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sugusshi · 3 months

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… hello again…

I keep forgetting about this app lmao but I hope you’re all doing well 🖤

#I keep trying to make a comeback #but too much stuff is going on in my life #one day soon hopefully!!!#miss y’all!

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sugusshi · 5 months

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Mayhaps… I shall be back soon(ish) 🥹

I miss y’all and reading the stuff here so I finally redownloaded the app to try to get back into the groove ;-;

#no tags rn cause im eepy #I hope you’ve all been doing well!!

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sugusshi · 1 year

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PERMANENT TAGLIST: @rxmera @roczdust @crybaby-mv @imaginationmess @rositabluemoon @cuteshunnybunny @dottores @hijackser @softashoney @minoozi @softbajis @blkladyelle @suyacho @mistymuichirou

If you were tagged and wish to be untagged, please let me know so I can untag you! Thank you!

┄ TWO SUGARDADDIES

Part 28 of “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

MASTERLIST | previous — CURRENT — next

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➥ EXTRAS:

Even Ran is too much for the other simps to handle *sigh* (aka he's just more vocal about it and Rin is thisssss close to smacking him)

YN finally has a new job with lots of benefits!! As bestie said, rich boy has deep pockets

Koko and Inuti are already fitting right in with how nosey they are too

Closing comment, Kakucho is best boy always <3

As always, feel free to tell me what you think in the comments or in my ask box ♡

➥ author’s note: aha... next update got some drama yet again so enjoy the silly in this chapter while it lasts. Like I said in a post a bit ago, my mental state hasn't been doing the best lately so I've been distracting myself with the new haikyuu gacha game and making my dream team ‹𝟹 you should add me if you have the game too!!

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SERIES TAGLIST: @missarabellla @netzukochannn @uzumakioden @luvelyxp @xiaos-boywife @justrandomlypassing @lollipopd @kamikoii @1uvly @xbabybajix @sh4nn @rinsie @bontensbabygirl @hanmasangrysmoosh @rosesandtoshi @denkis-sluttyboy @luvkaku @queen-flower @kisum9 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @shi-thats-kiera @souyasbabyy @q-the-rockaholic @animetrashchild @ayeputita @mrsryuguji @vamptits @alex-waddles @shuujin @secretanimesimp @nanaosaki3940

(permanent taglist in the rbs)

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#ceremonies | ♱

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sugusshi · 1 year

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┄ TWO SUGARDADDIES

Part 28 of “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

MASTERLIST | previous — CURRENT — next

─────────────────────── ༉‧₊˚.

➥ EXTRAS:

Even Ran is too much for the other simps to handle *sigh* (aka he's just more vocal about it and Rin is thisssss close to smacking him)

YN finally has a new job with lots of benefits!! As bestie said, rich boy has deep pockets

Koko and Inuti are already fitting right in with how nosey they are too

Closing comment, Kakucho is best boy always <3

As always, feel free to tell me what you think in the comments or in my ask box ♡

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(permanent taglist in the rbs)

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#the queen writes | ♕#series: my insufferable idiot #baji keisuke x reader #haitani ran x reader #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers smau #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader

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sugusshi · 1 year

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random genshin ships bcs✨anxiety✨

as a response to what is happening in my personal life, i thought it would be fun to distract myself and pair my moots with genshin males and females + a song [🎧] + a perfume [💋]. needless to say, i had a blast lmaoo — pls don’t take these too seriously, it’s all in good fun (and a distraction for myself),, if i forgot you, then i’m truly sorry! i’m doing these from the top of my head 🚶

@imaushi-ji - candace

[🎧] lowkey by niki | [💋] memoirs of a trespasser by imaginary authors

@asunflowerana - thoma

[🎧] that’s love by sundial | [💋] kogaï for her by annayake

@dottores - kamisato ayato

[🎧] paragraphs by luke chiang | [💋] petite by maison francis kurkdjian

@snezhnayans - kaveh

[🎧] empty love by gracey ft, ruel | [💋] coffee break by maison margiela replica

@alucrds - cyno

[🎧] east of eden by zella day | [💋] eau de soleil blanc by tom ford

@planetxiao - kaedehara kazuha

[🎧] heart in tokyo by good gasoline | [💋] lira by xerjoff

@sugardaddyreo - shikanoin heizou

[🎧] i wouldn’t know any better than you by gentle bones | [💋] luna by penthaligon’s

@darlingimawitch - yoimiya

[🎧] melody by jeremy zucker | [💋] the scent for her by hugo boss

@darkchocola - scaramouche/wanderer

[🎧] wasted nights by one ok rock | [💋] dear polly by vilhelm parfumerie

@sleepy3 - zhongli

[🎧] dreaming by mar | [💋] vanille insensée by atelier cologne

@itoshi-s - diluc ragnvindr

[🎧] limbo by keshi | [💋] teint de neige by lorenzo villoresi

@shoyoist - hu tao

[🎧] i like u by niki | [💋] amazing grace magnolia by philosophy

@portfolio-of-dreams - albedo

[🎧] conscience by jacob lee | [💋] bubble bath by maison margiela replica

@litepowee - yae miko

[🎧] urs by niki | [💋] delina by parfums de marly

@saecore - tighnari

[🎧] need by david archuleta | [💋] white tea by elizabeth arden

@sugr - childe

[🎧] stranger by lauv | [💋] fox in the flowerbed by imaginary authors

@sugusshi - xiao

[🎧] love about it by waterparks ft. blackbear | [💋] wood sage & sea salt by jo malone

@suyacho - pantalone

[🎧] say my name by nello | [💋] blackberry & bay by jo malone

@jotatetsuken - kaeya alberich

[🎧] coming home by honne ft. niki | [💋] magnolia bliss by juliette has a gun

@oo-mi-ru-oo - alhaitham

[🎧] skeletons by keshi | [💋] book by commodity

#✴︎: festivities #— r.o.d | senn *ೃ༄#sobs this was sweet to log into to #ty for the song and perfume love ‹𝟹

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sugusshi · 1 year

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WRETCHED & DIVINE (KAEYA ALBERICH)

PROLOGUE — EXORDIUM

❝ THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS INSIDE YOU & ALL AROUND YOU. ❞

❑ SUMMARY: Half a millennia ago, after a nation who did not worship the gods faced divine punishment for their so-called "sins", the world fell into chaos. The survivors were not only cursed, but were also hunted for sport. Sympathizers faced an even worse fate. After countless years of sticking to the shadows, you decide you're done hiding and Celestia will fall just as your nation once had.

❑ PAIRING: Kaeya Alberich x Fem!Reader

❑ WARNINGS: Dystopian au. Spoilers for 3.5 Caribert quest. Khaenri'ah is the Abyss. Canonical violence. Theory/heavy lore based world building. Selfship coded.

In a bygone era, humans and Celestia lived in harmony– coexisting peacefully with Irminsul. That peace was nullified when a small civilization that hid deep in the mountains of what is now Dragonspine, dreamed of one day taking to the skies just as the gods of Celestia could. It shattered into irreparable pieces as a nail came crashing down on top of them, making their world dark and frosted over.

The people of this civilization sought for new land once Celestia severed ties with them, seeking out not just refuge but the truth as well. If humans could not actually reach godhood, perhaps they wouldn't have been punished so severely. After all, the gods acted more out of fear than anger.

The survivors of this nation found a new place to call home, spending countless hours searching for the genesis pearl– the truth of the world– and for a way to strike back. At first it was little things, such as the founding family allowing outsiders who no longer followed archons to seek refuge. Then it progressed into wielding the elements their own way and building machines that could hold their own against brute forces.

The name of this land was called Khaenri'ah.

It was a place that held promises and beauty under an eternal moon, prospering despite having no sun or fertile soil. But this prosperity could only be ignored for so long, especially once they neared the genesis pearl. That was the moment Celestia knew they could no longer ignore them.

The gods took advantage of Khaenri’ah’s trusting nature, sending in people under the guise of them seeking refuge. Spies had infiltrated what some would consider a safe haven, gathering as much information as they could to report back. They did not like the answers they had received.

When Celestia learned of what Khaenri’ah knew, and what they had been planning for generations, the fear they experienced thousands of years ago reared its ugly head. The archons of each nation, minus Sumeru’s, were all sent to quell the heretics. The people there knew too much, had too much power without a single vision bearer. They had to be silenced and the Great Sinner needed to be stopped.

Another divine punishment struck, in more ways than one. Pure-blood Khaenri'ahns were cursed with immortality, the rest with being monsters. Children weren't spared. Those with pure blood aged, the curse taking full effect when they became adults. The ones who weren't succumbed to the curse of monsterization at the time of the dark calamity.

But, leaving them to never die– but to erode from the inside out until their souls were gone– wasn't enough. No. That was too kind. On top of the curse, the survivors of Khaenri’ah were hunted for sport, man and monster alike. People from all over made it a game, and it only became more competitive on one day every month. Once a month, if someone could kill a Khaenri’ahn within twenty four hours then they'd receive a vision. They called this event The Culling.

Not that it mattered. The people of Khaenri'ah could not die. The mortals of Teyvat went on a fruitless mission, and only placing even more torture and stress upon people who didn't deserve it. Even if the late King Irmin had spat at the Heavenly Principles or raised a hand to one of the four shades, innocent people did not deserve the fate they had to endure.

How unfortunate for Celestia, that a child who knew Khaenri'ah’s history was still around. This child was tired of seeing the suffering her people went through. She was exhausted searching for survivors and getting them to the safety of the Abyss so they could have even the slightest moment of reprieve.

This child, born from the Great Sinner, was all grown up and she was done hiding. She yearned for Celestia to burn the way her nation had– to watch as it fell from the sky into the hell they'd created below.

“The kingdom of Khaenri'ah is all around you,” She angrily looked up at the sky. “For we are a people and not a place. Scattered we may be, but we will rise once more. We will eclipse your sun and the moon will shine on us once again.”

TAGS: @dottores @dxlucs @slutbedo @mxnjiros @alucrds @nc-vb @bxjis @suyacho

#♡: tbr #just the summary is *chefs kiss*#can't wait to sit down and read this!!

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sugusshi · 1 year

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Series Warnings: Heavy angst, Forced marriage, Manipulation/Abuse (not by Childe), Selfship coded/lore, Reader goes by they/them pronouns, Childe goes by he/him pronouns, afab!reader, Gender neutral reader, Strangers to friends to lovers. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Pairings: Childe x Afab!Gn!Reader

Summary: When The Fatui find out that the Eleventh Harbinger has been getting close with you, they become worried that you are a risk that is too great. Fortunately for you they’ve come up with a very generous solution.

Tags: @dxlucs @suyacho @deshrets @sugusshi @blkladyelle

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Prologue: This Dreadful Devotion

Chapter 1: Where the Dead Go to Die

Chapter 2: Romantic Homocide

Chapter 3: Back to the Start

To be continued…

#♡: tbr #I saw angst and I was like *insert evil laughter*#I love reading angst!!#hehehehe

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sugusshi · 1 year

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui, no other warnings

notes: i enjoyed writing this one ajfdhuaisdfuhs it was a bit of a character study for dottore, i love being able to get into his head like this

MIDWINTER

He was born without a mark. It’s not abnormal--statistically, half of the population would be born without a mark because you don’t receive your mark until your soulmate is born. Most receive theirs within the first five years of their life, if they weren’t born with one. Others are unlucky, and they have to wait up to ten.

Dottore never received his.

He waited years. When he was five years old, and other kids his age were starting to see the red thread that connected them with their soulmate, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was ten years old, and other kids his age were starting to feel their soulmate's emotions, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was fifteen years old, and other kids his age were finally seeing random words scrawled on their forearms reflecting their soulmate’s thoughts, he was still waiting on his mark.

When he was younger, he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter--that one day, his mark would show up, just like how it did for everyone else. But it was hard to convince himself of that when everyday he was reminded that he didn’t have one. He was reminded by nasty kids who would push him to the ground and laugh at him, he was reminded by equally nasty adults who whispered that only the soulless and the damned didn’t receive their soulmarks, and he was reminded by his parents who stripped him down to search him for his mark everyday so they could prove their son wasn’t cursed.

Dottore accepted that he did not have a soulmate. He would even go so far as to say he embraced it. It took him a long time to reach that mentality, years of coming to terms with it, but he firmly believed that he was better off. Having a soulmate was a mortal weakness that he was freed of--he had seen it be the downfall of many men before and he refused to meet the same fate.

Without a soulmate, he could focus on more important things. He could devote his time and energy to his research, further the Fatui in their rebellion against Celestia, and he could do it all without the weakness that all of humanity had.

He was stronger without a soulmate. It proved he was above mankind, beyond the limits that humans were confined to. He was better without a soulmate.

A harsh gust of wind battered the window of his room, ice webbing at the bottom of the glass, creeping up the sides. Dottore sighed as he lifted his hand to his face, pulling off the mask that hid him from the rest of the world.

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about this again. His gaze drew to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, eyes tracing the rough, jagged skin across the top of his face--a product of the demonization cast over him by the people of his old village. Dottore’s lips twisted into a deep frown as he forced himself to look away, it had been a long time since he had even had a passing thought of it, much less dwelling on it as he was now.

He turned away from the mirror over to the candle resting at his nightstand--dimly lighting up the dark, spacious room. Shadows reflected eerily across the room from the trees swaying in the wind outside to the small flame dancing at his bedside. A blizzard rattled the palace around him, he wondered if it was the doing of the Tsaritsa or if it was just a natural storm.

Dottore hated the winter.

He always had. It had nothing to do with the bone-chilling weather and frequent storms. He barely could even feel the cold anymore, and he thought storms might be better for him because he could coop himself up in his lab without having to worry about the Jester disturbing his research and telling him to go on some mission. He had hated the winter even before he had left Sumeru for Snezhnaya, where the temperatures were five times as warm and the earth of the forest started to dry from a lack of rain.

Winter had always been the unluckiest time of year for him--it was when he was originally chased from the village, it was when he was cast out from the Akademiya. Winter was when he had faced some of the biggest failures of his life regarding his research into Archon residue. Winter was when the first segment he had created was destroyed. Winter was when he was dealt a fatal blow that had made him abandon his body for an artificial one.

Dottore despised the winter.

He sat on his bed, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, that was the only explanation for why his mind was wandering to such a topic. He had been able to free himself of the shackles that many mortals were restricted by--aging, natural death, even unnatural death could be avoided, for the most part, but he still found himself chained by fatigue and hunger. He could suppress it longer than the average person but it never failed to limit him.

He supposed that he should rest. Tomorrow there was to be a meeting with all of the Harbingers--discussion on what was to be done about the spots of the late 9th and 11th, who had met their end on a failed mission in Natlan earlier in the month. With the Captain finally returning with their bodies, it would be time to put them to rest and figure out how to move forward. He could already hear the bickering of Sandrone and Scaramouche, Arlecchino’s snide comments that just set the other two off even more.

Dottore thought that the whole situation was ridiculous. There had been no need to send two of the newest Harbingers down to Natlan when they all knew very well that Natlan was getting more and more aggressive to the Fatui within their borders. They had been sent on a diplomatic mission, to observe, but the Pyro Archon claimed that they had made an attempt on her life. A blatant lie, but the only ones left alive to corroborate the story were the Pyro Archon’s sycophants.

It was meant to be a challenge. The Pyro Archon was challenging the Tsaritsa to do something about her butchering two of her most loyal followers, she was hoping for a war… but Snezhnaya could not afford a war right now. Their economy was failing and the dead of winter was nigh, when all crops would start dying and animals would freeze mid-trot. Famine would begin to wrap its chilly fingers around the throats of the citizens of Snezhnaya, the bitter cold would seep into the warmest homes and it was not the time for the Fatui to war with Teyvat’s strongest military. They were already struggling politically with the old-blood aristocracy breathing down their necks and with the support of the masses, there wasn’t much that the Fatui could do to press back until they were in a better position, even with the support of the Tsaritsa herself.

Dottore pinched the bridge of his nose, the meeting was hours from beginning and he could already feel the incoming headache. He had no interest in Snezhnayan politics, he had no interest in what was to be done about the empty seats amongst the Harbingers. All he wanted to do was continue his research--the Delta segment would be returning from Sumeru at some point tomorrow to give him an update on the Irminsul project and his input was needed before Delta or any of the other older segments took any further steps.

He let out a heavy breath as he rose back to his feet, intent on changing out of his clothes and into something more comfortable before he finally laid down to rest for the night. As he rose, he felt something soft, feather-light even, brushing against his thumb. Without thinking, he reached for a handkerchief folded tidily on the edge of his bedside dresser.

He wiped off his hands without even bothering to look, figuring that it was just the remnants of the material he was working with down in his lab but as he crossed the room to his wardrobe, that strange, weightless feeling against his thumb remained.

Dottore’s eyes finally drew down to his right hand, curiosity getting the best of him, as always. And he stared, for a second and then two before a laugh bubbled in his chest, begging to be released.

Not for the first time, he thought that the gods had a sick and twisted sense of humor because wrapped neatly around his thumb was that thin, red thread that supposedly tied him to his soulmate, over four hundred and fifty years late.

He thought it was strange how everything around him moved on as normal as if his whole world hadn’t been shattered in a matter of five seconds the night before. He wasn’t able to sleep after noticing the thread and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to look for the soulmark that was undoubtedly branded somewhere on his body.

He felt weak. Mortal, again. He hated it.

“Then we wait,” Sandrone said dryly, her sharp voice drawing Dottore back into the conversation. His eyes left the red thread for the first time since he arrived at the meeting, flickering up to where the woman was resting in a chair, a large automaton standing behind her. “Why give a seat to someone unworthy? We’ll wait until two have proven their strength and they can-”

“And how long will that take?” Scaramouche’s voice was cold and grating as he interrupted Sandrone and Dottore’s lips thinned, realizing the inevitable argument between the Sixth and the Seventh was about to begin.

“However long it takes,” Sandrone responded, voice little over a hiss, blue eyes flinty.

“Ah, yes, yet another a bright idea from the Seventh. Let’s just leave the spots empty when enemies are on our doorstep, show even more weakness,” Scaramouche scoffed, not even bothering to hide the way he rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat.

“If you have a better idea, Balladeer, please, speak up with it,” Sandrone replied. “I’d love to…”

The thread was vibrating.

Dottore’s gaze flickered down beneath his mask to where his hands were resting on the ebony table, tuning out the conversation around him as he focused on the red string. He could barely feel it, much less see the little vibrations, but he was hyper-focused on it now. It was uneven thrums, as if someone was flicking the thread over and over again--they were getting faster, more impatient, and Dottore couldn’t help but think back to his childhood, when he was five years old and would watch other kids his age laying in the grass snapping their string incessantly, waiting for a responding snap from their soulmate.

His eyes flickered to the wide windows on the far side of the room, the blizzard still raged outside but he could see the sun rising in the distance.

So, you’re finally awake, he thought to himself, gaze drawing back to his thumb as the thrums got more and more insistent. A child. His soulmate was a child right now--excited at waking up to the appearance of the thread, hoping that their soulmate was just as excited as they were. Dottore had, for a long time, believed that his heart had gone cold and dead and he did not like the ache he felt in his empty chest.

A weakness. Just like that, he was brought down to the level of man.

Soulmates were blinding, they caused people to act with their heart and not their head. Dottore prided himself on being a man that removed his heart from decision making. He put nothing above furthering his research--no morals, no virtues, no principles came before his success and he could not allow this to change anything.

He had gone this long without a soulmate, he didn’t need one now.

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off the vibrating thread no matter how hard he tried. He could hear the conversation continuing around him but it sounded like a distant buzz--nothing could break his concentration on the thread, not even himself, and before he knew what he was doing, he was lifting his pointer finger and flicking it down, right on the string.

He inhaled as discreetly as he could once he realized what he had done, straightening in his seat. The vibrations from the opposite end had stopped instantly, and then all at once: one, two, three, four flicks.

Excitement, but all Dottore could feel was dread sinking in his stomach.

He could feel a pair of eyes on him. Dottore forced his gaze up to where the Tenth was sitting across from him, green eyes trained on his hand. Dottore’s lips flattened. Did he know? How would he know? But even with the mask adorning his face, the Tenth must have felt Dottore’s livid glare, looking up with a sheepish smile as he motioned to his own hand, his pointer finger, as if he was trying to show Dottore what he was looking at.

Dottore’s ring.

Of course, Dottore thought to himself dryly. He should have expected nothing less from the avaricious man.

Brighella had been brought in by Arlecchino--the Knave had spoken highly of the man’s intelligence and fighting ability, but so far all Dottore had seen from the Tenth Harbinger was a greed for wealth and alcohol. Dottore thought the man was more deserving of the title Jester than Pierro was, because all he was good for was his unintentional drunken entertainment during events.

Dottore let his gaze drop back to his hands, where the vibrating had finally stopped--seemingly pleased with finally getting a response from him--and Dottore couldn’t push away the emotions clawing at him from every angle.

He hated it.

He was good at compartmentalizing all of his feelings, pushing away all of the unwelcome ones and storing them in little corners until they finally dissipated but he couldn’t this time. They were too intense and Dottore felt overwhelmed. It had barely been half a day and he was already rattled by the new circumstances--rattled enough that he was struggling to keep himself composed internally.

Anxiety and dread were paramount, yes, but there was also pity.

The people of his old village had convinced him that he was cursed but he knew now that he was not the cursed one--it was the one that shared a mark with him instead.

Delta had arrived. Dottore could feel him approaching the palace, battling his way through the blizzard. He was not alone, he could feel another presence at his side--another segment--and he had a feeling he knew exactly which one it was and he was not pleased.

His movements were sharp as he put away the materials that he was using, annoyed at Delta and his inability to say no to the younger segments. For as stubborn and prideful the older segment was, all it took was a few whines from the Iota or Kappa segment and he was rolling over doing whatever they asked.

Dottore did not know how having a soulmate would affect the segments. He just knew it would be a distraction that they could not afford.

Would they have a mark? Dottore didn’t even know if he had a mark. He had yet to step in front of a mirror and look--it would make it too real, as if the damning thread wasn’t real enough.

Would they be able to see the thread? Would they have their own? Dottore hoped not. He did not want them to know--not yet, at least.

Dottore exhaled, safely storing the final vial in a cabinet too high for the Iota segment to reach and knock down just as the door to his lab was flung open harshly, shaking the cabinets closest to the door. He raised his eyebrows, turning on his heel to face the two arrivals.

Both segments were bundled in layers, cloaks drenched with water and furred hoods littered with snowflakes. The Delta segment was frowning, eyeing the room suspiciously, and the Iota segment was bouncing at his side, head whipping back and forth as he looked around the room--his first time in Dottore’s personal lab.

Something that Dottore had tried to keep on purpose. The last segment he wanted in his lab was the Iota segment--he was the clumsiest segment, one of the two segments with absolutely no sense of self-control, letting his curiosity get the best of him even in the worst situations. He was created in the mindset of his ten year old self, right after he had been cast out from his village. Dottore had thought that he could use Iota to see the Aranara of Vanarana but evidently, Iota no longer had that childlike innocence that allowed children to see the Aranara… which Dottore should have expected considering the circumstances after which he was created.

“You’re late,” Dottore said dryly, wiping his hands with a towel as he stepped out from behind the lab table he was working at.

“Yes,” Delta responded, voice just as dry. “There’s a bit of a blizzard outside, if you didn’t notice.”

Dottore raised his eyebrows at the snark and Delta, the most quarrelsome of the segments--except maybe Theta--only raised his eyebrows right back. Dottore’s eyes narrowed, annoyance worming its way onto his expression at the blatant disrespect. He had half a mind to remind him what exactly happened to the last segment that pushed him too far but instead, he was forced to move forward, right hand curling around Iota’s wrist just as the boy reached for some of Dottore’s notes.

“Do not start,” Dottore said sharply--perhaps he should have watched his tone, Iota was always the most sensitive when it came to tone and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a hysterical child.

… but Iota didn’t react to his tone. Instead, his eyes were wide and wondrous as he stared at Dottore’s hand. His right hand. Specifically, his right thumb.

Dottore’s stomach dropped, he released Iota’s wrist in an instant, stepping away, but Iota was persistent, darting forward to grab Dottore’s wrist now, reaching to grab the red string but his hand went right through it.

“What is that?” Delta asked, voice quiet and sharp.

So they could see his thread, but Dottore could safely assume that they did not have their own.

“Is it real?” Iota was still trying to grab the string--undoubtedly to tug at it just to feel the responding tug from their soulmate, just as he had felt from the opposite end this morning.

“It is real,” Dottore wasn’t even sure if he believed the words himself but logically, he had no reason to think otherwise. “It appeared last night.”

The reaction was almost instantaneous--Delta’s eyes shot open and Iota was wailing, clutching at Dottore’s waist, letting out incoherent babbles of how he knew that they had a soulmate, and how he knew that they weren’t damned or soulless, and how Kappa and Gamma would be-

“Do not tell them,” Dottore said sharply and Iota sobered up immediately, bottom lip wobbly and red eyes teary as he peered up at Dottore, questioning. “This is to stay between us for now, do you understand?”

“But Kappa-” Iota sniffled, confused, “and the others, they’ll be-”

“Do you understand?” Dottore asked again, gaze heavy as he waited for a response from both of his segments. “We do not need any new distractions, we’re finally making progress on our projects.”

Iota looked as if he had been physically slapped, brows knit together and biting his bottom lip as he looked between Delta and Dottore, as if expecting Delta to argue with Dottore. Dottore kept his expression steady, challenging, waiting for Delta to say something. Delta was argumentative but unlike Theta, he was not stupid. He knew when to pick fights and when to back off.

Delta was searching Dottore’s face for something, and Dottore made sure to keep his face blank. “You really don’t care?” Delta finally asked.

Dottore didn’t respond, partially because even as Delta asked the question, there was another soft tug at the red thread wrapped around his thumb. He forced himself not to look down at it, ignoring it this time. He did not care, and even if he did, he would force himself not to, just like he did a million times before when he forced himself to not care that he didn’t have a soulmate.

It was better for him, and it was better for the child on the opposite end of the string--who would grow up expecting their perfect match and be met with him.

“You were called back to report on the Irminsul project,” Dottore, a master of deflection, changed the subject rather than responding. Delta scoffed. “So, sit down and report. Enough of this nonsense. This is exactly why the other segments will not know.”

The anxiety, and the dread, and the pity was gone. It was replaced by anger.

Dottore was sick and tired of the gods fucking around with him.

Dottore stood in front of the mirror, lips thin and mask removed as he considered searching for the soulmark that was bound to be branded somewhere on his skin. It had been a long, long time since he had last searched his body for one. He had stopped after he had been cast out from the Akademiya--having given up on acceptance of any kind, be it from strangers or finally receiving his soulmate. He didn’t even want to look now but curiosity had always been his fatal flaw.

What did it look like? Where was it placed? His body was artificial, would there even be a soulmark?

Slowly and meticulously, he removed his shirt, scanning his torso and arms for any sign of the mark. He didn’t know what to look for--as far as he was aware, people’s marks could look like anything. The majority of people had some sort of symbol, be it a flower or animal or even some sort of item that’s a shared interest of the duo.

Dottore had no idea what he might share with his soulmate.

Methodologically, he turned over each arm--just as his parents would do when they were frantically searching him for a mark when he was a child.

Nothing.

Dottore stared at himself in the mirror, the scars that littered his body and face were stark in comparison to the rest of the fair skin. He shook his head as he finally turned around, back facing the mirror. He twisted his neck, looking over his shoulder to scan his back, gaze crawling up from his waistband until it reached his shoulders.

Dottore inhaled sharply, red eyes widening just a bit as he caught sight of the mark branded right between his shoulder blades--a small cluster of purple flowers spread out on his skin.

Heliotropes, he recognized and Dottore didn’t know if he should roll his eyes or laugh at the irony. Symbol of eternal devotion… poisonous to humans.

Of course.

Dottore thought that should be enough of a sign to end this before it weakened him even further--nip the issue in the bud before it could become detrimental. He had never actually seen someone cut their thread before but there were old wives’ tales about it and if anyone could figure out how to do it, it would be him.

For his sake, and for whoever was on the opposite end.

… and then there was a little tug at the string--once, then twice, and then a third time.

The moon was high in the sky now. Night had long fallen. He wondered if this was meant to be a goodnight.

Dottore sighed as he stepped away from the mirror, sitting down at the edge of his bed, leaving the goodnight unanswered as he contemplated what he should do. His gaze shifted back to the window as a branch rattled the glass.

Dottore hated the winter. Time and time again, it proved to be the worst months of his life… but a part of him--deep, deep down--wondered if this was all too bad because as he watched the ice creep up the frame of the window, this time with the phantom vibrations of his soulmate flicking at the string, it was with a bit more fondness than there was the night before.

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#♡: tbr #I READ THE BEGINNING REAL QUICK AND IT HAS ME *EYE SHAKING EMOJI*#im excited!!#cat you always write so amazingly

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sugusshi · 1 year

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part

warnings: fem!reader, age gap, lots of worldbuilding for snezhnaya & the fatui, dottore, none others that i can think of off the top of my head, this is a lighter series compared to the others i’ve written. each chapter will have its own warnings, it is self-ship coded, and i will take liberty with dottore’s known lore.

status: incomplete

taglist: 30/50 (pls comment here on the masterlist if you’d like to be on taglist)

notes: sigh i wanted to give my beluved a little series. this is something i’ll be working on in my free time for fun, so updates will be sporadic, i was gonna post the reincarnation fic butttt that one is a little too dear to my heart. some can be read as standalones, others will need context. ALL SEGMENTS THAT SHOW UP IN THIS SERIES ARE MINE ‼️ i created them, do not take them to use for yourself.

01. MIDWINTER

02. JOY

03. THE COLOR PURPLE

… TBA

rbs appreciated!

#♡: tbr #IM EXCITED TO READ OMG #!!!!!

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sugusshi · 1 year

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hello hello ‹𝟹 sorry for the lack of activity 😵‍💫 the new haikyuu gacha game has me by the throat askjdn I'm over here building my dream team and I'm already so excited for all the upcoming teams and players!! anywayyyy~ I GOT SO MUCH CATCHING UP TO DO HERE BUT I SHALL DO MY BEST

#the queen speaks | ♛#im like grinding rn in the hq game cause im trying to save up for my favs #and grinding on genshin on the side for baizhu #and then sleeping a lot when not at work cause my mental state has been so bad sobs #plus im having like major hand/wrist pain #but I have lots to read and im excited!!#just be patient with me pls <33

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sugusshi · 1 year

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Am having thoughts… about naga!daishou again…

#the queen speaks | ♛#SOME NSFT THOUGHTS TOO #HEAD IN HANDS #THE THOUGHTS IM HAVING ARE WJSJSJ #HELP

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