#dottor inferno

[super-vinzo]

[akatsukicross]

Sins of a Unloving God || SAGAU

fandom | genshin impact, sagau

rating | mature

warning(s) | gn!reader, has wing-like ears (reference), implied torture, minor blood mentioned, implied multiple rounds of sexual intercourse

pairing | implied sexual relationship with dottore

word count | 700-800

summary | they were ethereal and majestic—a deity that would be the envy of all with just a glance of their benevolence. Yet that is far from the truth, they're a beast with beauty who cared little about their own creations.

You cannot remember when you began to create worlds, but all they knew was that they were all boorish and gave you no entertainment. The icy waters below flows in wavelets, two koi fishes circulating around before parting their ways—just like the destinies she tore for fleeting pleasure.

You touched the ends of your (h/c) hair that was much longer than in the past. The soaked silken strands of your hair made a sigh escape your lips. Your wing-like ears twitch in irritation as memory that is best to be forgotten resurfaces. Gritting at the thought, hands splatter against the rippling reflection. Your white robe wrapped her drenched body with water trickling down your lasciviously like vine rooting around for vitality.

The moonlight saw through its transparency and rises slightly from the cool pond filled with koi’s that lived in endless serenity.

Your lackluster (e/c)-colored eyes gleam in the false silver beams that nip your cheeks. You let out a breathy chuckle. “So how long do you intend to let your eyes linger?” You turns your head with a impish smile to the man that remained silent even when you advances closer.

Your hand brushed against his cheek with gentle kneads, which he leaned against with closed eyes. You let out a more endearing sigh at his stillness. Her fingers intertwine his locks in a manner that had the other submerged in your chest—not caring of how drenched the robe was. His larger hands wrap around your waist, rubbing them in a circular motion with his thumb, his lips had then made its way to the more exposed part of the robe. You don't stop him and allows the doctor to do his own thing with woeful whimpers for your to lead. And when he looks at you with pleading eyes…you couldn’t help but coo at his pathetic state.

“You're still so needy even after so many rounds.” Whispering softly to the man, not giving in to his pleading. You can feel his fingers digging through the fabric and skin, small spots of gold emerge.

It bleeds through the whiteness of your loose garment. Slits come to view and your grip against his skin strengthened; your (e/c) eyes swirl in a deep-seated depravity that one could evoke that the devil to wither in its scrutiny. Your eyes become like onyx stones of endless night while his gleam with gold-red specs that resemble incandescent bodies of celestials.

Your hand traces the man's face that desperately morphed into one of longing and impatience's. You let out a breathy chuckle once more before her soft lips overlaps his own. You acknowledged his desire to be relieved from the flaring warmth inside. The man topples over her which allowed the two to fall in the cool pond that housed koi’s. Upon their drop in the waters, the koi fishes scatter as if they were never there in the first place. Simple illusions to keep effect to koi's of this desolated chasm in this dimension.

“Please…” He begs for more of your touch that cools down the inferno mellowness that was bridled inside of him. His voice tremble between kisses as he drowns in your addictive nature that was simply too much.

However, you cannot comprehend why you can't fully enjoy this blissful moment of his embrace—just like those feeble other creations that can speak and express themselves.

You knows that you cannot express themselves like the cretins who relish their individual worlds.

Human's were given emotions and thoughts to cry, laugh, or smile whether it is meant for good and bad moments in their short lifetime. Perhaps it is because at the end of the day, you will never… and will never be human. They share nothing but desolation of creating and subjugating interesting individuals that you wish to mimic.

You understood each other the moment they met by pure coincidence—understanding each other’s obsessions and twisted views of what ‘love' was. You took interests by playing pretend ‘naïve god' to gather 'dolls' to cure your boredom; meanwhile, Dottore does the opposite by inflicting pain for his own amusement whether by ethical or non ethical ways.

If they were truly humans, you wonders what words they'd be described as other than monsters.

If they were nothing then in humanity’s vile diction would be that… they were no one's son, no one's child because they would be branded to be too cruel to possibly even have a beating heart.

a/n: it has been a long, long time since i posted on here. for that i am sorry, i had a very eventful 'break' where my family and some relatives had gotten themselves in a dangerous legal situation. although i wasn't directly involved, it did take a toll on me because prior to the legal situation, i was involved helping my eldest sister's wedding that took months upon months of preparation. it also didn't help that i was burnt out with certain stories since i lost nearly majority of my drafts from multiple glitches i've been experiencing. in a way with everything going on, it just burned me faster with the constant hussle and nonstop work.

i've almost given up on the sagau series i was writing here, i lost all of my progress with it so, i decided to post this one i had in my discord convo with my bestie. it might not be the story you all wanted but hopefully it will suffice for now. again, i am sorry for not posting the actual sagau story i promised during april or so.

[the-black-firee]

₊˚⊹ Keiran 𝆺𝅥𝆹𝅥

⟢ I'm Keiran! I also go by Inferno and The Black Fire! I'm the primary BPD holder of Superabundant Daydreams ( @stratus-clouds00 )!

⟢ DNI: 'Endogenic' systems. People who treat fictives exactly as their source. Basic criteria. People who think xenos hurt trans people. Ablesists. People who support Israel. I'm also very cautious of Tighnari, Kaeya, and Dottore fictives so interact with caution or dni at all. While I am a Collei fictive, I am very source divergent. Please don't call me Collei.

⟢ Search #keiran timeline to find my random memories and #keiran the black fire to find my timeline story on AO3!

Name(s): Keiran, Ember, Inferno, The Black Fire .

Pronouns: Flare/Her/His/Theirs/Scorchself + Burn/burns .

Orientation: Aroacespec, unlabeled .

Gender: Kindligender, scardecorated, genderqueer, genderblank .

Species: Dragon + "diallogene" hybrid .

Role(s): BPD symptom holder, impulsivity holder, backup host .

Age: 17 years old .

Looking for: No one really. I love Freminet fictives though, y'all are welcome any time !

[penelopedellecolonne]

si

La morte fidanzata, Vodka&Inferno saga.

L'amor malato del dottor Yuri genera morte.

[monogatcri]

“ I know it hurts, it’ll be over soon. “

[ from dottore! ]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁A WHEEZE ESCAPED BEFORE HE could silence it , hand clamped over lips in seconds to follow. His chest felt as though it'd been set ablaze but the doctor's voice brought his mind back upright, barely but still there. The searing inferno raged even still, pulling his body down to its knees, a jarring twist of the knife to his attempts to keep himself appearing strong. It certainly didn't help that each breath drawn in was equivalent to swallowing glass, now did it? Still, despite his rampaging migraine and hands now digging mercilessly into the soil, he remained adamant he could pull himself up to his feet.

        ❝ Why -- ? ❞ A feathered question, strung together with another sharp intake of oxygen. Why does it hurt?! No other visions that he'd seen accomplished this sort of reaction from their users, so why did it feel like his body wanted to collapse and be buried in a shallow ditch? By sheer tenacity alone did he refuse to allow it such a pleasure ; death wasn't an option when his goals were unfinished.

        Teeth grit any tighter, they might have shattered under the pressure, though body forced itself to stand, wobbly but managing -- painful but capable. Desire alone wouldn't grant him his goals ; the thought alone was heinous and consistently filled with holes that wouldn't fill if he shoveled a thousand piles into them. No, he needed his body to continue to grow stronger, burdened no more by these adjustments. Never having met one who wore a vision so soon, his mind could only gather that his body needed to adjust -- the pain strong as it might be would grow lighter...eventually...he'd feel nothing.

        Training alongside the doctor for a while now, his steps stumbled forth, arm held out, grasping to the man's shoulder. The threats had been neutralized ; there was no use keeping his guard up -- nothing but two souls with nothing to fear...in an ironic twist of another blade, this might have been alarming had Niwa known his accomplice's identity. ❝ Do you have medicine...? ❞

        By this time, a poor soul would have withered into their ripe old age, burdened by the pains of coughing, mouths dried, bodies unable to stand. Much like the decaying forms of the men who'd attempted to slay the two men as they took their evening stroll. Their corpses were just another byproduct of the production of the delusion. As all those in the war of the past who'd been deceived, they, too, were denied life after much time, yet Niwa defied this, somehow, unaware that his progress had been conflicting with mortal results of the past -- another anomaly that existed within his reappearance. ❝ ...or am I meant to suffer this until it dies away? ❞ A genuine inquiry posited, eyes locking on to form at his side. ❝ I've never felt such pain before -- this one is worse than the last. Are you...sure this is just like a vision? ❞

⊰🍁HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS. || @haereses

[tsuukirana]

✦˚ ·  𝐗𝐗 | 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎

Sumeru Akademiya has lost one of its most prized researchers to the Tsaritsa. Legends say that the Cryo Archon had locked them underneath a thick layer of ice, forcing them to commit experiment after experiment underneath her cold gaze, so that she may one day conquer Celestia.

You would like to describe yourself as the pioneer of human research. A simple lover and science and all things mysterious. When someone from another nation offers you an opportunity of a lifetime, you never once looked back. Even when your hands are permanently stained with blood, your eyes remain focused on the ultimate prize.

𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 (𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦)/𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘋𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘌𝘢𝘵

Back to 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?

Explore 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?

A short story depicting a gender-neutral Doctor/Scientist! Reader. This is an expansion of the original: “The Experimentalist and the Damned.” There is no canon story progression and only serves as an open-ended idea.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟏 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎)

A place or state of restraint or confinement.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟐 | 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓)

Usually intense, unbridled sexual desire or longing.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟑 | 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘)

Greedy or excessive indulgence.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟒 | 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃)

 A selfish and excessive desire for more of something than is needed.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟓 | 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇)

Strong vengeful anger or indignation.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟔 | 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐘)

Dissent or deviation from a dominant theory, opinion, or practice.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟕 | 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄)

Injury by or as if by distortion, infringement, or profanation.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟖 | 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃)

An act of deceiving or misrepresenting.

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟗 | 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 (𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘)

Violation of allegiance or faith and confidence.

[ddarker-dreams]

inspired by a dream:

a dante’s divine comedy esque journey where you travel through the circles of inferno and confront your yanderes. perhaps you’d be able to gain a kernel of closure through hearing their various laments, or maybe you’d discover they never intend to repent for the sins they committed in life. 

rough idea ?? of some of the characters who’d occupy the various circles of hell that depend on how they lived/treated their darling:

first circle (limbo): kazuha, diluc, giorno (those who didn’t treat their darling reprehensibly in life, but still deserving of divine punishment)

second circle (lust): scaramouche (lusting after the ‘humanhood’ he tried to obtain through courting his darling), hisoka (sorry for making him your roommate scara)

third circle (gluttony): ??? 

fourth circle (greed): pantalone

fifth circle (wrath): pannacotta fugo, phinks

sixth circle (heresy): dottore, albedo, chrollo

seventh circle (violence): feitan, illumi, childe

eighth circle (fraud): kaeya, dainsleif, bucciarati (for betraying passione) 

ninth circle (treachery): dio (waves up to his son on the top level), alucard

[throwaway-yandere]

WAIT OMG I FOUND ONE FALL OUT BOY REFERENCE, IT'S A CYNO FIC (alone together, but I don't think that was what I had in mind before ngl 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

anyways

Aight wait @watatsumiis this is interesting hAHAHHA

Not Through The Grapevine: I'm pretty sure this was a translated line from a haiku, I forgot which. It's hard to search with just this alone ;;;;

O Capo! My Capo!: originally a title of a poem dedicated to Abraham Lincoln's passing (O Captain! My Captain!). Every chapter there is a reference to poems (allegedly) made by/related to Abraham Lincoln

The Capo's Soliloquy: The Suicide's Soliloquy

The Fox Hunt: The Bear Hunt

Hana Yori Dango: ... It's... It's the JP title for Boys Over Flowers... This. This is a pun. Cause. Cause dango, and Itto ate—

A Myraid of Fallen Leaves: Pun. It's the meaning of Kazuha's name but I added the word "fallen". Teehee, I wonder why :)

Classical Conditioning: ... Haha... It's Dottore and music themed... Yknow what that means—

And The Sun Is Silent: it's a line from Dante's Inferno iirc. Which is weird, considering how I was mostly inspired by Edogawa Ranpo's Human Chair when I wrote that??? Huh??? HAHAHAH-

Death Has No Dignity: It's a line from the first episode of House M.D. y'know what. Even though literally Boys Over Flowers is on this list, why does Dr House feel the most out of place???

Aaaaannddd sooooo, the Final counter:

Puns: 3

Reference to Classic Lit/Franchise: 6

Huh. I wasn't expecting that ngl. Hwusiwiei what. I didn't know I actually did make puns for names more often than I thought. I thought it was just 1 at best. What.

Weird that I'm looking at my masterlist and only seeing TWO fics named after a song (Scarborough Fair/Canticle & Hysteric Humanoid). How is that possible. And it's not a conscious decision either.

When I first started writing, every title was a twentyonepilots, p!atd, fall out boy, or my chemical romance lyric.

THERE'S NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THAT IN MY MASTERLIST????

Most of them, cept for Zhongli fics cause they're both asian proverbs, are sht I made up or a reference to some old literature I read. what.

I'm not saying the titles are genius???? I'm saying "what. who is this. where is that phcking emo kid???"

[ravynous]

i think, therefore i am。

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Former stage name: Carmen (from her former company, Celestia Labels)

Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter pursued higher education in Sumeru Academy and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in International Relations and Diplomacy. There, she met her current lover, Rostam, who took a BA in Political Science.

She was initially scouted by a company representative from Celestia Labels to become a model. The higher-ups had other plans, and made her debut as a solo artist, with the song “Ashen Heart” – narrating her experience of allowing her emotions to drive her actions, ultimately leading to bad decisions.

The company knew of her relationship with Rostam but forbade her from ever letting the public find out. The couple kept it under wraps, until a former friend and fellow idol – Venti of GNOS7IC – accidentally mentioned them on a live interview. This led to a fallout between the two. After weeks of media outlets attempting to get a statement from Celestia Labels and Rosalyne, it was announced that her contract would be terminated, and she promptly left.

She signed into a new company, Zapolyarny Entertainment, and re-debuted in a co-ed sub-unit with two other idols – a younger well-rounded trainee, Tartaglia; and a short feisty rapper, Scaramouche. Thus, Rosalyne received a new stage name, “La Signora”.

FATUI–MƎ’s discography revolves around three characters: the Marionette (Scaramouche), the Monarch (La Signora), and the Mercenary (Tartaglia). Their songs are fantasy-themed, but heavily implies social issues present in their society.

“The title of Marionette truly fits you, Scaramouche. Both of you are of small stature.”

“Shut up, Signora.”

Tartaglia later left the company but kept in touch with both of his former group members. Their group chat was named “Triple Threat”, courtesy of Tartaglia. Rosalyne is seen as the elder sister figure (Scaramouche had changed her nickname to “Bossy Hag”, while Signora changed his to “Temperamental Shrimp”), though she constantly orders them to fetch her food. Scaramouche is the rebellious younger brother; he still complies with Signora’s wishes while complaining. Tartaglia is the youngest, and used to plot elaborate pranks with Scaramouche’s manager, Il Dottore.

As of now, Rosalyne performs solo, occasionally featuring Scaramouche in her music videos.

Fandom name: Royals

la signora:

Manager? More like an indentured servant (/j). La Signora’s the only known idol who proudly went public with her relationship, after leaving Celestia Labels. This brings more trouble to the table – for you – because the press is constantly hounding you to let them interview Signora.

She values competence, orderliness, and critical thinking. Working under Signora is absolutely tiring, because she wants the best – for herself and for her fans. Your table is filled with invites to variety shows and product advertisements. Compiling information about each one takes most of your time, so her schedule ends up perfect.

Signora shows her gratitude in her own ways. Wads of cash on your birthday, meals after a particularly tiring week, and a fully paid car when you followed her to her new company.

You’ll hear constant orders, but never has she laid a hand on you nor insulted you. Once you become closer, expect teasing remarks about how haggard you look when you arrive at work.

“This world cannot be cleansed from filth that has built up throughout the generations. But I believe that you will remain by my side, to shed light on the rotten fools that rooted themselves in this industry.”

▌| ⚠︎ ᅠby RAVYNOUS — please do not copy, edit, screenshot, or repost any of my works. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

[lunamarish]

[...]

Amor, ch'al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, prese costui della bella persona che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona.

[...]

Quand' io intesi quell' anime offense, china' il viso, e tanto il tenni basso, fin che 'l poeta mi disse: «Che pense?».

Quando rispuosi, cominciai: «Oh lasso, quanti dolci pensier, quanto disio menò costoro al doloroso passo!»

Poi mi rivolsi a loro e parla' io, e cominciai: «Francesca, i tuoi martiri a lagrimar mi fanno tristo e pio.

Ma dimmi: al tempo dei dolci sospiri, a che e come concedette amore che conosceste i dubbiosi disiri?».

E quella a me: «Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria; e ciò sa 'l tuo dottore.»

[...]

Dante Alighieri, Divina Commedia, Inferno, Canto V

[noctis-tempore]

Incorrect quotes with the worsties and besties <333 @artemislosthunter

Jade: I know you snuck out last night, Inferno.  Venti: Play dumb!  Inferno: Who's Inferno?  Venti: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Jade: I trust Venti. Inferno: You think they know what they're doing? Jade: I wouldn't go that far.

Store Worker: Would a Ms. Jade please come to the front desk? Jade, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Inferno and Venti Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Inferno and Venti, simultaneously: We got lost :( Jade: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Aurora: I told Venti their ears flush when they lie. Belladonna: Why? Aurora: Look. Aurora: Hey Venti! Do you love us? Venti, drunk and covering their ears: No. Belladonna:

Dottore: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? Milo: How am I supposed to know? Yara: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult. Milo: *sighs* Milo: You wouldn't be trapped.

Aurora: We need to get through this locked door. Venti, give me your credit card.  Venti: Here.  Aurora, pocketing it: Thanks. Marina, kick down the door.

Jade: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me  Venti: Okay, but in my defense, Inferno bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.  Jade: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Jade: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Marina?  Marina: … No.  Venti: I do!  Jade: I know, Venti.  Venti: I’m sad!  Jade: I know, Venti.

Mendacium: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited  Milo: If?  Dottore: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

*Dottore and Ultor are doing something absurdly dangerous* Dottore: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time! Ultor, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

[fxtuisms]

Ah, he's awake.

That almost garners enough interest from the Doctor standing idly by to walk over and study him. Almost being the key word. With a flick of a gloved hand, the blue-haired male simply delivers the command to one of his clones through a collective conscience.

Did the Dendro Archon really believe that all of his clones were destroyed?

How foolish of her.

How amateur.

Of course there would be clones that weren't connected to him yet. Wouldn't appear in the map of the mindscape that crafted his thoughts carefully... leading to the pale masked features of the Doctor now looking down upon the Mondstadt male.

Smelling like Pyro smoke and badly applied ointment to sore limbs and constant wounds.

Medical crosses glow in red eyes in the clone looking down, almost-skintight white mask pressing down along the lower half of his face. Moving a clammy hand pulsing with blue ichor against Bennett's forehead, testing his vitals.

Chirping out in the steady beep of a heart monitor that he was holding steady.

[@fxtuisms (no pressure!)]

Sleep was a treasure.

Meditation was great, sure, but nothing really beat the restful oblivion of shutting one's eyes and not existing for a little while. It was a break to refuel, or at least just a break in general.

This, of course, assumed you weren't having nightmares. But Bennett didn't have nightmares- not anymore. The bite of battle on Monstadt's rolling plains felt like the scratchy blanket that every household owns. Uncomfortable, yet so intimately familiar that you instantly knew it to be home. Thus, the flash of the imaginary pain from the illusion of a Mitachurl was not met with nearly as much fear as the feeling of Awareness.

Bennett snapped awake then- reaching for a sword he didn't have. Like his sleep-addled mind thought he could hack at the waking world until it released him. Nothing made sense, of course, in those few seconds before he remembered why, exactly, waking up was worse than staying asleep. His body rippled with complaint, and dread hatched a dragon in his stomach. He was still here, still trapped, still under the magnifying glass of someone practically built to set off fight or flight.

He didn't dare close his eyes under the gaze of death.

[silentalex]

Grace - Notte prima del ricovero.

Non ho mai conosciuto il mare, mai per davvero. Mi hannno insegnato a nuotare in una vasca, un paio di ufficiali mi hanno portato tra le rapide dei fiumi, ma non ho mai saputo davvero il significato di mare aperto. Forse l'intenzione di trovare qualcosa è stata solo una scusa per conoscere il mare e dirgli che non mi fa paura.

Era una serata splendida, il mare era una tavola resta nitida e trasparente da un'acqua che sembrava non aver mai conosciuto la fine del mondo. Nonostante il buio, le stelle e la luna rischiaravano la baia rendendo visibili gli scogli ed i fondali più bassi. In pratica un invito, quale momento migliore per iniziare? Mi sento stupido a non aver pensato ad una trappola.

Reinar si era cacciato prima di me, non mi aspettavo di trovarlo lì, non da solo, ma il suo zaino legato ad un palo sulla spiaggia non lasciva dubbi. L'acqua era... piacevole, fresca rispetto al dannato caldo che ci ha cotto per giorni, il sale faceva prudere la cicatrice sul polso, quella ferita non guarirà mai del tutto, o meglio, a volte sembra avere una volontà propria intenzionata a ricordarmi che non posso più far parte di un mondo normale. Nonostante tutto mi stavo rilassando, e per questo non saprei dire se ho visto prima Reinar sfrecciarmi davanti imprecando come un ossesso o se ho sentito prima quella carezza sul fianco. Una percezione sottile, delicata: un solletichio che si è trasformato in inferno. Sono finito sotto, ho bevuto, urlato bestemmie e in qualche modo sono riuscito ad arrivare a riva. Quell'affare bruciava, avrei voluto strapparmi il fianco e...Reinar... lo STRAMALEDETTO DOTTORE DEL CAZZO stava davanti a me, nudo come un verme e con l'uccello in mano, intento a pisciarsi sulla gamba!

"Devi pisciarci sopra per alleviare il dolore"

"Che... Cazzo Reinar! Ho un uccello tra le gambe, non un idrante!"

"Non costringermi a farlo io"

"NoNoNoNoNo... stammi lontano. Vattene!"

E diciamocelo, quando una serata parte male non può che finire peggio. Prima che quel maniaco psicopatico potesse insistere ci siamo trovati tra capo e collo una profuga, così siamo rimasti bloccati a fare i guardiani invece che correre in infermeria, per fortuna il bruciore si è quietato abbastanza da non svenire davanti ad una perfetta sconosciuta. Sono riuscito a rimettermi i pantaloni e prendere in mano il fucile, Reinar invece si è messo a ronzare attorno a quella poveraccia, Grace, nudo com'era e chiedendole pure di spogliarsi a sua volta. Grace ha una storia terribile alle spalle, talmente orribile che non ho idea di quanto possa essere reale, e Reinar... lui è stato spietato: le ha fatto domande, l'ha toccata, l'ha provocata. Sono dovuto intervenire, forse non sopportavo più il modo in cui il dottore si prendeva gioco di lei, o forse semplicemente il fianco bruciava da troppo tempo.

Mentre stavamo tornando al campo ho guardato che diavolo mi stava succedendo: la pelle era arrossata, c'erano un paio di bolle d'aqua ma nulla di più, nulla che giustificasse quello che sarebbe successo di lì a breve.

Abbiamo raggiunto l'infermeria per accompagnare Grace, meno di un'ora dopo sono ritornato in infermeria quasi strisciando. Solo il morso di un Vagante mi aveva ridotto in uno stato simile.

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PASTICCERIE SICILIANE

LA VITA È UNA PASTICCERIA “Venga, venga di qua che facciamo prima – fece l’infermiera entrando nell’affollata sala d’attesa del pronto soccorso – di qui andiamo subito dal dottore che le darà dei punti alla mano “ Una donna con la faccia sofferente la seguì tenendosi un braccio insanguinato. Una bambina la seguiva attaccata alla sua gonna. L’infermiera si fermò “La bambina però non può entrare – si guardò intorno e vide un vecchio seduto in un angolo – Osvaldo, Osvaldo puoi per favore dare un’occhiata a questa bambina? – Si girò verso la bambina sorridendo – Tu Siediti vicino a quel signore e non muoverti la mamma viene subito dopo che parla con il dottore” La bambina si sedette accanto al vecchio e l’infermiera trascinò la donna ormai pallida in volto oltre la porta che dava sugli ambulatori. Il vecchio e la bambina si guardarono e il vecchio con fare serio le disse “Ciao io mi chiamo Osvaldo” “Io mi chiamo Serena” disse con la faccia triste la bambina. “Io ho centoquaranta anni, tu quanti ne hai?” La bambina lo guardò stupita “Io ho otto anni – lo osservò ancora e chiese – Davvero hai centoquaranta anni?” “ Certo, io ho settanta anni e settanta anni ha mia moglie. Noi sai ci vogliamo bene e siamo una cosa sola per questo ho anche la sua età” “Ahhh…” fece la bambina sollevata. Il vecchio la guardò “ E tu che lavoro fai? Vai a scuola? Sei un cacciatore di leoni? Sei un grande cuoco?” “Vado a scuola” “Ah, è una cosa noiosa, ma bisogna farlo. La scuola è come quando devi prendere le medicine: ha un gusto brutto ma ti fa crescere. Se non vai a scuola resti sempre ammalata di bambinismo: fai la pipì a letto, devi fare quello che ti dicono gli altri, ti tocca fare i compiti tutta la vita e piangi sempre” La bambina lo guardò preoccupata. Il vecchio continuò “ Io ho un buon lavoro. Me lo hanno dato da poco. E un lavoro di grande responsabilità. Sono – fece il vecchio abbassandosi e parlando a bassa voce -  l’Ispettore degli Angeli” “ Degli Angeli, ? ma cosa vuol dire?” “Gli Angeli, quelli con le ali e la veste bianca lunga, quelli dei presepi, come si chiamano? I cherubini, i serafini, gli  anciulini….” “ ma gli anciulini non esistono” “ ma io non sono pratico di queste cose .. . per questo hanno preso a me. Vedi, quando il Padre Eterno chiedeva agli angeli: e questo qui, come si è comportato? Gli angeli gli rispondevano “Bene” perché sono creature buone e gli dispiace mandare all’inferno qualcuno. Invece ora ci sono io ed io gli dico ” lui si e lui no” “e a chi lo dici” “te lo detto, al padre eterno” “e come fai?” “lui mi telefona mi chiede: Osvaldo, questo qui che ne facciamo? Ed io gli rispondo Inferno o Paradiso” La bambina lo guardò non molto convinta e sospettosa chiese “ e come mai ha scelto te?” “perché ho amato tanto e so chi fa le cose con amore e chi no” “e chi hai amato? “mia moglie Maria per cinquanta anni, siamo vissuti sempre insieme d’amore e d’accordo” “non litigavate mai?” “no litigavamo, ma l’amore non è non litigare mai ma nel fare sempre pace dopo ogni discussione, saper trovare una soluzione che vada bene a tutti e due e rincominciare insieme.” “ i miei genitori litigano sempre invece” “perché si stanno cercando, perché non trovano la strada che porta uno nel cuore dell’altro e si arrabbiano. Allora tu devi prenderli ed abbracciarli e dire loro che non si fa così, che la vostra vita insieme è più importante dell’aver ragione ad ogni costo, del mettere sé stessi davanti a tutto” “ Ah” Fece la bambina guardando davanti a sé e pensando “per questo sono qui – continuò il vecchio – molti vengono e portano qui un marito un papà una nonna, una  … moglie …  e li lasciano perché li devo mettere sotto la maschera dell’ossigeno e spesso non li vedono più. Io li guardo e prendo nota per quando il Padre Eterno mi chiama e mi chiede di questo e di quello. Li osservo sempre e a tanti di loro quando sono qui viene sempre da pensare quante cose avrebbero dovuto ancora fare insieme a chi hanno affidato agli infermieri, quante parole che avrebbero potuto dire e abbracci che ancora si potevano scambiare.  Il vecchio abbassò gli occhi e si guardò le mani vuote - E invece pensi che non c’è stato tempo e che la tua vita si dimezza perché una tua parte è scomparsa insieme al tuo tempo, che non era solo il tuo, ma anche di lei, come i giorni, gli attimi vissuti insieme, e che ora non ci sono più. E allora è come sedersi ad aspettare chi se ne è andato e che non vedrai mai più ed aspetti, perché è l’unica cosa che puoi fare, ora che i tuoi giorni se li è portarti via lei e che non c’è più tempo e modo perché tu possa averne altri” La bambina lo guardò “Ma perché piangi?” “ Non sto piangendo! È che noi vecchi perdiamo sempre acqua, dal naso, dagli occhi, facciamo sempre pipì…! Per questo diventiamo piccoli e con le rughe, perché piano piano ci svuotiamo….” La bambina l’osservo che si asciugava il naso. Quando lui mise via il fazzoletto gli disse “ per me quando succedono queste cose uno invece di starsene seduto ad aspettare deve andare in pasticceria o nei mercati al bancone dei dolciumi e prendersi tanti, tantissimi dolci e mangiarseli tutti. I piparelli, le paste di mandorla, la pignolata… Dovrebbe riempirsi un sacco di dolci tutti colorati perché i colori sono come le medicine. E poi deve mangiarseli tutti per strada, perché la vita è questa, nessun dolce dura per sempre ma ne puoi mangiare tanti per sempre e poi ti metti a pensare: quello era buono, quell’altro è molto buono, quello sarà ancora meglio. Non ci si deve sedere a pensare e piangere perché dice mamma che fa male.  Si finisce che vince lui, il dolore. Invece non devi farlo vincere. Se no ti ammali di bambinismo e sai solo piangere perché la mamma non c’è. Ma la vita è come la mamma, non ti lascia mai da sola” L’infermiera uscì dalla zona degli ambulatori e avvicinandosi alla bambina le disse “La mamma ha finito. Sta parlando con il papà che sta venendo a prendervi. Tutto bene?” La bambina fece segno di si con la testa. L’ infermiera guardò Osvaldo e con una voce preoccupata e velata di malinconia gli chiese “e tu Osvaldo …. Tutto bene ….?” Lui la guardò scuotendo anche lui la testa con le mani congiunte chiuse tra le sue ginocchia come fanno i bambini rispose “si, tutto bene, …. tutto bene … stiamo parlando della vita….”

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diluc ( closed verses ): mezzetino, the 10th harbinger, the delusion, & the foul legacy of inferno’s wrath

perhaps the tsaritsa looked upon the impeccable diluc ragnvindr, and pondered as to how she could humiliate the descendant of heroes, and selected his title based on that. or perhaps she had a sense of humor.

mezzetino, as a character of the commedia dell’arte, has a name that makes one of his character traits quite clear: a half-measure. specifically of liquor. between that and the additional traits of being only interested in "the ladies” and being that of a schemer, and one would think the tsaritsa was making some jabs at what he could’ve been.

thankfully, diluc knows that it’s better him than his brother, and so wears the title as formally as he can. besides, if he can prove his worth, the title would become one of respect, rather than a mere joke.

but it was dottore that gave the title a reason to be feared.

dark experiments that aimed to replicate what the abyss had given tartaglia were performed. days turned into weeks. weeks turned into a month. when diluc awoke, he instinctively transformed, and had to be quelled violently, lest he bring the entire lab down.

the foul legacy “ inferno’s wrath ” was a temperamental thing ( as “ the devouring deep ” also was, even on tartaglia ), and even a manmade one meant that there were risks involved. to come out of such a procedure alive and even able to control it only showed just how powerful diluc could be.

another weapon given by the fatui was a delusion, one of hydro; he had to head back to mondstadt in order to retrieve his vision from kaeya.

returning to mond, of course, meant that he had to set dawn winery onto a new course, and while he wouldn’t be working the bar of angel’s share, he had the permission to use several good-natured agents to work the bar instead.

how ironic, that the impeccable nobleman would be turned into a puppeteer, controlled by a set of strings himself.