May 9, 2025
Little Neuvillette and Cacucu doodles from the quest! 🤍
(I was so scared he actually got stabbed, I’m so glad the Pookie is okay 😔🤌🏻)
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Little Neuvillette and Cacucu doodles from the quest! 🤍
(I was so scared he actually got stabbed, I’m so glad the Pookie is okay 😔🤌🏻)
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is.. is that.... WAKA SAMA!?!!??!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣
Что-то поговаривают мол он будет игровым. Вот и повод качать этот ваш геншин обратно.
collection of collei pieces i made last year
Il Dottore x Assistant!Reader
(Or rather an amalgamation of thoughts unable to string themselves together)
My brain is currently turning itself into a mush of rotting matter but I cannot stop thinking of Dottore x Assistant!reader where they happen to be in their current situation out of sheer coincidence (or is it?)
Like imagine Dottore after having all of his clones destroyed and now facing the harsh reality of not having any lending hand in and outside of scientific endeavours? Do not get me wrong even though this guy decided to pursue the career of a Victor Frankenstein kinnie by dropping out and succumbing to madness, he still needs aid in certain aspects of his research and would consequently need to be on the search for at least a competent assistant capable of dealing with his… ‘aspirations’…
And that is when Assistant!reader comes in! I have honestly mainly thought of 2 possible backstories for the reader to find themselves pursuing being the auxiliary of a mad scientist as a professional career:
- First one, you are a member of the Academia, even though you are quite known for your curiosity and intelligence you can never be too safe in an environment as competitive as the one found between all the various students in the establishment. Besides your interest in the sciences you’ve always had an inclination towards history, especially the one related with civilisations of the long lost past, so what do you do when you’ve read most of the material available to students? Do you accept the fact that due to your lower position in the social hierarchy of the Academia there always will be information secured out of your reach by those ‘superior’ to you? Of course you don’t. So you start finding ways of accessing private archives during the dark hours of the night… And that’s when you discover more knowledge about those civilisations that were never made public… but also about a certain Zandik…
- To cut things short you are eventually found out and punished accordingly by being expelled from the Academia, but since you were such a renowned student, be it in academic grades or research, the superiors had to craft a narrative capable of explaining your absence without giving away the true reason behind your leave… and when Dottore hears it, be it because it turned into communal gossip or because it was wrongly served as intel… Oh he laughs himself into the night… He knows a halfassed cover up story when he sees one, and after working his way into obtaining as much information on you as he can in the span of a few hours he has crafted a whole profile of you and has decided to recruit you as his new little assistant… You find yourself baffled when, while begrudgingly leaving Sumeru towards your native land, are surrounded by a group of Fatui agents led by a man whose mint coloured hair brings forth a reminiscence of the one found in the crumbling picture of Zandik…
- The second one is quite the turn, while in the first one the reader could be seen as possessing some sort of reverence towards Dottore (due to later finding out that he is Zandik), in this new scenario the situation is completely different.
- You and your family leave from your original country towards Sumeru, even though you are far from living in luxury you can still make ends meet but the situation only worsens with the passage of time… At one point some Fatui agents knock forcibly on your feeble door and your family is either given or forced into accepting the ‘opportunity’ of having one of their children sold… I mean… recruited by the Fatui! In order to obtain an advanced payment for their diligent services of course! (there could even be developed a backstory where the reader is Snezhnayan and their family has a military history that was eventually led to ruin, but I’m just rambling at this point).
- To get to the point your family is disturbed in the beginning but you know what they say, ‘When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out of the window’. The reader could give themselves up in order to protect their siblings, or there could be a whole scene were their mother grabs 2 of their children and goes ‘this one take this one…’ ‘No, no, no, take the other one; the OTHER ONE!’ (totally not a reference to that one scene between Johan, Anna and their Mother from Monster).
- You are taken in by the Fatui, most probably never to see your family again, and now you have become one of the countless Dottore’s human lab rats.
- In the beginning you let your hopelessness consume you, allowing yourself to wither away with every experiment a random clone performs upon your fading body, but once you grasp the fact that you are capable of slowly amassing a body of knowledge of the different maps of the labs and of all the experiences conducted in that hellhole, you make a promise that once you find your way out you’ll avenge yourself for what these people have done to you, for no one will do it besides your own self.
- After being foolishly mistaken as a dead ‘subject’, your body is discarded along all the remnants of those that weren’t capable of surviving the savagery that infests those laboratories. You successfully escape the grasp of the Fatui and now being considered officially dead you begin the new stage of your plan, you are actually going to make it… and you are going to make it big…
- You use all the knowledge you acquired during those inferno like periods of being experimented upon to your own advantage, you move to Fontaine and begin to work as an auxiliary for some of the marionettes from the various theatres. Your perception and understanding of how human anatomy functions permits you to be able to weaponise these creatures devoid of life through the usage of elemental power upon them, and it is then that the terror begins.
- You fashion a new identity for yourself, a genius marionette maker capable of destroying lines of fighters with a single movement of the hand, and that power… it happened to caught the attention of a certain Archon of ice…
- With Harbingers dying or disappearing here and there you could say that the Fatui were in need of at least some replacements for these power vacuums, and that is the reason why you are recruited (initially as an assistant but perhaps eventually as a Harbinger), someone as powerful and ingenious as yourself could not be made into an enemie of the Snezhnayan army… but rather a member of it.
- Dottore doesn’t remember you, maybe he didn’t even got to be in the same room as you since perhaps you simply happened to be part of a project led solely by his clones… but you remember… his face has haunted you for as long as you can recount and-
- “I must say that, when I first heard of a vision holder capable of manipulating the bodies of various marionettes simultaneously, it did indeed caught my attention”… a silence, a deafening silence that is quickly filled yet again by the previous voice-“As a scientist myself I would love to hear the scientific reasoning behind your process…”
- You turned towards him and feel yourself smiling a calculated smile…
- Revenge never tasted so sweet.
Note: And that it’s all I shall share for today my people. I’m not going to torture myself through any grammar checks since I have got to go back to studying and that happens to be enough torture for itself :’)
Academic rivals…? Pt 5
Synopsis: You hated Alhaitham. From his arrogance to his grades. Even looking at him made your stomach turn. But then why were you two embracing each other in the broom closet intertwining breaths together…?
Notes: Fem reader, OCC Alhaitham, Kissing, Graduation Ceremony
[Translations at the bottom]
Taglist: @sharkiestory
900+ words [not edited]
4 years. You endured 4 years as a student in the Akademiya. It was your graduation ceremony.
“Please put your hands together for the valedictorian Alhaitham!” claps were heard throughout the gymnasium. You rolled your eyes at him before zoning out of his speech. That was until you heard your name being called.
“As for my dedication, I’ll be dedicating my speech to [Name].” Your head shot up.
“And that concludes my speech.”
“...” Everyone was silent. The sage fake coughed before he asked.
“Are you not going to elaborate as to why…?”
“I don’t feel as if I need to.” was the last thing he said before he walk off the stage.
“Well, now we will be moving on to the awards.”
It was safe to say that people were getting annoyed at the fact that the only people who were getting any awards were you and Alhaitham.
“For the creative writing certificate: [Name] and Alhaitham!”
“The mathematics award: [Name] and Alhaitham!”
“The science award goes to [Name] and Alhaitham…”
“Geography: [Name] and Alhaitham… Wait. I’ll be right back.” We watch as the announcer walks off to the back only to come back shocked.
“Well, I’ve been told to call out all at the same time. Art, history, music, physical education, biology, chemistry, physics, social studies, technology, philosophy, graphic design, literature, algebra, and geometry will all be awarded to [Name] and Alhaitham.”
“...” The gym was silence. No one said anything.
The rest of the graduation proceeded as usual.
It was only when the afterparty started when things got weird.
The party was going fine but someone had spilled some juice all over the floor, so like a good person, I volunteered to get a mop not knowing what your friends had in mind.
“Yeah, the mop should be in the broom closet!” One of your friends yelled as you made your way down the halls. Just as you opened the door you felt the sensation of hands pushing you. You collided with someone. Just before the door closed, you heard one of your friends say “Have fun!”.
“What's that supposed to mean?-” You were cut off be a deep voice.
“Could you stop pushing against me?” You let out a small yelp at the sudden voice.
“A-alhaitham?!”
“What?”
“Why are you here?”
“I came to get a mop but someone pushed me in here and locked it.”
“Wait. Was it because someone had spilled juice?”
“Yes and I’m guessing they got you too?”
“...”
“Why would they do this to us specifically?” He questioned before you gulped.
“Probably because you like me…” You feel his breath hitch before he let out a scoff.
“There’s an error in your logic. I’ve never stated I’m romantically interested in you.” You think very carefully before blurting out that you knew what he said in Zulu.
“...”
“...”
“Hey, Alhaitham!” You called out to him.
“Hm?” He turned around to face you.
“I heard you can speak over 7 languages!”
“Yes, I can.”
“Wow! Tell me something in a different language.”
1 “Ufuna ngikutshele ini?”
“What did you say?”
‘They don’t understand me…?’
2 “Ngiyakuthanda. Ngikuthanda kabi ngaso sonke isikhathi uma ungekho kimi, kungenza ngifune ukukhipha inhliziyo yami. Ngiyakubamba kakhulu, noma ukhuluma nentombazane kungenza ngibe nomona ngoba udonsa umoya kangangokuthi ngisho netshe lingawela kuwe.”
“That was so long. What did you say?”
“Figure it out by yourself.” he said before walking away.
“Wha-! Come on! You can’t just leave! Tell me!” Unfortunately, he was out of earshot.
“How long have you known…?”
“I found out a week afterward. People had heard you and spread rumors… Someone came up to me and congratulated me on dating you…” You said as you tilled your head down, hoping he didn’t see your face growing red. Fortunately, he didn’t but that was because he was looking away so you weren’t able to see his ears growing red.
“How long do you think we’ll be trapped here..?”
“Knowing them, they’ll probably forget. Let’s wait for a little bit and if not we can just break the door.”
“Whoa! This is someones house! We can’t just break the door down!” You said as your head shot up.
“It’s their fault for locking us in here…” he said tilling his head down only to meet eyes. Silence overtook the closet as your eyes lock with his. Your eyes scan all over his face and you ultimately land on his lips. It wasn’t long before Alhaitham started leaning in.
You started leaning in too but as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck a shock ran through your body and you pulled away. Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.
“A-are you sure you want this?” You asked. His eyes widened.
“You have no idea what I want.“ He said, snaking a hand to the back of your head before pushing your head towards him. The kiss was a lot more tender and passionate considering Alhaitham. It was a long, deep kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away trying to catch your breath. But Alhaitham followed your lips, wanting more. Your chest swirls at the feeling of care and affection behind the kiss. Warmth spreads throughout your body as your knees get weak.
You finally break away. You huffed heavily as you try to catch your breath. You looked up at Alhaitham who was as red as a tomato. Your eyes widened before giving him a smirk.
“Oh~? Is the all mighty Alhaitham blushing?“
“Shut up.”
“Wow. We literally just made out. Don’t tell me to shut up, bro.”
“Don’t “bro” me. I just had my tongue down your throat.”
Translations
1 ”What do you want me to tell you?” 2 “I love you. I’m so madly in love with you every time you’re not with me, it makes me want to rip out my heart. I get so possessive of you, even if you’re talking to a girl it makes me so jealous because you’re so breathtaking that even a rock would fall for you.”
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Suddenly having brainrot over SAGAU again. What if in the imposter au, the creator developes reversed hanahaki? Like they cough out petals when they are unloved.
Imagine the angst when creator is dying from the flowers growing inside just cuz they were hated and falsely accused.
Imagine the pain of finding the body covered with pretty flowers eith golden blood man the angst :((