“Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.” 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ
✦ synopsis: curious one you were, thats nice way others would describe you the other way was weirdo who happens to be smart. you prefer quixotic, sounds nice and smart to to the ear doesn’t it? (genshin/hsr/creepypasta men x eccentric!smart!fem reader) (devider 1 devider 2)
✦ Ft. Pantalone, Lohen // Anaxa //Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben drowned
✦ a/n: I procrastinated this sm sorgy💔💔 and yes I am writing abt all of my hyperfixations LOL
✦ warnings: grieving reader and Pantalone, intimate gum sharing with Lohen, unhealthy attachment with Toby
As long as you remember you weren’t the popular type at all.
Your usual days spend engrossed in projects that only you seemed intrested in, somehow you had sponsors, though and some proposals to work as a private tutor and whatnot.
Taking intrest in unconventional things, forgetting to eat or do anything else at all. Survival by being obsessed with whatever caught your eye.
I mean “anything else” takes too much energy you need to save it for your research. Maybe because you freed yourself from the shackles of societal norms, you don’t have many sorry any familiar bonds.
Alienated from a young age from others because you couldn’t see the point of superficial relationships.
It’s not like you haven’t tried to fit in. Whenever you attempted to act normal, the girls you befriended seemed to sniff out your oddness instantly. They were brutal, belittling you with passive aggressive remarks so subtly with a sharp giggle. Only after days you’d realise that compliment wasn’t a compliment at all, its like everyone else had been told a secret code how to function in society — and no one’s telling you it.
At the end of the day again you’d be left all alone, in your room with paper scattered everywhere. Trying to focus on your study, hot tears impairing your vision, threatening to smear the abstract formulas you wrote to distract yourself.
Thats right, your mechas were bettter company anyway!
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You had somehow caught the Regrators eye.
His continuous visits to your cluttered workplace timed. Feofan would arrive and leave at the same time as if he had a business appointment. Mumbling something about his rigid schedule.
After the Doctors death they increased. You had met this brilliant mind too, he much ruder than your sponsor had said you did have potential but alas your mental instability wasn’t doing you any favours. You earned his approval,when he suggested doing experiments on you and instead of a being horrified, a faily normal reaction, you’d debate him how it can be changed to be more effective and accurate.
But now Dottore was long gone and from the looks of it your cherished most high paying sponsor wasn’t handling it all that well.
The usual silver tongue Feofan who had grown to decipherer and understand your weird speech patterns had grown too quiet.
There was a void in your heart too. You had also grown used to both men visiting your workshop.
It couldn’t get more awkward, really. A man who is grieving and a woman who was about to present him a theory about the 10th harbinger fleeing to the dark sea.
You even had a diagram drawn out, with this saddened face of his no way you’re showing him this now. A sudden yank on your sleeve pulled you down onto your cherished most high paying sponsor who was acting not like himself.
Straddling his lap, your head buzzed with a new idea on how to update your mecha which had a male design. Okayy..his hands are wandering maybe later?
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Yeah no, Lohen doesn’t really care about your reputation amongst mondstadters. Different sides of the same coin you two were.
He had heard so many “funny” things about you before even knowing you. When he finally had the chance to meet you and know you better, he has decided you were his type of person.
In your unconventional traits he’d find weird comfort, when you gave him a few suggestions to improve his poison as if it were normal banter, it was like his heart was being pierced in a good way!
Feeding off each other bizarre tendencies, you’re fascinated by his way of dealing with things and Lohen is hooked on the passion and speed when you happen to explain your new theories. It triggers the same thrill as if he is on the field.
You’d often lose yourself explanations, but always snapped back to reality by Lohens kiss passing his chewed bubblegum onto your mouth.
If anything the thing that would bother you the most with this is that you don’t like this flavour of bubblegum much.
Pillow talk is you asking Lohen if he can test your new improved poison with the new recruits.
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In your whole existence you never thought you’d agree to become a professor. You weren’t great with social interactions but still became the students favourite teacher despite going on rants in the middle of lessons which weren’t the study material at all.
Your weird theories resembling another professors which may or may not have lead to fhe student body deluding themselves as Anaxa puts it into thinking you two share feelings for one another.
It wasn’t even possible to ignore him, you’d have to interact with him whether grading papers or just being in the same lab as him, which did happen often given the shared nature of your fixations.
Students at the grove of epiphany whispering among themselves how Anaxa chose to defend your thesis out of the burning love he had for you or them asking you to help them with Anaxas curriculum. Definitely not an excuse to send you to his office.
But it made total sense the only person that could keep up with Anaxas unorthodox ways was you!
It reached a new high when Anaxa intercepted an essay with the title of “My professor can’t be this cute”. The essay full of scenes with clash of wits which would end in.. soft settings.
Later that afternoon when you walked into his lab to ask a question on a student’s behalf the so great performer could barely meet your eyes.
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When he heard there was a new resident in the mansion he had expected anyone but someone like you. How did you even get tangled in this mess?
Given the other residents you appeared more approachable minus the fact that you’d talk to yourself about your own research or decide to built a dog who can hula dance in the crack of dawn.
Your brilliance doesn’t stop at that, you’d tinker with weapons too making them more sharp accustoming them to the quirks of the wielder.
When you modified his hatchets, you unknowingly gained the privilege of Toby actually trusting you. In this mansion this was rare but to make a weapon this personalised Toby knows you have been observing him.
After missions he’d burst through your door with injuries even after the countless attempts to explain to him that there was a better medic in the mansion to treat him considering this wasn’t your field of expertise.
You spoke the truth to some degree but Jack couldn’t ground reality the way you did. Giving Toby a rare chance at feeling safety. His mind forever overloaded especially after a mission.
Some may take his attachment to you as inappropriate. Entering your room at unholy hours, pulling you to his side by your hips and getting weirdly overproduced when another proxy tries to say something slightly negative to you.
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What were you saying? Oh right machines make better companions than humans. So why not try to built a humanoid one instead of another animal mecha?
This is where living close to the woods came in handy your tools could make all the noise in the world and there wouldn’t be any complaints. Its like flexible work hours.
Engrossed in drawing out the model of your future companion you did register someone entering your home, assuming it was one of your rich sponsors who liked to visit often with no prior notice — you didn’t care enough to look up.
Sadly your imagination for this project wasn’t enough, a human skeleton reference to continue sketching it out was needed.
Your attention shifting onto an old encyclopedia which you remember had break down on the skeletal system. Strange was there a leak of some sorts why is a black liquidy thing dripping onto the book?
Finally looking up, you freze a bewildered expression on your face. No matter how society’s beauty standards get you doubt your sponsor would get an operation to have his skin in gray-blue tones, while tar-like liquid tripped under the blue mask he was wearing.
You blink once, twice, thrice.
In his whole career as a killer Jack had never stumbled upon someone who tried to convince him to get on their “fully sterilized dissection table in the back”. Forget fear, forget everything, what the hell are you on with trying to drag him deeper into your home??
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You had many people invested in your shenanigans dolled up in fancy wording. Outcased from society and with your skills it even had cryptic beings like Slenderman using you as a asset. Its a mutual investment — you provided your services to it, and it respected your wishes to remain away from the blood soaked mansion.
This didn’t stop the blonde ghost from seeking your company. You sighed as your computer started glitching a daily occurrence.
His binding to the Slenderman made Bens existence split into two. When his digital identity was severed the cocky ghost turned into a humanoid gamer who looked like no amount of sleep would fix his tiredness.
You had a rough idea how to treat this state of his — but your intelligent mind couldn’t understand why the boy became particularly clingy in this state of his.
When Ben was near you didn’t get any work finished.
“The boss send me this time..” he said his elf ears twitching. A blatant lie that you’ll ignore for Bens sake.
You shrugged, pulling out a chair for him close to yours. He sat down, and you did the same. When you got your notebook out to explain what you had been up to lately, Ben leaned in much closer than needed, resting his head on your shoulder with a smile threatening to play on his lips.
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