Call me August. Fr+Eng. My gender is a mystery, use any terms you like but please don't stick to only feminine ones. My asks are always open, feel free to chat!(But I strongly recommend to check out my interact list first!)
What you will find here:
♥︎~Ramblings about genshin lore/worldbuilding/upcoming projects and sometimes personal stuff
♥︎~Self-shipping involving Neuvillette, Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley, and possibly more
♥︎~Fanart and fanfiction about Genshin Impact
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Racist(I am biracial and will darken the skin colour of characters/swap their ethnicity sometimes. If you don't like that please leave.)
A fat fetichist(I like to draw certain characters as chubby because I feel like it. Do not view my work in a sexualizing light, I just draw them like that because I think that's what they would look like.)
A fan of shipping discourse(ALL SHIPS ARE WELCOME HERE EXCEPT THE ONES INVOLVING CHILDREN OR ANYONE THAT CANNOT CONSENT, please do not mistake me for a proshipper I am merely stating this because I'm still not over some people calling wriolette PROBLEMATIC 😭)
Literally anything else that revolves around hating people(Homophobic, biphobic, transphobic, islamophobic, misogynist, etc...)
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A Neuvifuri/Neuvia/Wriorinde/Wriolyney shipper
I know what I just said abt shipping discourse but we are a Wriolette household I'm afraid...
Not a fan of reading many long sentences that possibly don't make sense
I am not a native speaker and I am trying my best!
Any of the stuff up here^ but minding your own business
I don't support what you do for most parts, but I don't believe a line needs to be drawn unless you insult me or my work in any shape or form.
If you are looking for my NSFW content, go over to my other blog @octaviann ^-^ That is also where I prefer taking NSFW asks.
If you ask about NSFW content here I will not answer.
Oh my gosh it's been a while. I'm still working on the dating sim but I don't think I can properly focus on it until june due to my end year project for school...rip me
In the meantime enjoy some oc x canon...feel free to throw rocks at me if you dislike it...
TEARS OF JOYYYYYYY I AM DONE WITH MY PORTFOLIO ONG IM NEVER DOING THAT AND A PART TIME JOB + UNI AT THE SAME TIME AGAIIIIIIIN
Anyways dottore painting his room with Sumerian motifs bc he’s the most homesick guy I know that’s it bye im gonna enjoy the sun the wind and small animals
A LONG DAY IN THE MOUNTAINS QUESTLINE SPOILERS BELOW+6.6 LEAK DISCUSSION
OH MY GOD. I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
So there's plenty of leaks that have been flying around for a while involving the possible playability of Dottore. None of these are very reliable, so please take this post with a grain of salt. The one that's stuck with me the most because of how often I've seen it, is that the playable Dottore is supposed to be a segment staying in Snezhnaya, one that would be the answer of the question "What would Dottore be like if he never got consumed by his obsession?"
ENTER Maukie. The first time we meet him, he's out there. He doesn't remember anything. He's now free to roam the world as he pleases. Now, Maukie is obviously Escher, the same man Dottore posed as during the Tatarasuna incident.
What if Maukie was one of his segments meant to represent who he was during the incident, who out of nowhere got plucked by the Shade of Space before he could be destroyed? Trapped, forced to maintain an identity that isn't his own, following a purpose imposed upon him by his creator.
He would seek escape by any means necessary. The traditional way would be uninteresting to him since it would mean letting go of everything that defines him. According to the wiki and ingame dialogue, he was exiled for doing something that "defied the laws of space". That tracks for Dottore, he's always finding ways to break the unbreakable. But in the process, he's lost all his desires.
To me, this is just WAY TOO suspicious. They show us someone that we know is one of Dottore's aliases, he's OUT THERE as free as a butterfly, the patch before Dottore is gonna try to burn down Irminsul. If you match that with the leak, I just know they're gonna do something with him.
It's gotten WORSE since I reblogged this [higuruma gif yknow the one] and I can't crash out irl so might as well here because nobody will see this
She doesn't come to class most of the time.
She's spent the past week on drawing a SINGLE backgrounddd. A! SINGLE! BACKGROUND! It takes me THREE HOURS to do what she's been working on for a week. NOT TO MENTION SHE'S TRACING OVER ART SHE FOUND ON PINTEREST 💔
She spoke over me and the other teammates during the WHOLE presentation even after we agreed who talks about what
And when she comes, it's to be obnoxiously friendly to us, but it's soooo obvious she's fake af(She literally yelled at our other teammates back in our first group project DURING THE JURY FOR IT because one of their friends let it slip they thought her part sucked...which, in all honesty, it did.)
Yea guys this is why I haven't been active at all or done any work on any big projects. The dottore fic I last wrote was my actual fucking life and add on top of that art school hell...dies
I guess I'm on hiatus? Shit rly hit the fan I don't even have the energy to speak fancy no more. See you in a few months or when Pantalone's actual model leaks.
Don't they look so happy together :) (deepfried version I made for shits n giggles)
man if columbina never realized being used wasn't normal and actually grew used to it those two would wreck shit up. That's exactly the kind of display I love seeing. Two people who really do not belong near each other at all and hurt everyone including themselves trying to stick together. Now am I describing Wuthering Heights, or literally any OC I've made? Haha.
Dottore x depressed gn reader, TW for extreme depression, starvation and near deaths experiences.
Coloured version of the artwork available on ao3!!
Long gone were the days of gentle freedom and carelessness. The never-ending battle that raged on and on within your mind was finally coming to a close, encapsulating every single aspect of your life and wrunging all the joy out of it. Your appetite. Your activities. Basic necessities like showering and getting out of bed. Living.
Everything went. Your once brilliant mind palace was crumbling to ashes, unable to process how to simply be. This became a problem for the man providing you shelter and food, as you had a purpose to fulfill in exchange.
Of course Dottore could manage on his own. He'd insist on it any other time. Once he caught wind of the first signs of your ailment, he scoffed and let you wither away. He could always find another assistant, so many sycophants ready to kneel at his feet and kiss his boots for a speck of power, attention, knowledge... you name it. He could throw you out anytime.
He watched your growing struggle to feed yourself. Complained a dozen times about your morning tardiness and had to drag you out of bed himself more times than he should've. An extra pair of hands in the lab never hurt, that's what you were here for! Who cares if you're slowly decaying?
As long as you were able to stay useful, the usual cadence of routine must be respected. Seeing you decay day by day does stir up forgotten feelings, from a time when the weakness of his flesh had led him to abandon it all in the name of seeking further knowledge. Humans are bound to fall apart. It is written in the very fabric of fate.
So that is why he is not surprised when, eventually, you ceased to be able to meet his requirements. Lab reports were handed in days past the deadline, then weeks, then...
That is when the very first speck of worry lit up, in some forgotten organic part of his chest. Many would be surprised to find out Dottore is actually capable of having feelings, you included. But it had been a good 48 hours since Dottore last saw you... if he were to enter your quarters, would he find your rotting carcass?
He had to know. Bodies attract flies, which spread illness. He's done making a mess of every facility under his command, determined on keeping this one as spotless as can be. Why did his artificial heart race when he walked through the hallway leading to your room? A response to the anticipated chore of cleaning out remains, likely. He never liked the gory splatters of someone's child, partner or sibling staining the tiles of his numerous working stations throughout the years.
Dottore had seen death countless times. From the moment he was born to his last day on Teyvat, death has and will forever follow him as his one true companion. People will come and go, he knows that. C'est la vie, why bother.
So when he sees that moving, shaking form under the blankets... Dottore is more startled at his own reaction than at the state he finds you in.
Why does he fear?
You are but a mere mortal. There are thousands of your kind roaming the continent. This is normal. This is the natural cycle. Why can't his whirring circuits strained with guilt accept that?
You only whimper when he calls out your name. It's a weak, tiny little sound that serves only to say "I'm alive."
You're alive.
But... what if you hadn't been? What if he had stumbled upon your dead body?
He calls out your name again. He's hovering over you, his hands keeping the blanket peeled and exposing your naked form. In thar moment, neither of you are willing to care about such a fact. Yet, your addled and delirious mind is still sharp enough to question to yourself "Why couldn't he just leave me alone to die?"
"How many days have passed since the last time you've eaten?" The words finally connect in your mind at last, puzzled together from the sounds he was making drowned out by the constant flow of water washing over your brain, your eardrums, your very soul. Thinking was hard. Everything was spinning, and you were so close to drifting away in the great lake, away from life. You couldn't answer him.
He sighs. Had you been in better shape, you would've been able to catch his bottom lip tremble, and realize how affected he was by this. But alas, you were on the brink of death. Starvation and exhaustion were fighting over you like hungry vultures, but here entered a new predator that would fight tooth and nail over you : Dottore.
Dottore, who was completely at odds with himself as he cradled you in his arms, carrying you to the laboratory. You felt so brittle in his arms, it truly would not take much for him to end your life. It should've been his preferred course of action, to put you out of your misery, to neutralize this source of weakness before it grew any further.
But whether fortunately or unfortunately, Dottore couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he secured you gently on the examination table, franctically searching through his belongings for any leftover instant meals. You were the one that took care of ordering them on his dime, since he did not require to eat.
In a desperate bout of confusing heedfulness, Dottore goes as far as to hand-feed you. From now on he shall never let the fridge go empty.
"Eat it. You have to eat." He whispers, holding your jaw open. You're pliant below him, slowly chewing. Every visible motion of your muscles working to help the nutrients travel down to your stomach has his chest swelling with hope. You're not dead yet.
But you came so close to it.
You were gonna leave him.
Dottore refuses to acknowledge the pain swelling up to the surface of his being. He shouldn't get attached.
But, he can't hold himself back. No matter how many times this happens, once he is faced with being left behind...the scared little kid of half a millenium years ago will rear his tiny head and sink his grubby little hands deep into the core of Dottore to make him feel things he usually wouldn't. He's gotten good at hiding it all, restraining the truth of his vulnerability. Yet, staring at your trembling frame, in the blink of an eye the mask crumbles.
His legs buckle and he kneels before you, breaking the age-old unspoken rule of maintaining distance by touching the bare skin of your thigh. The skin is warm and tender, a fleeting sensation that he knows he will forget once you're gone. You will be gone one day. You might be gone in less than a day. He needs to accept that.
The pain sinks fully into him.
He can't.
It takes over every single bit of remaining part of his original self that he had to modify as to allow it to survive way past it's estimated expiration date until it overcomes his entire body, both flesh and metal crying out in anguish as he feels, he feels this. He's unable to bury it back down.
For the first time in centuries, Dottore's nose reddens. Had he still had eyes, they would've misted over with tears.
He sniffles. His mask is gone, discarded to the cold, hard ground, allowing his face to bury itself on your squished skin.
Assignments are kicking my ass 💀 Only a few left before I can go back to working on my personal projects. Speaking of those, I do have a few more that are almost finished! I'll try to drop the dottolone fic before april but no promises,,,
Anyways, I saw THIS vid when it first released(https://youtu.be/8oPP4f2jD_M?si=bZv5TCmum-IfvTdF) and every single shot of Dottore is just. It makes me go feral. I immediately started redrawing the first one and now I have this. I go feral for Butcher Vanity in general, already got an animatic of it that I'm working on but gosh I need to stop gallivanting and FINISH STUFF ARGHUGHHHRHHHH
The term Zandik comes from Zoroastrianism, the official religion of the Sasanian Empire which used to be ancient Iran. It even has a wikipedia page!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zandik
There are many ethnicities that make up modern-day Iran, and just because someone is pale does not mean that they aren't POC. But, from the above origin of Dottore's name/old title, I 100% believe he was at least olive-skinned.
BUT!
Let me start this off by stating I am mixed. I am biracial. I know firsthand what I am about to delve into.
To me, post-Tatarasuna Dottore is white. His original body is gone, and only the segments remain. I'm going to assume they are fully Irminsul fragments(not just carved from the branches like Scaramouche's puppet body is), since the game insists they're sort of like screenshots of Dottore during different times in his life instead of copies.
So you might wonder, why the heck are they white? If they aimed to be as authentic as possible, why did Dottore overlook this massive detail somehow?
For the same reason half his face is not fuckin there, bro. The same reason the synthetic skin is barren of every scar he once had, and the same reason his crooked nose is just a little less crooked.
It's insecurity. Despite all of our dear Doctor's grandiose achievements, at the end of the day he's full of fear just like us all. Fear of being overlooked, of being judged because of what he is.
The game makes it clear that forest dwellers look down on desert dwellers. Even if Hoyo won't give us actual dark-skinned characters thanks to their colourist bullshit, it's still something the writing sometimes brings up(i.e Nefer's backstory, for exemple)
So, it's a headcanon of mine that Dottore, driven by the rejection he's faced just from being dark-skinned, would go as far as to erase that part of himself. Growing up I've spent plenty of my life loathing being different and rejected by everyone around me be they white or black. I was seen as "too black" by white people, and "too white" by black people. I always longed to fit in somewhere, to be accepted by at least one of those groups Nowadays it's no longer an issue, but to someone like Dottore I certainly think it's something that would haunt him all his life(among many, many other things). Not everyone has the chance to accept themselves as they are. Some go as far as to reject their own mortality, to rewrite what they will be remembered as for the sake of wrongful prejudice becoming unable to befall them.
In modern AUs/similar, I'll draw him as dark-skinned. In post-Tatarasuna/the context of the dating sim, I'll draw him as light-skinned. Ofc I prefer dark-skinned Dottore, but my way to be self-indulgent is to give characters issues I deal, or once dealt with.
So nerve-wracking... I don't know how people do this 😭
But as they say, art is the greatest form of resistance. Keeping up this pace of putting something out there is making me feel more alive. Every fear shall pass
Aaaa i actually finished it in time...thats the only goal for myself i met this week 😭 IM FALLING BEHIDN ON UNI COURSES, I DIDNT EVEN FINISH HALF OF MY ASSIGNMENT AND THEN I BLINKED AND IT WAS 6 AM AND I WAS STARING AT THIS. The power of gay
Anyways. I get dottore artists who draw him super old and wrinkly. I get it. It was so fucking satisfying. Yet somehow I feel more shame/self-consciousness from posting this than from posting that one nsfw drawing on bluesky? Aaaaa.
I get one week off soon...hopefully I can speedrun more backgrounds for the dottosim...IVE GOT SO MUCH DRAWING STO FINISHHH 😭 WHY DO GHEY GIVE ME SO MANY ASSIGNMENTSSSSSSS
Turns out pope's benediction is very efficient. Won all my 50/50s and got C3 Neuvillette+sig so I decided to celebrate by drawing him and my oc Basilic :) I've spent an entire year yearning for him and now he's finally home...my beautiful wife...
