#Dottore clone shenanigans

[incorrectfatui]

Webtorre: Prime. I know this isn’t my place to say, but The Balladeer is here to see you. Dottore: Actually, that’s exactly your place to say. You are my assistant. What, precisely, did you think your job was?

[nyanyakoto]

Could I request reader who always spends time with dottore’s segments and not Dottore himself so he gets jealous and punishes the reader nsfw please 🤭

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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✦𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: Il Dottore; Fem! Reader

✦𝐓𝐖: NSFW; Absolutely downright filthy smut bc it's our favourite doctor. Breeding, CNC if you squint. Reader being a brat and ignoring Dottore.

✦𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This is such a brainrot.. Thank you for requesting anon 😇

✦𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 2nd November 2023

✦𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: (◉⁠‿⁠◉)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first it was his fault, Dottore was a man of science, a rather busy one at that so he didn't spend much time with you personally.

He didn't mind how you spent your time with his segments, after all you wanted some attention so if it wasn't from him directly then his clones would do, right?

However over time he noticed that you continued to spend time with them even if he wasn't busy.

That's exactly when he began to feel possessive over you, watching how you lingered around the segments, leaning into them, laughing with them and treating them as if you weren't in a relationship with him.

He began to to notice his own irritability rather quickly, he was a man that prided himself in his ability to stay calm and collected even in the worst situations.

However his imposing stature began to crumble little by little, chipping away and disintegrating into nothing but dust as he continued to watch you from afar.

And that's exactly how you found yourself in this situation.

✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧

"Dottore- What's gotten into you?" You asked, almost as if you didn't know what you were doing to him by ignoring him.

His hands had a bruising grip on your hips, tugging on the soft flesh as he drilled into your sopping wet entrance.

"What's gotten into me?" He would ask, calmly despite what he was doing to you right now, as if the way he slammed his hipbones into the plush of your ass was not getting him even slightly breathless.

"What's gotten into you? You're the one trading me for some cheap copies, isn't that right beloved?"

Your were bent over his adjustable height desk, one that he often used for various experiments and always had some sort of chemical bubbling in the delicate glass bottles.. but the desk was cleared of any chemicals, only scattered paperwork decorating it as well as your body that was pressed down onto it. Your feet couldn't even reach the ground especially when his hands kept pulling your lower back upwards, creating more of an angle to your already arched back.

Your own shoes stepped on his ones, standing on your tippy toes so you had at least some resemblance of support while he rendered you senseless.

"You got- oh god- did you get jealous?" You tried to mock him even now, a victorious smirk tugging on your lips before his one hand firmly pressed your head back down onto the desk.

"You're gonna talk back now? Is that it?" His tone was condescending, cold almost without even an ounce of the usual teasing lilt that he had in his voice. He was dead serious and he was pissed off by your shenanigans.

He's been going on for at least fifteen minutes by now, the rhythm of his hips showing no mercy even if you begged for it and sobbed for it. You fucked up, you knew that much to not do that again.

"'umming- cumming!" You squeaked out as your walls spasmed around him, gripping him like a vice before eventually he was fucking you through the orgasmic wave. Soon after he too managed to climax, filling you up to the brim.

There was no need to fuss over him cumming inside, he'd figure out something for you tomorrow, a pill that wouldn't let you get actually knocked up by him. He was a man of science after all.

His hands let go of you, watching in delight at how you nearly slid down from the desk from how weak you felt. If not for his hips that were firmly pressed up against you, you would have fell to the cold floor of the laboratory.

And just as you thought that your punishment was over he leaned in and whispered.

"Fuck around and find out, isn't that what they say?"

You were definitely not walking in the foreseeable future.

[limes-sagau]

Starting My Sagau Writing Journey

Ok Im wanting to dip my toes into the Sagau writing scene and I wanted to put out about 3 ideas I have and plan on writing. Each idea will be outlined below and people are welcome to take inspiration off of them just make sure to tag me in the writing. There will also be a poll at the end where you can vote for which one you want to see first. When I finish writing each chapter they will be put up on AO3. 

Shimeji AU: 

For those who don't know, Shimeji is a browser extension that spawns a chibi version of a character onto your browser. This character can then move around and climb on the borders of your web page and just be a cute little distraction (I know this might sound like malware but its not I've had a Venti and a Lumine Shimegi for a while now and haven't experienced anything that can imply they are malware) 

This would be more of a drabble and less of a full fic. 

Basically the characters in genshin become aware through their Shimeji and then begin acting up in your browser when you're out of the game (when you're in game you're fine).

If you leave your web browser opened when you leave your computer you will come back to it being on a weird page 

Like Venti looking at a wine website 

Diluc somehow ending up on a streaming service watching Batman 

Yae Miko finding your writing 

I'll likely start off with characters from Mondstadt and go down the list for each region.

Kidnapped by the Harbingers (not the final title): 

Exactly as it sounds, in the middle of the night you are taken from your college dorm (or room I likely won't specify) to Teyvat after the harbingers find a way into our world. 

Haven't decided which harbinger will be sent (leaning towards Childe because I feel like it would fit best and he'd be down for that type of experiment). 

Most of it will take place in a separate castle from Zapolyarny Palace. 

If you want to know my specific location I have in mind their is a visual novel called Dottore And The Spy where you become Dottores apprentice (highly suggest this visual novel) but its main story takes place in a castle in the middle of a frozen wasteland away from civilization where both Pantalon and Dottore live. This will be the main location for the story. 

I'll also be adding in Capitano as another permanent resident of this castle because I want to write about a big strong man who is the emotional intelligence of the three main harbingers present. 

The other harbingers and the Tsaritsa will appear but they will be much more understated in their role.

I want this fanfic to go into the mental load that being locked away from the world has on a person's psyche.

Readers' powers will slowly awaken, making it harder for the Harbingers to keep us a secret from Teyvat and specifically Celestia.

This won't be a full blown yandere fic with the harbingers, they will be slightly possessive but it is more about your safety since Celestia doesn't like you. 

Celestia will be the ultimate enemy over all but the story will not be focused on shooting down Celestia from the sky as readers powers will not ever reach the strength needed to face Celestia alone. 

Harbingers plan will not have changed; they are still working to take down Celestia.   

This will be taking place after Sumeru (so no Scara or La Signora and their will be less clones)

The story will also include 

Getting to know and bond with your castle staff like maids or ladies in waiting (I know these are typically only given to female presenting reader but I want to write about gossip and forming friendships so this is what I'm going with) 

Quality time with each harbinger

Impressing Dottore with your basic levels of knowledge on Astronomy (since Teyvats sky is fake)

Eventually a runaway arch

Lots of tears and mental breakdowns, but don’t worry there will be comfort as well

Shenanigans 

Possibly NSFW after reader finally convinces everyone to stop calling them “your grace”

To Make a Haven (Title might change):

Imposter (but reader is the real deal) AU

Reader gets killed once by a mob of NPCs 

I want it specifically to be NPCs so the reader still has emotional attachment to the playable characters

Reader seeks out a safe and secluded place  

Teyvat awakens to readers distress and opens up a hidden area of the map to the reader that can only be accessed through very specific means. 

Reader eventually starts bringing in Hilichurls to what for now im going to be calling “the Grove” 

Reader will begin messing around and experimenting with her powers and finds a way to somewhat heal the hilichurls 

This isn't a full fix it will be like layering a curse on top of a curse in order to negate some of the effects of the original curse

The hilicurls will not return to being human they will become something else (human like but not human) 

This fic will contain way more original characters 

Reader will be more spiteful in this fic but less in like a “make everyone suffer” way and more like “lets shake up the system and make everything more challenging for people because they tried to kill me” 

This fic will span over a larger span of time in world with the reader building a full city in the hidden area Teyvat made for them.

Well those are my three ideas! after this poll is done I'm hoping to get the first chapter out with that week, but I'm a college student and it been a while since I have written fanfiction so i make no promises.

[screamingcrows]

Barely Right - Dottore x Reader

Note: Literally don't remember writing 1k of this (or posting it to ao3 in the middle of the night) but here we are. Part of this. Keep this out of character ai bots or I'm sending Trypanosoma brucei after you.

Tags: Dottore & fem reader, shenanigans, they're not romantically involved yet, improper laboratory conduct

MINORS, AGELESS, BLANK BLOGS DNI

Not even the damnable flickering of the harsh lights could dampen the giddy feeling in your stomach today, it was just a matter of time before the courier was set to arrive and you could finally push on with your personal project.

Not that one and a half week was a lot of time, not by any means, but striking while the iron is hot  s imperative, and you'd been silently praying for well over a month now that your flames would never burn this brightly again. Not even if it would turn out to be what kept you warm in this frozen wasteland.

As if on cue, and you supposed it was, a shiver ran through your body. Even with the added labcoat that you insisted on wearing despite no one else bothering to, the frigid air still managed to penetrate it all and settle as pins in your bones. 

Snow had been pelting outside for what felt like days on end, the grey skies showing no hint of mercy. For a nation of supposed love, there was little compassion to be found in the land or people. Not that you'd met an awful lot of folks to begin with; there were the two who stopped you at the border, an officer - Denis maybe? - who'd aided with the recruitment process and... Save for the guards you silently greeted every morning that was about it.

How harrowingly lonely now that it was laid out before you. Still, cold neutrality was better than being surrounded by false kindness as you'd been in Fontaine. But that score would soon be settled, as soon as you had the water sample you could-

A sharp bark of laughter had the bottle you'd been cleaning slip momentarily, heart rate spiking as you managed to catch it. Right, the clones of your superior should probably also count for something.

Or 'segments' as he'd called them. How he'd managed to create something that absurd, something so far from everything you knew of this world, held your mind by the throat, especially paired with the wave of a hand he'd given upon your inquiry, brushing it off as 'a temporary measure'.

For now, you'd simply count yourself lucky that they were there, it counted for social interaction even if they were technically not separate people. A sigh escaped your lips, seeing two of them off to the right end, clearly about to start yelling with a broken piece of machinery at the feet of one. Separate enough to cause problems.

Setting the remaining dirty glassware aside, you cleared your throat, politely at first and then with a little more vigor, "Lambda?" No reaction, how annoying, "Lambda! Could you and," shit who was that? "Your brother take that outside?"

Several pairs of hauntingly bright 'eyes' fixed upon you. Though you'd heard plenty of the Harbingers and their unsavory traits, you'd never expected something this odd, having been caught completely by surprise upon first discovering one of the segments. So far, they'd been annoying at best and unnerving at worst.

A few snickers whisked through the room with the cold stream of air from the ever running ventilation. "Lambda isn't here, try again Mademoiselle."

Fantastic. You rubbed at your cheeks, trying to recall the rest of those blasted nonsensical names and already feeling a headache coming on, and not even one you could remove by putting distance between the heavy scent of bleach and yourself. This was a waste of time, you had tissue biopsies to prepare, toxins to purify, fungal colonies to transfer onto fresh plates before the slime condensate lost all moisture to the unforgiving dry air, and probably more you were forgetting.

"Quiet. She's right, you two are utterly insufferable. Either get back to work or get out, and I'm certain you're both aware what the wisest choice would be."

Silence ensued, only broken by sharp clicks of metal against the harsh floors. The voice was too languid to be the original, a look in the direction of the approaching figure confirming your suspicion. This one you knew; Omega. With his neatly styled hair and clattering ornaments, it was impossible to mistake him for any of the others.

A rough hand pushed the segment aside, effectively crushing any nonchalance as Omega stumbled, The Doctor himself easily recognizable with the stubbled chin and rowdy teal hair. "Don't get too full of yourself, go prepare."

Grace reclaimed, Omega turned on his heel, utterly unperturbed by how the rest seemed to collectively sigh at his fluttering tailcoat. Even in a sea of misfits, he managed to stand out, a single magpie strutting around a murder of crows.

"And you," his voice might as well have cut through your flesh with how it stung, leaving you utterly confused by the calm continuation. "What have you been doing?"

Before you could answer, The Doctor had clicked his tongue and clearly decided you weren't doing well, encroaching on your space and reaching for various of your sealed tubes that lined the racks, most of them failures to be discarded. You could only fear a mind that could keep up with the speed of his hands, plucking each tube and turning to read the label before placing it back and repeating with the next. Methodical and precise for all of the minute it took him to have inspected it all to his apparent dissatisfaction.

The Doctor waved a gloved hand at the full sink, lips turned down in what you assumed to be disgust. "Have you been cleaning after yourself?"

After yourself? Was that now wrong, or had you missed some crucial detail about procedures during the first hectical day? Another mistake would be beyond frustrating to add to the tally. And why was his tone so painfully accusatory?

"I've been-"

Your brows furrowed when he waved dismissively, not even deigning to look in your direction. If knocking his mask off wouldn't be tantamount to a death wish, and you didn't have unfinished business, perhaps you'd have done it.

"Xi, if I find out you've been neglecting your assignments one more time..." Something clearly passed between The Doctor and the approaching segment, no bigger than an adolescent boy, stomped towards your station, begrudgingly dragging a stepping stool and steel basket with him. "Are we clear?"

The round cheeks and pout would have been endearing if not for the glaring discrepancy between those soft organic features and the upper half of his face being purely mechanical. A glowing red 'eye' sat at the middle, the steady buzz from it seemingly intensifying as the child-thing positioned itself. You were certain that if it could, it would have gladly rolled its eyes at its creator a thousand times over.

Muffled chuckles from around the room were drowned out by clattering glass as Xi began clearing your station with sweeping motions that seemed like reckless abandon. Swiftly, you leaned over and pushed everything important to the back of the table, hoping he would either take the hint or be unable to reach.

"As for you," less frigid but just as firm, Dottore's voice commanded your attention back to him, "a shipment arrived from Fontaine."

Swift as a viper from the dunes he allegedly grew up in, you weren't exactly sure, having only heard rumors, a hand curled around your bicep before you'd finished bowing your head in adieu.

"I wasn't finished."

His eyes weren't needed to envision the pointed look in them, you at least supposed the 'real' Doctor would have eyes, the flex of his sculpted jaw was enough to carry his irritation across. Your eyes briefly searched the room for any sign of the crate, uncertainty for whether you would even be able to pick anything out in the buzzing mess that made up the main laboratory settling in the back of your mind.

Steeling yourself, you tugged at your arm, "Give me a moment to unpack the contents and I'll be all yours, Doctor."

The slight twitch of his lips didn't go unnoticed, yet his grip remained unrelenting.

"Remind me, when did I sign off on this?"

"What?" Your brows furrowed at the question as you tugged absently on your arm, still torn between concern for the reagents and how far you were willing to push your luck.

"She had Omega do it ten days ago," a bright voice from one of the younger segments filled the silence, confirming the suspicion that although they'd all returned to work, the interaction was still being carefully monitored. 

Dottore himself repeated the statement, free hand swiping a gloved finger along the table and inspecting it for any trace of grime. It had the hairs on the back of your neck standing. 

"You weren't around, and Omega said that if I wanted it swiftly it'd be easier to have him sign rather than wait for you," hopefully the implied concern for his schedule wasn't lost, "and since I don't know how they've been packaged, I'd appreciate tending to them sooner rather than later."

A frown settled on both your lips, with Dottore's grip tightening further, "Let me make it perfectly clear, unless I am - against all odds - not present in Snezhnaya at the given time, you will wait for my approval."

As if reading your mind, he swiftly continued, "They are additions, parts, not replacements."

Finally released, you sidestepped his looming presence, keenly aware of the pointed beak following your movements towards the door. 

[fatuismooches]

can you tell i have a lot of thoughts running tru my mind every second, you prob can by the amount of ask i've sent the last hour, huh.

anyway... wearing dottore's (the ones that are not as blood-stained) clothes would be both comfy and warm, so you sometimes sneak into his very blank bedroom and take a shirt or two. and since you are currently in Sneznaya (or however its spelled) warm clothes is necessary, both inside and outside, so you just wear his clothes if you miss him or need to feel extra warm. you also cuddle up to some of the segments for warmth, but they dont exactly produce warmth so they are more like your pillow and mattress (unless its zandy, then teddybear).

if any of the agents call out you being in his clothes, goodbye poor thing, see you in the lab. [they have a new rule to the handbook now, and a friend more lost] (if krupp did that, yeah... i dont think i even want to write abt that)

-luv ya

In the beginning, Dottore could not understand why you felt the need to steal his clothes. For one, your closet had much more variety than his, and you could easily make yourself feel warmer with that if you needed it... but yet another day passes when he realizes one of his (plentiful) blue shirts is missing... and he lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. Eventually, when he tries to take his shirts back by force, you have to blurt out how much you like his clothes because they remind you of him when he's not around. Only then will he look at you for a good few seconds and begrudgingly allow you to hoard his shirts. (And well, he won't lie, seeing you wear nothing but his long shirt that drapes over your figure, makes his possessiveness ten times harder. He needs to study why exactly he feels that way when you wear his clothes.)

Me personally, I like to hc that the clones can actually warm their bodies up!! I wrote about it like, a really long time ago in one of my older fics. (Somehow, Dottore had implemented a feature into his clones to heat up and become warm, so when you’d cling to them, you wouldn’t be cold anymore. You enjoyed it thoroughly because the reactions of the clones were cute.) Idk I know it seems unlikely BUT JUST THINK ABOUT THE FLUFF. 😭 I imagine they're naturally cold most of the time because well, they are artificial after all but, you giving them pleading eyes and slipping your cold hands under their shirts, begging for some warmth... 🥺 they give in, your cold hands don't really bother them either since they're used to it!! Such lovely bfs!! ❤️

The agents know better than to question why you have his shirt on despite already wearing your regular clothes... the fan club though, they definitely added this moment to their book, they're your number one fans fr!

[thapunqueen]

your think tank art gives me ideas for more shenanigans to rp my and @wolfiafan10 ‘s dottore clone oc + canon au thing with cuz honestly it’s like the think tank x 5 and all the members have fists

Good art too i really love your artstyle, 10/10.

TEEHEE GIGGLES THATS AWESOME thank you thank you i love the think tank dearly they could never do wrong (except for when they do wrong)

take this random doodle as a gift

[charlotte-official]

THE STEAMBIRD: 11/19 - 11/28

ooc: afiehafieho late again.. oops. hwfehw this weeks issue is not it ngl ive done better

HEAD OF THE KAMISATO CLAN ENTANGLED WITH... HOUSEKEEPER?

Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Kamisato clan, was accused by his sister, Kamisato Ayaka, for being “loud” with the Kamisato’s housekeeper at night. This housekeeper is Thoma.

It started like this: Kamisato Ayato called Miss Kamisato a disappointment to the clan as a whole. At first she was nonchalant, however, simply being a tad wounded, saying “ouch, fuck you too and your boyfriend.”

Thoma, the alleged boyfriend, responded, a little sad, asking what he had done since he had not contributed to the insult from Kamisato Ayato.

Ayaka, with an eye roll, commented that she could hear the two from her room. 

The older Kamisato, flustered, tried to cover it up by saying they were “fighting.” Thoma frantically agrees, and Ayaka, seeing through the two’s ploys, sighed, having “never imagined her brother would be a bottom.”

ARATAKI GANG - TAX SHENANIGANS

Arataki Itto, leader of the Arataki Gang (or how he calls himself, Arataki Numero Uno the one and oni head honcho Itto), suddenly burst in, hollering to the Deputy leader of the Arataki Gang, Kuki Shinobu. 

Itto, frantically, asks Kuki what taxes are why people are telling him that if you don’t pay them monthly it’s a crime. 

Kuki Shinobu, exasperatedly, asks Itto if he’s been paying his taxes. Itto replies that he doesn’t even know what taxes are and thought that “granny oni” handled them for him. Kuki Shinobu sighs and face palms while Itto continues to pester her, asking what taxes are.

Takuya, the blue oni, admits to Shinobu that he too, is confused on what taxes mean. Arataki Itto quips in, asking how to even SPELL taxes.

In an attempt to spell the word, Kuki Shinobu face palms, obviously tired of his shenanigans.

Takuya taps him on the shoulder, and tries to tell him how to spell the word. Itto, however, stubbornly tells him that his method of spelling the word doesn’t make sense and ignores him, adamant on not admitting he’s obviously wrong.

Kuki Shinobu, tired of the Gang’s shenanigans, buckles down and writes out an “Arataki Gang PSA.” Which, obviously, explains the premise of taxes.

Arataki Itto stubbornly proclaims that he refuses to read all that, and Kuki nonchalantly says that she won’t be busting him out of jail next time. Itto immediately takes back his statement and rushes to read the PSA. 

After Itto reads the PSA, he blinks at Shinobu, telling her that the government doesn’t know he makes money.

Kuki blinks at him, and then tells him that technically, if the government doesnt know, he technically doesnt have to pay taxes but is also illegal, and that maybe he shouldnt be proclaiming such a thing so loudly in a public place.

Following suit, the two pretended that this never happened at all.

TEYVAT - DOUBLE TROUBLE?

With duplicates and clones n such being all the rage as of lately, it was revealed that another Arataki Itto of the Arataki Gang was discovered. The two pointed at each other and opted to immediately beetle fight. They then flung attack names at each other which were.. More often than not named after body parts.

In fact, even Liyue’s top legal advisor has got herself a twin! Yanfei, Liyue Harbor’s top legal advisor, found herself her own duplicate. In fact, the two are still figuring out what’s going on!

Oh but we can’t forget the first pair! That, being the bard Venti from Mondstadt, and his.. Nameless counterpart. The two are a little less alike, anyhow, Venti being an absolute drunkard and Nameless bard being.. Dead. And also more responsible.

But of course, to top them all, is Il Dottore! The fatui Harbinger with all of his clones!

LIGHT OF KSHAREWAR GOES A LITTLE INSANE BUT STOPS WHEN OFFERED.. SOUP.

The light of Ksharewar, Kaveh, is revealed to have not eaten in 2 days. The first to find this out was none other than his eldritch horror of a cat, Adi.

Adi scolds the architect and tells him to eat. Kaveh, being a little.. Out of it.. tries to eat air. Adi, with an exasperated sigh, calls his “roommate.” (Alhaitham)

A fact the Architect has been desperately trying to deny.

The prior scribe and current Acting Grand Sage, looks at the sustenance-deprived Architect and tells him to eat and that he cant just. He cant just eat air.

Kaveh denies it and goes back to trying to eat air.. Before Alhaitham says he’ll make him soup if he goes home right now and eats.

Kaveh, absolutely bewildered, folds immediately, and rushes back to their alleged shared home.

FATUI HARBINGERS: REGRATOR AND DOCTOR OFFICIALLY TO BE WED

Pantalone- or the Fatui Harbinger known as the Regrator- according to my sources, consulted his fellow Harbinger Sandrone. 

Following the consultation, which I assume was a pep talk, Pantalone went to go talk with the Doctor, or Il Dottore. 

Entering the kitchen, the Regrator faced the Doctor and got on one knee. Reaching into a pocket, the Harbinger pulled out a box containing a diamond ring. 

With a heartfelt proposal, the Regrator asked for Dottores hand in marriage. 

Dottore, dumbfounded, could not believe his ears.  It was only after Pantalone repeated himself a second time that he was able to respond.

Even then, however, he was unable to believe that Pantalone would really propose to him. 

After a few loving words of reassurance, the Doctor caved and said yes. 

And thus, the two are to be wed!

headlines:

Itto and webttore argue about eating watermelon crusts and purple and blue haired man from another world argues with itto

Sandrone wants to be dottores harness.

Itto asks if Kaeya gay. Kaeya then turns the conversation around to accuse Itto of being gay.

Diluc is asked if he is the darknight hero. By Itto. He swiftly denies the accusation.

Itto tells Lisa she is sexy. The conversation devolves into Lisa telling him he seems like a man kisser and itto frantically trying to deny the allegation.

Madame Faruzan is appalled after being called old (with disrespect) by Itto

Xiangling and Yanfei begin their journey around Teyvat to go dirt tasting.

blogs mentioned:

@xiangling-official @yanfei-official

@yanfeiofficial

@autistic-arataki-itto @faruzan-official @librarian-lisa-official @diluc-official @kaeya-official @sandrone-official @dottore-official @webttore-official

@thebxnkersprayer

@kaveh-official @alhaitham-official

@venti-official @namelessbard-official

@kamisato-ayaka-official @ayato-official @thoma-official-genshin

@kuki-shinobu-official @the-blue-oni-official

@adi-cat-anon

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters Round 1 Part 4 (8/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

ZHOU ZISHU

He's got that "villain of another story" swag, he's dating a fellow villain, and their clown shenanigans and body count have captivated me. That said, he's done some shit, though which of his crimes are The Worst is something me and the ppl-who'd-call-you-bad-person-for-liking-him disagree on. I personally think that creating an above-the-law organization that does assassination and spying for the government is objectively the worst, like if this was real world this would impact generations of people, and this setup just asks for abuse of power - basically, this is 100 times worse than any harm he's ever done to individual people. But thankfully he's fictional and thats why I can be like 'secret police assassin man hot' without a problem. (cw rape, sexual slavery, drugging for the next paragraph) The twitter-brained population however likes to forgo this in favor of focusing on that one time he kidnapped a teenager, drugged him, and sold him into sexual slavery - all to implicate a political opponent (who was the one buying teenage sex slaves, tbc). Which I mean for sure is bad but like, this harmed several individuals, not created an instrument of oppression that would harm countless people for years to come. And if you are rolling with the second thing because hes fictional, why do you draw the line on the other, objectively less impactful atrocity?.. He also has other crimes like war crimes (organized public execution of foreign diplomats during war time), and that time he murdered a 4yo kid he previously not only knew but like looked after and played with, along with her whole family, which got slightly less oomph compared to previous two but I'm adding them for completion's sake. As for ppl calling u bad person for liking the character: so this novel has gotten a live-action series adaptation a couple years ago, which heavily edited the worst of Zhou Zishu's crimes (and also replaced his whole personality, and made him be somehow both less of an asshole AND more awful to his bf). And then some people went to read the novel(s) and found out about The Crimes and u can imagine how it went. Someone tried to make a whole hashtag #NotMyAXu (A-Xu is his nickname) about how they rejected the novel version! So yeah this is one of the reasons for a schism between novel fans and show fans in this fandom. They cant handle our awful fictional bastard.

DOTTORE

First of all, he's hot (especially his voice). Second, he experiments on people a TON. He figured out how to clone himself (and maybe make himself immortal, we don't know yet) by experimenting on a puppet created by a god, then helped turn said puppet into a god just to see if he could. And yes, people constantly trash on his fans (I legit lost a friend because I like him), so he definitely deserves a place here

[localplaguenurse]

No more Gingko fam shenanigans from me because Morax suspended my uni’s dnd club :(

I can’t find the we’ll gladly breed you pic so have this instead

Thinking about dottore cutting up dead segments into recycled materials for newer segments while also broadening his knowledge on anatomy

Like taking organs and examining them or hells maybe he’ll even trans one of his segments for shits and giggles because he can and also femttore supremacy

Just saying that if you have the ability to clone yourself and share a mental link with them, you bet I’m gonna give my other self dick and balls

Okay but why is that the exact same pic that was sent to my discord-

Yeah that sounds about right for him. Funny you mention that because I started reading a fic last night called Connect, it’s a dottolone fic where Dottore makes a child segment. I’ve only read the first chapter but it had some really gnarly descriptions of the failed child clones, like having no bones or coming out without skin or a head. Nasty, but cool.

I should get around to that mini fic I was writing where Dottore does your top surgery...

[viviennevermillion]

Rogue Segment

notes: i've had this idea for a while now. dottore clone who defies his creator go brrr

contains: a general story about a dottore clone. he meets reader at the end.

warnings: a little angst, talk of dottore's usual shenanigans, loss of a limb, lots of blood, questionable surgery

D o t t o r e

He had looked death in the eyes and saw his own face. Five of them, actually. The tall men had dragged him outside after the fight, he was slipping in and out of consciousness. There was blood. A lot of blood. Judging from how his vision was blurry and he was hanging onto dear life, it was probably his. He didn't feel his arm; wasn't sure if it was still there anyhow. There were glass splinters and small metal tools scattered across the floor. He remembered the sound they made when they had fallen.

Someone was yelling in the background. Or maybe he himself was the one screaming. The only thing he knew was that it was his voice. But, strange as this whole ordeal was, that didn't give him any answers.

He was meant to die right then and there. He was the one who was never supposed to exist. The failure. The disappointment they'd tossed into the trash with the rest of the bodies that became useless in the laboratory that day. If the loss of blood and wound infections wouldn't kill him, the Snezhnayan cold sure would.

He remembered how everything had felt strange ever since he woke up in that damned machine. How a lifetime worth of memories came flooding into his brain, yet none of them felt like they were really his. There were two weeks before that, he recalled. Two weeks where he felt like things made sense, despite the way the dimmed rooms had made him feel eerie and on edge.

He had woken up in the machine before. Remembering the face of his parents when they had gifted him a small science kit and told him how proud they were of him whilst lifting him into the air. A smile grazed his face. Maybe with this, he could die in peace.

The first time he had awoken those early childhood days were all the memories he had. He opened his eyes to look into the face of a masked man and several almost identical copies of himself. Some looked younger than others but they were all undoubtedly him. The oldest one; the original, he presumed, was banging onto the buttons of the machine until the door opened and he stumbled out of it, crashing to the floor of the laboratory. "Get that thing fixed as soon as possible", the masked one instructed as his clones got to work to repair the broken machine. Some of them had brought him to a backroom where he was locked in with a couple of books and a bed. For meals, a strange girl with pink strands in her hair would come and visit him, bringing food and water. He had asked her when he could go home. She never answered.

When the repairs were finished, he was dragged back into the big apparatus. "Give him the rest of his memories", the masked one instructed.

When he woke up in the machine the second time, his head was filled with new memories. Dead bodies, brutal experiments, plans to defy the will of the gods. All the knowledge and experience of the harbinger were now his own as well. Yet, something felt wrong. They felt strange, like they weren't really a part of him. He remembered how he was chased out of his village; remembered the feeling of insanity that felt far, yet so familiar. His mind was hazy as the other clones dressed him. "It seems this one's still out of it", said a younger one. The doctor in the prime of his life turned around, tapping his chin. "Maybe interrupting the creation process for two weeks had unforseen complications. If he's broken, we'll just exterminate him and make a new one. That would be a waste of resources, but oh well", Dottore walked towards him, roughly grabbing his chin and examining his eyes under the lamp.

Something inside him snapped. He reached for the scalpel on the table, stumbled and charged at his older self. The original reacted quickly and with a significant amount of power. A vision?

No, he remembered. A delusion.

Nauseous and with an impaired sense of balance and vision, he picked himself back up and blindly stabbed wherever he could hear his own voice. He heard someone gasp in pain when the scalpel met flesh. The original slammed his knee into his stomach and he fell to the ground where he was met with another charged blast of the delusion. "What a shame", the masked self sighed, "dispose of it. We'll make another one tomorrow."

That's what landed him in an alleyway next to the Snezhnayan palace. He had forced himself to his shaking feet and watched the blood drip into the snow as he dragged himself onward without a destination in mind. Rationally he knew it'd be a matter of minutes until the adrenaline in his body faded and he would slump to the floor and die miserably.

He heard footsteps approaching through the snow. Were the others back? He coughed and fell over, directly in front of the person's feet. It seemed he'd never learn who they were...

He had looked death in the eyes and had awoken to the face of a stranger. The old man was cleaning his face with a cloth and bandaged his wounds.

Out of instinct, he tried to struggle and strike the man with a fist. The old man stopped his weakened arm. He wouldn't have had enough strength to land a solid punch anyway. "Hey, calm down, I'm a doctor", the man whispered, helping him sit up and reaching for a bottle of water.

The wounded segment tried to lift his left hand to drink, only to look down and notice it wasn't there anymore. Ah shit...., he cursed internally. He felt weak and helpless, like he was bound to the assistance of others now. Yet he drank desperately, when the old man brought the bottle to his mouth. A doctor huh....

He let out a bitter laugh. They had called him that too. Though, he supposed, he was the furthest thing from a doctor. The flood of memories was still running rampant in his mind and causing his head to ache. He supposed it'd take a while for them to settle and for him to gain a clear head again.

Where was he supposed to go now? Should he head back and tell the others he'd come to his senses? But did he really? Or was he the only one who had ever been sane....?

The old man never tried to invade his business for the entirety of his healing process. The injured clone wouldn't talk either. It seemed like the man just assumed he had been beaten up by the authorities or escaped prison or something. In an authoritarian state like Snezhnaya, the people had to look out for each other. A lot of the common folk did. And so, upon the clone's departure, the old man simply gave him food for the road and a bit of Mora. "Will you need to leave the country?", the man asked to which the segment had nodded. The doctor simply hummed and had lend him one of his horses, no questions asked.

...

It had been four months since then. He had crossed the border to Sumeru about three weeks ago. He was still short on mora and without a clear objective but he was satisfied with the fact that he was adjusting to his new arm. The metal appendage had been crafted from ruin parts he collected. Now he could finally stop being dependent on the support of other people. A craftsman and his assistants in a village near the border had made the arm according to his instructions. Due to the fact that none of these amateurs had ever made a prosthetic before, the whole process took what felt like an eternity.

He had also dyed his hair white and would wear a mask in public to avoid being recognized. He knew that if the original learnt that he was alive, someone would be sent to hunt him down. The Fatui couldn't risk a failed clone to mess up their plans. Either that, or one of the people he had hurt would try and take revenge upon seeing him. They'd make him pay for the things he had done. Or at least, the things he remembered doing.

He was plucking Sunsettias in the forests of Sumeru when he heard someone calling out to him for help. Archons, if they knew who they were looking at....

You were holding an older man, probably a farmer, in your arms. The wound in his stomach made it apparent that he had been gravely injured, likely shot. "I was supposed to do a commission for this man", you explained, struck with a sense of panic, "I'm from the adventurer's guild. I found him like this. He mumbled something about a Fatui camp."

He nodded. The man must have wandered too close to one of Dottore's ruin research labs in the area.

He unpacked some of his first aid utensils.

"We need to get him to a healer", you insisted, trying to grab the bandages. He swatted your hand away. "He'll be long dead before we're even halfway to the closest settlement", he argued, doing a quick test on the wounded man, "it seems like he's been hit with a Fatui bullet imbued with poison. It needs to be removed before his wound gets patched up or otherwise he'll die even faster."

Why was he even explaining this? Maybe he should just kill you and dissect both of you. Was this still a thing he did? He scowled and reached for his scalpel.

"What are you doing?", you asked concerned as he reached for the man's flesh wound. "Removing the bullet, are you even listening to me?", he hissed and wished you'd let him concentrate. "Without an anesthetic?" you were sceptical. "I think the guy's got bigger problems right now", he shrugged and the man was screaming in pain. "Shut up moron, you're gonna lose more blood like this."

You watched him with a shocked expression. "Are you a doctor?", you asked, concerned. He snorted and let out a bitter laugh. "Something like that."

Soon enough, he showed you the small bullet before throwing it away into the grass and beginning to patch the farmer up. The man's breathing began to slow down and he was fading out of consciousness but seemed more stable for now.

"He'll need further treatment but this'll do until we reach the closest hospital. Hope the adventurer's backpack comes with a map", he washed his bloody hands in the creek and ran one of them through his messy white hair. He'd cut it a while ago and now it looked the way it had during his days at the Akademiya. His red eyes met yours after he had finished loading the farmer onto his horse.

"I'm y/n", you introduced yourself and reached out your hand for him to shake, "thank you for helping my client. May I know your name?"

He inspected your hand and begrudgingly shook it after some hesitation. His expression was cold and he seemed lost in thought before he decided to go with what felt familiar and real.

His reply to you was the last thing he'd said before the two of you headed off to find a doctor's office.

"Zandik."

[sgcairo]

Hii, I raise you:

Pantalone tries guessing the dottore event.

Every year month, the clones would take turns going up to pantalone to send messages, ask for funding, annoy him, and just generally being a nuisance to him. But it's a different clone everytime.

For example. Alastair might start first to go give a message, and while Pants is busy getting a reply and stuff for it, Alastair switches places with Irnes. Irnes then takes the letter with him and leaves. When coming back with a reply, Giovanni would be the one giving it to him.

They are all dressed the same in this thing. And they all act the same way with their very subtle quirks. They cycle through as many segments as possible during this time just to see if pants is able to recognize them.

Just imagine Pants yelling to dot about the 24 clones that have visited him in the past hour to deliver messages for a letter conversation. And then proceeding to name everyone of them.

The clones are very happy they each got recognised. Imagine the kind other shenanigans the segments can get up to with this kinda power maybe, my brain is fried and this is all I got for the moment...

Have a good dayyy or night :)

"Dottore... Why the hell have 24 of your creatures visited me in the past three hours?"

"..."

"Dottore-"

The clones are overjoyed until they hear Dottore getting throttled in the other room for disturbing Pantalone's work. They have to tearfully explain that it was their idea ("please don't be mad mom" energy) all while Dottore is being squished under Pantalone's boot very pathetically for false crimes. Pantalone is... a little more amused with that, and Dottore is forgiven.

In the end, Dottore gets mora and apologies for the boot print mark on his face.

[kazoohaa]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓. genshin impact

— notes. okay so this is an attempt to kick writers' block tf out, so heres a genshin work since the sumeru update and harbinger trailer has me hooked lmao. this is based on this one tiktok by @/itschalk, i love their stuff sm !! go check them out !!

— details. il dottore-centric piece. tw: hinting at human(??) experimentation (obviously, it's dottore we're talking about here lmao)

the signature clicking of dottore’s golden heels echoed throughout the corridor. steady. purposeful. angry. there was just something about the sound of the doctor’s footsteps that would make people feel more uneasy than he already did.

“it seems that someone has attempted to make an escape.”

footsteps quickened, one running faster while the other behind them still walked at a calm and reassured pace.

his chuckle was able to send chills down any onlooker’s spine. it was condescending and absolutely deranged.

a dead end. the escapee stopped in their tracks, looking left and right, trying to examine their surroundings in order to try and get a grasp of where in the tsaritsa’s expansive palace they were in at the moment. their situation did not allow for any mistakes— how could they have gotten lost at this crucial moment?

“you know that the fatui does not accept traitors.”

the doctor gave them a firm kick in the square of their back, effectively bringing them to the ground. even after getting brought down, they quickly spun around, shuffling away as fast as possible; dottore grabbed their collar, bringing their feeble attempt at a final escape to and end. he peered down into their eyes, just as scarlet red as the ones concealed underneath his own mask.

“and i especially do not allow my own clones to simply get away with it, free of repercussions.”

the other’s eyes widened, realising how much trouble he had truly gotten himself into.

“wait—”

“i am infinitely grateful that your.. shenanigans, are all over. did you enjoy it? did it satisfy you? did you achieve what you wanted?” the second harbinger leaned down, his words dripping with sarcasm and barely concealed fury and insanity. without waiting for an answer to be spluttered out from the other, he continued—

“i suppose it’s time for a… factory reset.”

he wordlessly dragged the still-struggling clone into a room to the left. the recruits guarding the door outside flinched upon hearing the screams that followed after, and then complete silence. not a single soldier dared to make any sound that would break the stillness.

the doctor emerged from the room, not sparing anyone a second glance. he briskly walked off, disappearing around the corner once more, heading to deal with other matters. what didn't go unnoticed was the sight of him passing by a familiar earring with a vial of glowing blue liquid dropped on the floor, and crushing it with his foot as he passed by.

the rumours that went around about the doctor were really far from lies— il dottore truly is ruthless. he does not care for anyone’s lives and will dispose of anyone who steps in the way of his pursuits, even if he were to end up putting a carbon copy of himself onto the surgical table to be used as his next test subject.

[ararycannot]

assuming that Dottore and his clones share some kind of hivemind, I am convinced Dottore switched to his new mask so others can’t see him rolling his eyes at his clones’ shenanigans 24/7 

[sgcairo]

Hellooo :)) more segments shenanigans, besides the pants tries guessing the segment event thingy from my last ask which may have been anon because I have fat fingers...

Sometimes irnes gets bored. So he starts something. He might yell out something controversial in incognito mode, which is really just dressing like every other clone who just came out the incubation tubes and then dipping.

The segments fall into disarray, leading to prime getting frustrated and or joining in on the chaos because there are random topics that can interest prime too believe it or not...

When prime does not join in, he demands for the culprit to step up and face the music. Only no one knows who really started it because in the end they all sound mostly the same and a lot of them look identical.

So... Irnes starts some controversy then leaves the lab a burning mess.

You'd be surprised, he's usually the one diffusing rumors like this. He seems like a complete gremlin but he's also the only somewhat rule abiding clone, so if he goes off the rails and starts things... the clones will fall into disarray in an hour. It's like the world is suddenly on fire, and the unruly masses are burning Dottore's lab equipment and running around screeching like little gremlins.

And Irnes has a very fruity look, even if he is in different clothes. He just... walks a certain way and the other clones are just like:

Dottore would discover him in seconds.