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Dottorenation I'm gonna be gone for a few days (I know, you'll all miss me so much) so if you get a dottore craving in the meantime shoot me an ask or comment any ideas you want me to do >:)

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Prime (omega build) <3 (WIP!)

My pookie <33 I might come back to actually render this one at some point (not too happy w the color rn tbh). I haven't drawn in a bit so I'm a bit rusty lol. Originally it was supposed to give the vibe of a portrait painting (to be hung in like a mansion or something) and he was supposed to be holding his claymore but it's gonna have to wait until I finish my nap. Then I'll let the council (impostor syndrome, art block and the ick™) decide if I wanna actually finish a proper "piece" for once.

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As an (occasional) artist I appreciate that Dottore's mask covers pretty much all of his face. No need to figure out eyes and eyebrows! >:3

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Dottore definitely keeps slimes in conditions not really fit for them because he needs them for experiments. Just... dozens of tiny slimes in jars.

Slime cruelty.

So may I suggest this. Daily commission in Snezhnaya: set free Dottore's slimes.

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Enjoy this sketch dump

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Dottore when he remembers he's not a real doctor

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Hello ! I have been following your account for a while and totally in love with your theories and headcannons <3 I’m wondering if it’s possible to make a few headcannons about Dottore working out at the gym ?

Omg thank you so much!! It really means a lot <33 I love feeding fellow Dottore fans with whatever they desire. Here you go pookie, just for you.

🤍Il Dottore workout headcanons🤍

Slightly ooc and silly btw! Also I'm not that into fitness so excuse any awkward wording or mistakes (I run a Dottore fanblog, it's shocking if I leave the house more than once a week).

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Despite being mostly known for his intellectual abilities, Dottore also prides himself on his combat abilities. He is well educated on the topic of human anatomy and fitness. Being The Doctor he is responsible for creating the Fatui soldiers' training guide, maximizing each new recruit's progress toward becoming a worthy soldier. He is also likely behind creating and guiding the harbingers' workouts and combat training, focusing on each of their strengths and weaknesses to create truly powerful beings.

While he does spend most of his time on his research, Dottore is aware he can't skip out on his physical form. That's why he created a specialized workout schedule. His main focus was making sure it doesn't eat up too much of his time (he is a VERY busy man) while getting him ready for a variety of situations. I believe his main goal would be building strength and cardio with a healthy mix of flexibility.

If the leaks are to be believed he wields a claymore, which requires some intense core and arm strength so he'd put in some effort to be able to maneuver it effectively. This would include the standard combat training (most likely with specialized dummies, robots or unlucky segments) but also working with weights and agility training. From the in-game model we can tell he works most on his arms, shoulders, core and chest.

Another important component would be cardio. This helps him keep in shape and monitor his physical well being. It also helps him gtfo if a situation becomes too risky even for him. Most of this is realized with him just running on a treadmill or a similar exercise.

Lastly, he would likely practice some form of flexibility training to aid in his combat (and keep away the back pain). He definitely does some form of yoga, which doubles as an opportunity to do some meditation or pondering™ on his latest experiment.

He prefers to do these workouts alone, likely having a specialized gym in his lab. If he is away or can't access a private spot he will have his guards empty a room for it. He even designed a portable gym setup with the essentials that he brings on missions so he doesn't fall behind.

One time Childe suggested the Doctor show him how to do an exercise on his plan (believing that he'd be able to get a sparring match with a 2nd harbinger out of it) and he hit him with a death stare that could kill a man trough the mask. The poor kid decided to avoid him from then on.

He wouldn't be caught dead working out with other people if he can help it. He sees his body as sacred and it's upkeep is a very private matter to him. If he went to a modern gymbro type gym he'd most likely fake his own death and flee the country (or planet).

He is also one of those psychopaths that workout without headphones or music.

In contrast the segments don't adhere to a strict workout schedule, seeing as their bodies are constructed with combat in mind. Nevertheless they use working out as a way to relax after a mentally taxing period or as bonding with other segments. The younger segments have occasional fights and bets between each other in who's better at a certain sport or activity, usually settled by dropping everything to go measure just who's best.

The segments also have a more fun approach when it comes to taking care of their "bodies". Depending on their personality, some are very open to trying different disciplines and games. One of the teenage segments is actually surprisingly good at horseback riding (one time had a silent hour long race with Kaeya while riding around Mondstadt. They never learned who the other was, but will continue to praise their abilities when reminiscing). Some older segments find never ending joy in exercise tapes and even filmed their own (strictly controlled to make sure it never leaks).

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Thank you for reading and a HUGE thank you to whoever sent the ask <3 It really does mean a lot to see support for my content and I love receiving ideas on what I should cover. I hope this satisfies your Dottore gym urges well enough and sorry it took a while. I didn't post for a bit these days because I'm working on something kinda big but I'm not sure if I'll post it so don't get your hopes up please (a bit of a perfectionist so if it's not perfect it'll never see the light of day). In conclusion, I love getting asks so if there's ANYTHING you wanna share or suggest please do so. I really don't judge.

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We don't talk about Dottore's mullet enough and frankly I consider that a crime.

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Dottore loves cedevita, he drinks it everyday. He is cedevitamaxxing.

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Arlecchino would get into fistfights with parents who "unschool" their kids.

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Btw dottorenation I finished my first fanfic! I posted it earlier but I think it might not show up for some people because it's tagged as mature so if you're interested in that go to my masterlist! It's 18+ tho so please keep that in mind :)

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Litte theory about the segment(s) and Scaramouche after the Sumeru archon quets. Do you think that the surviving segment (or any other hidden dotties) still remember him? My line of thinking is that he erased himself trough Irminsul, but that means anyone who isn't connected to it remains unaffected (the traveller). Well since Dottore's whole thing is being a heretic I think there's a chance that his segments aren't connected to it at all meaning the memories remain. What do you think?

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I think Dottore might be ambidextrous. While we haven't seen him having a preference for one hand over another I have a little headcanon that he was born left handed but it was forced out of him by his parents/the akademiya because it was seen as blasphemous (as was practiced irl until the past 50 years or so). So while using the left comes naturally to him, he still internalized using the right or at the very least embraced the advantage of being able to use both.

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The setup - Il Dottore x GN! reader

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Summary: The Fatui have always considered security a top priority, especially in matters concerning the harbingers and their work. The research facility where the 2nd performed most of his experiments was no exception. Everything from the employees to the architecture was meticulously controlled and vetted for any possible flaws to prevent leaks. And yet...

Pairing: Il Dottore/GN! reader (they/them used for reader), oneshot

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI!

Wordcount: 2,960

Content warnings: graphic sexual content, non-con, coercion, oral sex, anal sex, hair cutting, threats, fingering, reader dies (implied off screen), probably ooc

a/n: First time posting a legit fanfic publicly so kinda nervous. Hope I did everything right, please let me know how I did and if I missed anything (especially tags)!! Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any content listed above

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When news first started spreading of a mole at the labs the Doctor wrote it off as just chatter. Something to keep the masses' lunches more entertaining. Even when a terrified agent came to inform him of the situation he wasn't fazed. His security plan was thoroughly inspected by himself personally and he saw no flaw in it. Surely this was just a strange coincidence and nothing that should occupy his mind.

Then the frequency and significance of the data increased. This was bad. With the documents nearly exposing the plan to create a god to the masses the situation could no longer be ignored. Even Pierro's security staff took note of how serious the situation had grown and urged Dottore to do something...

Y/n wasn't a spy by trade. They spent most of their younger years doing odd jobs for people around their city to help their parents make ends meet. While it wasn't the best situation for a child to grow up with they managed to build a large arsenal of skills in many areas that they honed by the time they grew into an adult. They could never quite settle for one job or another and quickly ended up getting more and more dangerous offers. Teyvat was nearing a crisis. With the many events going on at the same time across the seven regions people became desperate and more willing to discard morality for personal gain.

Many clients approached y/n offering larger and larger sums in exchange for their services. "Missing" or forged documents, valuables, dirt on their competitors, whatever they needed y/n would deliver without being seen. When an agent of a new anonymous client offered a generous sum for leaking Fatui documents they felt confident. While the target was higher profile than usual, it wasn't something y/n hadn't already experienced. Just another organisation who wants their head on a platter, nothing new.

Their fears were quelled even further when the client provided them with exact blueprints and means to infiltrate the facility. And so y/n spent the next few months disguised as a maintenance worker at the lab, slowly passing along the information the buyer requested. There were some close calls along the way, but the plan continued steadily with a few adjustments from time to time. Until that day.

Y/n was performing a routine re-calibration of a heating unit, a skill they had picked up as a kid. As they were checking the components for any damage they listened in to a conversation on the upper floor. The pipes and tunnels that were needed for their "job" were excellent transmitters of sound so with some straining they were able to pick up on any information needed.

"The sages are getting nervous. Our department is behind on deadlines by at least a week. You should be aware of how important it is for us to finish this project before the people catch on." a stern voice rang in y/n's ears. From their information it belonged to the lead administrator talking to a subordinate "Yes sir, we're on the verge of a breakthrough. We just need to crunch some last-minute numbers and-" the administrator cut him off "I don't care about the minutia. Have the files on my desk by midnight and I'll review them in the morning." he concluded the meeting and walked off.

It was just the information y/n needed. From the communication with their client y/n knew that they were getting extremely close to getting that last piece of information. While they never got too personally invested in their work, they took interest in the Fatui's plan. What in the world could be so secretive and important to warrant this kind of money just to get it out in the world. Y/n decided to hold off on dwelling on it too long. This just might be the break they need to wrap up this job and return home with the mora. Unnecessary worrying will only distract them and risk exposure or worse.

Knowing the window of time they had to gather the documents y/n devised a plan. By meddling with the air circulation unit they could cause excess heat to gather in desired rooms. The scientists working at these laboratories, used to working in well-conditioned environments coupled with the stress of the encroaching deadline would immediately call maintenance to resolve the issue. It's an unspoken agreement that the researchers take advantage of any downtime to go on their well-deserved breaks they've been denied for weeks now so the entire section of the building would be left empty for y/n to rummage around in.

When the time came the plan went off as expected. Y/n received a call from an exhausted sounding researcher who practically begged them to come do something about the temperature in the building. By the time they gathered their tools and arrived at the location most of the staff had already cleared out to get some air. They waved off the remainder and began to work. First they remotely switched off the blasting heat and redirected it outside. Then they focused on the target. The administrator's office was right in the middle of the corridor. Y/n entered it and immediately noticed the folder labelled CLASSIFIED, sitting neatly on a desk. They made a grab for it when the hairs on their neck stood up. They weren't alone.

From a corner in their blindspot they heard a low chuckle and a door slam behind them. "So. It seems I've finally captured my mole." Y/n turned to see The Doctor standing behind them with a confident expression on his face. "Don't look so shocked. You knew I'd catch you eventually." In the time they'd spent at the facility y/n never interacted with the man. From gossip they knew the man to be a rather reclusive, yet dangerous type. Knowing the direness of the situation y/n desperately combed the man's expression hoping to find any hint of weakness they might exploit to get out of whatever might come next. They didn't find any.

"Your actions count as treason toward the Tsaritsa and could result in your execution. I'm sure you're aware of that though." the man stepped closer and tilted his head, examining the captured spy. "Before I decide on your fate however. I must compliment your methods. This building has some of the highest security in all of Teyvat and yet you've managed to not only infiltrate it, but stay practically undetected for months. May I ask how you came to know so much about this facility?" Y/n stood frozen in fear for a moment before replying "I was able to acquire the necessary documents directly from my client. How they got them I couldn't tell you." The doctor nodded "And the little stunts you pulled to get your hands on my research? Did the client provide those as well?" Weighing their options y/n answered honestly. They've got no loyalty to the person who got them into this mess so might as well see where this leads "They provided me with some known flaws in the system, but I came up with ways of exploiting them sir." "Fascinating. And who is this client of yours? They must be quite the spender to get someone like you to come to a place like this."

The door swung open and an unfamiliar man entered. "I should have known you had something to do with this, Regrator." The doctor remarked with a soured expression. The man smiled with an almost artificial warmth "Ah, doctor. I see you've met y/n. Quite the cunning one aren't they?" "What is the meaning of this? Do you know how big of a security risk this is?" Though the mask obscured his face, the doctor's angered gaze could burn a hole trough it "Just a precaution my dear, nothing more. I was asked by Pierro to test the security before the final stretch so everything could go according to plan." Dottore sighed with a frustrated disbelief.

"And you played your part perfectly y/n. Truly a shame. You could've been a great asset to our cause, had the circumstances been different." Y/n's heart sunk. This was a setup. "I had been considering finding a way to officially recruit you once this mission was over, but alas. You aren't the most loyal type. My sources say that nobody matches your prowess for getting your nose in other people's business. Unfortunately it seems your devotion is only to mora, isn't it?" Pantalone approached y/n and bent to look in their eyes "reports of doing business with someone one day and robbing them in the name of a rival the next. It's for the best we took care of you." He turned around to face the doctor once again "We'll discuss your performance at tomorrow's meeting. I'm sure Pierro won't be happy to hear how close a common spy for hire was to getting their hands on our plans." His tone was playful with a barely detectable hint of hostility toward the doctor. He continued to the exit, stopping in the door as he was about to leave "Oh and as for y/n. Dispose of them as you see fit. I have no further use for them. See you tomorrow, Doctor." he added before closing the door behind him.

Y/n and Dottore stood in a tense silence listening the regrator's footsteps disappear in the hallway. The doctor was seething with anger. How could he let this happen? He thought his plan was foolproof but was somehow outsmarted by a regular mercenary? And now he'll be neck deep in trouble with Pierro for almost revealing the project to all of Teyvat. He turned to observe y/n who was barely keeping themself together in anticipation of their inevitable execution.

He approached y/n slowly, weighing his options for how to deal with them for this insolence. Death would be too swift and kind of a punishment for the amount of shit they'd gotten him in. He circled them like a predator evaluating it's prey before stopping right behind them. Y/n was too scared to turn and look at him, their heartbeat skyrocketing as they tried desperately to steady their breathing.

"Before I release you from this realm, I've decided to be kind enough to teach you a little lesson in knowing your place. Perhaps it'll aid you towards making better decisions in your next life." Dottore now stood directly behind y/n, gliding his hands along their shoulders. His grip was gentle but still conveyed the threat of a violent end if they chose to fight it. One of his hands retreated to grab something from his pocket.

The doctor began playing with y/n's hair, softly petting it and moving it around. "What are you doing?" Y/n mustered the courage to ask "Spare me your foolish questions. I thought it was obvious." The doctor replied with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Y/n felt a tug on the end of a lock for a moment before a blade sliced it clean off their scalp. The doctor hummed with amusement before continuing to cut y/n's hair at the root. Horrified at the sudden realization of what was happening y/n started to silently cry, their carefully built facade of confidence finally chipping.

After a few silent minutes interspersed with choked back sobs Dottore stepped back to admire his work. Y/n's head hung low in embarrasment, their shoulders covered in hair that the doctor had cut from their head. "Truly a miserable sight" Dottore remarked, moving closer to observe y/n's face. Trying to save any dignity they had left y/n tried to dodge his gaze, turning their head away in shame. The doctor simply placed the tip of his dagger under their chin and gently guided them to face him once more. Y/n's once stern face was now covered in tears, their whole body shaking with fear and anticipation of what might come next.

"Good. Now let's see if I can squeeze out any more use from you before I hand you off for good." the doctor took a step back before commanding "Get on your knees." Y/n's eyes widened at the request, but sensing the unspoken threat they complied. Once they were kneeling on the ground, their hands gently placed on their thighs the doctor slowly approached. He placed his gloved hand on their tear-stained face, stroking it gently. His other hand undid his belt, revealing his erect cock. The hand on their cheek slowly moved behind y/n's head, slowly pushing them towards it.

"I'm assuming you're intelligent enough to know what I expect." Dottore remarked. Y/n took a shaky breath before reaching for his cock with one hand and gently guiding it toward their mouth. Their lips made contact with the head, kissing it gently before giving it a slow lick. They continued downward, making sure to coat the whole length in saliva before returning to the tip and placing it in their mouth. His cock felt warm on their tongue, twitching as it slid deeper down. Y/n slowly slid it in and out of their mouth, taking it deeper each time until the tip hit their throat and the whole penis rested in their mouth "Good. Just like that." the doctor commented under his breath.

Dottore let out a satisfied sigh before slowly thrusting in and out of y/n's throat, setting the pace he expected to be pleasured at. Y/n complied, obediently sucking him off as best they could. The pace started off slow before speeding up until they could hardly breathe. Their hand desperately grabbed at the man's leg trying to steady themself. Each time the tip reached the back of their throat they choked for a bit, skipping a few desperately needed breaths. It was all becoming too much. After a few minutes of this the doctor slammed his whole length deep inside y/n's mouth, his hand holding their head in place before cumming down their throat. Y/n almost threw up at the sudden taste as Dottore pulled out and let the remaining load coat their face in thick drops.

He smiled, turning y/n's face with his hand to appreciate the sight from all angles. The sperm mixing with tears on their face was a most beautiful sight he wanted to engrave in his memory to keep forever. Y/n finally gathered the courage to tear their eyes from the floor, looking up at the man. They tried to read his expression, but came up short. The only thing they could gather is that he wasn't done with them just yet.

The doctor walked over to the desk and swept all it's contents to the floor with one swift motion of his hand. Piles of paper spilled all over the ground, coating it in a layer of white. He motioned for y/n to come to him and they complied. Despite their knees almost failing them they managed to walk over to the doctor. He patted the wooden surface "on all fours please." He added in an almost delighted tone. Despite their whole body begging them to disobey y/n gathered what strength they had and climbed onto the table with their hands and knees barely supporting their shaking body.

Dottore walked over to y/n's back and started to gently caress their ass before giving it a playful smack. He once again grabbed it, running his thumb along their inner thigh before stepping closer and removing their pants. He observed their shivering figure as he wetted his fingers with his spit and began to coat y/n's hole with the saliva. Y/n braced themself as he slowly entered, sliding his finger in and out slowly before adding more digits, stretching the hole more and more. When he was satisfied with his work he slowly removed them before placing one hand on y/n's hip and guiding his erect cock in with the other. Y/n whimpered softly as his tip penetrated their hole. Dottore placed his other hand on the other side of their hips and began to slowly thrust.

The cock slid in and out of their hole at a steady pace, gradually going deeper before he was fully inserted. Y/n had fully lost their composure at this point, desperately gripping the edge of the desk and loudly moaning from Dottore's cock hitting their sensitive spots at just the right angle. They were embarrased to admit it, but the way he was thrusting into them felt incredible, building with each pump into them.

Sounds of bodies hitting each other at an increasing speed dominated the room, mixing with y/n's moans and Dottore's occasional grunts. Soon enough y/n had reached their limit, arching their back while taking him in as deep as they could before an intense orgasm ripped trough their body, causing their arms to give way. They fell forward onto the desk and Dottore quickly pressed down on their neck with one hand as he kept them in place to continue fucking their hole. Not long after he came as well, making sure to do so as deep inside as he could.

With a satisfied sigh he pulled out, causing some fluid to leak out of y/n's hole. He redid his pants and fixed his messy blue hair. Y/n sat up on the desk, looking up in shame. Dottore smiled at them before petting their cheek once again. Too tired to resist y/n closed their eyes and leaned into the touch. Suddenly they felt a prick on their shoulder. Their eyes shot open just in time to see the doctor pulling out a syringe he'd inserted moments before. Immediatley y/n started to feel drowsy as the chemicals mixed into their blood and overtook all the adrenaline that was keeping them alert. "Don't worry, I'm sure your body will be of great benefit to our research."

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Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think of my first (published) fanfiction. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'll definitely try to write more, but don't expect more than one per week.

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This is actually super interesting and quite plausible! We've seen that not all harbingers attend all gatherings (Dottore was missing when Arlecchino became one) so it's quite plausible that one has just failed to show up so far for some reason.

My only question here is why a seemingly insignificant (by rank) member would be hidden for so long. I mean I would understand if it was one in the top 5 but since we've beaten much stronger opponents by now that means they're being obscured for a different reason.

Here's my theories:

It's someone we already know. This would mean that one of our allies is actually secretly a Fatui harbinger and we just don't know it. This opens up SO many possibilities and personally seeing that someone close to us is actually the 10th harbinger would be SUCH a good plot twist.

It's currently empty Basically the old one's died and a new candidate hasn't yet been appointed. Considering that the order hasn't been fixed since Signora's death it might mean the Fatui just wait for someone of similar strength to show up and be promoted. This also explains the issue of a seemingly low ranking member being allowed to not show up for something as important as a member's funeral.

A mixture of the upper two Honestly might be pretty cool if hoyo takes this direction. Like imagine seeing a (former) ally taking the position.

Someone forgot how to count and is about to have a VERY awkward meeting next monday.

Okay I'm not finished rambling because the above post gave me IDEAS. So if I may take up some more of your precious time I'd like to give you something to chew on. So as the OP said there are some positions open and as I was doing research something jumped out at me.

Here's the description of Brighella from wikipedia (link): "He is loosely categorized as one of the Zanni or servant characters though he often was portrayed as a member of the middle class such as a tavern owner: his character could be adapted to whatever the needs to the scenario might be, just as Brighella himself is adaptable to any circumstance."

When I tell you I screamed. I know this isn't conclusive but even before I started writing this I had someone who might be the secret (future) harbinger in the back of my mind but was afraid to say so without evidence. Diluc. Now look, I know that he explicitly said he'd never join the fatui and there's some serious missing story beats if hoyo went in that direction. But still that's just a cool theory I thought I'd share.

I mean it seems purposeful to leave a lower rank open like that, almost as if to let a character we already know to be powerful join without giving them an unrealistic buff. And honestly I think Diluc would be just so cool to see as a harbinger.

Guys I just realized something...

We might be missing a Harbinger.

There are Eleven of them right? Well, it's always been a big debate as to where Capitano stands after Arlecchino was revealed to be the fourth, so I've hopped on the train of trying to figure out where he could possibly stand. And whilst doing so, I've noticed that we were missing one.

The 10th.

I tried to rearrange the order of them multiple times, specially moving around Capitano, Pulcinella, Pierro, and Sandrone due to the fact that we aren't for sure what their ranks are (since they aren't explicitly stated yet) and we are still short one. If we go off of the original thought that Pierro is the First, the order would go like this:

Pierro (1) Dottore (2) Columbina (3) Arlecchino (4) Capitano (5) Scaramouche (6) Pulcinella (7) Signora (8) Pantalone (9) Sandrone (10) Tartaglia (11)

This looks like it would make the most sense, but it doesn't work at the same time since Capitano is canonically the strongest mortal. Now, if we were to go off Capitano being the First, the order would go like this:

Pierro (0) Capitano (1) Dottore (2) Columbina (3) Arlecchino (4) Pulcinella (5) Scaramouche (6) Sandrone (7) Signora (8) Pantalone (9) ??? (10) Tartaglia (11)

(Now before people go after my head for my placement of Pierro, the only reason I put him as zero is because of the fact that he is the Director of the Fatui as a whole, and not entirely a Harbinger. He was one of the first, so he is and isn't a Harbinger at the same time...idk, this old man is confusing-)

so depending on how the placement of the rest of the Harbingers goes...we might be missing a Harbinger. And if so...who the hell are they?

I do have some ideas, and following along with the commedia dell'arte theme the Harbingers got going on, it could be four different people: Gianduja, Brighella, Pedrolino, and Beltrame.

Maybe I'm just overthinking it, as I tend to do at times, but it would be interesting if we did have a missing Harbinger, in the end. (<— is too invested in the Fatui, desperately wants Snezhnaya crumbs even though Natlan JUST came out)

Idk, feel free to either correct me or share your own theories, I love to see them and want to know other people's thoughts 👍

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Dottore has the opposite of a green thumb. Like if you hand the man a plant it just wilts on the spot.

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🛒Dottore shopping headcanons🧾

"Wouldn't it be funny if Dottore went to a grocery store?" - me 2 minutes before I started writing this

Another incredibly silly concept from me, your humble Dottore content deliverer. Not really an AU, but definitely taking massive liberties when it comes to stretching canon. Probably quite ooc as well.

Warnings: mention of death

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Dottore hadn't gone shopping in ages, not since he joined the Fatui. He never liked people and their mundane activities, preferring to stay inside working on his latest project. Groceries and food preparation had been delegated to his staff and the occasional segment as a punishment so he never really saw a need to even think about it.

That changed when he was sent on a covert mission to a wealthy mansion in Fontaine. His job was to infiltrate the household of a prominent scholar who posed a risk of uncovering the operation in Sumeru. The best way to do so was under the guise of being part of the staff. When he was satisfied his appearance was adequately concealed Dottore signed up for the only position that was available in such short notice: the kitchen inventory assistant.

As his new manager explained his job would be to handle the shopping and delivering of ingredients needed by the cooks. In his endless confidence Dottore almost burst out laughing when he heard his duties. "A delivery boy? Me? The 2nd of the eleven Fatui harbingers? This will be too easy" he thought to himself. Oh how wrong he was.

On his first day he set out for the local market with a shopping list in hand, his mind preoccupied with plans of ending his employer. His contemplation was cut short by the sheer loudness of the crowded market. Children wailed for their parents to buy them sweets, merchants bargained over every last coin and groups of people engaged in lively conversation. Any other extrovert person would find the scene quite endearing, a truly fine display of the friendly culture of Fontaine. But this is Dottore we're talking about so his hatred grew every second he was forced to be there.

The first item on his list was fish for the main course of lunch. He gathered whatever patience was left and walked to the first fish stall. Seeing the glossy eyes of the fish in their dozens unnerved him, despite the centuries spent working with cadavers. He was about to point to a fish he deemed adequate when an older lady kindly pointed out it's eyes had gone cloudy (how he managed to find the only week old fish in a city surrounded by water is anyone's guess). He awkwardly thanked her and left in a hurry without buying a fish. He's sure the cooks will figure something out.

Next he headed for the vegetable stand to look for tomatoes. Without bothering to check for quality he started loading the bag as quickly as he could, hoping to get it over with as soon as he could. The seller, clocking the poor guy as a newbie quoted nearly triple the fair price and Dottore paid without questioning or even thinking to haggle (it's a tomato, how much could it cost? 500 mora?)

Almost done with the grocery run (and his patience) Dottore scanned the flower stands looking for Marcottes. He circled the market around 3 times before a amused shopkeep asked what he was looking for. "ᴹᵃʳᶜᵒᵗᵗᵉˢ." he answered, hoping that the earth beneath him sunk and got him out of this hellish situation (awkward social interaction). The seller giggled "Sorry, no one's selling marcottes this week. There's a supply chain issue with the florists on strike, haven't you heard?" Dottore turned and nearly ran in the other direction without a second word, completely forgetting the mint he was also supposed to buy.

Utterly humiliated Dottore decided to ditch any plans of infiltrating quietly and stormed to the manor, killing the scholar and his family. He'll let someone else figure out the coverup. And so he returned to his dim laboratory, vowing never to go shopping again.

Pantalone still makes fun of him for the tomatoes to this day.

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of posts today, I'm working on a longer fanfiction so I haven't been able to focus on these shorter posts. Will try and finish it within the next day or so, but in the meanwhile enjoy whatever this is. Also you if you figure out what the dish he was shopping for was I'll write whatever topic of headcanon you want, just comment or send a message.