#Dottore costume

[perfettamentechic]

Dottore by Paola Moretti

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Outfit ispirato alla maschera del Dottore della Commedia dell’Arte Gonna: Alexander McQueen Maglia: Alice+Olivia Cappotto: Brandon Maxwell Scarpe: Dolce & Gabbana Cappello: Emporio Armani Orecchini: David Yurman Anello: Boucheron Palette: Gabriella Salvete Profumo: L’interdit absolu by Givenchy Fashion Blogger: Paola Moretti Instagram: paolamorettiiho

[sgrimp]

*ambushes you with more DottoLisa

[mapsofnonexistentplaces]

my clownssssss (isel still not here but he will be

[cosplayclans]

Genshin Impact The Dottore Cosplay

The Dottore Cosplayer@寒萧

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Genshin Impact Masterlist

🎃 = Halloween specials

❄️ = Winter specials

✨ = Not smut; SFW

Headcannons

Trans sub Aether

Bennett's first time – (Sub Bennett)

Hit with sex pollen – (Sub Kaveh, Bennett, Freminet)

Catboy Freminet – (Sub Freminet)

Sub Diluc

Scaredy Cat! – (Sub Tighnari, Gorou; Ghost reader) 🎃

Halloween costume headcannons – (Wanderer, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Layla, Heizou, Kaeya) 🎃✨

Dragon Freminet 🎃✨

Making trans demons cum/squirt on command – (Sub Scaramouche, Freminet, Albedo; Witch reader) 🎃

Diluc in a slutty Halloween dress 🎃

Diluc x Soft demon reader – (Sub Diluc) 🎃

Freminet x vampire reader – (Sub Freminet) 🎃

Camboy Freminet

An Oni's Beloved – (Sub Yae Miko; Oni reader)

Xiao courting headcannons ✨

Spicy Gaming headcannons

Neuvillette x tall reader HCs ✨

Stripper Kinich HCs

Scenarios

Wet dream in your lap pt. 1 – (Sub Wanderer, Xiao, Venti, Aether)

Wet dream pt. 2 – (Sub Lyney, Lynette, Freminet)

Kissing Chongyun – (Sub Chongyun)

Submissive Genshin Darlings – (Sub Wanderer, Heizou, Kaeya, Alhaitham)

More ghost reader – (Sub Tighnari, Gorou) 🎃

Oops, all catboys + catgirl! – (Sub Lyney, Lynette, Freminet) 🎃

I Warned You About Those Woods, Bro! – (Sub Lyney, Lynette; Werewolf reader) 🎃

I Heart Subs pt. 1 – (Multifandom scenario; Sub Freminet, Scaramouche, Xiao, Bennett)

Wet Dream pt. 3 – (Sub Dottore, Childe)

I Heart Subs pt. 2 – (Sub Diluc, Childe, Kazuha, Neuvillete)

Teasing Furina – (Sub Furina)

Whiny, drunk Kaveh – (Sub Kaveh)

Spoiling Freminet

Receiving Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet as a present – (Sub Lyney, Lynette, Freminet) ❄️

Freminet's first snow ❄️✨

I Heart Subs pt. 3 – (Sub Scaramouche, Furina, Freminet)

I Heart Subs pt. 4 – (Sub Xiao)

I Heart Subs pt. 5 – (Sub Neuvillette, Wriothesley Alhaitham)

Pure Yang Spirit – (Sub Chongyun)

Railing them – (Sub Freminet, Lyney)

Stuck in a hole – (Sub Bennett)

Sensory deprivation – (Sub Aether, Kaveh)

I Heart Subs pt. 6 – (Sub Zhongli)

I Heart Subs pt. 7 – (Sub Scaramouche, Xiao, Lyney) 🎃

Getting Kinich Pregnant – (Sub Kinich; Witch reader) 🎃

Oneshots/Drabbles

Eating out trans Freminet

Public phone sex – (Sub Freminet)

Furriendly Competition – (Trans sub Lyney)

Deep Dark Waters – (Sub Freminet; Sea monster reader) 🎃

Sleeping Benny – (Sub Bennett; Sleep paralysis demon reader) 🎃

Beware the Big Bad Wolf – (Sub Bennett; Wolfboy reader) 🎃

Trade Off – (Sub Xiao; Monster reader) 🎃

Sacrificial Lamb – (Sub Bennett; Incubus reader) 🎃

Oh, To Be A Harbinger – (Various sub Fatui grunts)

Rimming Freminet – (Sub Freminet)

Teaching Freminet How To Masturbate

Soft sex with Ayaka – (Sub Ayaka) ❄️

Kaveh x monster reader – (Sub Kaveh; Plant monster reader)

Soft noncon – (Sub Scaramouche)

Albedo's Experiment – (Sub Albedo)

Gaming x monster reader – (Sub Gaming) 🎃

Scaramouche + Kinich wearing a sexy Halloween costume – (Sub Scaramouche, Kinich) 🎃

Tonguefucking in the Teapot – (Sub Ororon)

Baizhu x monster reader – (Sub Baizhu) 🎃

[affableramen]

preparations for halloween smau

summary: you get ready for halloween with your boyfriend

tags: fluff, early relationship

characters: tartaglia, wriothesley, neuvillette, pantalone, capitano, alhaitham, doctor, baizhu

can you guys guess what dottore’s costume was? 😂

[yanderefarm]

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last updated; 10/23/24

Original Characters

Ares (Housewife Yandere)

Emil Landorr (Mad King Yandere)

Nephite (Omega Cultist Yandere)

Silvan (Vampire Pet Yandere)

Ajax (Pornstar Yandere)

Noemie (Follower Yandere)

Achilles (Crime Lord Yandere)

Fandoms

Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Degrees of Lewdity, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Jujutsu Kaisen, What in Hell is Bad, Nu Carnival, Creepypastas,

Genshin Impact;

breeding dottore

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Honkai Star Rail;

jing yuan x jiangshi

blade x yandere

boothill x cyborg

skott x supervisor

dan feng/dan heng x mate

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What In Hell Is Bad

for heretics (lucifer)

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Hazbin Hotel

priest vox x his god

valentino x bull demon (with yandere vox)

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Original Characters;

ares #yandere housewife

house wife yandere & part 2 & part 3

housewife yandere introduction

extras: spanking ares, ares getting jealous, finding ares mid kill, pampering and breeding, ares with another yandere, distracted, arguing with him, the collection, wrong name

art: thank you, kisses, ref sheet, halloween costume

emil #yandere king

yandere mad king & part 2

yandere mad king introduction

extras: emil getting jealous, cuddling with emil, morning wood

art: halloween costume, kisses

nephite #yandere cultist

yandere omega cultist

yandere omega cultist introduction

extras: nephite getting jealous, temptation

art: halloween costume,

silvan #yandere pet

yandere vampire's pet

yandere vampire's pet introduction

extras: silvan getting jealous, comforting silvan, warmth, putting on a show, spanking, collars, petting

doll au: doll saga, wedding doll

art: doll, halloween costume, gold star, kisses

ajax #yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar introduction

extras: biting ajaxs chest

art: halloween costume, tattoos

sable

noemie #yandere follower

yandere follower

yandere follower introduction

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

achilles #yandere crime lord

yandere crime lord

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

all of them

baby trapping (ares & nephite)

what if (ares & silvan)

piggy club (ajax & noemie)

art: expressions

references: hair, measurements,

sfw: if you were a worm, asexual reader, chubby reader,

secret admirer, if the reader died, their voices, jealousy,

reader snaps, abused reader, your face in their neck,

ftm reader, on halloween, petting them, their favorite pets,

whos a good boy?, getting a shot, tall reader, presents,

coming home drunk,

nsfw: the one with lactation, the one about butts, freak in the sheets,

himbo reader, service top, top au, the loudest,

ftm au: coming out

divider credits:

hearts & labels & content warning & dark content warning

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 2023!

so, yes, as you can see, nobu shall participate in this year’s kinktober as means of challenging herself. mama nobu is going to die

bondage/shibari - blade

multiple orgasm - zhongli

toys - xiao

pegging - childe

caught masturbating - jing yuan

wax play - kaeya

threesome - sampo x reader x gepard

size kink/reverse size kink - il capitano

window sex - pantalone

creampie - jing yuan

hate/angry sex - scaramouche

somnophilia - jing yuan

feminization - thoma

sensory deprivation - diluc

collaring - ayato

thigh riding - ningguang

public sex - sampo

vanilla - gepard

breeding - dan heng il

corruption - albedo

aftercare - il capitano

double dom - dan heng

fingering - natasha

knife play - blade

praise kink - rosaria

face riding - kafka

squirting - himeko

aphrodisiac - kazuha

pet play - albedo

choking - il dottore

dressed up/in costume - everyone from both fandoms

extra — siegfried - biting/hickeys

as per tradition, only sub characters with dom readers! some fics might skip a day or so but i will try my best to post on day to keep you guys fed. and with that, nobu out!

[lillaluna]

genshin guys meet you at the station

Pairing: Neuvillette, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Dottore, Zhongli, Wriothesley, Pantalone x f!Reader

NEUVILLETTE

He will arrive in advance to find out exactly at which entrance he is to meet you.

When he finds you with a glance in the crowd, he will walk towards you with a discreet smile. When you are in close proximity to each other, he will kiss you, tell you how much he missed you while you were apart and that later, you have reservations at your favorite restaurant.

While you were apart, he led the same measured life as always. The only thing unusual was that every day he would cross out the numbers on the calendar, counting the days until your return.

CHILDE

This is the man who will greet you either in a funny costume or with a silly sign raised high above his head.

He will drop everything as soon as he sees you from far away, and will rush to you, to hug you and spin you around laughing loudly. He might even cry, but he'll say it's because he'll have to see your face again every day.

When you get to your shared apartment, it's a mess, no proper food in the fridge, and a mountain of pizza boxes or something.

DOTTORE

What? You're coming already? He'd probably forget you were coming. All those experiments, you know.

If he remembered you were back at the last minute, he'd be greeting you in his lab coat, smelling like some kind of chemical creep. But wouldn't it matter if he did show up?

Dottore will promise to rehabilitate himself in your eyes by making up for his tardiness with a trip to a restaurant on one of his few days off.

PANTALONE

It's hard to say how it would be, but one of the most likely options is that he would send a driver for you, being a busy man. The driver would have helped you with your bags and made sure you got home comfortably.

There would be a huge bouquet of flowers waiting for you in the car, with a note promising to meet you in the evening.

At home you would have a perfect order, the fridge would be full of your favorite foods and ready meals, so that from the road, you could properly rest.

ZHONGLI

There's no way he'd be late. Zhongli would be waiting for you in advance, with a small bouquet in his hands, just the right size for you to carry it comfortably.

The always reserved Zhongli would kiss your cheek, lingering on it a little longer than usual.

He wouldn't take the day off, but after a day of work, at home with a cup of tea, he'd love to hear about your trip.

WRIOTHESLEY

He would have come early, probably dressed in his Meropid uniform, because of course he was at work. In fact, all those days when you weren't around, he tried to keep himself more busy with work, so that time would pass faster and he wouldn't have a chance to be bored.

Wriothesley won't bring you flowers, but you can count on the cute bear he pulled out of the toy machine the other day because it reminded him of you.

When he sees you in the crowd of arrivals, he'll rush forward to take you in his arms and lift you up in his arms.

THOMA

Oh, sweet Thoma will not only come early, he will also bring something delicious with him so that you can feel not only physically, but also taste how much he missed you!

He will hug you tightly when he meets you, not letting you out of his arms for a long time. It will absolutely be safe to say that he will be moved to tears by your meeting.

Thoma will take the day off on the day of your arrival. A hot bath will be waiting for you at home, where he will gladly give you a massage, after which he will feed you deliciously again. Thoma will be happy to spend the whole day with you in bed, fulfilling your every whim, because he missed you so much.

AYATO

For all his busyness, he'll try to meet you himself. It'll be in the most beautiful of ways. Ayato in his beautiful white suit, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and of course a refreshing bubble tea.

Like in the most romantic movies, he'll greet you with a big hug and a tender kiss, saying how much he missed you. Don't be surprised if you see Ayaka nearby as well, who with humble words of greeting will hand you a mochi with your favorite flavor.

After you and Ayato arrive home, he'll go about his business again, leaving you in your sister's caring hands to gossip properly. And the first thing Ayaka will tell you is how Ayato talked about you a lot, making plans for what you'll do when you get home.

[glassrowboat]

Dottore x Reader x Diluc poto AU

Summary: The Angel of Music's lair awaits you as painted gold arms move to welcome you in, the creak of their gears barely registering in your ears over your voice as his hand fits comfortably in yours, guiding you along. Further, further, and further into his world of unending night.

Warnings: Dottore, sexual content, smut, oral, cunnilignus, masturbating, altering of POTO canon, not proofread, but Risse is tired

The lights had been blinding as always when you had stood high on the stage, filling the air with a burning heat that licked at your skin. Sweat had dripped down your back, but there was no searing ache in your muscles from performing as your legs held you up for the painted gold faces of statues to see you in all your glory without even a speck of powder on pointed toes. For there were no silk ribbons fastened around your ankles to be seen by an effigies eyes. Your feet weren't even peeling a new layer of skin. There was only a dull hum in your throat and an ever beating heart from frayed nerves at having all those eyes on you.

On you alone.

For the stage had claimed you not as a ballet dancer who twirled with each long string of a bow, but as the star all lights were pointed to.

Just like the ones covered in glitter and gems you had pulled out of your hair a moment ago and laid to rest on the vanity you were sitting before. Your own reflection staring back at you as your fingers dance over the red petals of a rose. A gift from your Angel of Music.

You could almost hear the vibrato in his voice as well wishes fell from the lips that have taught you so well. Surely, he would be dawning a smirk, prideful as he is.

You plucked a petal, withered at the end with a dull brown that curls in on itself, and let it fall onto the floor of this overbearingly pink room; from the wallpaper to the endless bouquets surrounding you in a fog of perfume. All unaccompanied by a glass bottle to spray a charming mist into the air with a squeeze of an atomizer bulb, yet it smothered you nonetheless.

But in your hands, still perfectly polished from when your makeup had been done before the show, was black. A ribbon unlike the twisted and worn ones of your pointe shoes twisting around your finger, hypnotizing you with its delicate touch.

You didn't even notice the knob of the painted door keeping you apart from the bustling crew you would normally be shrugging through in an attempt to go change out of your costume twisting.

Not until a voice called out, one without the austere lit to it you had heard between dark stones aglow by the flicker of candles as you prayed for your father. That bright red of a rose, its scent still plaguing you, was replaced with locks of embering hair and memories of salt in the air as a violin played; waves lapping at the shore a background to the sweet melody.

“A little girl let her mind wander. The little girl thought, ‘Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or of shoes.”

A poem you had learned in your tender years now sparking at the core of your memory again.

“Diluc?”

Your eyes fell on him, taking in the black coat hugging a frame that had now grown out of the lanky one you had known well from days of cuddling up together in a dusty attic on an old blanket, and white tie so pure it could be mistaken for the snow that is sure to come with the change of seasons already starting to creep in through the walls of the opera house with a chilling touch.

Almost like hands made of ice were ready to wrap around your throat.

But Diluc's were warm as he kneeled before you, hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder only to pull it back like he shouldn't have dared to be so familiar with you despite the moments you both shared. “Or of riddles or of frocks..or of chocolates.”

The flutter of your heart still stirred from the stage, twisting and turning as you looked up at him.

He was different from the boy you once knew, but he still held traces of himself from the memories you replayed in your head on an endless loop in between chatter with the other chorus girls and, dare you admit, even in the face of a blue glow that could never melt into shadows the same way the rest of your phantom did.

“Should I refer to you as Vicomte now?” You asked, remembering how the new managers had introduced him during rehearsal.

“Please, don't call me that.” The flickering light of the candle moved along Diluc's shoulders as they slumped. “It makes me uncomfortable. And there's no need.”

Not between us, is what he didn't say.

“Diluc it is, then.”

“And you, should I call you the star of tonight's show?” Diluc asked, head tilting slightly when your eyes met with his. “You did amazing up there.”

“Oh I see, so I'm not worthy of the title a prima donna yet? But no.” you shook your head, a smile quirking your lips up at his genuine praise. He had always been so quick to listen to your quiet lullabies in awe once upon a time, and that same unabashed reverence has turned back to you again.

He really did remember you despite not recognizing you- not seeing you- when he was first introduced to the troupe as a new benefactor of the theater.

“There's no need for that.” You assured him.

“Then if there's no need for titles between us, how about we share a meal. One in celebration of your wonderful performance and to meeting again?”

Your fingers tightened around the stem in your hands the moment he asked, wrangling it into something new, something misshapen. All between knuckles that were slowly turning white with each passing second. “No.”

“I'm sorry is”- Diluc’s hand drew back further, continuously pulling away the warmth he had to offer- “something wrong?”

And the stirring in your heart seemed to quell the further Diluc got.

“It's not- well..you remember what my father said, right, Diluc? That when he was in heaven he would send the Angel of Music to me.” With a sucked in breath you got out the words: “well father is dead, and I have been visited.”

“Oh, there's no doubt of it.”

The sentence echoed one that had once been whispered between you on a windy day, almost bringing you further back in time than just his mere presence brought you. To memories of dark stories and a scarf trying to fly off with the breeze and swim along the waters being returned to you as he wrapped it around your neck as you promised one day you would stand on the stage waiting for your voice to be heard by everyone and by him.

How far you've come.

The both of you.

But…

“And the Angel of Music is very strict.” You reminded yourself. The you that had become intimate with the shivers racking your spine simply at the thought of displeasing him currently running over you.

Breath falling short.

“I don't intend to keep you for long.”

“I know, it's just-”

And then he asked you to please play along, to indulge him on this even as the hole drilling itself in your stomach grew and grew. To the point eating anything in the first place sounded sickening, but you smiled at that same baby face Diluc couldn't seem to grow out of even after all these years and dared to agree.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as he walked to the door, pushed it out of the way with one last call of “You must change. Something you can actually walk around in, preferably. In the meantime, I'll order my carriage.” And a promise you won't regret joining him as that pink door closed.

Painted lilies staring back at you as gooseflesh awoke on your skin.

A lock silently clicked in place without you even noticing.

Then, a voice seemed to blare over the room, blowing out the candles around you one by one. From the vanity your red rose laid upon to the one next to the dressing screen you had only just been behind to change (trying to discard the heavy costume you had worn on stage), hands occupied with fixing the tie to your robe. Darkness took over, leaving you in the music of the night.

“He's insolent, my muse. Just a boy who hasn't even fostered the voice you now yield, but there he was sharing in my triumph.”

The sneer you could hear in his voice was recognizable and well known after all the times other ‘young suitors’ as he liked to call them dared to cross an invisible line he drew. One you still couldn't tell if it was etched in the grains of sand or hammered into concrete, but either way, daring to pass, it was as risky as a gambler asking for Aphrodite’s kiss.

“He didn't mean any harm.”

“I would say trying to step in the way of your spotlight for a chance to greet you is pernicious at best.”

Like the panes of a window leaving shadows along the floor where the sun casts its rays.

“Look, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell him no.”

“But your soul was weak, I take it?” He asked with the same snark you've grown accustomed to from him. At this point it was almost a comfort after hearing him make remarks about the inability of the crew, Carlotta, and the new managers who had just taken over all while a stained glass image of a god you bowed your head to watched over you.

A holy gaze keeping you safe as prayers for your father whispered on your lips and a flame sparked as you lit a candle in his name, but in here it was only you and a fog slowly creeping in.

Dottore always was one for dramatics.

“Forgive me, teacher.” You said at last.

A hum filled your ears, just as the fog rose higher and higher, blocking out the endless bouquets that had been filling the room more than the gaudy furniture could even dare to try.

He spoke of Diluc basking in your glory, but here he was doing the same with your trepidation.

All you could do was wait for the other shoe to fall, or-

“Only this once, my muse.”

Or to have a hand held out to take yours. Black gloves and golden claws shattering the illusion you were semi alone in this room as the mirror fell away for Dottore to pull you inside. Arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close as a melody filled your ears; blocking out the sound of Diluc rattling the doorknob to check on you as panic swells in his chest.

“I am your Angel of Music.” Dottore said as he cast a sidelong glance towards the door, his hold on you tightening. “Come to your Angel of Music.”

With a crescendo, everything else fell away.

All with that same fog following you, drowning everything else out. Leaving the world above the murky depths you were pulled into distorted by refraction. Blocking out the last words you could have sworn went something along the lines of: “Who is in there with you?”

You couldn't even register the concern lacing each word, not when all your nerves were set alight. Yet the raucous beating of your heart, a drum that has long since been used and abused, finally soothed as Dottore pulled you along.

“Come now, and sing once again with me our strange duet.”

A haze passed by all at once with golden arms clicking as gears in need of a good oiling moved, fingers intertwining with your own, and the splash of water as a rowboat that looked as fickle as glass dipped under your weight when you climbed in.

All with the assurance “I have you” as you were flooded by the Phantom’s song.

His voice echoed off the walls dripping with a moisture you would rather not think about, slipping between the cracks and over dewy cobwebs with a raw texture. The talent of a man who taught himself all he knew in the silence between the shows put on in the light as his shadow cast across the stones down below.

Dottore had once likened it to a hollow building, one falling apart at the seams all thanks to its unsteady foundation, but you? You, the very thing that inspired his song, had come in and filled that shell of a home with comfort. Blankets over the windows to keep the cold air out, rugs padding over the hard floor, and a place to rest; one without the worry of rats creeping their way into our home.

Dottore never explained why he called it “our home.”

Not even as his masked face turned towards you and you were left questioning if that black and white porcelain could hold an expression of fondness.

“Surely you know how to get out of a boat yourself.” Dottore teased, even as he helped pull you out with one last unsteady lurch and splash of water under your feet. Droplets tickling your ankles.

“Apparently not.”

“Don't tell me I have another thing I need to teach you.” Dottore raised a brow, or maybe both, you really couldn't tell.

“Would it matter if you did?” You teased.

“I suppose not. We can stay down here, together.” Dottore whispered with his hand ghosting along your cheek. Cold to the touch. “And abandon the garish light of day all while I teach you something new. All in this kingdom of music..”

A kingdom with only one subject, the king: Dottore himself.

“I'm not just going to purge my thoughts of the life I knew before,” danced on your tongue, wanting to escape from the confines you only tightened the hold of. Chaining it to a wall to be forgotten and discarded.

For his eyes could both threaten and adore; you already knew which would be easier to handle. And you were too exhausted to try weasel your way out of this mess you had stumbled in again, anyway.

“Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you.” As he sang in your ear, lips and the touch of his mask grazing your skin, Dottore's hand fell from your cheek. Roamed as it pleased. Traced over your collarbones only to go lower, lower, and lower. The golden claws he's wearing toy with your robe, reflecting back your own thinly pressed lips in their radiance. “Open up your mind, my muse. Let me in. Let yourself belong to me.”

“…I”

You took too long to respond.

That was apparent in the way his hand drew back. A stove hot to the touch to tender flesh. Leaving him wounded.

“You need rest. It's been a long night for you.”

“Right…I'm not even that tired though.” Not when your eyes had a place to scour over. To soak in all the rugs placed over the mildew-claimed floors, the lights buzzing with electricity that somehow worked all the way down here, and a well loved piano sitting atop it all.

“You will be. Just give it time.”

All while that same fog that has been chasing you both filled your vision.

You didn't even get the chance to ask Dottore what he meant by that as you fell into his arms. Eyes rolling back as you were greeted by the darkest dreams a mind could imagine.

“Took longer than I thought it would. I'll need to change the percentages in the concoction then. My fault for not testing the drug when it's airborne.”

Muttering to himself Dottore carried you to his bed and placed you down. Tongue clicking as he looked at you slowly being swallowed up but the mattress he had spent countless restless nights tossing and turning in. “Can't you see? Only you alone can make my music take flight…but that boy…”

Hands that were still burnt from your earlier refusal pulled a blanket up and over your shoulders; shaking unsteadily. They might as well have actually been burnt under a flame, set alight, for they twitched like embers were ingrained into his skin as Dottore lingered near you.

Silently watching.

“Once he's gone you can help me make the music of the night. But for now, simply rest well.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Dottore left in favor of his piano, desperate for something to take the swirling storm in his head out on.

It was better that way.

It gave Dottore something to focus on that wasn't his cock straining against his pants as he set the sheets of an unfinished piece before him. Notes daring to be written on the yellowed paper, crinkled and worn after all times he's dug it out only to store it away again without adding a single drop of ink. His pen always did hang in the air, threatening to add something as Dottore busied himself with tapping at the keys; feather covered back turned to you as he tried to work.

Crude, Dottore thought as he huffed at just how wrong it all sounded to his self-taught ear.

It was the tapping that eventually stirred you, forcing your eyes to crack open only to be greeted by the sight of a metal bird staring down at you rather than the mask you had come to expect. Its head tilted to the side. Blue eyes glowing in the dark.

You didn't even get the chance to mutter a confused hello before it flew off with a squawk. Soaring. Long, almost vial-like tail flowing after it.

“What the…”

Grumbling, you pushed the blankets covering you away. Feet padding on the floor as you followed after its flapping wings.

Without your Angel by your side this place seemed different. Hollow, almost. Lonely, like a burnt out candle waiting to bring fire to this world again as it fails to shine. To the point you were glad to follow the song that never seemed to stop playing in your head all the way to a hunched figure.

Without turning back to look at you Dottore said: “I see you're awake. How are you doing, my muse?”

“Like I entered a fever dream.” Which would explain this labyrinth where the daylight dissolves into darkness. All except a faint glow leaving his skin an unearthly hue. “You see the bird too, right?”

Another tap of the keys laid out in front of him rang before Dottore spoke again.

“I do.”

“At least I'm not going crazy then.”

The feathers of his jacket greeted you first, brushing along your arms as they wrapped around him. Would the bird feel the same or would it lack Dottore's warmth you clung to? Would it feel as stiff as he froze under you like deer under the glow of a blinding light.

Funny, for a man who would take a life with as little emotion as a carriage running over a fawn's carcass.

“If you were going crazy I would be sure to tell you.” Dottore strangled out. Voice so tight you couldn't help but check you weren't accidentally pulling on that strap he wore around his throat (for some reason or another), but you weren't even so much as touching it.

“How thoughtful.”

“It's less being thoughtful and more the thought you of going”- his hand pulled away from the keys to gesture at something you couldn't see- “crazed might affect how you choose to sing. Though, it might add an interesting candor as you bear your heart and voice to the opera house.”

“And to its crowd.” You teased, eyes peeking up at him, at the mask he wore, from the feathered mantle you were snuggled up against.

You were so tempted to reach out and graze your fingers over the material, to feel the cold sting grace your skin before pulling it away to reveal what lay underneath. May it be a man or a monster your curiosity begged to know. Pleading into your ear. Only for you to remember the last time you tried as he sucked in an unsteady breath. How he pushed you away, raised a hand that never fell to your cheek as you crawled farther and farther away from him until your back hit a wall behind you.

He shook then just as Dottore is now.

“Yes, them too.”

So your hand didn't dare to try again. Instead it fell to the keyboard to tap over a note or two, fiddling with it to keep your mind off the need to pull away from him- to flee- that gnawed at you. After all, if this truly was a kingdom then what subject could truly run away without repercussions?

The monarch himself picked up the pen beside him, pinched it between those pointed claws, and the notes you had just played were written down on the piece of paper laid out before him.

“Are you writing a new piece?” You asked.

“I'm attempting to. Unfortunately, I am rather distracted.”

Ignoring the way his jaw jutted your way accusingly you continued to tap at the keys. And he continued to write each note down until he told you to sit beside him

“I don't think there's enough room on that bench you're using, Angel.”

His hands were on your waist in a second, the pen clattering as it dropped while Dottore pulled you on his lap. “I said: sit down.”

You barely noticed him picking the pen back up from the ground with his fingers playing with the laces of your corset; brushing over them all the way down to the messy bow you had tied together. At the time your hands had been shaking as the excitement to be on stage had rushed through you, but now your own jittery effort was undone by one single pull of the wirey cord.

Dottore’s touch burned, even through his gloves.

“So..a new piece?” You asked.

“Yes, but I was..admittedly struggling with composing it; on my own, that is. It would be a great help to me if you played another note.” The laces were tugged at again. “Or two. Or three.”

Even as the garment fell off you, only held up by your own hands, it felt harder to breathe than before. “I wouldn't mind, really, but was this necessary?”

Dottore's eyes flicked down between you, scalding you with the red fire inside of them that seemed to only be held back by a single barrier of glass, begging to shatter under the stress. “I was undoing it to keep the corset from pressing on your diaphragm. I don't need your voice distorted.”

It was only a moment later Dottore tacked on “That's all” even as he leaned in closer to you, hand trailing up your back just as softly as the air from his lips was gracing yours. Only an inch apart. Getting closer, closer, and closer to the point you could see deformities in the mask.

Then his head fell to your neck.

“You'll help me f-” Dottore cut himself off, shutting his own trail of thought down. “For my music, won't you, my muse?”

Your hand met the piano, trying to play another note even as his hand dropped from your back and you fell against the keys. The chord cluster had your fingers curling around the white tiles; the damned bird squawked with a jump, only causing your grip to tighten at the shrill sound.

“I'm the one who interrupted your focus, so..” You cleared your throat. “Yes, teacher.”

Dottore replied back with an excellent, already clearly hard at work again as his pen moved, writing the notes you accidentally slammed down on. Black ink trailing off with every flick of his wrist as Dottore's hand slid up to where yours was keeping the corset up and pressed his thumb right over your diaphragm; fingers tickling your ribcage.

“Try to sing a note.”

Without a second to doubt his reasons you obeyed, and Dottore nodded in thought.

“Excellent, just like that. Now, remind me, I don't think we've practiced singing while enduring rough activity, have we?” He asked, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as his eyes flicked over your form on top of him.

“No.” You got out even through the discomfort pressing at your chest.

“Then it's time to change that. Don't you agree?”

“It would be a waste to turn down an opportunity to learn, right? That's what you always say.” At this point you could probably parrot the exact cadence Dottore uses as he repeats those exact words, voice controlled, a lit to it you knew belonged to a man who enjoyed having eyes on him as he made a spectacle of how smart he was, all while teaching you. Usually, Dottore would posture, flick his cape when it gets in his way - not pull you from his lap and place you down on the piano behind you.

Another slam of the keys.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable in your new found place as you tried to figure out why you thought something had been poking at your thigh the entire time Dottore had been holding you close. Had you sit with him on the stool clattering to the floor in Dottore's rush to push it away and kneel before you.

You had half a mind to comment how gross that had to be with these floors, but you were cut off by Dottore himself. “Have I ever told you nighttime has a way of heightening and sharpening each sensation?”

“Here and there.” You nodded. “But what does this have to do with your composition?”

The music sheet (one missing a title) was now cast aside, pen keeping it in place from any stray breeze hoping to pick it up and force it to fall along with the stool. Abandoned by its own creator without mercy for his hands had left it to play with the hem of your skirts; pushing them up and along your legs.

“Oh that's quite simple, but it seems my muse can't figure it out on her own.” Dottore clicked his tongue with a harsh tch. “Sometimes I swear you need everything spelled out for you.”

Ripples ran along your thigh as the cool metal of Dottore's claws graced your skin, from your hip to your ankle as he dragged your undergarments down. “I'll simply draw the notes out of you. You can just lay back and feel it all, savor each sensation.”

“Angel-”

“Oh, and-” Dottore's eyes raised from the sight of your skirts now bunched around your waist, pushed out of the way for his convenience. All to place a single kiss on your thigh that you nearly jerked away from. Only held in place due to the grip he had on you; mercilessly keeping you still even as a heat crept over your cheeks. “And make sure to use your voice.”

Your leg was hooked over his shoulder, the feathers from before taunting you as they brushed against your skin. Were you supposed to grab them or his hair? Were you supposed to yank him back and ask what this was about or let him keep leaning in closer?

The puff of air breathed out on your core answered before you could decide for yourself. And you were suddenly grateful you were sitting on the piano instead of trying to keep yourself up, afloat, as sharp teeth nibbled at your skin leaving your knees feeling weak even after all the years of ballet lessons that strengthened them. Hours of holding poses, perfecting them until you were given a nod of approval from Madame Giry, all suddenly for naught.

“I-I don't think this is very appropriate.”

“You said you'd help me.”

“Well, granted, I did, but-”

His tongue slid along your folds, tasting the very essence you exude. A long strip, a long drag of his tongue on you, and you were a goner.

A single moan ripped through your throat had Dottore's hand reaching down, fumbling with the buttons on his pants (far too many for his liking right now) to push them aside as he tasted you again, again, and again. Only pulling back long enough- giving you a chance to recover- to whisper against your folds “Don't think about anything besides me, my muse. Just me. Let me inside your mind.”

The keys pressed down, playing a soft melody every time your hips bucked up to chase after his touch; desperately trying to drag out more and more of the pleasure building in you. It was a raging fire flooding your soul, a need Dottore returned a hundredfold with a hand wrapping around his cock. Fucking it imagining it was you under him instead- bodies intertwining.

A minor, D minor, and E minor played on the piano, only drowned out by the sound of your cries and the wet sounds between your legs.

A strange duet that was wholefully one of your and Dottore's making.

His thumb brushed over the head of Dottore’s cock, smearing pre into his gloves as Dottore's tongue ravaged you with every bit of lust he'd tampered down over the years. Finally he was able to let it drain into you. Each moment of grazed hands, stolen glances and close calls coming to fruition as his tongue lapped at you.

Using you as a faucet to his molten need that never failed to be stoked, coals sparking with a fire burning alight, by your voice.

“That's it, give in to me. Give in to what I do to you.” Dottore barely managed to mutter between his own groans and hatred to be parted from you for a single second.

Your hand tugged at his hair, the questions you asked yourself long since tossed aside with the flame burning in your core, begging to be eased.

To be satiated.

You barely caught sight of the mechanical bird watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the image of Dottore kneeling before you, head between your thighs as he stroked himself reflected back in its metal beak; warped image capturing the moment you came as the Opera Ghost himself made you sing.

You were too dazed to make out the notes you were playing anymore, only the fact they were turning in your head like a music box that never failed to draw you in as Dottore's head fell against your thigh. Slick coating his face (and parts of his mask), leaving it with a sheen he licked off as his hand moved. Hips stuttering up into the hole he made with a moan.

He called your name as he came, white sticky fluid splashing over the ground.

Blood red eyes staring up at you the entire time.

Speech seemed to turn into silence, words failing you, just out of reach of your outstretched hand desperately hoping to grasp onto anything to say in this moment. But all you could think about was how your blood was still racing.

Even when he had raised from the floor, ran a hand along your cheek, and finally kissed you you still had no clue what to say. Not even as your Angel whispered “Finally. You are so beautiful when you sing, my muse, to the point I couldn't smother your voice even when I longed to kiss you.”

Pulling you in his arms, Dottore held you close, hand running up and down your back, passing over the open laces of your corset.

“Don't you see? This is the music of the night.”

For you alone can make his song take flight.

Funny, how even wrapped up in his embrace, the heat of your release painting your thigh, you still felt cold.

And you longed for another to hold you tight.

[perfettamentechic]

Maschere della Commedia dell'Arte 1^ parte

Scopri il mondo affascinante delle maschere della Commedia dell'Arte! Ogni maschera racconta una storia unica e porta con sé tradizioni secolari. Pronti a tuffarvi in questo viaggio teatrale? 🎉 #CommediaDellArte #Maschere #Teatro #perfettamentechic

La Commedia dell’Arte è un affascinante genere teatrale che ha preso piede in Italia nel XVI secolo. Questo stile di recitazione si distingue per l’uso di maschere, che non solo caratterizzano i personaggi, ma raccontano anche storie e tradizioni regionali. Le maschere nella Commedia dell’Arte sono più di semplici accessori; sono simboli di identità e cultura. Ogni maschera rappresenta un…

[yandere-daydreams]

I think Dottore would force-hybridfy his darling, as in surgically becoming an incredibly dependent hybrid bc he wanted a new pet or whatever

tw - !!nonconsensual body modification!!!, nonconsensual touching, kidnapping, and unbalanced power dynamics.

to be fair, it isn't just because he thinks you'd look cuter with a fluffy tail and twitching ears. treating a human the way he wants to treat you is complicated. when you lock a human in a cage, wrap a collar around their neck and dress them up in flimsy, practically transparent costumes masquerading as clothes, people tend to do things like 'call the police' and 'take back your degree', but when you do the same things to a hybrid, no one bats an eye. it's unfair, really, that the same rules his menagerie of test subjects beloved pets live by don't apply to you, the assistant he just recently brought on to help around one of his more public-safety approved loss. you're such a doe-eyed thing, always tripping over your own feet and messing up your calculations whenever he so much as glances your way. it's only a shame you don't have the antlers to match.

you're less than agreeable to the process, but that's never stopped him before. altogether, it's a relatively noninvasive procedure - just a few shots, a minor cosmetic surgery or two, a dash of DNA splicing where your genes don't match up with his vision of what you ought to be. he makes sure you're comfortable, lets you sleep in one of his many observational rooms rather than the elaborate enclosure you'll soon prefer, and when you inevitably start to act like the animal you're meant to be, to bite at his fingertips and kick out when he tries to perform your daily full-body inspection, he takes it in-stride, opts to restrain and sedate you like an animal, too. he does intend to strain you properly, but that can wait until later on. your white freckles are just starting to come in, and yesterday, he found budding antlers beginning to poke through your scalp. you've lost a bit of your former eloquence, too, and he can tell you're thinking less, relying on instinct more, like any proper hybrid would. it's a shame you don't see the artistry in his work, but he's proud enough for the both of you. he's sure, once you let go of the stands of your humanity, you'll come around.

he's sure that, once you're no longer recognizable as anything near human, no one would have the heart to take his precious pet away from him.

[akutasoda]

halloween hauntings!

　↳ ayatsuji, dazai, kafka, nikolai, fyodor, baizhu, wriothesley, jouno, luocha, blade, tingyun, sampo, sara, beidou, jing yuan, yosano, dottore

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, multifandom post, wc - 341

carving pumpkins ★↷

perhaps one of you isn't too fond of going out and still want to celebrate, or either of you are very fond of carving them. either way you both loved it. from gutting the pumpkins, to carving the designs and finally displaying them out front of your residence - the whole process filled with memories that'll last the lifetime.

- sara, beidou, wriothesley, tingyun , yosano

costumes ★↷

wether it be matching or not either they love to do it or you love it. you two don't even have to go anywhere and you'd still love doing it. maybe the reason could even be for a halloween costume contest but no matter yoi both found it fun. perhaps even doing the others finishing tpucjes before taking a couple of photos to commerate the moment forever.

- dazai, kafka, jing yuan, yosano

trick or treating ★↷

either firm believers that you're never too old to trick or treat or your the one that dragged the along(willingly). maybe they even just want to go out amd see the vast amount of halloween decorations - they most likely already decorated your residence to the extreme. perhaps they might get a bit competitive as to see who could end up with the most amount of treats, although no matter the outcome they already can't wait for next year.

- dazai, nikolai, sampo, beidou, jing yuan

horror movie marathon ★↷

the type that absolutely adore horror films and want nothing more to sit down with you, huddled under a blanket watching movie after movie. wether your a horror fan or not depends on the severity of films they choose to watch with you. just the two if you cuddled under blankets, snacks and drinks of your and their choice at the ready as you binge watch horror films.

- ayatsuji, fyodor, baizhu, luocha, blade, dottore

[incorrectfatui]

Scaramouche: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Dottore.  Sandrone, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?  Scaramouche: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.  Sandrone: Wow! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?  Scaramouche: You wanted fake blood?  Sandrone: Scaramouche: I’ll go call Dottore.

[reginalucernis]

As you can see I've entered my Genshin era - I wonder when it'll end

In brief, I just wanted to do some warm-up before starting a big art (I hope it'll happen one day...) and show my headcanons just for fun, why not? And ofc I do not impose anything on anyone, this is just my personal opinion and blah-blah

I find Genshin char design quite entertaining. I like the devs try to rethink and use some national stereotypes, folk costumes, some ethnic motifs etc, but absolutely the same blank faces for all characters regardless of their sex and age are just killing me. So that's why I decided to diversify it a little, to estimate possible ethnic and individual differences (yes, all the nations in Genshin are fictional etc, but in fact all the national and historical prototypes seem to be quite obvious). OK LET'S GOO

Tortellini. First of all, I'm sure freckles really suit gingers. Dimples can also add some character to the image of a naive fool and a positive dude (although Tort isn't actually stupid, he's a straightforward simpleton 'cos of his young age - this fact is stated directly in the game, e.g. in Arle's dialogues). Speaking about the general features of the face, I should note the more pronounced angles of the jaw and brow ridges, thicker eyebrows, thicker neck, slightly larger chin - features that correspond to a more realistic facial structure and the difference between a male and a female face. Regarding the nose, the situation is a bit ambiguous: on the one hand, a curved nose is usually considered more Southern European or West Asian (including Arabic and Persian regions) but I once found information about two subtypes of curved noses a long time ago. Like, if the nose is curved in the upper part closer to the bridge of the nose, then this is usually the Asian type, if it's curved in the lower part closer to the tip, then it's usually European. Considering that I've met guys on the street with the latter type of a curved nose (which is also raised up) and their appearance corresponded to the "Nordic" type (light straight hair, light eyes, pale skin of a cold shade), let's assume that this is still a Northern European nose and everything is logical

Signora. Her facial features are slightly softer. She has a usual straight narrow nose. Her appearance is close to the type of a femme fatale, she is suited by slightly defined cheekbones and plump lips (I have nothing against symmetrical round "bow" lips which are trendy today, but I just prefer classic ones with a pronounced cleavage in the middle). Her head is proudly raised. Moles can complement the image: a mole under the eye can add some sophistication and elegance, while the one above the upper lip can add a bit of sensuality (for example, look at the photo of Nika Turbina - her story raises many questions, but her appearance is definitely memorable). In other words, quoting The Twelve Chairs by Ilf and Petrov, Rosaline is "a sultry woman, a poet's dream" :)

Dottore. On the one hand, his color palette gives the impression of albinism (although albinos among humans, unlike animals, practically do not have red eyes, but let's forget about it). On the other hand, his Sumeru origin directly asks to add something appropriate, so I decided to choose a hooked nose (yes, I love noses, the most diverse and memorable part of the face). His character and his actions are conducive to introducing a bit of "monstrosity" into the image: sharp facial features and teeth, withered thin lips, a greenish tint in the palette. Well, it turns out he's a true gremlin. I like the widespread headcanon about him having scars, why not - in general, the guy could both earn one in the process of experiments and receive it from his fellow countrymen. I decided to make him stoop a little, but this is a dangerous move. I mean the Doctor is bursting with aggression, determination and arrogance, he is a daring and self-confident person, and such a tightness doesn't fit him. However, his obsession with scientific research, poring over books and constant work on experiments can (probably) cause a curvature of posture. In the end, I decided that this man can straighten up normally if necessary, but he usually still slouches (just like my uncle :)). Or at least like Dead Space protagonist who is also stooped but still is quite a good fighter

Arlele. Here I didn't do much 'cos the developers have already given her a bunch of distinct features: crossed pupils, and black hands, and some patterns on them, and contrasting hair (although most chars have more or less monochrome or at least similar shades of their hair). In general, she's good the same as she is now. In comparison with Signora, her image is slightly more restrained and refined, her lips are slightly thinner, her eyebrows, on the contrary, are slightly thicker, and her cheekbones are less pronounced. The only major detail added is a slightly hooked, drooping nose. I don't know why, but it seems to be very French for me. Some famous French actors and actresses have kinda similar noses (e.g. Louis de Funès, Pierre Richard, Christian Clavier, Sophie Marceau, Laetitia Casta etc.) - well, at least I think so

By the way, I honestly wanted to diversify somehow emotions in my drawings, but all of the characters are smiling again - what can I do if the smiles suit these guys as well as nobody else: Tort has a half-friendly, half-self-confident smile kinda like 😼, Signora has a proud one, Arle has a cunningly condescending one, and Dottore has just a snide "ehehe"

Hooray, it's a Chinese wall of my text again - well, this time it has at least some sense

Have a nice summer everyone!! I hope to see you again before the autumn :)

P.S. hello to the old ones who has recognized the original album cover, it's been 19 years since its release, feel old yet?

[fatuismooches]

I love the hypothetical playable Reader and Dottore.... so I wanted to add my own thing to it :D the namecard!!!! It's a little boring but I like to imagine its foxttore with a lil butterfly reader on his nose...

And an outfit/costume for them!!!! Maybe either webttore and reader whos dressed in something matching!! or them from the akademiya... agdfaugsihdhoohdf im going insane im skittering across the floor and eating your carpet - 🐓

OH MY GOSH YES... THE NAMECARD RAHH!! Ahh that's so cute... There's a big Foxttore in the middle and the background also has rows of small Puffttores... :D bonus points if Foxttore is wearing Dottore's lil vial earring!! That'd be super cute! And the butterfly is perched all cutely on his lil nose, taking a rest from the world, while Foxttore just looks at it curiously (it would die for you)... <3

AND YES THE OUTFITS!! Okay veryyy self indulgent or whatever... but I imagine when reader becomes playable they get a redesign and their new outfit is composed of different things from the segments, small and only noticeable if you knew them but still there. Dottore's blue wearing hanging somewhere, a pink bow from Webttore hidden as well, uhh idk something from Zandy as well and maybe a little piece of Alpha's Akademiya uniform... >.< idk i just think it'd be super cute for them to carry a piece of the segments everywhere... yeah.

THE MATCHING OUTFIT IDEAS ARE ENDLESS... you two getting your uniforms modified like Lisa did... 😭❤️ (the idea of you two just randomly chilling in Sumeru with the uniform is KILLING me though. Other scholars approaching you two because they've never seen you around 😭. I think Alpha would be best suited for this because I don't think the other segments have any interest in going back there. 😭) rah just imagine... matching fancy ball outfits... mhm... Dottore having his crow/raven motifs while you have your sparrow/butterfly ones 🥰