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oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
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Andulka

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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An alternative version of me and my bestie:
Dottore
crow anon again .. do u think u could maybe write a saku x reader where both him n reader r just inexperienced pathetic freaks and r trying to make out for the first time in their lives .. nd like at the end they get busted by rintaro && shohei .. 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
a.n: my FIFTH attempt to post this because Tumblr doesn't want me to add any images. I hate Tumblr. I don't know how to write a make out scene. Not proofread.
In which: You and Saku attempt to kiss without laughing or making it awkward, someone else makes it awkward for you two instead.
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"who set this system up?" You groaned into your hands, threatening to have the second breakdown of the last twenty minutes. Saku glanced at your way from the other side of the table, taking your math book and turning it towards himself to check the question.
"It's really similar to the one you did on the other page." He pushed the book back at you. Watching your hands tighten in your hair as you tried to stay sane. You took them out of your hair, taking in a deep shaky breath to calm yourself. Before you knew it, someone shifted. Saku sat beside you on the floor, taking your pencil and starting to solve the question as he explained it verbally at the same time.
You listened to him explain the parts you didn't understand, then with a gasp, you took the pencil back quickly. "Wait, wait, wait– I get it." You solved the rest of the question with ease, placing the pencil back down as you found the right answer.
Saku watched your face as you let out a sigh, he raised a brow. "You can do it yourself after all." He mumbled. You had drifted your gaze away, nodding. "Obviously I can."
Suddenly you two felt too close, There was an awkward silennce for a few seconds, you just tapping the pen and Saku staring at the book infront of you. And when you glanced at his way, your eyes met, because he was already looking at you.
Both of your faces went red, heat creeping up to your necks. You let out a laugh you failed to hold back, wanting to bury yourself in his bedroom floor. You could swear you saw Saku's lip twitch to an embarrassed smile. He ran his hand through his face. You sat back up trying to control your flushed smiling, turning to him. Trying to mutter through your giggles. "Okay, okay I'm sorry, that was awkward."
He let out a shaky laugh, the tension in his shoulders loosening. He pushed the math book away like he wanted to give just two of you space. "It's fine." He muttered out, yet the blush on his neck didn't go away. He finally met your gaze, the way that you tried to hold in your laugh, lips twitching up, failing to stay in your place like an energetic kid. He could watch it for an eternity. He didn't even realize he started to lean into your presence, like he was scared, trying to test your waters. But he couldn't hold back from not trying.
The second you noticed him hesitating to lean in, you mirrored his movement. Because how could he look so pretty and you would fight back that?
Your noses brushed each other, and you couldn't take it anymore, burying your face into his shoulder as you started to laugh again from how awkward this was. But that's what made it feel safe, made it feel natural. You could swear that you heard saku chuckle too. His hand went to your back to steady you on the floor.
His other hand went to your neck, brushing against your jaw as he tilted your face away from his shoulder. You met his gaze, and for once, you saw him relaxed. He wasn't trying to be quiet, he wasn't trying to be anything. He was just himself.
Your lips met at first as if it was a test, trying to check if this was the moment. Then another one where his lips met yours, short but gentle. Like a reassurance that made every single dread in you fade away. Your arms went to his shoulders, holding onto him to ground yourself with the fact that this was real.
Your lips stayed on his longer than necessary, he exhaled into your skin, forehead pressing to yours as you two just stayed like that. Breathing ragged against each other.
"I don't know what I'm doing." Saku admitted quietly, his eyes stayed on your lips like it was the oxygen he desperately needed.
You let out a huff of breath, shaking your head. "Me neither." Before you cupped his cheeks, tilting his head to find his lips again. Sealing them together like you wanted to steal every breath he took. He melted into you, bodies so close that you two didn't even realize your breathings started to match. Both of you pulled apart to breathe, trying to catch your breaths. When he looked up, he had a warm smile on his lips. Like he was happy and and done with whatever this was, like he could have this all his life and he would be perfectly fine with it.
Before you could chuckle again, his lips caught yours, muffling down your giggle. God, he wanted to hear it again, again, and again.
Then, Saku stilled like he just got shot. His shoulders jolting away. The door shut back close as fast as it got opened.
"OH-" Rintaro yelped, almost falling inside the room as he shut the door as fast as possible. Making the whole bedroom shake. And then the most high pitched boyish scream came from the other side, Shohei.
"Saku we are SO sorry." Rintaro pleaded, his voice shaking like he knew he was going to get killed by him for this. You never saw Saku like this before, his hands reluncuatly leaving you, getting up from the floor and opening the door. He couldn't even meet them in the eyes, yet it was enough to show that he was holding back.
"Get. Out."
Saku wasn't a person that would get mad at their friends. Sure, he wasn't the most affectionate person either, but he cared. He cared so much about others. And now from his tone, it was clear that he was begging and trying to hold in a breakdown.
You never saw Shohei and the 1.90 boy leave so scared. Rintaro immidiatly pulling Shohei out of his way as they went down the stairs.
Saku slowly turned towards you, his hand that held the door knob falling beside him. Like he was asking the universe why would it ruin his moment. He let out a deep exhale.
You looked up at him from the floor, noticing his embarrassment and flood of other emotions, you changed the topic despite being as embarrassed as him.
"Are we continuing or...?"
Saku shut the door faster than Rintaro did.
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how it feels to read self insert/xreader fics of any media that follow the canon plot line
Goodbye, Zandik…
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Today is a very special day.
Although the segments have no need of a birthday celebration—nor do they care enough to do much—you have prepared a gift for each of them. But the real star of the show, Zandik himself, has yet to wake. Even so, the lab is abuzz with motion. Eighteen is reading through old funding records, Forty-five is sorting through various herbs imported from Sumeru, and Thirty-five (or Omega, as Zandik calls him) is working on another vial of the Elixir of Immortality.
It’s interesting to watch them work. They hardly ever talk. All communication is done in the hivemind. Sometimes you wish you could listen in on their conversations. Based on their responses to each other, you can gather that Eighteen has done something awful to Eight, Forty-five is wanting to ask about being removed from errand duty, and something must have happened between Sixty-five and Omega.
Speaking of Omega, he’s now gliding towards you with his usual smirk, one hand up in the air as a motionless wave. He joins you on the couch, sitting cross legged.
“Hello, Thirty-five,” you greet him lightly, using his “professional” name rather than his given one. He must be in a good mood today, because he lifts one of your hands and raises it to his lips, pressing a gentlemanly kiss onto it. You giggle shyly, letting him hold your hand for a minute more before settling it back on your lap.
“There’s no need to be so formal,” he purrs, “I trust you know what today is?”
You nod. This is, really, the one thing that all Zandiks share. Sure, they all come from the same specimen, but is it really the “same” if they all act so differently? They’re more like brothers than they are segments. They tease and fight and bully, but at the end of the day they are coworkers, and they have to forgive.
“I, that is, the original “me”, should be waking up any minute now,” Omega moves closer, testing the waters. You tense slightly, unsure if any other segment is watching. They must be. Wherever Omega is, they follow. Partly because he’s the strongest of the lot, and also because leaving him alone for extended periods of time never ends well.
“I-I should probably go,” you manage, face warm with bloodrush. You wiggle out from under Thirty-five and skip out of the main lab. You don’t dare look back to see if anyone is still watching you. Someone in here, the original Zandik is waiting. Or sleeping. It could be any of the two. Ever since he made the segments, he’s had quite a bit more time on his hands, most of which is spent sleeping in. Not that the segments mind all that much. They have no need for sleep.
Tap.
The echo of something sharp against the marble floors resonates across the hallway. You perk up, listening intently.
Tap. Tap.
You follow the sound, narrowly avoiding crashing into Eight, who blinks up at you and mutters a tiny greeting. Turning left one last time, you find yourself in the “Segment Creation and Preparations Lab”. Zandik, the original one, stands in front of one of the incubation tubes, bubbles of teal liquid popping in and out of existence inside. He leans on his cane, adjusting the temperature of the substance within. A stack of red papers are tucked under his arm.
“My love,” you call, “how are you?” Zandik turns, watching you hop over to stand next to him.
“Tired,” he complains, “my chest has been aching as of late. Perhaps I’ll have Sixty-five inspect me.” You murmur an agreement, linking your arm with his.
“What are you doing in here? I thought you were through with making segments.” You gesture to the incubation chamber. The last time you were here, it was to welcome a very wet, very confused Sixty-five into the world.
“I am,” he assures, “I am just reminiscing.” You nod in understanding, staring at the tube. You’ve watched each segment walk out of here, damp with fluid, covered with a towel, and stumbling over their still numb legs. Perhaps one day, another segment will be nurtured inside, floating serenely around in the heating liquid. You can easily imagine Omega creating a new one.
“Come on, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I want you to see the cake I got you.” You tug on him and he turns towards you with a grunt of reluctance. As you turn, Eighteen walks in, beelining for a test tube rack on one of the desks. “I almost forgot! Happy eighty-fifth birthday, Zan—“ he nearly brings you down with him, careening backwards into the floor. His papers scatter across the ground, like pools of blood flowing from his head. He tries to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled growl.
“The original!” Eighteen cries.
“Zandik!” You scream, kneeling down to look at him. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, dry gasps bringing in tiny bursts of air. He’s shaking too, maybe seizing.
Omega is the first in the room, walking towards the original without a care in the world. The others gather quickly, surrounding him like vultures, curious and eager.
“Omega,” you desperately grab the segment, “I was going to take him to the kitchens to see his cake and he just collapsed! I think he’s having a heart attack, or some sort of stroke! Do something!” The segment seems wholly unbothered, circling slowly, his gait relaxed and smooth. You feel an aching in your stomach. Why is nobody doing anything? Why isn’t Omega answering you? Why are they just letting Zandik suffer?
“Forty-five,” you plead, turning towards him. Isn’t he supposed to be the most “doctorly” of them all? The segment just stares at Omega. “One of you, anybody! Do something!”
Omega stops. He turns to you, smiling breezily as if Zandik isn’t heaving and choking on the floor beside him. You feel a shiver of hope as Thirty-five opens his mouth.
“Sixty-five, why don’t you take our beloved back to her room. She’s had a very, very long day, hasn’t she?”
“What?” You cry, frozen in place. Sixty-five pins your hands behind you, his grip powerful and firm. “No! No, no! Can’t you see? He’s suffering! Help him, help Zandik!” You fight against the segment’s grip, trying to get back to your lover’s side. Sixty-five doesn’t even flinch. You scream, helpless. On the ground, Zandik’s movements grow weaker. “Omega! Do something!” Omega just waves, smiling.
Sixty-five drags you, motionless, back to your room. Tears are streaming down your face, but you don’t have the energy to make noise. All that comes out are dry, desperate sobs. The older segment opens your door, gently dropping you onto the bed before shutting the door. Instantly, you jump up, rattling the doorknob. Nothing. It doesn’t turn an inch. He must have locked it from the outside. You pace, still crying, before shakily sitting down on your bed. You feel distant, like all of today has just been a dream, but your wrists ache from where Sixty-five grabbed them, and your eyes are stinging with tears.
The room is completely silent, the inside of the walls are padded with soundproof insulation. It’s impossible to know what’s happening outside. You don’t know if the silence is worse than whatever is happening to Zandik right now. Exhausted, you settle into bed, fresh tears staining the pillowcase. Sleeping seems like the only acceptable option. It’s not like you can do much else. You cuddle up to your pillow, tucking yourself in. If you close your eyes and think hard enough, you can almost pretend that you’re sleeping on Zandik, but the pillow is far too soft and puffy. It’s more like sleeping on Twenty-five, but you don’t want to think about any of the segments right now.
Maybe it’s best not to pretend.
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Watching from the corner of the room as Zandik’s segments dissect him. You felt disgusted by their behavior, but you can’t bring yourself to leave.
You were barely given a minute to mourn before the segments were dragging away your lover’s body, your own aged frame trembling from the grief you felt, but you also understood them.
They were all Zandik too, at one point in his life, and as you had lived beside him, you understood the kind of man he was. The original would have done the same, and he had, to the failures anyway.
So now, you found yourself crying at Zandik’s desk, listening to the segments mumble to one another as they tore your husband open.
Omega Dottore and Nahida doing the gnosis transaction and when Nahida asks him to delete all his segments, he asks if he can keep the 8 year old segment because that kid has been claimed by his wife as her baby and she will not be losing that segment over her dead body and Nahida says okay fine cause she is not taking a child away from a mother (Even if that child is a dottore segment)
What its like dating the Second Harbinger (Through his eyes)
Part one
Synopsis - Love? Such an odd concept. Caring for oneself? Such a waste of time...curiously enough...This woman has completely changed my view on such things
Tags - OOC Dottore/ First person Dottores pov/ Dottore doesn't take care of himself/ Hes smitten yall/ He loves this woman/ Lowkey a simp/Suggestive/ Talk of sex/ No graphic sex/ I love him with all my heart.
Eli note! Ah my birthday is May 29th! I've made way too many posts about that on my Hazbin blog, but I'm excited! Might post a little genshin thing for my birthday. Not sure with who though...I think I've been giving Dottore lots of attention (he deserves it tho)
Loving another person is an extraordinarily inconvenient phenomenon.
Objectively speaking.
Attachment compromises judgment. It alters priorities, weakens objectivity, introduces irrationality into otherwise efficient thought processes. History itself repeatedly demonstrates the catastrophic consequences of emotional interference.
Which is precisely why I had never intended to experience it myself.
Unfortunately, intention has proven largely irrelevant where she is concerned.
I NEED THAT ZANDIHHH SO BAD PLSSSS
"Did you kill him?" You appear behind the thirty-five year old Segment one day, tone oddly serious and firm despite the slight tremble in your voice. Omega studies you for a moment before one of his usual smiles curls on his face, as he turns to give you his attention.
"Well, you're going to need to be a bit more specific than that, darling. Who exactly do you believe met their end by my hands?"
"Zandik. The original Zandik, Omega." Your gaze is hard and cold, and yet the Segment just shakes his head and lets out a sigh.
"As I said before, the original 'me' died of-"
"You said that Zandik died by himself. Natural causes. Old age. I believed you. I had no reason not to, and your reasoning was sound, as disheartening as it was," you bitterly finished the sentence. In the beginning, when you had finally woken up from centuries-long rest, it was hard to accept that your Zandik, the original, had long since died. However, you had at least had some peace with the Segments he had left behind. They had treated you with care and respect. You could sense a bit of Zandik within each of them, and you grew to love them. But now...
"You didn't say that you watched him plead for help. You didn't say you could have saved him. You didn't say that you... watched him die."
"And how exactly did you come to this conclusion?" The Segment's hands are calmly folded behind his back as he observes you.
"I saw it, Omega." At that statement, the Segment's smile slightly fell, and it seemed like he was starting to understand what you were getting at. It appeared you had pried into something that was never meant for your eyes. "I saw what you did to Zandik."
(╥﹏╥) My Dottore art, I made it just a week before the news… he will come back I know it.
contains: hurt/little comfort, character death | based off 6.6 spoilers | 1.7k wc
There was little to do in the hour left you had to mourn. To mourn the life that was destined to end, were it not for fate then it most certainty would’ve been nature itself. This had to be fate playing a cruel hand to you and your lover. The one who’s bedside you sat besides, much older and frailer than you remember. Zandik, the only love of your life, the one you would’ve been laying with were it not for his insistence on your life to extend past that of his own. You, ageless and forever in your prime. You once stood together like that, in the prime of both of your lives. Oh, just where had the time gone? It felt like only yesterday you two were mapping out the laboratory granted to Zandik- or rather, Dottore as a Fatui Harbinger. If only time had been kinder, then maybe your partner wouldn’t be breathing as if he was expected to rather than with ease. The decline began when the back aches began. These weren’t the usual pains Dottore would feel when stretching after a long night spent filing paperwork away, researching, and working at his desk. No, this pain was lasting. A gentle reminder for him to take care of his health better; you lectured him until he’d eventually come to rest with you. You seemed more aware of his health than he ever was, almost ironic considering he was supposed to be the doctor here. He was fifty years old at that point. Plenty of time for Dottore to consider his health seriously.
“It’s rather late, don’t you think? I’m quite tired myself.” As if you were the harbinger himself, you simply waltzed inside at some point. If you had just arrived, he wouldn’t have known, as his work kept his attention occupied to the point of extreme focus. Most of the work given could only be oversaw by The Doctor himself. The paperwork that covered his desk spoke enough in its own sheer volume.
“Which begs the question as to why you are here yourself, my dear.” Your retort came quickly, as expected of someone of your diligence. “Don’t turn this around on me, Zandik. I expect you to be in bed at least twice a week.” The faintest sound of a hum emitted from the Harbinger. “You would rather have me tonight than tomorrow?” Never had he outright declined you regarding this arrangement you had set for the two of you. It had begun as more of a compromise, now it had turned into its own rule. Your approach came from behind, arms wrapped around his neck as if to pull him into a rest just with your touch alone. If only you’d stay like this for a bit longer, he quite liked the feeling.
It wasn’t long before the Doctor would be in bed with you.
Now, was seeing Zandik with gray hairs common? Of course, he was often stressed due to his responsibilities as a Harbinger. It was no surprise to you or him, it was however a notable sight to see his light locks begin turning less blue and more muted. You acknowledged then exactly what it told, it was his age showing. After decades, it seems his age was becoming more obvious by the years that passed in handful. Neither of you lamented on this, it would be unnecessarily consuming for the time you two had left.
Initially you had been insistent on aging on with him. It felt disturbing to know your beloved Zandik was going to eventually leave you sooner rather than later. The endless march of death seemed more of a bother than an inevitability, you would’ve been just fine to die right with him. As sad as it may sound, you did not have anyone but him. Zandik, likewise, had nobody else other than you. Though Pantalone was a good friend, his closest, there was only one person like you who fit into the slot of his organic heart.
You two only had each other, which worked now and especially back in the akademiya. To lose him would be losing a part of yourself you had never learned to let go, regardless of his actions and deeds you never once planned to abandon him. Yet now you were faced with the difficult decision of needing to live on for him. Eventually you would find the will to live on for yourself, but that would take a while, maybe forever if you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge your own pains.
It was within your best interest to focus on other matters that would not cause you stress or headaches. Omega had said, almost insisted really, while attempting to console you. You chose to not bring the topic up to him thereafter.
The sight of Zandik, now so frail, so utterly aged. He looked too human to resemble the monster his village swore him to be, laid like this. Eighty years old, much older now. He didn’t quite resemble the Doctor you knew, it almost seemed as if that rigid scholar you knew back in the akademiya had returned in a way, though not with the energy and youth. It was more so his overall behavior.
He was far less reserved with his mannerism, though he needed assistance to get around now, which you happily aided him in. There was a light that wasn’t there before, a flickering one at that, still there, nonetheless. When he began using a wheelchair was when you’d take him on walks throughout the lab or around Zapolyarny Palace. Those walks were nice, you’d like to think he enjoyed them as much as you did. Though you weren’t quite sure he enjoyed the walks for himself, he seemed to always be looking your way. As if there was a view he just couldn’t miss, not even for the dimming world around him.
You, ever unchanging even after so many years. Even if you had chosen to leave this world alongside him, the odds of you changing then were almost close to none. You truly were a constant, the variable he never foresaw. A variable he’d never trade not even for the world.
“I think it’s time we head to your room. I’ll have Eta visit you later, he has a lot of drawings to show you.” Though he didn’t respond, he nodded his head at your words. A smile dawned your expression at that, you needn’t for a response anyway.
Then came the day you had to say goodbye to Zandik, for the last time.
His health began to rapidly decline around a year ago, the segments showed no outward care for the old man’s health, only the status of his being. While you did adore the segments, you couldn’t help but feel a certain type of way at their apathy. It was almost staggering how little they did for Zandik, their own creator, in his time of need. Your spouse was dying, yet not even the versions of himself could bring themselves to care unless there was a new change to observe.
Truly, you loved them. You really did, but right now it was hard to bring yourself around them, especially the younger segments. They were less reserved than their older counterparts, which made their crude comments all the more hurtful. While their efforts to keep quiet when you were around were appreciated, it was blatantly obvious when the room would fall silent when you entered that they were talking about him. Just what plans did they have for his body after he was gone? Did they even care enough to think about that? The thought of burying Zandik made you feel nauseous. Could you even bring yourself to remove his body?
Those thoughts rummaged through your head, burying themselves within the deepest cracks of your mind, all while you walked beside Omega. Your distress may have been too prevalent throughout your walk to Zandik’s room, you really couldn’t hide your pain anymore.
“The option to turn back now would bear no consequences, I will have you aware, █████.” Neither of you stopped, simply slowed the pace of which you walked. His tone was as easy as his words, which sounded far too hard for you to even consider. Much less think about, just how could he say such a thing? “His conscious is hardly there.” “Even so, Zandik still needs me, Omega.” Nothing changed in the segment's expression, his face as unreadable as his intention. Loyalty was a trait of which you wore like a badge and extended to those you cared for so eagerly. Your loyalty or care was not a question. “If that is your decision, my dear.”
Now you were here, by his side as you always had been. He wasn’t awake, he needed as much rest as possible these days. Though he was not awake or could hear your words, his hearing was also one of the many things his decline had tainted, you still spoke. “It’s just... not fair.” then it began, the downpour of your emotions rushing in all at once, like a crashing current forcing you to let it out. The heat to your face and blurring of your eyes were overwhelming, as was the breaking of your heart. Taking ahold of his hand felt nice, despite how brittle and unfamiliar they were now. His hands were the only ones you would ever want to feel in the palm of your own. “...I'm sorry, I’m so sorry-” Apologies came as if they were owed and, in a way, they were, just not from you.
There would be no goodbyes left unsaid. Stories came so naturally through broken cords. The squeezes to his hand were the most you could do to let him know even in his rest that you were here, that you would not leave his side until it was necessary. If only the world had been kinder, then maybe you two would have been happier. The future had never looked so bleak until now.
Unfortunately, by the time you’d return to his room by morning to see him, just one more time. Omega would have already told you he was gone.
wow wtf is hoyo doing really?
i want to say it feels like a fanfiction but i've read so many fics ten times better than this bs they are doing rn
«I don't hate you»
Me right before 6.6 drops. I'm trying so hard not to look at story leaks but some of what I have seen....
the night after the 6.6 livestream i dreamed that this was the final cutscene of the archon quest
✦ Even if fate was altered, or the Irminsul burned, a certain child will never forget…