[noctaria]

#𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ an indie role-play blog for ll dottore, otherwise known as ' the doctor ' from the wonderous world of genshin impact. mature themes will be present. please read the rules before following, thank you. ~

᯽ rules. ᯽ about. ᯽ open starters. ᯽ memes.

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#𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⵑ the blog themes may include: human & non-human experimentation, kidnapping, abuse ( both verbal & physical ), murder, manipulation, corruption, violence, god complex, & ( medical ) drugs. do follow at your own discretion.

────୨ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 @sanctaria. 𝐇𝐈𝐒. ৎ────

the most cherished subjects: @b-erserk, @truethes & @dangaer, @xheroinex.

[whorunthewcrld]

"Welcome to McT's. How may I help you today."

[noctaria]

❝ ... i came for a big mac(™), but stayed for the fascinating degradation of your cosmic potential into fast-food labour. ❞ the doctor chuckles, ❝ truly research-worthy. ❞

[furikusakasu]

@noctaria asked: " you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ” // ( for lohen. )

children are suppose to have a happy childhood . a place where a child can be just that - a child . a new life that is brought into a world, to learn, to enjoy, to have fun. for lohen it sounds nothing more then just a missed oppurinty in his life he didn't get to enjoy much of. Can he REALLY be told he had a childhood when he wasn't born like any other children? he knows only what he recalls, a SEGMENT. Utter nonsense that is nothing, but clear dribble to him. Lohen is always who he was. Lohen, not some Segment.

his mind locks a lot of his past away, only small parts of it bubble to the surface now && then before he let's it be buried once again. you couldn't make this up when he is faced to faced with a never ending shadow that haunts him. ❝ . . . ❞ a ghost , huh ? he might as well have . how long has it been ? he was rescued when he was only eleven years old...it's been ten years && now showing up right in front of him? got him an itch to throw hands.

❝ me ? seen a ghost ? oh no no no . in fact i am just disapointed. you show up after all these years, && you didn ' t even bother to bring the milk ! that's points deducted from you. ❞ he makes a tsk tsk sound as he crosses his arms over his chest, face still netural as he stares at the other. hmph. clearly there is nothing about the both of them that makes them look ANYTHING a like. ❝ failing at even being a capable adult. that doesn't suprise me at all. i wonder if that should go on the list! i call is a deadbeat person! you , naturally are at the very top of the list, i know. i know its such flattery for you . ❞

just go away . just . go . away . it's just a chant in his head . a repeat over & over phrase that works when he was a lot younger. if he was gone, then things would be okay. he won't even UTTER the name. even speaking the name confirms that its real, that is here & now. the vice captain refuses to even give that meance an inch of clarfication...those his emotions betray him, rather he knows it or not.

[noctaria]

𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑 just the way most people would visualize a fatui harbinger ── be it in mondstadt, inazuma, sumeru, or any other nation across teyvat ── possessing that ineluctable air of pure arrogance & power. if one had to truly describe him, standing tall with the first rays of sun outlining his imposing form & masked face, exuding both light & shadow at the same time, they would say he looks like a medieval painting. in particular, one reminiscent of a fallen angel with black wings. there is nothing saintly nor kind about the way he smiles at lohen. ❝ for someone who claims not to care, you have rehearsed that little speech remarkably well... "

keeping one arm folded behind own straight back, dottore raises the other & oh so idly ' clicks ' his gloved fingers. in seconds the young man is surrounded by fatui agents who were all hidden in the nearby ships, creating a wide yet organized circle with all weapons ready. ❝ mock me then, if it helps. ❞ the doctor purrs, ❝ it changes nothing. " without needing to move or throw orders around, the wide circle begins to gradually tighten like a noose 'pon a rabbit's neck. slowly, but surely. it's abundantly clear that he doesn't wish for lohen to die. after all, the doctor could have done so himself even before the boy decided to part those insolent lips. ❝ i sincerely do hope that you will keep about your precious wits, especially we get thoroughly.... re-acquainted. ❞

[mournfulroses]

Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, featured in My Beloved Toto: Letters

[noctaria]

She didn’t give Dottore a chance to react. Harmony snarls and without any other way out, she strikes! White teeth capture his hand but she doesn’t use all her bite force.

Strong as she is, the woman refrains from using all her might. As soon as the bite happens, she releases Dottore. There would be no marks, not even a drop of blood.

The bite is a silent warning. She can certainly bite him harder if she must. - [For Prime, please.]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 always did go hand-in-hand with the statistical inevitability of mathematics: a test subject may resist every trial, yet the resistance itself only supplies more data, which in turn leads to additional adjustments until compliance is all but assured. the so-called ' bite ' does nothing to phase him. dottore has long tore into both gods & monsters with these hands, & she, as it currently stands, is no different than a poorly calibrated machine which he intends to ' fix. '

❝ hmph... ❞ slowly retrieving the bitten hand, dottore rises it higher underneath the surgical spotlight as if to inspect the supposed injury 'pon the glove ── only to deliver a vicious yet firm slap to harmony's cheek. the sheer suddenness & pure physical impact of it all forcing her whole head to whip into opposite direction. ❝ you seem to possess an extraordinary ability to exceed even my lowest expectations, but, no matter... for i do not need your cognitive thinking to achieve my desired result. ❞ reaching then for those luscious locks of hazel, the doctor weaves his gloved fingers in before grabbing a fistful & without any shred of mercy, giving a good old twist.

the pain instantly shoots through her delicate scalp, almost as if dottore intends to rip all of it off in a single yank. it's downright brutal, & inhumane. she has no choice but to arch against the cold steel surface of the surgical table just as he tilts his head in return, not quite unlike a curious vulture. ❝ now then, enough wasting time. we have much work to do. ❞ glancing back over the shoulder, he nonchalantly adds, ❝ bring me the new vial. ❞ although the monotone words are not for her, but for the young boy who until now went completely unnoticed.

[noctaria]

᯽ 𝓸𝓸𝓬;

hi everyone ~ !! since i've finished all of my picnic starters for zandik, i'll now be moving back to owed threads / asks. once i manage to dish out a handful, i'll perhaps reblog some memes as well for us to have fun with. until then though, please remember to take care of yourselves & if ever in doubt, do know that i personally follow each one of you because i'm very excited to interact, & find all your unique portrayals such a pleasure to read. ♡ i know it's easy to catch blue vibes on tumblr so, here's your lil dose of vitamin c from your friendly neighbourhood doctor to get some of that good positivity in. ✨ no. no, don't spit it out. swallow. swallow it yoU LIL SH──

[noctaria]

adjusts his thigh strap right in front of prime >:)

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐌, ll dottore is far from lascivious or precipitating. he never indulges in the mundane if he can help it. such things are best left to the lesser, simpler minds, who ought to seek earthly pleasures & childlike dreams instead of what could potentially elevate them even above the gods they so blindly worship. the power of knowledge, after all, is unbridled & only a perceptive mind ── clean of prosaic filth ── can ever hope to truly grasp it.

the doctor for centuries has been cutting down such meagre distractions, moving through this playpen of a world like a scalpel does so in a operating theatre, only to discover that not even he, the ever-brilliant sage & madman in equal measure, is without error or beyond mortal reach. not as long as zandik's soul continues to exist deep inside his hollow core. a soul which cannot be simply edited or erased like a mistyped number 'pon a screen. it's haunting. zandik's humanity... it yearns to bleed out through him almost daily. not for the world, not for its people──

but feofan alone.

the quiet rustles of fabric across the room steal away his focus & then attention, prompting the masked face to raise a little higher above tomes meanwhile reflecting an aureole of candlelight 'pon its beak-shaped mask, once again, undoubtfully distracted. at first dottore tries to appear irritated, bothered, or even miffed at the fact that feofan decides to do this in his very own office, but strangely enough he can't. most times, when they are together, the doctor happens to glance at that mischievous little smile first or perhaps the way raven hair happens to curl just beneath the ear, although tonight, his unseen gaze falls directly on that tampered thigh strap & the succulent flesh just beneath. ❝ . . . . ❞ oh, feofan, feofan... you clever thing. slowly rising from the chair, dottore rounds his mahogany desk with predatory grace. the tips of his gloved fingers glide smoothly along its edge & then in a almost leisurely prowl, he moves to stand directly behind the other, being now close enough for own masculine scent of vetiver cologne to be felt. ❝ that little habit of yours is quite cruel, my dear, ❞ he whispers warmly 'pon the earshell, murmuring in that oh so low, deep & sultry tone, ❝ but if you must insist on getting my personal attentions... ❞ slowly sliding a single gloved hand around the banker's waist, the doctor yanks him back into himself. the holding arm now nothing short of a vice-grip. ❝ how about you learn to ask properly, hm? ❞

tit for tat. it isn't unusual for neither dottore nor feofan to hold grudges, only to use them later like a rain check saved for a murky day. in this peculiar instance, however, it is merely meant as a tease. after all, the banker did once make beta beg for an entry 'pon a ledger. ❝ well... ? ❞ so he continues, using a free gloved hand to reach over for that fateful strap & slipping a lone finger underneath, give it a nice rough tug. the expensive leather instantly digs in deep, outlining the inner thigh & the natural bulge hiding there. ❝ go on then, feofan, ❞ another yank, another firm squeeze 'pon such sensitive place: ❝ ' i ' want to hear your voice twist in the same manner ' he ' once heard, & had the pleasure of recording. ❞

[twyrlne]

You're hardly normal, and you don't cherish life. You just don't want to admit defeat in the limited time you have. Even so, don't I deserve an interesting ending?

[noctaria]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐑 are weighted in gold. nothing more than another form of currency running through teyvat. for the right price, you could buy just about anything, anyone, even if only for a little while. money, after all, makes the world go around & by the ripe age of only eight, zandik understood that fact better than most when the summerian merchants, his own family, didn't think twice before selling him away. no explanations, no last good-byes. the bitter-sweet birth name is all he had left before compassion followed suit, & now, as a man, zandik only does what any true heretic does best: lie.

❝ i don't say this lightly, but i feel calmer when you're here... ❞ the long pale fingers tread slowly through the cashmere softness of her hair, feeling its utter smoothness, only to raise one of the locks & strand by strand, let them slowly all slip away. the green scenery just beyond flickering briefly as if a rustic film. ❝ i find myself strangely captivated... ❞ the vermillion eyes flicker over to mya's then, his hand lowering back onto the empty space 'pon the blanket between them & by design, right next to hers. ❝ would it be too forward to say that i desire to know you more than this? to know the real you, मम प्रिय ? ❞ a subtle invite rolls down the silvered tongue, accompanied by a fleeting brush of fingers as they glide closer. gentle, but full of unspoken intent.

people in zandik's eyes, after all, are merely currency. their emotions, their hopes, & morals, nothing short of inconsequential. if he cannot possibly use it on a table, then it's worthless. still, not everything the young scholar says or does is a complete lie, for there is genuine curiosity in his seemingly polite request, wishing to both discover & dismantle mya all the same.

a picnic date with: @furiaei.

[noctaria]

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 far enough from the akademiya that unforeseen interruptions will be unlikely. on a spread out blanket, he lounges amongst the varying assortment of summerian snacks, markers & tomes, his elegant hand upholding an open notebook which is already crowded with hastily scribbled observations. solitude such as this suits zandik far better than any idle chatter of fellow students, granting him the much needed peace for the ever-busy mind, especially without all the buzzing of pesky quips which he has neither the patience nor desire to entertain.

at the gentle sound of approaching footsteps, only then does he finally glace up from the pages, prompting a rather irritated glance. it almost instantly eases 'pon spotting her however, looking unlike anything he had ever seen before: the bright fuchsia eyes, the long lilac-white hair & more notably, if not most strikingly, her crystalline limbs: an appearance so distinctly foreign that it momentarily interrupts even zandik's train of thought.

❝ . . . . ? ❞

surprise briefly etches across the typically blank expression, & the vermillion eyes ── still partially hidden behind the elegant tresses of azure ── widen ever so slightly in turn as they continue to linger on the unfamiliar woman. it's nigh impossible not to stare. she is certainly... unique. so much so, the once brimming thoughts instantly switch their trajectory & swirl around her person solely, then more notably, the very reason as to why she even chooses to approach him to begin with. thus, closing the notebook with a light ' clap ', the young scholar waits... finding himself for once intrigued.

a picnic date with: @azureliight.

[gum-iie]

gotta be one of his best pranks for sure

[noctaria]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 & 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, encapsuled by the delicate sounds of rustling trees & chirping birds which altogether mold into an ideal sanctuary. for most days, it truly felt like one to zandik, until the moment he spots an unmistakable pattern of a picnic blanket spread out evenly among the bushes & for fleeting a second, his expression darkens. from all possible locations someone could have chosen to idle away, an akademiya student just had to settle herself frustratingly close to the secret entrance of a hidden laboratory. mere coincidence, zandik reasons. it's just too bad that said coincidence also has a remarkable ability to always turn into an inconvenience.

sighing gently, the visible irritation becomes quickly smothered by a small yet pleasant smile. a smile so pleasant in fact that it borders on downright artificial all the while he emerges from beyond the foliage with scholarly grace, ❝ ah... what an unexpected surprise, ❞ he speaks up warmly, granting a slight incline of head in polite greeting, ❝ i didn't expect to stumble 'pon anyone here, let alone a fellow student. ❞ halting by right by the blanket, zandik appears friendly & nonchalant enough to convince that this encounter is indeed a welcome one.

inwardly, however, his thoughts are anything but friendly, already calculating on how to possibly move her ── or, failing that, simply dispatch the poor girl altogether. after all, unlike sohreh, this one is still a stranger. no ties, no means to blame should things go south. ❝ what brings you so far from the academy, if i may ask... ? the dharma forest is hardly a safe place for a picnic. ❞

a picnic date with: @theshytigergirl.

[noctaria]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒, the akademiya welcomes all who seek enlightenment. you do not need to be rich or a natural-born genius to walk its gilded halls, but much like any unbridled thing, both the freedom & openness leave an invite for the less savoury. the very sort who will belittle or tear down others in name of personal amusement, or even sabotage their hard work just to get a head-start. unfortunately for himeko akiyama, she now has the displeasure of meeting the very worst, not even attempting to properly hide their smirking lips behind shielding hands as hushed whispers fill the plaza, ❝ really... ? dressed like that... ? where does she think she is? ❞ the giggles chitter like locusts in warm summer air, relentless & daunting, ❝ iiiiii heard that her name is kurenai or something. do you think she is here to apply... ? i would sincerely laugh if that's the case. this girl screams privileged to me. ❞

suddenly one of the female students walks up to himeko. she has a wicked, catlike smile, the smile of a troublemaker, & her hazel eyes are branded with cunning. ❝ excuse me, miss. i don't believe i've seen you around before. are you perhaps here to- ❞ before she can possibly finish her poisoned sentence however, zandik emerges from within the shadow of an open doorway & halting near the pair, sharply cuts in, ❝ she is my charge. mind your business. ❞ the giggles at the back hush for a moment just as the female student beside himeko freezes, her hazel eyes widening slightly. ❝ i-.. well, that's- ❞ he cuts her off yet again, without hesitation nor mercy: ❝ do we have a problem? ❞

the plaza feels somewhat colder now. the few students who are watching exchange silent glances, but none actually step in to back up the one being challenged by akademiya's finest scholar in making. after all, to say that zandik isn't inherently liked is putting it lightly. he has effectively shook the entire campus since induction day, being equally as handsome as he is utterly ruthless & bright. too bright, most would add. there's something inherently dangerous in the way he outshines almost everyone with hardly any real effort at all, only to look at them with those sharp red eyes like a scientist observing an ant colony. cold. so very cold & detached. the rumours of sohreh's disappearance had only muddled zandik's already questionable image. ❝ n-no, it's fine. sorry zandik. ❞ the female student instantly scurries off back to the group & he, with the ever-charming smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, turns to himeko. ❝ did i not tell you to meet me near the tree by the river... ? ❞

a picnic date with: @blaziingmaiiden

[rorronoa]

[noctaria]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃; the flourishing rose bushes & archaic structures, reflecting the burning light of dusk, curve off the countless surfaces like twinkling ambers. zandik is standing right underneath its looming arches, his slender back impeccably straight, both arms coddling away at a fine set of tomes which serve no other purpose than to ground him. after all, zouin will be arriving soon. a man whose face & name he actually cared to remember. ❝ . . . . ❞ it's unlike him. in fact, none of this here is. zandik should have been knees-deep in research right about now, digging through the forbidden archives before these akademiya rats have a chance to exile him but ah, he is not really doing any of that tonight, is he?

ridiculous, so the wicked mind hisses: what am i even doing... ? one time was more than enough. i should just go. but alas, that all too familiar sound of cat-like footsteps slowly approaching roots the young scholar in place, his long fingers subconsciously digging short nails into leather spines. ❝ hmph, so you actually came... ❞ he tries to sound cold & indifferent, even borderline dismissive, yet no man waits for another at such hour without some form of physical or emotional need ── especially after they kissed.

a picnic date with: @svartr.

[nata-mata]

[noctaria]

❛ no, you lied to me. i don’t want to play this game anymore. ❜ ... :<

❝ ... 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓? ❞ 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 down the moonlit cellar. even after being drugged, she still moves like a primadonna 'pon a stage & he, ever-indulgent, intends to capture that ethereal beauty before anyone else has the chance. after all, every heretic needs a god to betray & admire in equal measure. ❝ that's a shame. i thought you said i was special, one of a kind ── like family. ❞ a lie after a lie, the words of endearment roll smoothly down his silver tongue like the sweetest poison. he never really meant any of them other than the fact she is exceptional, & soon, his. the drug currently coursing through her system will make sure of that.

❝ why don't you sit down & just rest, hm? you must feel awfully tired, heavy.... ❞ deceived. each quiet step is like a dagger twisting deeper between her wings & yet zandik doesn't relent, doesn't even apologize for neither drugging her or filling her head with nothing but falsehoods & devilish charms. after all, columbina brought this 'pon herself by trusting a scholar who once more stands at the edge of exile. ❝ there is no other path for you to take here, मम प्रिये, besides mine. ❞