If I was in a room with every Dottore segment and called for Dottore/zandik what would happen? Would prime be the only one to come and it's just assumed if I want the others I'd use their Greek alphabet nicknames, or is it like a free for all because they're all Dottore/zandik so hypothetically I am calling for all of them
Calling out "Dottore Zandik" in a room full of himself [Short 1k]
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Ft. [Suitors] Prime, Omega, Beta, Gamma, Delta and [Companions] Zeta and Kappa (Ursa)
Edit - Added in Suitor; Omnicron [Trilunar God] and Companions; Mu [Primes' Monster Vessel/Foxtores' Vessel], The Sprites [Dottolings]
Prime
He automatically assumes you're referring to him, but he won't immediately pause to address you
Whether he notices it or not, he does inch closer to you when you call his name
When he finishes what he's doing [or gets to a point where he can pause], he will finally give you attention
So you better be addressing him when you call that name when he is present or he will immediately sour, his usual grin growing tight if he sees you not waiting patiently for him and off talking to one of his segments animatedly
If you are addressing him he does expect you to at the very least wait for a pause in his work, if you come up to his side to observe what he's doing [albeit silently as to not disturb him] he will preen at the attention
Omega
He turns to give you his attention immediately
He doesn't want you to wait on him
What if you lose interest? What if you choose to leave him for another? What if you want one of the older segments?- He swears you have a thing for guys like Gamma! what if - what if.
Being him is really hard. Not only does he doubt himself when compared to the others, but he also knows he really shouldn't have survived the erasure event had he not
so when he turns to you, he really hopes it him. You're calling for
if it's not, he'll pout and deflate
if you're not looking, you won't catch it
because he switches and begins loudly whining or becoming snippy with the one who you were actually addressing
Beta
He wants you to be addressing him but is too hyperaware of the others in the room to assume it's him immediately
He will subtly lean towards you and try to sus out if it's him you're asking for
He sometimes gets it wrong and in attempts to cover up his floundering, side stepping you to speed walk to the cupboards behind you
He'll deny it if you point it out or ask
but will shove it in the others' faces if you go up to him after calling out his name
Gamma
He looks up briefly and watches you walk into the room but doesn't speak up at first
He looks for what you're going for first before returning to his work
he doesn't think, out of the others in the room, it’s him you're searching for, so he doesn't keep his attention set on you
so you'll have to approach him [if it's during a procedure where he's operating, he'll absent mindedly tell you to not approach the table]
when he finally notices you're waiting on him, he becomes flustered
[Omega scoffs from his corner of the room “I told you it's always the older ones.”]
Delta
Deltas curious as to what you're doing, finding the situation odd the moment you entered the room and randomly called out their shared name into the room
he catches on quickly, remembering a similar situation occurring with Zeta when he was first activated and still learning the ropes of inserting himself in conversations
he keeps to himself and makes you come to him once he figures out you're targeting him to see his reaction to your little game
and acts oblivious if you ask
Zeta
He automatically perks up and looks over and getting distracted from his task
He doesn't automatically think you're calling for him, but he does watch like a puppy thinking he's about to go out for a walk
If it is him, you're addressing him he acts so smug, hopping off of his stool and poking his tongue out at the others when you turn your back to them
if it isn't him, he's still wandering over to you and curiously latching himself to your side if he can, wanting to know why you're suddenly in the lab,
Kappa [Ursa]
His reaction is very small in the form of something twitching as an automatic response to Zandik being called. He does not react to Dottore
He also doesn't believe you if you try to say you're addressing him with the name
you gave him his new name of Ursa, and he actually likes it
so he just gets confused as to why you're calling him names he's never been called since he was created by Prime
even the lab rats and experiments don't confuse him for the doctor
Omnicron [TriLunar God]
"There we go-" Luna huffs as the screen comes back online, blue and red sparks flying from his screen system "Now, where were Iwe"
He no longer reacts to the epithet of Dottore, not since he recieved is nickname from you
he supposes 'Luna', while being a shorter version of his godly title , is a worthy enough name since youre the one who gifted it to him
and he figures its alot better than his 'greek' alphabet name. He questions your terminology of describing it, but he puts it down as something from your world
He does still react to Zandik but not positively
so if you call it out in a room of them [Good luck getting him there], he'll ignore you in favour of anything else
Mu [Dottore's Monster Vessel/Foxtore]
The vessel by itself will not react to any outside stimuli while it is deactivated or placed in rest mode
Which is its default mode
Now, Foxtore usually hijacks the beasts body during down periods where she knows Prime or the other segments dont plan on using the empty vessel to roam as something larger than its own miniature hooded mammalian form
So, during the time you notice the beast roaming or, in this case, just the Tiny form hanging around the main pab with the others
you can see her ears flicker when you call out both names one after the other
She will come up to you regardless and brush up against your leg like a cat, if shes aware you said it to see her reaction, she will bat at your ankles before skittering off
The Sprites [Dottolings]
These three...
Out of all the segments to survive they were considered the most wild in terms of feralness
If they were present they would immediately swarm you [You hear from Beta that there used to be one for every segment and you breathe a sigh at being able to avoid the 26 balls of sticky oily feathers
they dont register the fact you called for another when they run over on their tiny chicken legs
while they are segments, they're not the smartest - but such is the experimental stage of creating clones
[This is kind of an add-on for Dottore for the "The Tsaritsa, Her Harbingers, Their original names, and her intent of possession. [4k headcanons]" Worldbuilding post but purely 'Reader and Dottore' centric. ]
Thank you for the quick responses from Gamma's intro Poll, I will be writing all of the options I gave in order of what was highest to lowest voted, Its still active so if you havent voted and want to vote for the next smut, you can. Ill be putting poll at the end to see which one get released next for those interested in participating [Thank you for those reblog tags too, I read them all, I'm glad ya'll like Gamma! he will return]
[PwP/Longer works get tagged]
Reader here, like in all my writings, gets the ability to switch what genitalia is there at any given time, and so can segments. Established Relationship w/ Dottore and the Segments. Jealousy [brief] and light angst, but it's set up. He gets literal maintenance done, Genshin elemental magic, mentioned self modification attempts, He gets to be called Zandik, body modifications [Omega].
Exhibition [recalling how his fellow segments keep cucking him cause he got sex banned lol.], He is putting his whole heart into getting you worked up and wet, dry humping, begging, praise, whiney whimpering stutters from Omega, First time fucking eachother but other acts have been done, Bigger than you Omega, Big dick [Omega], titty sucking, fingering, brief [v] oral, piv.
It's not hard to tell that he did not want to be present for this ‘Check up’ but he conceded that it was a necessary process to maintain his internal components. Omega never liked it when ‘Dottore’ ordered him to make his way back to Snezhnaya for the week long appointment in the past as it was always a boring ordeal,
No, he does not care that he was ‘already in town so he should stop by to get his done earlier than scheduled’ or that his internal system had been pinging with glitchy alerts the past month- He was here for you, not the plain ‘original’ him taking up your time
he lets out another loud withering sigh
The look he gives you can only be described as fervent longing, curled up and quiet on the outskirts of the room with his arms crossed just staring while you meander around, following Dottore's instructions. Glancing up every now and then to see Omega's gaze becoming increasingly more intense and unfocused as the clock drags on, soft taps from his gloved fingers echoing hollowly atop of the metallic casing
your eyes flicker back to Dottores and watch as his head lifts to meet yours in response, his mouth quirking in a displeased manner. His hand twitches when Omega lets out another, louder groan
“A break might do you good.” You tell him, placing down the tool you'd held up loosely
“I want him out as quickly as I can.” Dottore straightens “so deviations are not recommended pre-operation.”
“You look like you're going to strangle him if he makes another noise.” You shake your head “there’s still the next few days. We can push back the rest of todays-”
“No, no.” he cuts you off “Segmentation 10 and 4 are scheduled to-” he pauses when he sees your blank look “-Kappa and Delta. will be arriving soon, I do not want this to overrun. Pushing his designated allotment ahead in our program is supposed to be a boon, not a detriment”
the creak of the table where Omegas sat screeches as he shifts in place again, making you wince
“Theres a reason I keep them separated during the consecutive procedures.” He utters flatly
“It's the same process as Gammas’ right?” You ask, looking over your shoulder to the Segment “If you want, I can finish off today's reset?”
he purses his lips
“you… would do that, wouldn't you.” He says it like a statement rather than a question “...you have excelled so far with the previous procedures”
“well, Gamma was guiding me through it step by step, and Beta kept slapping my hands any time my thoughts shifted or did something wrong” you muse
he taps his fingers on his palm and stays quiet, contemplating the offer
Another shift from Omega causes the table to jostle, knocking a few of the tools onto the floor and making a large rattling echo around the room. Dottore's hand clenches when the other utters a quiet snicker, offering no apology, leaning into his seat, and not bothering to pick up the now soiled instruments
“Yes. Get him out of here. Do whatever it takes.” he growls out, turning away and hurriedly removing the fastened straps on his coats arm and peeling the glove off to slap it down on the operating table, ridding himself of the medical suit and turning to you lighter “I'll return to check over your work should you need it, but after the first two, I trust your abilities are more than enough.”
he lifts your chin and leans down, pressing the flatter part of his mask to your forehead.
“So sweet to me.” he muses, “I'll prepare a reward of sorts for you. Should you complete this task to my standards, a bath, maybe even a homemade meal?”
you both ignore the scoff that comes from the other side of the room
he leans back “we'll see how the afternoon plays out then. There's other tasks I'll see to in the meantime to make our day even shorter - and don't. let this fool distract you too much”
you nod, bidding him goodbye with a peck to the exposed part of his chin and seeing him turn to the exit, punch in the code to the panel, and leave
“‘So sweet to me’” Omega mocks the moment Dottore leaves, finally relaxing and perking up when you walk over “do you always let him be so…” he flaps his hands “eughh?”
“what? I think it's rather charming compared to the way he treats some of our peers.” You raise a brow at him, helping him shoulder off his coat, hanging it up and hopping up to sit next to him “I like that he's soft with me”
“he's doing it to get you to like him more” Omega rolls his eyes, loosening his bowtie with one hand
“Isn't that what you do too?” You laugh, taking his arm and feeling up the artificial panelling on the insides of his wrist, pressing in and feeling a quick succession of clicks before his fingers twitch, and the prosthetic comes undone
“Yeah, but the difference is that I genuinely like you!” he huffs, squinting down at the familiar sight of constantly moving mechanics
“‘like’ me.” You snort “I don't know. He's at least told me he loves me a few times”
“no he hasn't" he hisses defiantly when you carefully pull at a few of his ‘veins’, the process is painless unlike Primes attempts over the decades though he guesses he can put it down as purposeful
“mn,” you pause momentarily, blunt nails digging into a bundle of sensitive white vines where a black band sits innocently around it, they thrum with energy not far off from how the elements felt when Dottore willingly allowed the substance within his lab for you to mess around with “not verbally, sure. But I understand your quirks, Omega, you don't have to tell me these things for me to just know sometimes, none of you do things half-assed if you're interested in the topic.”
A Dottore was methodical. A Dottore was precise in its choices.
and utterly cryptic when he wanted to be. He loved differently to how many expected from him - A look into the game told you as much. how lowly he held the opinions of disputants to his rhetoric
His own opinions, views, and words of genuine fascination with the world once they cracked the code and despite how objective he may be; rejected by. you still found your way to him
a lost twinkle from afar, so alone in this desolate world, fallen straight into his cold, frigid lap like a pet otter from the Fontainian shallows you oh so adore but woe to him, he had to share.
Omega has had to watch you be paraded around by Prime [Never does he use Dottore, not unless he has to.] in the early days of your stay here, seeing how you fell into the snare that is his care
Dancing beneath the full moon with Beta on the warmer nights. the traitor laying on thick his showy nature, twirling and dipping you before taking advantage of your swooning to hike your underwear down to take you into his mouth
well, he's no better, but that's besides the point, the difference here was the fact he'd been put on a sex ban after Prime had noticed the absurd modifications done to his cock just as he was about to sink between your pillowy folds
‘Omega' he remembers with an annoying clarity ‘Our dear hasn't been worked up to that size yet’
‘Huh?-’ he'd panted, run ragged in his eagerness to rut in ‘w-what does that mean? I can eat them out again?’
he'd yelped when Prime reached and pried him away by his hair, your whine of disappointment echoing in his memory as he's told to go fetch one of the others to replace him for the night and being told he'd been prohibited until further notice
‘a sex ban!’ he'd cried out in anger, ranting to Delta after begrudgingly fetching Gamma to satiate your poor needy cunt for Primes experiment. ‘You wouldn't betray me, right?’
only to watch with a burning envy as Delta takes you brazenly on his lap in their shared dorm, not long after his rant was his breaking point.
The silent segment fucking up into that sweet [‘theres that word again’ he thinks, clucking his tongue displeased earning a distracted hum from you while you work on his system] cunt of yours, the memory of your tiny - because compared to the artifical beings they are, you were tiny- body bouncing in rapid succession, moved by the gravity of that lucky shits hold on you
He lets out a grunt, body spasming when you press at a thin thread.
Oh, and then there was Gamma. Honestly, Omega loathed him the most. The old, wrinkly ball sack version of him got more action than the rest of them. The one time he'd walked in on the two of you had himself wet in seconds, knees weak as he backed away from the doorframe and hid just out of sight to listen to the frankly pornographic noises you were pulling from Gamma. drool pooling from the corners of his mouth as he imagined himself there instead with you draining his balls empty, your dick pressing at his prostate
he quickly dashed away when he'd cum, letting out a pathetic whine too loud and alerting Gamma, frazzled as he was when his head snapped to the door to see his retreat
but the extent of how far he personally would go for you in particular was never in question. you who'd been so taken with all of them enough to let them appreciate you, love on you. jerk off and smear their cum over your skin like lotion-
he hates the fact some of your ‘characters’ could hear your words float around their head - just what did they hear when you were none the wiser, what debouched thoughts did you have when you thought no one was watching, was it him, was he a part of your fantasies?
he surges forth suddenly, catching you off guard and capturing your attention. Seizing your free hand to press against his lips, his sharp teeth grazing the calloused tips of your fingers
“I can do so much more than them, you know” he whispers out of nowhere as you pull at his grip, working around his onset of possessive actions with familiarity
“you certainly worked yourself up to something ridiculous” you mutter none the wiser to his thoughtful derailment
he grumbles quietly. "What do they have that i dont?”
“Excuse me?” You stop what you’re doing, confused
“we look the same” he starts “similar enough we can replicate each other's personality and masquerade as another and have everyone convinced we're Prime. Sure, we act differently here- but we all are fundamentally the same.”
“Omega...”
his grip tightens, unhooking his mask from his face “so why is it I'm always the one being left behind?”
“Dottore.” you grunt out, brows pinching
“heh… heho ho- you're- you're not going to abandon me too, are you?” he says deliriously
“you- you wouldn't do that." he hisses out sadly. "You wouldn't!"
“Zandik!” You bark tugging him down by his neck
he lets out a low whine, shoulders shuddering as he turns he piercing look your way, he hugs you close, shoving his nose into the crook of your neck, trailing his fingers up and down the expanse of your body, lifting you up in his arms and squeezing you tightly
you drag his arm that he had twisted around and fiddle with the panel once more, finishing your altering of the wiry components earning another jerk, then groan from the man
“your core is damaged.” he tenses when you mention it, his eyes shifting away
“...and you knew that, didn't you?”
he bows his head further, hiding the sheepish look. you undo that black band you noticed from earlier, and feel him gulp and tremor as it's peeled back.
“you really thought taping the leyline branches with thermal tape was going to fix this” you manage to wriggle out of his clutch to twist in his hold, sighing when he only calms down enough when you sit on his lap
you're both quiet, a fact you're thankful for as you bring his arm closer to your face to work on, his boney chin digging into your shoulder and watching the meticulous adjustments you make, resisting the urge to act like the masked fool he makes himself out to be in public
“you've also been making your own modifications” you notice, the wires had been snipped and twisted not unlike what you've seen in Gamma and Beta, but the position where they ended up is too cramped, folding in on each other from the angle he would have had to do it with one hand
he shrinks more at the [true] accusation
“...does this have something to do with what you said?”
“I have no idea what you mean, my darling dear- my baby doll- my-” his voice trails off sharply, a pitched gasp escaping his throat when you tug at his heart strings
“Nnn-” he gulps “Okay, okay. yes. yes, it is”
Omega couldn't deny it when you were this close to him, not when he had such easy access to what he's been yearning for the past. How many months of torture? he'd lost track.
he clues back in when he feels to kiss his nose, patting his cheek to gain his attention.
“I wanted to make a few adjustments” he admits
“Last time we couldn't go further because of-” he shivers , stuttering when you grind down on his thigh, “look, you've already told me i'm too big”
“I've said no such thing.” You murmur, chuckling at the kicked puppy look he has “you sure you're not remembering wrong?”
he clicks his tongue “Prime… said, I couldn't fuck you.”
“mmnhm.” You nod “and what'd he say before he left?”
he groans, eyes fluttering closed, cock twitching in his pants
“something... sweet?” he says, distracted as you slide yourself over top of him
“‘Do whatever it takes’” he freezes as you finish those words “now, it seems your issues can be solved in a few ways. Would you like to hear my solution?”
his eyes gain a shimmer, breath hitching in growing excitement
“you-” you coo quietly to him, sealing the panel and releasing his arm “went through all that trouble, messed with your core all because you wanted to fuck me properly, huh”
“I think the answers’ simple.” You brace yourself, hands landing on his knees as he shrinks under your smouldering gaze. You cast him from over your shoulder “Does this feel good, Zandik?”
he whimpers when you say his name, head hazy to your words feeling your pussy drool through the thin material
“If you hesitate, I stop.” he shakes his head and goes to sit up properly to grab your hips to encourage you to grind further, to show he's paying attention and eager for more of what you're willing to give
“dont you dare tease me like this” Omega licks his chapped lips “i have wanted this for so long”
“me too” you moan, twisting to capture his lips and lick your tongue into his open mouth "be nice, Zandik."
he nods, eyes narrowed and soft as he gazes up at you with want
you cuddle up to him, lifting briefly to change your position to face him, arms bracketing his shoulders and grinding down on his stiffened dick that weeps more of your attention, your shirt picked at and tossed away, pants shimmied off the both of you
Zandik breaks away, a line of spit stringing between your lips and smearing across your cheek grossly as he lathers pecks in a downward trajectory, nipping with his teeth softly in comparison to the harsh sucks at your pulse and wandering fingers seeking the sloppy mess of your underwear, tugging incessantly at the gusset and groaning when he hears a squelch from the sticky residue you're leaking from his needy touches
he pushes you back, leading you downward onto the metal slab and groping the fat on your chest.
his hot kisses leading him straight to your nipples, sucking the rigid flesh and hollowing his cheeks around it, earning your grip in his hair and tugging at the coarse strand making his eyes roll back ipat the pleasureable pinch of pain mixing in his enjoyment
spreading your legs wider in anticipation for his touch, Zandik trails his rough palm over your mound and circle his heel over your clit
the tantalising sounds ring blissfully throughout the steamy room and whining when you wriggle your hips when he slips the fabric to the side and dips his fingers in to feel the velvety folds
“Baby, hold still.” Slick coats his digits, one easily pumping into you without resistance while he slobbers needily over your tits, suckling and making them shine with his spit, painting them with a lewd shine
“I gotta-” he gulps “i gotta work you open first, or else it's gonna hurt”
you shake your head “no, i can take it”
“mmnnhn-” he whimpers at the thought of just going straight for it “nonono- i can't. I really can't! don't rush me-"
he protests, holding himself back and kneeling down to tongue your entrance to distract himself, sinking the one deep and grinding the heel of his palm in tune to your insistent rocking
"be nice" you remind him
"I am nice." he spits out in a rush, "this is me being nice!"
you pull his head back down to your chest and purr when he goes straight back, do it, thumb digging into your ribs and groping you, obsessed with the fat squished between the seems of his grip
“Mnph- y-you really think you're the only one wanting this?”
he chokes at your words, eyes crossing and lips pursed against your pussy lips, suckling feverishly “you- ahn, right there, Zandik- auuug,”
he prods in another finger and moans when that also sinks in without effort before tempting fate and working in a third to hear you groan
“fuck” he squeaks, fumbling with his undershorts to rid himself of that last layer
“guh- fuuuuhk! have you been stretching yourself for me?”
you nod, hooking your own hand beneath your knee to spread yourself wider so he can see himself fuck you with his fingers more clearly
the frothy liquid pooling onto the dip on the surface below as it trickles off his coiled palm and wrist
“You're soaking just from this.” he bites his lip, drawing prickles of blood to sprout from the pressure, hand slowing to go deeper and see the gush of come as he scissors his fingers experimentally
“I…” he waivers, mouth going dry seeing the eager grinding circles you make to pleasure yourself
“Zandik.” You coo out, grabbing one of his hands and intertwining them with a sultry look
the blue haired man trembles, lapping at the ambrosia and staining his face.
“auuuh-” your shoulders bunch leg kicking, cunt clamping down on his tongue as he devours you, that warmth turning in your core and building when you cave and looking like a dreamy thick cream coating him “Zan- dik!”
his eyes cross in bliss, digging his nose in further and lifting your hips up and nuzzling hopelessly in to work you through your orgasm
he smacks his lips when he finally pulls away with sweat coating his skin, cock hanging hard between his thighs while he crawls up your body, nipping and leaving marks
rubbing himself all over you, and sliding his oozing cockhead
“I've wanted you badly for so long, baby-” he keens, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth, thumb pressing your clit as his hips stutter as he sinks his engorged weepy tip past, kissing your entrance “ahn, feel that? it's all for you - made it for you too, you want it?”
“yeah” You mewl, needily rocking against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to try to get him to hurry up
“Finally” he cries out pathetically, a breathy crackle of a laugh teetering out as his other hand digs into your hip, and his chest presses hard into yours “Mn- finally you're all mine”
he ruts his own hips, thighs burning, savouring the velvety feel of nudging his dick and have your pussy lick and slobbering needily to suck him in
“You needed me too, right?” he asks into your ear, cheek squished against yours “to fuck you so good you won't need any of the others, ugh, you're too much-”
your wiry lover smothers you, Zandik's voice turning haughty at the switch in demeanour coming from you.
"I thought you said you could handle it?” he purrs, caging you in “I'm not stopping, mnm- not when you sound so so pretty for me, cry f'me, mn mn. c'mon, cry louder ”
his following tut of ‘huh, huh?’ prompting you to nod dumbly in response and open your mouth, tongue lolling to let him hear the debauched panting, fingers tangling into the short tufts of powdery hair and lean into his touch
“That's -Hnghh- That's it, baby.” slowly, he presses his hips forwards, eyes darting down to watch with intensity as he wedges the head between your folds, breath punched out in a low whine “juuuuust like that. you're so tight f'me baby”
he glances up to see you're also watching him enter you, prickles of tears glittering your lashline but your face is twisted into one of pleasure “you’re so fucking attractive too, baby- do you even need me to tell you that?”
he fucks up into you and sinks in fully in one swift motion absolutely destroying his composure. coming hard and stuffing you full.
His thighs tremble as he clutches you to his chest and falters. face heating up even worse than it was
“i-” he stutters “fuh- fuck” he whimpers pathetically at the white out “fuhk- mn sorry I couldnt- you felt so good.”
he keeps himself stuffed in your warmth, the grip so intoxicating and addictive.
You cup his cheeks and bring his face up to smash your lips to his and take advantage of his laxed state to drag your hands down to his hips to move his hips for him,
he cries are muffled, hiccuping from the overstimulation and fumbles for a minute before shakily moving again
your head tips back, Zandik licking down your neck to mouth at your breasts again, suckling the fat, his jerky thrusts delving into shallow pumping
“haaah hck- listen to you, so fucked dumb f'me” he giggles deliriously into your chest, bodies arching into eachother
“Nn- mn not stopping, we still have so much to catch up on.”
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Dottore Gamma Segment NSFW - Love an old man Dottore segment [1k short]
Enjoy Gammas' [The name used here for an Older Dottore] NSFW intro drabble and beginning headcanon. Also, Reader here, like in all my writings, gets the ability to switch what genitalia is there at any given time, and so can segments unless requested for.
“Now- theres no need to be so specific” Gamma grunts out, hand twisting incessantly into the sheets, his lashes screwed tightly together “He’s not here, so say it.”
“Mn-” you gasp out, teeth clenching when he backs up, the ball of his foot hooking around your thighs to bring you flush against his ass making him crone in bliss
“say it” he pants roughly
“Zandik.” You mutter loudly to his delight, his crimson eyes peeking back and spine arcing “Zandik you feel so good.”
“y-yeah?” he says rather muted now as he focuses on you slowly returning pace, content with pressing his face into the pillowy sheet and blankets bundled for his comfort
your hands fall back down to his hips and massage the worn down skin and tracing the blemishes and marks that mar it, then shift a touch lower to spread his ass cheeks to watch yourself sink in then out, dragging out a frothy ring of spit and cum
he's on his knees this time for you, perched atop of his unused bed for the first time in a while, knees aching and chest elevated by hugging the fabrics close- really hed done that so he can fuck his sensitive cock against the mound
“Shit- s'feels so good.” he shoves his face back down, shivering as the liquid overflows and drips down his balls and onto the surface. Reaching back, he grasps onto his your hand and tugs it to his mouth
you lean down to help him with his goal, a slow grind that nudges against his prostate so nicely. brushing the short curls from his shoulder and placing a wet collage of kisses as he shoves your digits into his mouth, lathering them with slick spit before finally dragging them to wrap round his dick and squeezing tightly around the chubby leaking head
“c'mon..” you glance up to meet his intense gaze “-fuck me like i'm young again.”
He does not recognise the age gap kink he unconsciously develops with you
[None of the segments do] but for him it's a more physical thing- His body is modified to reflect the physically older aspects of human life even if all it does is annoy him; aching bones, wobbly knees, saggy balls, lower Stamina, being more prone to drool over himself and you after getting lost in the sensations
then comes you, so much fitter than he is, spry and much more capable of manhandling him than he'd admit
It doesn't matter what you look like. He just knows it's better than his sorry withered state
he praises you for it still
“My beautiful lover, look at you, wanting to suck an
older mans’ dick” he grips the top of your head shakily to pop you off the weeping slit
“How disgusting that I want you stuffed.” he huffs, swiping the dribble from your bottom lip “would you like that? for me to give it to you?”
he's still not giving up his control over the situation to let you take over. No, for him, he has a focus on soft Dom-ing from the bottom
Fuck him good and he'll let you go until you tire of riding him, fingering him or sitting on his face
Fuck him mediocrely and he'll grumble, turn onto his side and grip you by the scruff of your neck until you do it better
“Keep going.” He growled out, teeth pierced intonhis lip as his finger tapped out a pattern for you to follow, leg arched only a touch higher on your hip “That's it, match it- you can do that much can’t you, sweet thing?”
Fuck him bad? well he hopes you're not that incompetent after all this time [and he hates weaponised incompetence so you better not be acting up.]
He'll take over, and he's heavy, so he has you pinned down breathless as the old machinery in his body clicks into place at the odd angle
he's also a lot less forgiving here so try your best to cum because once he's satisfied he's leaving you to deal with yourself if you don't
If you bring up his age kink he'll get somewhat flustered
“Right.” He breathes out almost dazed by your confession, his hand coming up to cover the bottom half of his face as he feels it warm “r-right…”
and begin overthinking it. To him, he thought it was just spur of the moment dirty talk that leaked into his speech
until he realises he's also getting increasingly aroused by the thought of you being into a half-dead dirty fuck like him
that he delves into taunting you about it in return for the wake up call
never call him fair when it comes to his petty nature showing its head
“You really had to go ahead and say that out loud” Gamma- no, Zandik growls out, hand on the small of your back as he ruts his cock deeper
“me? you're just as guilty of the thought” he pants "what is it about me that you find so attractive- hmn? you have all the others to pick and choose from, and you come to me.”
He says it so confidently because it's true. here you are pawing at the cushion of his favourite recliner, his cock pecking the insides of you with a fever uniquely his own
“Please-” you cry out weakly into your arm
“No.” he jerks his hip forwards, knocking your breath from your throat “speak up now, I have a much lower threshold for bullshitting.”
Which segment is next?
More Omega [Webttore] The Desperate finally gets to fuck you for the first time
More Gamma [Old man Dottore] More headcanons
More Mu [Monster Vessel Dottore] Soft Monsterfucker part 2
Delta [Caretaker Dottore] Drabble and Headcanon intro
Beta [The one in game] Drabble and Headcanon intro
Multiple segments [Based on Results] Drabble and Headcanons
Not a segment [Prime Dottore] Drabble and Headcanon intro
Voting ended onMay 12
10/5 Omega has won the poll by a landslide! [Here for Returnees]
12/5 Second place winner; Dottore [Here for Returnees]
The rest to come - Thank you for the feedback!
As Normal SFW and NSFW Requests are open! or even if you'd like to share [Heres a list of who I write for] and [Dottore masterlist]
[We are back on the Desperate Dottore Segments train. Omega- he has a fan base - so as a fan favourite, he's being let out again. Enjoy a quick Omega NSFW drabble and Headcanons for him. Don't be afraid to ask for any of the other suitors or segments]
[It's short and sweet, and I write all as Switches by default. Reader here, like in all my writings, get the ability to switch what genitalia is there. Usually a wheel is spun]
He doesn't usually find himself regretful for much in recent years. He was made for espionage and not really anything else. So when it came to discovering himself through disjointed fragments of memories, floating feelings of abandonment and greed and want.
he had nothing to hold him back - he didn't even really have a name,
He wasn't allowed Dottore. He certainly couldn't call himself Zandik in front of the numerous other pale haired, red eyed heretics that occupied the laboratory
‘Webtore’ was the closest thing for a while
Any sudden unexpected urges were taken care of swiftly - because who in the whole of Teyvat would care to give him a glance.
The masked man couldn't keep any lovers even if his [sex] life was on the line.
“You're too much, Zandik-”
“You're nothing like how I expected you'd be, Why do you…”
“Webtore? Seriously, that's your name? How exactly am I supposed to moan that?”
Oh, he was absolutely livid at that last one. Irritation started sinking into his late night escapades. His attendance to the gentlemen's club started dropping and his appearance at private clubs Beta had informed him of, a sick sense of pity instilled at the pathetic sight of the pink bowtied mess after another failed ‘courting’ attempt on his end
depravity fueled his endeavours, he became well known - and not as ‘Il Dottore, The second harbinger’ No. the slight differences in his appearance ensured his identity stayed semi anonymous- and the knowledge of the great doctors segmentation was not a known fact
and yet- it still wasn't what he wanted.
Disinterested with their grubby hands pawing at his sleek ironed grey suit, intrusive fingers palming and pinching at his tits- he sighs, bored out of his mind as he watches the person sat at his side get off so easily. he couldn't even muster up enough arousal to get his cock to twitch in his slacks
‘Its so boring.’ He can't help but think, red eyes darting back up into the overbearing crowd of unfamiliar faces 'They're all so-’
Then came along you.
The announcement from Prime of your descent - of your precious arrival to Teyvat. The meeting was to happen within the next few days. and yet he and the other segments were being left behind
So he did what he knew best. He snuck into the realms to be the first to meet you, and although the brat had bet him. He still got what he wanted.
He still remembers the sweet slick he licked off of your skin in the afternoon. How willing you were to let him kneel before you and suck your cock dry as he fisted his own. sure he had to deal with Prime being there too but he did get to keep your sweat and cum soaked washcloth
“You can only have them when I allow you to.” he’d said so cruelly, scooping you up for himself, kicking him away with the tip of his heel “Do know your place, Omega.”
He had huffed and puffed, retreating back to the labs without sinking himself into you- into anything, again. He spent the night with his eyes rolled back, fucking his fingers into himself while he shoved his nose into the filthy fabric that was used to clean you not even an hour ago
your scent was addicting, and he was easily becoming obsessed with it.
So he couldn't really believe he has you like this above him right now, his hands tied back and face flushed as he struggles to lift his upper half only to lose his breath when your hand press down on his stomach, putting your weight into pinning him down by his waist
He felt like he was going crazy as his eyes racked up and down your body, pathetic as he normally is- he still couldn't help but let out a muffled groan to try hide the rampant arousal, his dick flushed and leaking pre into his underwear like he's a prepubescent teen again
and if it weren't for this stupid muzzle you'd made him put on- he'd be more willing to respond like you’d want him to, like he knew you wanted him to
“Baby-” he coos again, this time putting more effort into the sickly sweet facade “Let me - just untie something, I swear I'll behave this time, promise!”
his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip when he feels you grind down on his still clothed cock, the thin material keeping him from your sweet pussy. His mouth waters at the sight.
“Nnn-” his brows furrow “wh-”
“You said that last time.” you stare down at the pastel haired man, leaning back to let him breath, drifting you fingers over the indents and marks left behind from him that litter the sweat laden skin of your thighs, hips and breasts. bitten and bruised and not one nick made by any of the others “You got me in trouble.”
Omega licks at his lips, half listening to your complaints “yeah- just send them to me after, I'll deal with it, Baby.”
“Omega, look at me” you tut, pressing at his muzzle. He huffs and jerks in your hold, hips rutting up “Omega.” You try again a touch louder
“huhm?” he drools over the metal bars, nose twitching with want, needing nothing more than to shove his tongue between the soggy mess between your legs. Rolling your eyes, you reach down and fist his short hair and tug his gaze upwards forcefully
"Zandik." You whisper, coming out both just as harsh as it was fond
“gh-” he winces “Ah-yes, yes, baby doll? I'm listening”
[Some] Kink Headcanon
Oral Fixation - Omega loves using his mouth - praise, degradation, and especially oral. He has a fixation on eating out a pretty pussy or suckling on a cock until he can wring out an orgasm without even using his hands
tounge fucking is his specialty
since his shark like teeth can often get in the way, learning how to manoeuvre his slick muscle in and out like a piston was his best bet of getting you prepped
Size Kink - He's not the tallest or widest person out there but the size of his cock definitely beats most of your partners
It's not natural with the way it hangs low when he stands over you, thicker than a cans diameter and a plush mushroom tip
He has to work his way into fucking you with it at its current size
however he's happy to fuck his cock between your lips, cunt or ass instead
“Look at that my Baby- how small you look when my Cock is gliding juuuust right.” He snickers at the flushed look on your face “you've gotten so wet from just humping me, sweet thing.”
Body Modification Headcanon
He, like the other segments, was initially made androgynous. and as such came his curiosity. He was hardly the first segment to be created, so he was able to receive modifications to his form rather easily
Gamma, being the lead surgeon, had already heard the requests for other segments and wordlessly followed through and provided Omega with what he wanted
He started off simple enough - The ‘Zandick Standard.’
But as the years went on, he became bored with it - not like he was engaging with anyone else to begin with
So he went back to Gamma
“Can you make it bigger” was followed by a disinterested eyeroll from the older segment before he was helped onto the medical slab
After the first mod- he found it a little addictive
“Can you give me a piercing?”
“Can you actually remove it? Give me a vagina instead - mn yeah, that one”
“Can you give me both? And!-”
Any time he thinks of something interesting, he can add and adjust. He goes straight to the segments medical team - they know more about his non-existent sex life than they ever wanted.
Segments start off with a flat panel where their genitalia would normally sit. and keep the panel to tuck themselves away if they so wish.
Sorry omega, I'm afraid the Dottore council has decreed- your ass is literally grounded. I'm sure prime will get you out... Maybe... Eventually.. you can have a headpat as a treat for now, also because now your head is very easily reachable. Pat pat
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"Eh, heh-" Omega preens at the attention. "No. Prime wouldn't save me, I bet he'd bury my head under more sand, but if it gets you to pay more attention to meeeee"
he grins you at you happily. "Then i'd gladdly do this again, ehe."
Delta stares down at the sad looking lump in the ground before glancing back up to you
'He's not wrong' he finger spells slowly for you. 'It's more likely he'd be left out here for the night if Prime did come around.'
"Ahem."
Delta and Gamma both look to see Beta step forward with a disgruntled look on the bottom half of his face, hand on his hip-
"- So this is where he's disappeared to." Beta grunts out with disappointment observing the scene, switching from Rerir to the buried Omega. "I can only assume it's Omegas' fault then for Projects Solnaris' contamination."
Rerir huffs at the brief acknowledgement before twisting in his beach chair and covering his face
Beta grimaces at the sight "Gamma. how bad did this set back his progress."
"Not by much," Gamma crosses his arms. "The environment here is surprisingly sterile, It seems Adepti abodes focus purely on mimicking environments rather than producing realistic constructions. It's as if this place is void of a microbiome. If he'd dragged project Solnari outside of the Zalpoyarny palace to transport him here, it would've been a different story"
'The water here is of a similar pure state.' Delta adds, communicating between the two much faster than he did with you, you could barely catch onto the words 'From what we've gathered, the only discernable difference here from a decontamination lab suite is the high light energy levels.'
"How interesting." Beta purses his lips, forefinger tapping his chin "even if this discovery is of interest, he still disobeyed orders and interacted with project Solnari without permission."
"Which is why i got Zeta to bury him" Gamma states "I'll let him out when I think he's learnt his lesson." he frowns as he watches you pet Omegas head again. "This is supposed to be punishment, you know, dear."
So, how *is* now no longer nude rerir solnari? You holding up good there buddy? Liking your new clothes? I'm sure we've got a lot around the teapot domain so if you don't like those ones we can fetch you some different ones
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“...You’re back.” Rerir grunts out somewhat disinterested. He still looks a bit lost “...Yeah its-... fine.” he turns his head away, leaning his cheek on his fist “The orange one found me some clothes, but most of them are too small"
he looks over to the side where the small group of segments are all gathered for the time being, hiding away from the eventual discovery of Prime or Beta
“Yeahhh, the guys like, almost twice the height of Prime, and apparently he's not even fully grown yet” Zeta says as he pats down the sand around Omega's head
“hes fully grown, Zeta, he's just not at full strength or has all his components.” Gamma corrects him staring smugly at the buried Omega before turning to face you “Deltas’ adjusting some clothes for Project Solnari, the abyssal energy coursing from him is rather extensive and seems to affect most inanimate things he makes contact with so for the time being Delta and I will keep him in this area since his presence began to erode the doctors room.”
“Doctor Baizhu kicked us out” Zeta pouted, moving to stare over at Rerir, then deciding to shuffle over “I was having fun going through his medical equipment and chemical shelves”
“He’s sooo interesting though, can't believe he'd not see an injured man!” he picks at the mans bandages, his eyes sparkling with curiousity when it loosens and a magenta slime strings off from it revealing the shifting miasma below a layer of dead flesh
“Oh please." Rerir groans under his breath flicking his hand off his forearm and leaning away “just fuck off and leave me alone.”
[He'll receive a shirt soon since theres not many people within the realm that are as tall or wide as 'Project Solnari'- aswell as the fact the abyssal corrosion is eating away at most clothes they give him.]
[Seperate from this- Everyones getting outfit sets [If you have an idea on fits feel free to send in them], and Serenitea pot areas [Same as the outfits, any particulare areas you'd like to see, Author can recreate it in the Teapot realm, if youre in the Europe server, I'm happy to let yall in to explore the sets] for their backgrounds- it seems like the Screen system is adapting to the Reader, and the world round them is rendering in better after a certain update]
Ft. Reader, Dottolings and Dottore [Gamma segment - Old!ttore]
Dottoling headcanons fic [Dottore Segments - 24]
Content warning. Crack turns serious for a moment, stalking and peeping [but its from the 'birds'], minor Gore, describing dead rotting bodies that have been left for a long time, mutilation of said bodies, vomiting, panic, predator and prey bird instincts and behaviour from the dottolings. Game mechanism used or described briefly, When there's one [1] Dottore segment present - they get to be called Dottore, theres comfort at the end
Inspiration? [Now Playing - Clones by The Yogscast, Sparkles]
Squishy, slimey, spherical.
if you had to choose three words to describe the Dottolings- that would be it - or at least the closest slightly respectivle terms. the three dust sprite looking creature with a beady red orb that stares at you from the corner, the rafters and most concerningly the vents.
it would be comical if it weren't a touch disturbing when they do it
peeping had been an issue with the creatures. always popping up at the least optimal time like while you finally get time to yourself in the croweded halls and get to sleep in your private quarters within the Zalpoyarny palace, an area you knew they weren't allowed access to but still snuck in to, wriggling their way under the covers or more disturbingly you see them find hidden corners in the bathroom to reside
they acted much like cats in that regard. the only thing that eases your discomfort.
stinky, squishy, slimey spherical cats with feathers, to be more specific.
you... don't know much about them, just that they hang ominously around the shadows, reminding you much of the movies you once watched. They even made the same cute squeaks when you pick them up and cart them along when you feel they're becoming tired darting around you
you even began affectionately calling them your little sprites.
The other segments had been wary. some out of scientific concern while the others are in jealousy. These creatures were not born for a purpose like they were, cut free from their restraints.
Rather, they appeared in an overwhelming amount one day to the oldest segments' annoyance in his previously damaged state.
“They're mutated rats.” Gamma had hissed slapping away one of the sprites the moment it tried to set its foot on the paperwork underhand. But it was too late. An inky smudge of an oil smeared across the page as it bounced away. The older segment growls in frustration “Get it out of here before I dissect it!”
you decide to evacuate the poor thing, saving it from his wrath.
wincing the whole time as it squirmed in your hold, spreading the liquid into the labcoat you don
“you know…” you mutter down to the creature, “while you are cute, you make me curious where you came from.”
it warbles a small chirp
“Is that right?” you say in response. It chirps a little louder
“cool.”
you can't understand it, but knowing who this thing likely came from, you knew it understood you to an extent.
days pass similarly being confined to the labs, Dottore held priority over your care for the time being while the harbingers continue their crusades across Teyvat. your safety somewhat ensured beneath the Second harbinger and his hoard of personalities.
you could've argued you were fine alone, even encouraged them to take some time for themselves, but your voice was overtaken by one, then another...
and then when you roll your eyes and huff, they act like kicked canines or grouchy felines, arguments erupting at the breakfast table and leading to you having to pick one to keep you company for the remainder of the day
they were disappointed you chose the Dottolings in the end.
They were wonderful guides, your Zalpoyarny Palace seelies. Exploration was treated like a game you're trying desperately to 100% with the 'living' directional compasses, while segments pass you in a rush having barely enough free time to take breaks, seeing as you'd elected the only freeloaders in the labs to occupy
They love acting as your guides. When segments disappear, they take their place proudly [strategically in beknowst to you], easing any sadness or dejection that sprinkles itself in your mind
they take notice of that dependance and capitalise on it
“hey!-” you laugh as they nip at your fingers, three of them hound you today, tugging at your clothes and dragging you to the next spot. They're cute, climbing over each other like a pile of hermit crabs in a bucket.
“Alright alright!” A joyful yelp leaves you “I'm following the leader! What new thing did you find? because - gck-”
you gag retroactively,at the sudden onslaught of stench that assaults you head on.
immediately you freeze up when they nudge the door wider. One you pass by daily - maybe even hourly on good days. The sight has you stunned in abject horror.
“Dot-” your gag reflex stops you from speaking, a small spurt of acid rises, coating your mouth with stinging needles, you manage to uncomfortably swallow that back down while stumbling away, it drags a sour, foul taste but its nothing compared to the stench of rot
“...Dottore?”
silence.
there face down - or what you think is face down, with how decrepit it all looked, not being able to tell his protruding spine to ribs, revealing muscles torn away with flesh strewn around. Dottore was laid prone, skull craked, brain spilling over in a mushy film that's coloured black and a neon blue, a damp toxic plume circling his body.
it was cartoonish the way his false skin was warped, tightly wrapped around metalic and ivory bones, and made him seem hollowed. gutted.
His hair is frayed and burnt. that beautiful powdered blue was now reduced to an ashy sickly gray, translucent as the synthetic wire appeared drained.
your breath shudders when your eyes flicker backwards into the darkened room, revealing another limp desecration of the doctor strung up like a poorly butchered pig.
...another was strewn in a mass of detached limbs in a similar putrid state to the first.
‘Segments.’ You whimper ‘just- spare segments. it has to be.’
You clear your throat “Dottore.” You try again, but he didn't move.
There's no breeze in this locked chilled cellar, no static spark coming from the rat bitten wires stringing out of their stomachs.
Taking a step forward, there's still no response from any of them.
“Zandik!” You yell out scared, scrambling for a response, scrambling for the exit - for anything to wake you up
'It's a dream' hyperventilating made it all the more worse, making you cough out saliva, choking on your breath
the sprites squeak in response, making you jump and remember their presence. All three of them stare up into your widened, terrified eyes, unblinking and uncaring for the disturbing sight themselves
“why…” The smell starts to get to you, you gag again, lifting your sleeve against your face.
“-Urk-”
the fabric is wet, the oil getting on your face and worsening the feelings your experiencing having the life drain out of your face when you watch the sprites tottle up to the corpses and start rolling in the brain matter, climbing over the body and nipping their way beneath the segments skin
you rip your sleeve away from your face, turn your head, and barf onto the floor. You couldn't even care to try arc it away from yourself, legs trembling as it splashes, coating your shoes and the cuffs of your pants
“Gh-” you noisily cry, snot coming out of your face and tears streaming from the pain of throwing up so violently and the rapid breaths you're trying to inhale between gasps of air
you stumble back from one of the Sprites as it waddles up to you, a solemn chirp as its eye shines in the low light, curious of your reaction. it pecks dembly at the chunks at your feet
“hck- snnh” you look back at the segments through bleary eyes
“hrk, I told you stupid rats not to-” your head snaps to the entry; Gamma looks startled seeing you there, a hand lifted over his mouth as he blindly pats the wall for the light switch
he looks between your trembling form, the limp segments, then finally to the vomit slowly spreading at your feet where the sprite continues grazing
Dottore clicks his tongue, pushing open the door further and quickly making his way in, ensuring to pull up his surgical mask when he catches sight of the level of decay on the bodies
the closer he gets to both you and the corpses, the more upset he appears
“Darling.” Dottore says lowly, taking you by the arm stoically, obviously not wanting to have you collapse in your mess “Let's relocate you to a better room.”
“wh-” you try to glance at the corpse but he turns your head with his other hand forcefully. The gaggle of dottolings chirp in protest, runn8ng over to headbutt into Dottores’ leg
“Don't.” he warns.
“are they…”
“It's not Omega, Beta- no one you know.” he hushes you, leading you away "Don't think about it. you’ve never met them. They're nothing.”
“Thats' you” you protest. "They're all you - how can i just ignore that."
“They're failures.”
the Sprites chirp louder
“Shut up!” he barks, already annoyed at the three “You knew not to bring them here.”
“-why do you have corpses just lying around! I'd like to think i knew all of your habits by now-” You utter horrified, almost tripping over one of the sprites as they run underneath your feet “you wouldn't... waste them. but you knew about them a-and left them here to rot Dottore-”
“They're...” Dottore rolls his eyes, irritation glimering in his gaze as he shifts between you, the segments, and the room. "we can speak when I get you out of here."
"but-"
he reaches and grasps your forearm a little tighter, tugging you from your stupour.
"Quiet." You shut your mouth instinctively. "I need to get you out of this-" he grimaces at the sprites. "This gravesite."
Dottore wrings out the cloth and dabs at your flushed cheeks, knees brought up, and your arms wrapped around them. you felt hollow but allowed him to continue his pampering. eyes locked on the seperate basin where the three mutants bathe, the water soiled as that oily substantce pools over the waters surface, small chunks of fleshy bits coming away from their feathers.
you flinch when the cloth slaps on top of your head, your attention moving back to the older man
"You should stop following those three around." he insists, "they'll do nothing but turn you upside down"
"...I gave them kisses," your head dips low, voice week when you hear them chirp. "I cuddled them, let them roll around our bed -"
"I just told you not to think on it." he sighs harshly, interrupting you by tugging at your ear "and i did warn you not to have them so close"
"-you didn't tell me they were rolling around in blood and guts!" You exclaim, the movement jostles you making your head twist
"The material they're coated in is not detrimental to your health even if you did consume it in excess, i recon it would be beneficial, actually." He protests to your horror
Dottore rolls his eyes at your expression, his mask discarded to the side for the time being.
"we wouldn't permit them to your presence if we deemed them a hazard. we aren't made of naturally biodegradable material, mostly." he admits flatly to you. "You're aware of the life Elixir our creator had made, correct? at most, you might have just injested a trace amount of that mixed with some machine oil and lubricant."
you move to scrubbing at your nails as Dottore carts his fingers diligently through your hair, the scentless soap lathering into your scalp
a chirp cuts through the quiet. your eyes flicker up to catch onto the birds who stare over the edge of their tub at you.
"Leave 'em alone," Dottore grumbles below his breath, pressing his finger own on their tiny bodies and pushing their heads under the water
"Who were they?" You pipe up softly
his expression becomes irked
"Segments."
you stare at him flatly making him sigh and release the bird from drowning them. they hack up water when they float back up, a flurry of angered chirps erupting from the as they attempt to climb the edge and attack the blue haired man
"Would you believe it if i said they're one in the same?" your brows furrow looking between the two.
"Beta failed in erasing us fully as you well know." he gestures to himself. "Those that he did - well, it wasn't too hard to recoup their memory chips."
they tumble over the edge and plop into your bath one by one, thankfully rid of most of the fillth, flapping their wings and swimming toward you. you cup your hands and let them climb on to shake off their feathers
they crone happily, fluffing up and settling into your palm as if they belong there
"The chips were irreparably damaged." he comments. "I personally deemed them defunct, but they still retained some uses. The child made it his project to fashion them these forms. he has a penchat to the wildlife with terrariums, and that sort"
"Zeta made them?" You hold them up
"Yes," he then winces. "although Beta took over when he found out about them as he stole the bases from his room. both were rather upset."
"theres like-" You pause to count in your head "twelve of them though."
"Because there's twelve segments that've since perished since our creation."
Dottore leans back, reaching grab himself a hand towel and then laying it on his lap to pluck one of the three from your grasp. "It's just unfortunate you decided to follow these ones today. they've become awfully adamnt for attention since your arrival"
"So?" You try nudge him for more. "Do they have names?"
"These three were 45." he gently smothers the one with the singular feather protruding from its crown that's sat in his lap with the towel, drying it off with a disgruntled peep "-65-" he looks to the one with two "-and 18."
they wiggle when their numeric designations are called
"No greek- uh, Enkanomiyan titles? why were they just..."
"Names are for someone with fate," he says bluntly and uncaring. "To further separate us from our birthed existence, Zandik had given us numbers. our 'ages' as names" he shrugs "to put it easily he used it to dehumanise us. make him feel better about himself, more original"
he doesn't seem to care, whether it's from the fact he has a name now-
"...Do they have nicknames?" You question
"they do," he continues tentatively, "but they no longer respond to them. Like i said, their memory is fractured, to say the least."
"...and the bodies?"
"they like feeling whole." he says absently, blowing a loose strand of graying hair from his field of vision. "we weren't built for... domestication. it took a while for the rest of us to recoup on our own, and while Prime eventually located the remaining defunct segments, many of us were isolated and stranded for a while wandering"
he drops 45 onto the floor and reaches for the next as it pecks at his boot at the rough treatment
He's much more friendly to 65, thumb and pointer softly spreading its pin feathers and easing the stuck crust in between before going the dry the creature
"Prime fixed the child first... he doesn't leave the labs as is and well-" he laughs humourlessly. "He seems to have gotten quite attached to his idea of family. Zeta spent the idle time as the rest of us were being rewired to make them whole again unsupervised"
you sit up, leaning over the edge to grab at the other end of the towel to dry off the last of the dottolings
"You say that as if you also don't see Zeta as your kid," you mention off-hand
he splutters "preposterous." he says aghast. "i have no idea what you mean by that notion, I'm far too old for that nonsense."
you lift 18 to your face and jiggle it in front of his face. "Grandpapa then."
"You obviously haven't learnt anything." he snatches it from your hands and drops it onto the floor with the other two, then reaches toward you. "Hurry out of the bath. You'll catch a cold and die like those mistakes."
[Rest in pieces to these three in particular - they and the other dead segments will make appearances later down the track. Asks are Open - for Headcanons or art]
