I've been reading your works for years now (starting with the Capitano agenda, how I miss that hype omg), and it never fails to amaze me how you always write so in-character, even before lore drops/releases! Even with the information we know now, much of your writing still applies to canon.
Thank you for the dedication and care you put into what you do <3 As a Dottore fan since 2021, I really appreciate the attentiveness in your writing, especially during a time where Dottie is highly mischaracterized and misunderstood. The same goes for the others :)
Also I have a feeling that the old man Zandik fans are going to LOVEEEE pierro lmao 😭
Dndidndksjw oh my gosh, Anonie?? Thank you so much for this chonker of an ask!! I’ll have you know that I reread it multiple times (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
When I reread my own fics, even I am amazed by what I was able to write in 2022-2025. When I first got into the Fatui Harbingers, I only had the Lazzo trailer and a few voicelines to go by. But that also gave me more creative space to analyze and interpret the characters o(｀ω´ )o
Don’t even get me started on my research for Dottore……I’d like to imagine him praising me when he realizes I compiled all of his dialogue from the manga, Sumeru, Nod Krai, etc. just to study and replicate his speech mannerisms. I did the same for the other Harbingers =_=
Tbh I’m still a bit “awww :<” over the parts of Herbarium and Chemistry that were retconned by canon lore. But other than that, I think the rest of my characterizations held up well. Ahhh my hard work and brainrot paid off :’>
Lastly, re: Pierro, only time will tell if he is as worthy of adoration and hornii as old man Zandik. I’d still bully him either way ψ(｀∇´)ψ
Originally a deleted scene from Chemistry and Magnum Opus, now a standalone piece!! I hope you all enjoy this short headcanon for Yandere! Dottore :>
Tw:: yandere, babytrapping fem reader
“I want to know the full extent of your devotion to my research. Tell me, would you offer yourself up as the vessel for my child?”
Dottore definitely entertains the thought of babytrapping his darling.
It would be his most exciting experiment. Unlike his Segments, their child would be a natural creation by him and his darling. Its appearance is an uncontrollable variable, and who knows which of Dottore’s many Punnett Square combinations will prevail? After conception, the most he can do is to supervise his darling’s lifestyle, oversee the birth, and reduce any complications to the best of his limited ability—leaving the results to nature and the gods.
Their child would also serve as biological shackles for his darling. In her pregnant state, she’d be completely dependent on Dottore. The hormones would make her more emotional, vulnerable, perhaps even affectionate towards Dottore and what should be their perceived abomination. And how could she go against him, knowing that their child’s life is at its father’s mercy?
That being said, a scholar must consider all possible outcomes. And such likelihoods, no matter how small the probability, unsettle him. What will he do if the complications are beyond his intervention? What if his darling rejects their child or prefers it over him? Could he possibly raise his scalpel against someone who looks like his darling?
Not to mention that in the best-case scenario, they have to raise the child for the rest of their lives. With so many uncontrollable variables..…perhaps this experiment is better left as a dream, an unsolved hypothesis.
“That was merely a hypothetical question. Such an experiment would tamper with your physical and mental faculties, and I have already found my lifelong specimen in you.”
Dottore says all of this while physically teasing his darling. He will spread her legs, trace her inner thigh, and rest his head on her stomach.
……….Only to pull away after making his final decision. Since the experiment won’t be conducted, he can stop preparing his darling for their hypothetical child’s conception, no?
“Oh? You look rather frustrated, my dear,” he observes. That seductive smile returns to his face. “Were you looking forward to the first phase of the experiment?”
Long before A Winter Night’s Lazzo, I was already down bad for a certain Harbinger. This idea for Yandere! Scaramouche/ Wanderer randomly manifested at 1:00 a.m. and, like a fool, I decided to write it. It is my sincere wish that you all cry over enjoy this fic (*´ω`*)
Tw:: yandere, manipulation, mention of death and kidnapping, 3.3 spoilers
♡ 3k words under the cut ♡
“You’re still here.”
There is nothing grand about this specific Desert House. The rental space is sparsely furnished, fit for a party of two. Everything is the way Scaramouche had left it—an unmade bed, a small suitcase, a set of chains reduced to solitary links.
A vintage tea set sits on the table. One cup is filled with tea, a bitter blend judging by the scent. The other cup is empty.
The Wanderer crosses the threshold and approaches the ghost on the floor.
Not a ghost. His beloved.
Somehow, your countenance has dimmed since his departure. Dried tears and dark eye circles decorate your face. Your gaze is blank, lifeless, akin to that of a doll.
“Why…why are you here?” He raises his voice, unable to hide his disbelief.
His chest feels heavy. Though no organ beats within, the concept of heartache comes to mind. Behind him, a strong gust of wind assails the forest and slams the door shut.
Your response is a confused frown.
“Do I know you?”
You’ve forgotten him.
The revelation stings despite his preconceived knowledge. In his defense, the Wanderer hadn’t intended a lover’s reunion. He only returned to this place to reminisce, to confirm your freedom, to see if he could settle for any memento of you.
So what prevented you from leaving?
It was your captor, Scaramouche, who destroyed your chains prior to the erasure of his existence. His current self is the last person whom you should be crossing paths with.
The Wanderer only offers a false smile.
“I’m just another person passing through,” he says lightly. He introduces himself with his new name suggested by the Traveler.
“I see…” You repeat his name to yourself. Similar to his previous monikers, it has never sounded more lovely in your voice.
Nor so innocent. Fear, hatred, sorrow, pity, joy, fondness—all of those familiar sentiments are lost in your tone.
It is difficult to maintain his composure. “You haven’t answered my question. What are you doing in this house? Nothing about you screams ‘happy tourist.’”
“I don’t know.”
The answer comes out in a whisper. After a few seconds of silence, you finally stand up and make proper eye contact with him.
“My name is ______,” you tell him. “Please excuse my appearance; nobody has visited this place before. I’m aware that I look like a wreck.”
“That is an understatement,” he replies matter-of-factly. “I nearly mistook you for a ghost. So why don’t you explain your circumstances before I consider sending you to Bimarstan?”
“...All right.” Looking away, you take a seat at the table.
The Wanderer joins you.
You fill his teacup. “Are you sure that you’d like to hear my story? This is hard to explain, and it might take a while.”
He crosses his arms. “I have all day.”
“Okay. Would you like some desserts? The kitchen is fully stocked; I know what pairs best with Misty Garden.”
“No thanks, I’m not fond of sweets.”
How long ago was your last tea ceremony? Not even your defiant moods produced this amount of tension. Or is this merely the distance between two strangers?
“There is something wrong with my memories,” you tell him.
He frowns at you. “What do you mean by that?”
Something wrong? Did Irminsul not purge him from your memories?
“What I’m saying is that I have little to no recollection of how I ended up here.”
Your mannerisms are the same. He never thought that the mundane act of passing a teacup would feel so nostalgic.
You continue speaking. “I have vivid memories of my early life. I had a family, friends, a peaceful home. But everything after that is static and fragmented. It’s like I forgot everything between then and now.”
He grips his cup. “So what is your first faulty memory?”
“I see flashes of red and violet," you tell him, “along with a human face. I can’t remember the details but I know it belonged to a beautiful person. Then I look down and there are snacks, tea sets, wrapped gifts all prepared by my own hands. I get the feeling that I was extremely happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
The beginning of your courtship.
You were such a cute, interesting civilian back in those days. Always shyly greeting him, offering heartfelt gifts, inviting him to your home for tea. Despite being above such human needs, Scaramouche found himself endeared by your efforts.
From the moment he met you, his chest began to feel less hollow.
A dreamy sigh. “I’m pretty sure that I’d fallen in love with somebody.”
“How romantic,” he says sarcastically, glancing at his reflection in the teacup. “And you have no memory, at all, of your presumed lover?”
“Yes,” you reply sadly. “It was a short period of my life, one which lasted…months? It’s all so blurry, and I wish I could say the same for what happened next.”
A dark look passes over your face. But this time, your animosity isn’t directed at him.
“One day, the Fatui burned down my village. Don’t ask me why; all I know is that I was separated from my family then kept as a prisoner. I never saw them again.”
“What else do you remember from that period of your life?”
You look around the house. “I didn’t have an ordinary prison. It was a pretty place, a fancy house in Snezhnaya. I can see myself staring out the window, roaming the halls, crying myself to sleep. I usually felt scared, depressed, happy once in a while…but never alone.”
Your shared home.
He wonders if that ostentatious manor still stands. It was the stage for several quarrels, punishments, breakdowns, tense meals, intimate nights, cuddle sessions after his nightmares. An ersatz home which owed its warmth to your company.
The tea tastes perfectly bitter.
“Is that all?” he asks. “Did you spend all your days in that prison?”
Your cup shakes in your hands.
“There were visits. From a masked man who called himself the Doctor. Once, I was brought to his laboratory and he…he operated on me; he said it was to keep me alive. Would you find me crazy if I told you that I’ve lived for decades? It feels—no, I know it’s been that long.”
Dottore.
His sole glimmer of relief is Dottore’s mercy on you. Even without knowing the truth of Niwa’s death, Scaramouche was paranoid throughout your operation. The time spent waiting for you to wake up had felt like an eternity.
“I wouldn’t put it past the Fatui to curse a person with immortality,” he grimaces.
You give him an odd look. Suspecting his investment in your story, perhaps. That is new; you always saw the best in everyone, including him.
You take another sip of tea. “That’s all I can say about my time with the Fatui. One day, not too long ago, they brought me to Inazuma. Followed by Sumeru.”
Your final moments together.
Those days are still fresh in his memory. After the Electro Gnosis was acquired, the two of you quickly left Inazuma. Then Scaramouche confined you to this wretched house, splitting his time between this place and the Akademiya.
That time, he was purely focused on his godly ascension. He was so foolish to think that his lifelong dream was at his fingertips when you were already in his arms.
He grits his teeth. “And what happened here?”
You shrug. “I know for sure that I wasn’t a happy tourist, because I don’t remember any other part of Sumeru. Do you see those broken chains? Those were used to shackle me.”
There is a scar on your ankle. The sight triggers a fresh stab of guilt.
“It went by so quickly,” you whisper, “but I wasn’t lonely at all. I can hear conversations between me and a voice, but I can’t decipher any of the words. Next, I’m looking at my legs and the chains are off. Then I…I can’t remember!”
Even the Wanderer fails to predict the shift in your demeanor. You bang your cup on the table, spilling tea all over the wooden surface, and burst into tears.
“I don’t know what happened after!” you wail. “I can’t sense anything, just this strong feeling of dread. Then after retracing my steps, that’s when I realize how empty I feel. Something is missing—it feels so wrong.”
His departure.
If the Wanderer were to identify his deepest regret, it would be his last memory of you. He was so blindsided by his grief, desperate to return the lives he had stolen from his loved ones. From you.
It was laughable, really. He remembers breaking the chains and shaking you off him. Yet after everything he’d put you through, it was you who stayed inside and insisted that he rethink his decision. Be it out of forgiveness or vengeance, he still hasn’t figured it out.
Tea drips onto the table. The Wanderer didn’t notice that his own hand was shaking.
Fate truly finds delight in playing cruel tricks on its prisoners.
He takes a proper look at you. You’ve always been an emotional creature, a slave to human fragility. But not even his previous acts of cruelty had driven you to such anguish.
No, he was the true fool. How could he underestimate the intricacy with which your existences were intertwined? How could he leave your fate to the arbitrary laws of this world? Instead of liberating you, he only cursed his beloved once more.
On instinct, he raises his hand to wipe your tears but catches himself at the last second.
“If these memories cause you such pain,” he says gravely, “then why bother reliving them? Is it not easier to move on and lead a new life?”
“No, I can’t.” You shake your head vigorously, a stubborn gesture he is all too acquainted with. “If I do that, how could I possibly make sense of anything?”
The Wanderer says nothing. You wipe your tears and point at the teapot.
“Isn’t this blend of tea quite bitter?”
“It is. I find that flavor superior to sweets.”
“A long time ago, I would have disagreed with you. I wasn’t fond of bitter flavors in my youth but one day, during that time of my life when I was most happy, I gained a taste for it! Nobody in my family likes bitter food so who was the one that influenced my palate?”
Your suitcase is next. When you turn it over, an assortment of clothes and ornaments spills out onto the floor.
“These items! I could never afford such luxuries, and these are all in my favorite style and color. If these were gifts, they must’ve come from someone who knew me dearly.”
The Wanderer can only remain silent as you parse through every memory preserved in the Desert House. Sticky candies purchased just for you. Handcrafted gifts which Scaramouche had nitpicked but secretly adored. Objects of hobbies which he’d viewed as idle distractions unless he was entertaining your whims.
“I have to remember!” You fall to your knees, dissolving into a fresh wave of hysteria. “How could I forget someone so important to me?!”
How unsightly.
If this was one of your old breakdowns, he could reprimand you then make quick work of tidying you up. But such tough love is reserved for Scaramouche and his beloved, not for the Wanderer and a stranger.
In his long life, you were the one person who never betrayed him. So why did he leave you first? Love, sacrifice, repentance…what he claimed to be a parting gift was only a selfish act to end his own suffering.
Instead, he crouches next to you and awkwardly pats your back. When you wrap your arms around him, he refrains from drawing you closer.
There is a long pause.
“Hey…did you tell me the truth earlier?”
“What are you talking about?”
You break off the hug, hands moving to the blue side of his tunic. A light tug exposes the deep scar on his shoulder.
“Where did you get this?” you ask softly. “It…I don’t know why but it caught my eye.”
He stiffens. “That is none of your business.”
He said the same thing when it was a fresh wound. Nonetheless, you fretted over the blemish and told him to exercise more caution during his missions. You never listened to him when he insisted that puppets could withstand more damage.
You look up, taking in every detail of the Wanderer’s stunned expression.
“You feel familiar, too. I don’t know if it’s muscle memory or a gut feeling but…” You grip his shoulders, blinking back tears. “Did anything ever happen between us?”
He could grant you a small mercy.
“Nothing worth mentioning,” he replies. He holds your wrists, mustering a glare. “It is vulgar to point out one’s imperfections in such a manner, you know.”
Your curiosity morphs into indignance. “What do you mean ‘nothing’? After everything I’ve told you, you should know that any small memory is worth everything!”
If only you knew.
Against his better judgment, his hand finds its way to your cheek.
“Really,” he mutters. “You haven’t changed at all.”
To think that even after obtaining a heart, a part of him remains empty. And what more for your journeys continuing to diverge? If he could indulge his delusions once more, he might just believe that fate is finally on his side.
Never mind if he is wrong. If one truth exists in this world, it is that you are the only part of his past worth holding on to.
“Would you like to go with me?”
“What?” You blink at him, eyes wide.
The Wanderer levels you with a serious look. “Don’t make me say it twice. If you are tormented by all these mementos, then it is common sense to leave this place.”
“But I—!”
“Staying here will not bring back your mystery companion,” he snaps. “And if your memory is so helpful, you’d know that your former dream was to explore Teyvat. I couldn’t grant that wish before, ______, but I can do it now.”
You avert your gaze. “I can believe that. But why are you…?”
He stands up, holding out his hand to you. Any perceived confidence is merely an illusion to mask his own turbulent thoughts.
“Frankly, you would be a fool to say yes,” he admits. “I have no home, no kin, no destination. But I can promise you my heart and all that it has to offer.”
What sentimental rubbish. To your credit, many of your sweet remarks were brushed off for the purpose of concealing his flustered reactions.
He isn’t blind to the hesitance in your gaze. He can see it now, the tug-of-war between doubt and hope. The trust he will need to regain.
The warmth of your hand hasn’t changed.
“I’ll go with you.” You timidly bow your head. It almost reminds him of the first time you met. “What do I have to lose?”
“I hope you understand what you’re doing,” he warns. He wipes your tears with his free hand. “If you insist on continuing down this path, then don’t blame me for what comes next.”
“Noted!” You stand up and lift your head. Your gaze is brighter, clearer this time. “I still have questions, though. Lots of them.”
His response is a dismissive wave of his hand. “Ask me anything if you want. If a question is interesting enough, I may give you an answer.”
How much should he reveal to you, he wonders? And will it be a beautiful lie or the ugly truth? He has already found the answer for himself but you are a different matter.
The Wanderer gives the house another critical glance.
“Firstly, we must pack your belongings,” he announces. “Pick the items which will be of use to us. Everything else will be left behind.”
“Wait, how can I decide on that?” you exclaim. “This is all I have!”
He gives you an unimpressed look. “Then shall I choose for you?”
The speed at which you begin packing amuses him. He supposes that the desire for power is one he can never shake off, especially after becoming human.
After reorganizing your suitcase, the two of you finish your tea. Your conversations are still lackluster in comparison to your previous tea ceremonies, but he will acknowledge your change in countenance.
He hasn’t seen that precious smile in forever. This time, he will make sure that it survives every day in your new life.
Outside, the wind has calmed to a gentle breeze. You idle at the threshold, to which your new companion flashes you an impatient look.
“It’s too late for you to back out,” he says, harsher than intended. He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. “There is no need to be nervous.”
That is what brings you out of your reverie. “You’re right. Where do we go now?”
Where will you go? There is his current lodgings; he will need to change rooms unless you are open to sharing a bed again. Then while you’re in Sumeru, a few tourist attractions will do. You never did get to enjoy the region as a couple.
“Let’s explore this forest first,” he decides. “The scenery is absolutely breathtaking, and I know a vantage point. You are just the type of person to get easily excited by the view.”
“For someone who claims to be an unimportant acquaintance, you sure know a lot about me,” you shoot back. Your lips curve into a small smile. “...Thank you. I’ll be in your care.”
That heavy feeling returns to his chest.
“There is no need to thank me.” The Wanderer stares ahead, but the flush in his cheeks betrays his feelings. “I see little point in it.”
Honestly, had he known how burdensome a heart could be, perhaps he wouldn’t have sought one to begin with. But at this point, the consequences can only be accepted.
If this is his punishment for committing the sin of love, then he shall gladly pay the price.
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Before anyone asks, I have no plans to write a Scara longfic. Due to his character growth, I find it difficult to write a fic that incorporates his full story. I’m also just not interested in writing a longfic for him or other characters.
Aahh I hope y’all enjoyed this!! Scaramouche/ Wanderer is very dear to my heart and I hope I did him justice. At least he and his darling get some sort of twisted happily ever after <3
Title is self-explanatory. Special thanks to @leftdestiny-posts for entertaining this idea when it was still a bunch of text bubbles <3
In light of the Labubu craze, I propose the existence of Labuttore, a plushie with pale blue fur, bright red eyes, and sharp teeth.
He is a custom-made gift from Dottore, hence the resemblance. Labuttore quickly becomes your daily companion, always hanging from your bag with a mischievous smile on his face. He also comes with a personal wardrobe crafted by your lover—pink bow ties, deep blue cravats, familiar masks, anything your heart desires!!
Little do you know that Labuttore is actually a Segment created to spy on you. Everywhere you go, everything you do…all of it is relayed to Dottore for your safety. He takes his role very seriously, you know!!
There is no need to worry about bag snatchers when Labuttore is there to scare them off with a blood red glare or, in worst case scenarios, a bite mark on their hand. If you change bags, he will magically appear on your new bag before you can transfer him. At times, when you cuddle your plushie, you could swear that his smile has gotten wider, his eyes brighter.
…Just don’t forget that Labuttore hates sharing. If you try to hang another charm on your bag, it will mysteriously disappear or fall apart. All the while Labuttore hangs from his usual spot on your bag, an innocent smile on his face.
♡ Much to Dottore’s irritation, his Segments are incredibly fond of you. It isn’t just his brains and perspectives which they inherited, but also his affection for his lover. And the longer he has harbored feelings for you, the more clones who crave your company.
♡ So when their creator is away on a meeting, of course the Segments want to spend time with you!! Unfortunately, all of them had the same idea so now you’re trapped in his office with numerous versions of your lover. After a brief scuffle, they finally reach a compromise.
♡ And that is how your coffee break, normally spent with Dottore, becomes a group date. You end up seated in the middle of the sofa, surrounded by his Segments, as they offer you a selection of your favorite snacks and conversation topics. Or is it more accurate to compare this situation to a host club?!!
♡ Don’t forget, however, that your lover is selfish to a fault. And this manifests in his Segments’ possessiveness, depending on the intensity of his feelings during their creation. They will argue over who gets to sit with you, one-up each other with their accomplishments, and find loopholes in their supposedly civil arrangement. From your end, it doubles as free entertainment.
♡ It’s nostalgic to experience Dottore’s former treatment of you, courtesy of his younger clones. They are the ones who exchange sharp glares, smirks, and insults in their pursuit of your attention. As rough and demanding as they can be, it’s cute to watch them bump heads over a spoonful of your cake—when was the last time you fed your snack to Dottore?
♡ On the other hand, his older Segments are more adept in flustering you—subtle touches, charming comments, their insistence on feeding you the “better” dessert. As they cross spoons, you can practically feel their passive aggression and masked glares. The oldest ones are especially fond of pointing out that they are the most similar to your current lover~
♡ Unsurprisingly, dealing with many Dottores can be overwhelming. So thank the Tsaritsa when their creator returns just as you are caught in a physical tug-of-war. It only takes a few seconds for him to walk over to you, pull you out of his Segments’ grasp, and shoo them out of his office unless they’d like a word with their creator.
♡ Well, at least that’s over. Alone with Zandik, you can enjoy your usual coffee break with the snacks he bought for you. Just don’t bring up his Segments; they already have lots of work to do in the upcoming weeks…...
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Ykw what’s funny is that Dottore isn’t even my favorite Harbinger yet he’s the one I’ve written the most content for. This man is just so fun and evil, and it pisses me off >:’T
I just realized you were one of the first blogs i read when i started twisted wonderland!! Your "what leona would want in a s/o" is what made me his simp!! XD
Ohhh?? A Twst-related ask?? What a delightful surprise to find in my inbox o(｀ω´ )o
I’m not as into Twisted Wonderland as I used to be, but the characters still hold a special place in my heart. Especially Leona Kingscholar…..
Looking back, I was such a big simp for Leona teehee. My sweet apologies for infecting you with the brainrot nyehehehehe ψ(｀∇´)ψ
A penny for your thought about Dottore and Pantalone in the latest update?
I discussed the angst in a previous ask, so I thought I’d ramble in this one （＾Ｏ＾☆♪
Aahhh I have so many thoughts, Anonie!! When the Lazzo trailer released, I was immediately drawn to Dottore and Pantalone. Little did I know the brainrot would snowball from there :0
I was rlly blown away by all of the lore. Starting with Dottore…..oh my gosh why are OG Zandik and his Segments so attractive?!! There is so much to analyze when it comes to the evolution of his personal style over the years. My biases are 18 (his pale eyelashes + aloof gaze!!), 25 (waaaaa his glasses <3), and 65 (the plague mask stays ON during se—
As for Pantalone, oughh he also ensnared my heart!! I already embarrassed myself in a brainrot post yesterday, but to keep it short here:: I would spend hours in a boring office meeting if it means staring at the Regrator and listening to him speak <3
I already enjoyed Dottore and Pantalone’s individual scenes, but together…..their banter, their intertwined history, the snark and laughter they bring out in each other aaaaahhhh!!!!! Also, shoutout to the Panttore/ Dottolone writers and artists from before and after 6.6 （╹◡╹）♡
I guess that’s all I have to say for now?? This 6.6 is update has also reignited my old brainrot for Yandere! Dottore x Assistant! Darling, and god knows where those ideas will take me……
So... how are we feeling about the new update in regards of Dottore + Pantalone 😭
I have never felt more overjoyed and devastated in my entire life. Thank you for asking _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
I was already heartbroken at Zandik’s death, and then they hit us with Omega Build dying and saying goodbye to his “dear friend.” And Pantalone’s demeanor throughout it all </3
As someone who adores both Harbingers, I couldn’t think of a more emotionally compelling sendoff + introduction. I rlly hope we get to see more of them in future updates, even if it’s just angsty flashbacks .°(ಗдಗ。)°.
👉👈I saw ur originally plan for pierrro in the church au and was wondering if I could write a drabble for it based on the idea?
Read this Pierro post for context (´∀｀=)
Ehhhh you got inspired by that idea?!! O.o
I’m very honored to hear that, Anonie. I have no issue with you writing a drabble as long as you credit me for the original concept. Oh my………now I’m very curious about what you’ll write >:D
Have you seen the Pantalone animation leaks??? They're SO good
This response is horrendously late, so I’m going to shamelessly rot over Pantalone’s confirmed appearance from 6.6 instead ^^;
First of all, BDKSNSISSNSKSJSBSNS I CAN’T BELIEVE WE FINALLY HAVE AN IN-GAME MODEL AND ANIMATION OF THE REGRATOR!! AFTER YEARS OF ONLY HAVING THE SAME FIVE IMAGES FROM THE LAZZO TRAILER TO REUSE WE GET HIT WITH A WHOLEASS PANTALONE ALBUM HIS REGULAR 3D MODEL HIS 3D MODEL WITH THE OLD CLOAK HIS ANIMATED FORM IN DOTTORE’S BACKSTORY SO MUCH DIALOGUE EVEN HIS MEDICAL RECORDS DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FAN ART OHHH I MUST BE DREAMING
I was delightfully surprised by Pantalone’s 3D model!! He’s so tall, so elegant, so beautiful……and how am I supposed to not find beauty in his muted gaze and lil eye creases?? I also have to give him credit for pulling off his asymmetrical haircut I am also looking disrespectfully at his chest, and drooling over the difference between his and Dottore’s body proportions woweeeeee
The way he adjusts his rings, the side-eyes he gave Datattore, his sad look after their goodbye, HIS VOICE OH I COULD LISTEN TO HIM FOREVER MAD PROPS TO HIS EN AND CN VOICE ACTORS THEY SOUND SO GOOD!!!!!!!!
Gahhh methinks he should be crowned as the Harbinger with the best debut. Fun fact, when the Lazzo trailer released, Pantalone was actually the first Harbinger to catch my eye. If not for Capitano, I might have become the No#1 Regrator Simp instead…..though I suppose it’s never too late for that, especially when his story is far from over \(//∇//)\
Aww thank you for checking on me, dear!! To answer your question, I’m doing okay. I just became less active on Tumblr due to my other hobbies and irl commitments ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ
Here it is, the side story to Chemistry!! This fic is a collection of bonus scenes + a mini epilogue written from Dottore’s POV. I hope you all enjoy this glimpse into the wicked Doctor’s feelings (｡・//ε//・｡)
Once again, lots of love to @diodellet for another life-saving peer review!! And thank you to everyone who read Chemistry. Your brainrot feedback means the world to me <3
Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, stalking, medical malpractice, drugging, mention of violence, Dottore being himself, mild nsfw, nonconsensual somnophilia, MINORS DNI
Note:: Female reader, characterization is based on both Webttore and Primettore, written before the 3.3 update
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I. Subject I shows symptoms of naturally occurring infatuation. Mental faculties are coherent, though there are clear signs of fatigue, poor sleep quality, and academic burnout. Trial experiments have been successfully concluded.
Zandik has long been fascinated by the theory of love.
Love—one of the biggest mysteries of the world, a phenomenon based on interpersonal attraction, an unsolved concept which varies across individuals and relationships. In the realm of science, it can be defined by an all-encompassing range of intense symptoms.
Involuntary physical reactions. Heightened feelings of euphoria, anxiety, and despair. Illogical fantasies and blind devotion. The impairment of rationality.
By that definition, romantic love is simply a common illness.
When one falls in love, they become a slave to their own volatile desires. Everything, from their cognitive control to their emotional wellbeing, can be easily manipulated by another. It is for this reason that the position of the beloved is arguably more desirable.
To be the object of one’s affection is to occupy their waking thoughts and dreams. It is to hold power over one’s physical body and mental faculties by merely existing in their world.
To be loved is to be adored on the level of a god.
Well, would you look at that……I wrote smth for Dottore. To think that @diodellet was right when she read his scene in my Pantalone fic and joked that it was “totally not a reference to what [my] next fatui fique will be” ;-;
For Dottore’s twisted love story, I took a darker different approach for the yandere’s methods and Darling’s personality!! This was quite fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy reading this. And thank you again to Diodellet for your excellent feedback ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, stalking, blood, violence, death, medical malpractice, drugging, needles, Dottore being himself, spice, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI
Note:: Female reader, characterization is based on both Webttore and Primettore, written before the 3.3 update
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i. endorphins
The Nilotpala lotuses are in full glow.
You examine their shadows. It won’t take long for the flowers to close.
Over the past hour, the world has gradually responded to the sun’s arrival. The stars disappeared. The night sky was repainted with pastel colors. The Nilotpala lotuses ceased to be your only source of light.
Concentrate. You can’t miss this.
You hold up your pocketwatch and continue staring at the flowers.
The sunlight reaches the swamp. The Nilotpala lotuses react immediately, gold centers dimming and blue petals closing. One by one, each flower is put to sleep by the sun’s kiss.
You wade past the lilypads and return to dry ground. Your first course of action is to document the observation in your journal.
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Time: 5:20:11.
Location: Devantaka Mountain, western swamp.
Notes: Photonasty triggered two seconds after direct exposure to sunlight. No variations in individual speed, light intensity, and overall process.
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About time. Picking up your lantern, you leave the swamp and return to the mountain trail. Halfway down, a strange noise alerts you.
Metal. Sparks. Has an ancient machine been activated?
The mechanical sounds are followed by excited murmurs.
I know its been literal years since it came out, but I frequently go back to read your mermaid fatui takes. OBSESSED with pierro snapping my leg and then pampering me. I become old man yelling at cloud that people nowadays don't write more heinous actions for their yans, need to go back and get my dosage here.
Read my Yandere Mermaid AU here ٩( ᐛ )و
Aahhh thank you so much, Anonie!! It makes me happy to know that y’all cry over enjoy my works to this day. In the case of Pierro, *evil laugh* he always turns out more cruel and pathetic than my initial plans ψ(｀∇´)ψ
My apologies for taking so long to respond. I rlly wanted to reply to your ask with a short Mermaid! Pierro drabble, but I haven’t had much inspiration for it. Maybe someday……..
For now, I can promise that my days of writing heinous yanderes are far from over. Especially when it comes to the Fatui Harbingers~
To all the lovely Anonies who have sent me asks over the past months, I just want to say that I’ve seen your messages and will post my answers in the future!! I just can’t respond right now due to personal circumstances ^^;
Hello everyone! I am opening emergency commission while i'm searching for a job!! please help me as i have my rent due very very soon and am running out of money for groceries!! Here is my vgen link if you prefer to buy from there!
Drawing couples/selfships/yumeship are my specialty, any additional character in a piece is an extra 50% of the original price!
