reader who is renowned in the genshin community for having INSANE luck. (you once got 4 five stars in one pull)

Like I mean every single person who has ever even been so much as interested in the genshin community has heard of you,like I’m taking people who pay you irl money to pull for them, like I’m talking about you have SO MANY people simping over you, I’m talking people all over the world, I’m talking people reversing you as the primo god, I’m talking people filming themselves groveling, bowing and praying to a picture of you.

It’s just a natural phenomenon.

all your fellow streamer friends have you on their stream pulling for them, chat going crazy, and you get their desired character, in like 2 single pulls.

oh, and your luck doesn’t just depend on characters banner.

CONSCIENCE

I personally believe instead of your friend coming from a alternative world of genshin using their characters, they instead use your characters.

like instead of your friends character empty conscience, your friend instead controls your characters with their conscience.

(In cult au none of your characters like it, your blissful warm isn’t there, it’s just being unwilling controlled.)

(this isn’t a side note it’s just me being really excited, and wanting to share, but I just today(August 26)got yelan, and I’m just, AHHHH, I’m so happy)

RECREATION OF THE DIVINES

do you think genshin npc’s(like the shopkeeper)would try and recreate things your repeatedly seen wearing?

like already anything you’ve seen taking a like to is immediately sold out, it’s pretty much a shopkeepers best dream. You’d be set for life.

IRL CREATOR

What if the reader was the creator of genshin but like, IRL, like… ya’ know?

Reader has control of the story as well as we’re it’s going to go?

like choosing the VAs(voice actors)…

on the topic of VAs…(really what I wanted to talk about)

If the reader still has their phone when or if they’re transported into genshin, and the reader contacts on of the characters VAs…

how what they react?👀👀

the conversation would be the dumbest arguments ever, like go search up “genshin VAs funny moments”

“VIBE”

Gen-Z creator reader staying away from someone/something because “they’re/it’s vibes are off.”

If it’s a someone, they just get bashed into oblivion. Teyvats equivalent of getting cancelled.

if its something, Teyvat just straight up consumes it. Tevyat doesn’t want said something to displease you.

DRAWINGS

Creator reader who just draws everywhere.

like on people… said person would absolutely be honored and depending on just who, and how devoted they are the person would likely get it tattooed.

also they would sell for a killing.

HEADCANON: CHILDES FAMILY

I headcanon that childes family is very religious ( both in and out of SAGAU )

FILLED PLOT-HOLE

In ACTUAL self aware Genshin AU to prevent characters from finding out the truth teyvat takes the responsibility of blocking your voice when reader says something out-loud that could potentially spoil the plot.

what if reader put the sunglasses on when the character is asleep.

truly a gift of the divine.

SUNGLASSES

Troll reader/gen-z reader puts sunglasses on on of the serious characters.

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…if any of you get isakaied in to genshin sagau promise me you’ll do the above.

The character will think of it as a divine gift.

refusing to take it off.

SUNGLASSES

Troll reader/gen-z reader puts sunglasses on on of the serious characters.

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…if any of you get isakaied in to genshin sagau promise me you’ll do the above.

SUNGLASSES

Troll reader/gen-z reader puts sunglasses on the more serious characters.

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…if any of you get isakaied in to genshin sagau promise me you’ll do the above.

VENTI CAPABILITIES

While researching for my Genshin impact + SAGAU lore inculcation to better understand SAGAU, and how it would work if it actually were to exist.

I have just now come to the realization that not many people know WHY Barbatos has the queen gnosis,(including myself(past/2 minutes ago))the most important chess piece besides the king(you).

Barbatos is said to sense when someone says his name, regardless of place, being the avatar of wind and all that jazz.

Venti knows past, present and future songs.

He can speak to animals.(?)

For a better understanding of Ventis capabilities go to this post https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Lore/comments/11m6flz/archons_and_their_demon_names/

it’s where I came up with the idea, I was just have a difficult time explaining it without directly copying it. 

2AM SAGAU THOUGHT

would genshin characters get jealous of your phone

PRIDE OF POWER

Can you imagine the absolute pride the archons would go through if the creator has similar abilities to them. Because, in their mind the creator hand-picked them to have that ability.

The creator of life gave them 

Like, my take on the creator/OC is that one of their titles is ‘The All Seeing Eye’. One of Ei’s powers is an eye.

Can you just imagine the absolute pride said archon would have.

God forbid if you choose to have something air related, Venti would just brag. Constantly.💀💀Like the insufferable thing he is.(sorry venti lovers😅❤️)

Zhongli would be ‘secretly’ prideful, like he knew he would, it makes the most logical sense, the primordial one who created the planet would be interested in creation. 

While writing that I just had a thought, is that why Zhongli is believed to worship the creator the most, why he was so prideful in his youth? Because he was gifted the ability to carve and shape his nation to his wildest dreams? 

But anyways he would believe he was bragging secretly but it's obvious. 

But the bragging would be as playful teasing,(venti)and ‘subtle’ flexing, like he would create things more often, if you're really close he would ask if or when you plan on creating something-anything if he can watch. 

Zhongli is very quiet; he may ask questions if you're the peaceful/quiet type, but he’s just incredibly honored. 

Ei would be a mix of actually secretly prideful and honored. She would make sure this trusted blessing would not be wasted. Again.

Nahida would be SO happy and honored. Like Zhongli she would be aware, it is no secret the creator favors her. 

The lush and bountiful landscape that encompasses Sumeru. The rich harvest, every year without fail. It is simply undeniable the creator favors Sumeru.

Sorry if Nahidas seems out of place I couldn’t think of anything for her.😅

Oh and I’m currently working on ‘implanting’ SAGAU actually IN Genshin lore(reader is actual god AU)so it fits a bit more, so it might have kinda settled its way in to my ‘lazy’ writing.😅

Please stay tuned for it!😄

KIDS + SAGAU

Do you think the kids look up to creator reader?

Well- no.

So, the kids in Genshin impact. They definitely look up to creator reader.(at least in cult AU)

Like just imagine your parents/parental figure/guardian who has worshiped the creator for their entire life, naturally making said kid worship the creator. 

Your entire life you have worshiped the creator, and suddenly you meet them!?

Suddenly, you have the chance to meet the being your entire lineage has worshiped.

Suddenly, you have the opportunity to bask in your creator’s heavenly presence.

Suddenly, you are one of the very rare few who have met your god.

Suddenly you are one of the luckiest people to be alive. 

You were given a vision, basically recognition from the gods. Were born in the generation where the creator blessed the planet with their presence. You don’t have to experience the hardships the adults around you have endured, because the creator already fixed them!

AYAKA + SAGAU

So, Ayaka is pretty lonely due to her status, we have all established that.(girlie deserves better😞)

This has been on my mind for awhile, but anyways do you think Ayaka would be even more lonely thinking that the only person who would become friends with her is literally god.

Would Ayaka think that the only way to have friends is if that person is of higher status.

The only way she would be approached?

It doesn’t help that she can’t see her only friend much.

So overall would Ayaka be overjoyed that she befriended god, or would she be even more lonely?

FONTAINE + SAGAU

So, we all know, and are excited for Fontaine.

But… SAGAU Fontaine.

Fontaine is the most technologically advanced, as a direct consequence Fontaines air is(hinted)to be polluted.

So, understandably, Creator reader is a bit mad that Teyvats air is being polluted. 

A bit mad that the archon of Fontaine is doing nothing to help and or find a way to help THEIR planet.

A bit mad that the people of Fontaine are not doing anything to help and or find a way to help THEIR planet.

A bit mad that Fontaine is sacrificing the wellbeing of their planet over boosting mankind up a bit, and they dare say that they did this to impress them?! 

When the archon of said nation was slacking off when reader wasn’t around!?

Yeah. 

Scratch “a bit mad” off.

The Creator is pissed.

First time reblogging, kinda nervous.. But the creator demanded it so here we go.. Great story btw!

Life no. 7 - [pt.1]

genshin x sagau!bard!reader

tw: brief mention of death

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A performer, a traveler, a bard. How peculiar you have become.

[prologue] - [next]

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You kicked your feet back and forth from your perch atop a merchant’s carriage, grinning as you caught your first few glimpses of the city of Mondstadt. It shone in the center of Cider Lake like a crown, the many windmills chugging along, blades pushed by the invisible hand of the wind.

“Having fun, huh,” the carriage driver chuckled, grinning at your clear excitement, “You’re a kätzlein, aren’t ya? You from here?”

“Nope,” you chirped, “I get it from my mom, I think. I’m actually from Snezhnaya.”

The driver whistled in surprise.

“Snezhnaya! You’re real far from home!”

You nodded, admiring the way the wind blew through the grass. You weren’t lying about not being from Mondstadt, at least. The anemo vision on your hip glowed beautifully in the sun, the blank vision next to it dull and cloudy.

Your Snezhnayan anemo vision was courtesy of your double, but the blank one…well, that was a much longer story.

Not one you were willing to think about now.

“Should I play some music? We’ll be there in a song or two’s time, I’m sure.”

“Oh, please do,” the driver said, grinning gratefully, “you know your music is always well appreciated.”

With that, you opened your fiddle’s intricate wooden case, lifting it gently from the velvet-lined box. It had cost you a small fortune back in Sumeru, having been brought there from Fontaine, but it was worth it.

You played a few notes as a test, but everything seemed to be in tune. With that, you held the fiddle up and began to play a cheery working song.

The whole world seemed to pause to listen as you played, the notes carried far and wide by the wind. You never had the musical talent on earth that you did now. You assumed that Teyvat itself guided your hands and your voice, teaching you the fiddle in a matter of days and aiding your voice where you would usually falter.

The driver began whistling to the tune. The horses, encouraged by your playing, seemed less exhausted. The hilichurls and slimes nearby followed your caravan for a short while before going back to their homes, drawn forth and pacified by your music.

You had learned to channel your magic after all, it seemed, through singing and the playing of instruments.

…

It took exactly three songs to reach the city, not two like you had thought.

…

You thanked the driver, as well as the merchant, for agreeing to take you along with them, before leaving the group and beginning to wander around the city of the wind.

The people of Mondstadt were quite friendly. Less so when they noticed your vision and realized where you were from, but still welcoming to an extent. It was only fair, considering that the vast majority of Snezhnayans in the city were part of the Fatui, but still uncalled for.

After wandering the city for quite a bit of time, you made your way back to the fountain in the center of the city. You smiled to the young girl who was tossing coins into the water, setting down your things, resting your hat upside down on the ground by your feet, and once again opening up your case.

The intricate appearance of the violin case, as well as the instrument itself, drew attention from a few passerby. You breathed deeply, soothing your nerves, before beginning to play.

It became clear to you that you shouldn’t have worried at all about playing in the middle of the town plaza.

Your playing was as beautiful as always.

The song carried throughout the plaza, drawing the attention of most everyone nearby. The pigeons nearby settled on the buildings closest to you, leaning forward to hear better. The flowers growing in the windows and balconies of the buildings nearby seemed to sway to the music, perking up and almost seeming to grow faster. Quite a few people slowed down too, listening appreciatively and occasionally dropping some mora into your hat.

As you performed, you thought back to your first visit to Mondstadt.

It was much less pleasant, to say the least.

You had been chased out of the city within thirty minutes. The guards were probably weighing the pros and cons of running through the large crowd with their weapons drawn, but clearly they had made up their minds pretty quickly.

You had gone with them at first. You were more than willing to comply with them in the beginning, hoping that there was just some sort of misunderstanding. Once you realized just how much danger you were in, though, you ran.

You had gone to Liyue next, then Inazuma, then you passed through Liyue again and made your way to Sumeru.

Where, of course, you had almost died, and here you were now.

Minus half of your hand, sadly, but you were still alive, at the very least.

You flexed your wooden fingers, continuing to play your fiddle. Considering the money that had been tossed into your hat, you would most likely be able to find somewhere to stay the night within the city. You might even be able to afford a nice meal for yourself.

You continued to play until one of the other bards in the city chased you off, as the fountain was apparently ‘his’ spot to play. Still, you probably needed a break anyways, so there weren’t any hard feelings.

You made your way over to Good Hunter, ordering a plate of Sticky Honey Roast and sitting down. It was far too much food to eat by yourself, especially considering your shrunken stomach, but you managed regardless.

You sat there for a while afterwards, trying to plan what to do next.

Goth Hotel was fully booked by the Fatui, you recalled, so you wouldn’t be able to stay there. You could always camp outside of the city, but you would prefer to spend the night under a roof with running water, so that was out.

Unable to recall anywhere to stay from your encyclopedic memory of the lore of Teyvat, you decided to go to the Angel’s Share and ask around there.

…

The drunks at the Angel’s Share, unfortunately enough, were much less welcoming than the general public. One glance at the vision on your hip and they would ignore you for the rest of the night, occasionally glowering at you from across the tavern.

You were quite certain that you had Diluc’s hatred for the Fatui to blame for that. After all, it would only make sense that people who agreed with his sentiments would flock to the place.

Your fluffy ears twitched sadly, your tail drooping. You would have to yell at your double later for not only giving you a Snezhnayan vision, but also for giving you cat ears. It was humiliating.

You sat down at the bar, getting a drink for yourself and planning your next move. Sure, you could camp outside the city and return in the day for money, but you had been camping in the wilderness for weeks at this point, and you were quite tired of it. Maybe there was another hotel somewhere nearby..?

“Aha,” someone called, interrupting your thoughts. You turned, only to see…

Mona..?

“Just as I thought,” she said, a proud smile on her face, “I knew you would be here. Your arrival was written in the stars.”

You blanked. Mona, Mona… of course you recognized her, you could recognize any of the playable characters, but you didn’t know all too much about her. She was an astrologist, and you had seen memes about her being broke, but other than that? Nothing. You didn’t know what to expect.

“Ah, hello,” you greeted her nervously, tail flicking back and forth, “who might you be?”

“I,” she started, puffing up in pride, “am Astrologist Mona Megistus, but you may call me Mona. Of course, you already know that.”

Oh, she knew.

You gave her your best pleading look, silently begging her to shut up and go somewhere more private to talk.

She either didn’t notice, or she actively ignored you.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you, and I’m sure that you feel the same way,” she continued on, “I’m certain that with our abilities combined, we—”

“Oh, you’re a fan of my music?”

You stared at her with desperation clear in your eyes. Just play along, you screamed internally at her, please just play along so I don’t die.

“Uh—yes..?”

You smiled warmly at her, grasping her hands in yours while quickly building a role to play in your head.

“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet a fan! I didn’t expect to have any yet, since I’ve only just started performing!”

She nodded, clearly trying to act natural. Luckily nearly everyone in the tavern was drunk already, and wouldn’t notice more subtle expressions.

“Yes, I…I like your work quite a bit. I’d like to discuss it with you, actually, but I fear it might be a bit too rowdy in here.”

Oh thank gods, you thought, trying not to visibly deflate in relief, thank whatever gods are out there.

“Sure! Do you have any place in mind?”

“Oh…” Mona paused awkwardly, trying to think of something, “how about…we just…take a walk around the city? It’s quite beautiful when the sun starts to set.”

You nodded, following her out of the crowded tavern and into the city streets. The two of you entered a small empty alleyway as soon as you could.

You sighed in relief, heart beating heavily as you leaned against one of the alley walls.

“Oh my god, I thought I was going to die,” you whimpered out, breathing deeply, “please never do that again.”

“But…no one would ever dare to harm you, Your Grace,” Mona said, staring at you in confusion, “is that why you decided to take up a glamour to hide your true form as well?”

“Did you ever hear about the impostor?”

“Ah—of course!” She puffed up in self-importance, “everyone heard about them, the mortal who dared to steal the face of a god. You ordered the Archons to hunt them down and punish them for their crimes.”

“Mona,” you said, your voice somewhat strained, “that was me. The person who says they’re the creator—they’re lying. They almost got me murdered.”

Mona stared at you in disbelief.

The city of Mondstadt truly was beautiful today. The setting sun painted the buildings and the clouds in shades of yellow and red, the chatter of the crowds almost musical if you listened closely.

A gust of wind blew through the alleyway, blowing Mona’s hair into her face. But how could the wind be so gentle, so soft, now that she knew what had happened?

The astrologists originated from a friend of the original Creator. They had taught their friend everything that they knew about the stars, laying bare the secrets of the universe in front of their eyes.

Forever indebted to the Creator for their teachings, the astrologists had a sacred duty to protect the Creator and all of their creations, no matter the cost.

There were tales of astrologists who had parted seas, crumbled mountains, calmed tempests, all in the name of the Creator and their people.

Mona had failed in her sacred duty. Spectacularly.

“Hey—wait, are you—no, stop crying! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you—”

Mona pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapped around you with all of her strength. Muffled sobs came from her shaking form.

Reluctantly, uncertainly, you wrapped your arms around her, stroking her back in a way you hoped was comforting.

“I failed you,” she gasped out. It seemed like the only thing she could say, repeating it over and over.

“Hey—no, you didn’t fail me, I—you didn’t even know! It’s okay!”

She shook her head, utterly despondent.

“I…I cannot go on knowing this, knowing I have so horribly failed in my duties. Please, punish me in whatever way you see fit. I would die in order to pay this debt.”

“That—I can’t do that, I—,” you paused for a moment, thinking to yourself, “actually, I can think of something.”

Pulling away from you, she stared at the cobbled floor at your feet, nodding silently.

“I…well, this is embarrassing, but I don’t exactly have a place to stay since all the hotels are full,” you said sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head. Mona looked up at you expectantly.

“Do you think…I might be able to stay with you..?”

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Notes: Yaurssss,,,,,,, more writing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, inshallah I hope u enjoyed

Maybe I’ll make a playlist for this fic too, who knows lmao 👀 also fun fact! This fic’s original name was Tiny Mirrors, named after a song by AJJ. Also, the reader is kätzlein as a further reference to the fic’s current namesake.

Memories Of A Life Never Lived (Why Am I Worth Your Love?)

Starshine glimmer in dark oceans, the flicker of familiarity that truly made no sense yet still persistently existed. He does not linger on the memories he knows are not his, and yet they surface in his mind time and time again. He tips his head, bowing his head in submission as he is pressed onto satin sheets. He does not understand the ramifications of his remembrance, but he falls back into its embrace, willingly drinking from the truth that only he knows. He moans your name, gratitude lacing his every word and love flowing in his veins. Breathless whines and keening whimpers at the feeling of butterfly kisses across his skin, his eyes glazing in ecstasy. His mind falls, pleading and sobbing into quicksand, drowning in the memories that are not his, and yet they are all the same.

Each person he sees, he knows, is him, and yet he can not fathom how. For each iteration of his being has you by his side, steadfast and ever loving. His mind and his body wars with the other, pleasure overtaking the confusion blooming in his mind. His breath stutters, catching in his throat as he lets out a quiet but heaving sob. Tears glimmer in his eyes, beading on his eyelashes like the first of morning's dew. And for a moment, his world whites out, silence echoing in his ears like the death knell that he remembers hearing but never experiencing. When he comes to, he waits for a moment to catch his breath, and he smiles up at you. Wistful and longing and far too knowing.

The one who survives in the face of time and the tides of the seasons, and the one who lives and dies and lives again, to be mortal and not. They are doomed to fail, but that is the price of a live that was never meant to be. For eternity, they are sworn, but it is a tale of heartbreak and an ache soul deep.

Glory To The Faithful (The World Screams In Its Anguish)

His hands twitched, his skin rubbed red and raw, his breaths escaping his chest with a rasping wheeze. Apologies carved into his chest as he claws at his arms, the stain of gold stark on his skin. He had not left the cell in days, scrubbing at the stone bricks in vain. Glowing faintly in the dark, he sobs tearless cries at the cruel reminder of his mistakes, as the waters bleed crimson. His blood over his God's, though now he began to doubt his claim of fervent devotion, he has no right, but he is far too greedy to offer its sacrifice just yet. Cradling his vision close, bloody streaks tracing the engraved constellation he knew was his, proof of his status even if he were to fall from grace. Memories with jagged edges that tear and spill open the truths he wished not to see. Iron to his eyes and thread through his lips, he can not hear and no longer can he feel, penance for his sins. A warden of a prison that holds only one. He burns alone, deep beneath the dark waters.

Judge, Jury, Executioner (Applause For The Fall Of A God)

The silence hangs heavy as though the guillotine was raised over his own neck at the sight of pooling blues that shine with a gleam of gold. Eyes glazed and unseeing, pinpricks of starshine glow dimming to shadows of the abyss. The world slows down as panic grows, steadily until it all bursts. The first scream brings about a waterfall of regret and fury. He falls to his knees, his hand reaching out as his vision blurs. His soul was being torn apart. He knew he was forsaken. He had not stricken the final blow, but he had allowed it to fall. He was as guilty as the criminals he once sentenced to the dark prisons below the waters.

He couldn't hear the distorted wailing that echoed through the walls or feel rough hands desperately shaking his unresponsive body as he stared at the corpse, no doubtedly ice cold by now, lay quiet and still at his feet. He hears the faint rumble of a storm gathering outside, the world responding to his grief as the rain begins to pour. Mercury silver raindrops puddling on the roads in murky, muddled blues. At last, his heart can not take the guilt, the agony, and he collapses. His only thought to be allowed to never wake, to be free from the guilt and blood of his God staining his hands like the coward he was, to grovel at the feet of his God like the sinner, once beloved, he is.

Exalted By Eternal Sanctity (The Ephemeral Heavens Deem It Sin)

Pretty little thing

Desperate for a favor

A glance or a graze

Your adoration is adorable

It's almost enough to give in

You would accept anything wouldn't you?

Whether it be punishment or praise

It's all the same to you

Anything for attention

For the drug that you covet  

Where is your pride?

Your dignity?

Have you lost it all for me?

Addicted to my presence

Your desperation clouds your gaze

And makes you all the more willing for me

Such a pitiful little thing

So pliable and sweet

Yet nothing more than

A sinner who craves piety

Monstrous Devotion (It Will Devour You Whole)

Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.

Desperation 

You remember it well

How it sparked your blood

And got it to run

How it tasted of bitter and tang

Much like the sting of blood

You remember how it kept you alive

Made your nerves so sensitive 

It prickled with every breeze

Every slight disturbance

How it kept your sleep light

And your dreams even lighter

Even now as you watch

The archons who adorn your body

With the most precious of gems

And the rarest of treasures 

They who once tried to shed your blood

To water their blade

You see the warriors of each nation

Who tried to rend your soul from your body

Attend your every need 

Degrading themselves as objects

As lesser than human

To try and exalt you higher

You feel more than you hear

As you watch once beloved characters

Stain themselves with sin

Desperation of their own

Rising to the surface

Their desperation is monstrous 

Predator to prey

Your own desperation has not waned

It has only grown

Writhing under your skin

Fueled by fine jewelry 

Silken clothes

And bloodstained manic smiles

Your forgiveness is not sincere

It is learned

Through a lifetime of pain

Of a death so vivid

You're desperate to stay alive

You are willing to do anything

But what once kept you safe

Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow

You already know this

Alarm bells ringing

With every minute move

But it's far too late

You're stuck in puppet motions

That are to never cease

Until the life drains from your eyes

Desperation made you learn to survive

And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you

Freedom's Blessings (Leave Behind Broken Chains)

@sagau-my-beloved, here it is! I tried to send it through an ask and failed. I got an error message instead? So I'm tagging through a post instead.

Where lightning ceases

The earth shall guard 

Where geo can not follow

The wind shall accompany 

It is a faithful companion 

That tells of stories and songs

From places and times long past

By your side he forms

Cheerful and bright 

Loving and sweet

Though it seems honey thick

Desperate and latching

Your presence is like water

A substance they cannot live without 

Or perhaps pooling blood

That seeps into every crack

Sealing it tight

Leaving an aftertaste 

That reeks of addiction 

Perhaps you'd think it of a warning

Were it not so innocent 

His joy is infectious 

And his charm irresistible 

Ignore the danger lurking

He is of no harm to you

A tamed pet for your eyes alone

Enrapture his gaze 

And direct his blade

Change how the winds should blow

And he shall bend to your command

He is yours 

So won't you be kind?

Even those who stand the trial of time

Can be even more frail than those who fall

Cherish his heart 

And the world is yours