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catscidr · 9 days

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Could we get some Dottore x escaped experiment reader? Gn if possible, doesn't even have to be smut. I just can't find anything along those lines and I like your writing style :)

i. note — hehehoho i might have uuuhhh used this ask as an excuse to go off a lil and try something new teehee °ᗜ°) but this was really fun to write!! thank you nonnie for the suggestion, and thank you very much for liking my stuff enough to req something!!! i hope u all enjoy ii. includes — dottore, gn!reader iii. cw — unhealthy and toxic dynamics, no dialogue, mentions of cannibalism, mild body horror, one (1) dead body, not quite stockholm syndrome but maybe kinda, reader is a mess and dottore is not a good person (shocker). minors do not interact, age in bio or block. iv. wc — 2k -> posted on ao3 too!

To humans, running is what they do when they’re late to work, when they’re working out, or even when they’re playing games at recess as children. To predators, running is what they do in order to secure their next meal. To prey, running is what they must do so they can escape from the predator’s clutch in one piece, to not end up as a mangled corpse serving as someone or something’s food.

You have more in common with prey than you have with humans, despite being one yourself.

It hasn’t always been that way. One moment you were enjoying the warm afternoon sun of your home region out on a walk, and the other you found yourself thrown over someone’s shoulder with a bag over your head.

You always find yourself reminiscing, yearning to feel the warmth you felt that day— minus the incident. You used to be a model citizen; someone people would rely on.

A shame no one helped you when you desperately needed it.

Your own mind is all you’re left with, as you’re clumsily tripping over your feet, rocks scraping your skin and blood trickling down your legs. The feeling is almost peaceful; but after running for so long, and with how often you’ve gotten yourself in this exact situation, you’re starting to second guess your motive for running in the first place.

Is it a form of entertainment, are you growing bored of the four padded walls engulfing your five senses at all hours of the day that you feel the need to get the energy out of your body like a hamster does by using the wheel in its cage? Is it to leave the predicament you found yourself in after trusting someone you, under no circumstances, should have trusted?

Or is it because you gradually have come to find yourself sharing more similarities to a dog, begging its owner to even unenthusiastically throw a plastic frisbee for a smidge of attention to fulfill your need to be seen, to be heard, and now you feel the responsibility to own up to that label you inflicted upon yourself?

The lines between reality and your thoughts have blurred so much it frightens you.

...Or, rather, it should scare you. After spending so much time in your own head, one would find that it’s surprisingly easy to come to distrust your own mind. You’re not sure if you should believe what goes through your head, even less believe what you feel. But at the same time, you’re all you have. You have no choice but to trust yourself, even when you shouldn’t.

Only a select few are aware of how dreadfully strong and outright stubborn the human mind can be, whether it be from their own personal experience or from seeing others slip into a state like yours.

Unfortunately for you, He’s familiar with your situation. Painfully familiar.

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Sometimes you wish you were a luna moth. Delicate and radiant, people would be torn between praising you for your beauty and shunning you away for the crime of looking different than what they’re used to. You wouldn’t be a butterfly, would not conform to what society wants you to be. You would be able to be who you want, look however you want to without worrying over other’s opinions.

The people that did like you, though, would treat you with care and would do everything in their power to make your stay in this world a pleasant one. A stay that would only last a week.

Not long enough for you to become familiar with the horrors that await humanity. Seven days filled with nothing but genuine smiles, void of empty promises.

You’d crawl out of your cocoon, eat good food, find someone to help continue your bloodline, then die somewhere peaceful and hope that your crumbling, decomposing body will bring relief to someone desperately needing something to eat.

But you’re not a moth.

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It’s unbearably cold when you come to your senses. Peeling your eyes open, you glance around to find yourself surrounded by cold limestone, barely illuminated by the cave’s entrance just a few feet away. The hairs on your skin rise from the wind guiding snow through the passageway, making you curl into yourself in a pathetic attempt to keep your body’s temperature from dropping too low.

You look down at yourself; your pants are ripped at the hem, and you see messy splotches of brownish red staining the fabric and your skin, going all the way down to your calloused feet. You’re not sure how long you’ve been out for, but it must have been at least an hour given how the bleeding from the numerous scratches and gashes on your legs stopped without any assistance.

The cave felt completely foreign to you, but even then, it brought you more comfort than He had. Or at least you think it does.

You feel free. Despite the way your body shivered endlessly from the wind howling into the cavern, despite the dull but searing pain that made it feel like your feet were scorching that traveled up your legs, despite the way you couldn’t move your lips from how dry and cracked they were, split from sheer cold.

You think this is the most freedom you’ve felt since you’ve gotten yourself stuck in His maw.

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The wind is reduced to a soft, soothing melody when you wake up again. Almost calming enough for you to drift off to sleep a second time, but a nagging feeling in the depths of your gut told you that it was a bad idea to fall unconscious this time around, so you try to shake off the numbness in your limbs instead of succumbing to the call of the void.

Standing up proves to be a challenge as your legs buckle under your weight. You catch yourself before you fall, holding onto the rough formation of a rogue stalagmite; it’s a struggle to hold yourself up, but at the very least you didn’t give yourself a concussion.

The pain isn’t completely unwelcome, though. Your feet are throbbing, and the palm of your hand holding yourself up with the help of the stalagmite stings. As you blink the drowsiness away and the blood begins to flow through your limbs correctly again, you straighten your back to take in your surroundings properly.

The cave’s entrance was filled with thick snow. There was enough that it would reach your stomach should you walk up to it, ignoring the snow that fell into the grotto, and not the snow that partly obscured your way to the outside world. You can’t see much outside, only the faint outline of pine trees wavering in the distance, far enough that you can only barely make out their form.

Looking away from the blinding whites outside, you notice how utterly desolate the cavern is. Not even a single trace of a life was left behind in this cold, worn hollow. Maybe it’s better this way. You’re not sure you would have appreciated seeing even a wild hare or a fox in here, much less a bear.

Sitting down on the rocky ground again to give your legs a break, you take a moment to think back to what got you here in the first place.

You faintly recall rusty medical equipment, convulsing organs, and seeing Him jot down notes. You remember a plate being handed to you, the vague image of a man covered by a stained sheet of what used to be white, and the bile that rose to your throat when your gaze focused on what was on the plate itself.

Everyone knew the Doctor was a twisted man, but you doubted He was twisted enough to force someone to cannibalize one of their peers.

Clearly, you were wrong.

Then, you remember making a mad dash for the thick iron doors of his laboratory. By the grace of god, you were able to leave; and you now found yourself in this desolate cavern, tucked away from civilization.

As far as you were aware of.

But you shouldn’t trust your mind. You knew this, yet you also knew not to trust yourself when you told yourself you couldn’t trust yourself. Simultaneously believing in logic and being a mess of paradoxical jargon— it exhausted you to think about. So you try not to.

Whether by a stroke of bad luck or because of something else entirely, your dull sense of hearing picks up the faint sound of snow crunching beneath boots. Your hands and legs scramble to take you where you can hide as much of yourself as you can behind a rock formation, and you stare out of the cave’s entrance, holding your breath.

The sound becomes louder. An almost gentle woosh noise accompanies the scrunch of snow, and soon after it stops, you’re able to make out a blurry figure approaching the cave’s entrance. The icy flakes make way for Him at His command, hand waving to get rid of what was keeping you physically separated from Him.

The pure white snow behind His body glinted off his intricate accessories, the light forming a halo so otherworldly that it left you utterly breathless.

His boots make a soft clicking noise against the limestone as He steps into the grotto, your safe haven for however long you had been here— now not. Not a single word left His lips as he assessed your rugged appearance.

You wish He would smite you right then and there. He was most likely able to, and with ease, but you doubt He would willingly discard one of his longest-running experiments for disobeying a rule that you had broken many times before anyways.

Your jittery gaze follows His movements as He outstretches His arm, offering you a gloved hand, silent.

Did he know how much you simultaneously trusted and distrusted your own judgement? You stare at His hand, unmoving, heart racing against your ribcage— torn between bolting away, into the darkness of the cave, or intertwining your fingers with His, allowing Him to take you away voluntarily.

This was mercy either way. You could either die at the hands of whatever lurked in the shadows of the grotto, or you could die at the hands of the man that brought you so much pain it morphed into comfort, solace. He stood, unmoving. Observing you.

You knew Him well enough to know that He was taking mental notes on your behavior even now, outside of the familiar comfort of his lab in Haeresys.

Both options were foolish, but you weren’t exactly known to be in the sanest state of mind.

Pulling your arms away from your body, you bring a shaky hand up to take ahold of His, allowing Him to pull you up to your feet. You almost fall as a result of your nerves, but thanks to His quick reflexes you find yourself tucked in his arms, cheek pressed up against His navy cravat. The hand that wasn’t holding yours comes up to pat your head, gently untangling the knots that had formed in your hair. You melt into His touch, eyes fluttering shut to bask in the warmth He provided.

As you stand there with Him, knees weak, body upheld by His will alone, you shove down the thoughts that brew in the forefront of your mind. Usually you would welcome the noise, even be grateful that you, at the very least, had yourself to lean on. But you find yourself wishing to lean on Him more than yourself, both literally and metaphorically, keening at the comfort He brought you.

You knew you couldn’t trust your mind, so why not trust His instead? If you couldn’t rely on your own instincts, judgement or thoughts, then how bad would it truly be to let someone other than you become fully responsible for your wellbeing?

...

You were neither a moth nor human.

You were a dog.

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barcstravis · 1 year

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if you like spies are forever, richard siken poetry, or just generally queer history/stories, you’re gonna LOVE “lavender scare”, a new limited series actual play podcast that i’m producing. our team is almost entirely trans, is entirely queer, and we’re all pretty new to the field. it uses bully pulpit’s game “fiasco”, as well as my own game “conflict of interest”. i’ve been working on this since february and i cannot wait to see how people like it. if you have a moment, give our trailer a listen and drop us a follow on spotify!

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 7 months

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If someone I was in a romance plot with said, “Touch her and I’ll unalive you,” I would just unalive myself first from the sheer embarrassment

#anti censorship #shut up dottie #I fucking hate this 😭😭😭 it’s TikTok’s fault ofc but I saw this on reddit #could not pay me to read a book with tiktok censor words in them 🙅🏻‍♀️

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cheese-in-space · 11 days

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Getting somewhere in life (further down the path of sleep deprivation)

#dotty doots #taking a shot at making tumblr posts in the tumble post style instead of word vomits

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aparticularbandit · 2 days

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me, going back over epic superhero crossover and rereading the singular fic i have posted from it and thinking about the thin line trilogy and oh.

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girl gang > cast of horrors

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but that version of rose needs to meet junko because i think junko could learn a lot from someone who did to lint what rose did to her.

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maybe not. junko does just fine scooping out eyes with a curry spoon she's been using to eat. i don't think she needs to learn stuff from rose, actually.

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also i don't want junko deciding to replace someone's eye with a mystery bomb.

(she absolutely would, though.)

#musings #dr1 end rewrite fic #epic superhero crossover #esc was mammoth in scope which is why i stopped writing it #but i have so many tens of thousands #hundreds?#maybe not hundreds #of words written in esc across the multiple fics it would have been #junko as a shapeshifter really just #she does that anyway #there's a comparison to be made between junko and rose #and between luisa and mikan #but you can't one-to-one girl gang and the horrors so easily #especially because if lu is your mikan stand in then she's not a horror #also does this make dottie ryoko because #hm #(the thing about esc is that it also had clones who were shapeshifters so like #again you can't strictly one-to-one it)#but spicy amnesia with dottie matches spicy amnesia with ryoko #and mastermind rose is very much mastermind junko #....#where's lint #she's not kyoko although that's the closest #also if we're recreating girl gang miu's over with emma and whitney #I SHOULD PUT /THEM/ TOGETHER #you know what miu could just be an honorary girl gang member #hang out with emma and whitney #hang out with rhea (not with girl gang)#hang out with lena #...miu you should hang out with people huh

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trixiedobbleaskblog · 6 months

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Grobb, I look at this blog and it is like, super mega awesome and cute and like, JUST my style!

I obviously could not have done it myself, so I give all my thanks to one of my girlfriends, Dottie, who is like, SO good at computers I can not even comprehend it!

They are like, the computer nerd to my computer illiterate nerd self and for that I love her so so much! I also love them for other things of course but that is completely beside the point!

Anyway, everyone, send a kiss and a hug to Dottie for being such a good and awesome girlfriend!! >3

#they told me “>3” is supposed to look like a heart but honestly i do not see it #i take their word though #>3 #Dottie Pinkheart #trixie rambles

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anulithots · 8 months

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The Prayer Plant. Episode four - "The littles"

HELLLLOOOO non-plant beings. It has been a bit. So here's some news about Dottie's story... three parts to the ending. <3 I couldn't really figure out how to end this properly, and I guess that's the point of the tumblr houseplant series - growth, decay, but never an end, not really.

A tumblr houseplant story from @awleeofficial

The seed post is here

Episode one - "Inspiration"

Episode two - "Desperation"

Episode three - "Rose"

Note - this is still a first draft, any feedback would be much appreciated. <3

Also also, a picture of the littles' plants <3

The first step is Pancake's. The second step is Cream's and the last one is Fuzzy's.

We don't talk about the third step.

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"Dottie? You're being LOUD."

Dottie glanced to cream. Fae rested faer head on the pot rim and blinked faer half-lidded eyes.

Dottie cooed, faer head was fuzzy. "But this means we will be very clean"

"And we like clean."

"Yes." Dottie bit back a snap... and recoiled at the very thought of snapping at Cream. Why was fae so-

"But what's the point? Now you're all dusty."

Dottie looked to faer paws. "I'm all.... dusty."

The dust fae spend the past few... hours apprently, cleaning had caked onto faer paws and faer leaves and... eyes and nose and mouth.

Dottie wanted to nap.

Cream tumbled out of the pot to Dottie's feet. "I'll have to clean you now"

Dottie nodded.

Cream was in the open.

The others would see.

They would see and they would want Cream gone because fae didn't have a plant. None of them had plants and it was all Dottie's fault and fae couldn't even take care of faer own plant or dust it properly. Fae was getting worse and worse and cleaning was faer best trait and -

Why did fae think fae was good enough for this? Before the others knew exactly how to break up fights and not bore the littles and show them everything they needed to know. Here every plant grew fine and never showed any signs of distress, ever.

And Dottie?

Dottie found all of that - what was normal and easy for them - so incredibly difficult.

So here fae was, covered with dust, leaves wilting, littles exposed.

Dottie failed everything, everyon-

Cream patted Dottie's paw. "It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to cry."

Dottie was crying? When did that-

Faer breath hitched. Tears wiped away the layers of dust.

Oh.

Dottie was crying.

Cream murmured, snuggling faer head against Dottie's paw.

Fuzzy came nest, followed by Pancake.

Fuzzy booped Dottie's nose and made silly faces. Pancake sat next to Dottie and leaned against faer side, a silent comfort.

It broke Dottie.

Fae collapsed into sobs, getting tears and dust all over the littles, crying all of it away.

Perhaps the others before were better at taking care of the littles. Perhaps they were better at keeping everything clean and healthy. Perhaps they were better at never making mistakes or needing time to rest.

Dottie tried faer best.

And Dottie had the sweetest littles ever. The others would agree, and if they didn't - if they wouldn't want plant-less pollywiggins - then Dottie would bite them. Fae would protect faer littles and give them as much love as fae could.

Dottie hugged Cream and Fuzzy - who were arguing on whether tickles would cheer Dottie up or annoy faer - and whispered 'thank you.' Fuzzy nuzzled into the hug and Pancake - who didn't like hugs - patted Dottie on the head.

And Dottie?

Dottie took a nap.

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Okay. So I had written this a while ago, but the perfectionism came up and I was wondering if I should rewrite the whole ending because... well I had written better before and there were others who wrote a lot better than me... but wow, look. Tumblr houseplant series. Looking back on it now, it's probably my favorite things I've ever written.

Two more mini episodes - more of wrap-up ones - to go <3

if you don't mind the little self-promo: reblog this with one kind statement to "water" Dottie, let's spread some wonder to this convoluted place <3

And spread the word to anyone else who would like to add their houseplant to the garden, perhaps we can fill tumblr with houseplants.

[next episode- "Cream, Fuzzy, Pancake"]

#writeblr #creative writing #short story #self improvement #perfectionism #the tumblr houseplant series #the tumblr houseplant series Dottie plant #The tumblr houseplant series Prayer Plant #Holy herbs I forgot how much I love writing this #I can overuse rhetorical devices and describe feelings with words instead of metaphors and its the complete opposite of Anuli's POV #and I love them both #the land of the fallen fairies #take care of yourself #fiction #dryads #oc story

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shehersholmes · 4 months

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writing the most self indulgent pet name laden plotless snuggly fanfic ever. should i post it when i'm done.

#dottie ink #edit its at 1600 words rn... much more than expected tbh #edit 2 its done i just need to title it

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dearings · 2 years

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even when he was rarely appearing in public and talked about being camera shy, gerard's always embodied the kind of comfortable weirdness i want to have. he goes off on bizarre tangents and embraces his nerdiness and is so, so earnest about what he loves and cares about. god i love him

#just the vibe of someone who feels deeply and won't let anyone force him to hide it #and yes of course he's silly and funny too #but he's also just genuinely very odd in a lovely way #i want to use words to describe him like british literature describes nice weird old ladies #dotty. batty #love him #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #mianderings

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dottie-n-stripes · 7 months

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longtime follower, semi frequent asker, guy who thinks Darius' name is inherently funny because i like a series of games also called Darius; it is surreal to think that i've been aware of these legally certified Scamps™️ since their inception all those years ago now, and though i've said some variant of the following at least twice it remains a delight seeing this blog update and it always brings a smile to my face. Can't wait for Dottie & Stripes 5: They Do Taxes Now in 2032

u often leave very positive messages i thank you so much for that!! ^^ glad u've enjoyed all this over the years!!! <3

if darius was so good where's darius 2 🤨

#klfdjafew #draws #dottie #stripes #nice words

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dottyistired · 2 years

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mia fey and phoenix wright defeat dahlia hawthorne, 2019 colorized

#ace attorney #dahlia hawthorne #phoenix wright #mia fey #iris hazakura #aa3 spoilers #dotty's vids #dottypost #uhhh idk how to trigger tag this uh #n word mention //#racist language //#casual homophobia //#loud audio //#i guess??

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 2 years

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I wish I had tumblr back in 2001, when the Lord of The Rings Trilogy came out.

I would have fangirled and hyperfixated the hell out of everything.

Seriously.

The amount of stuff I collected, THE VISCERAL DESIRE to be able to sew so that I could make myself all of Eowyn’s dresses (dear gods, the Green one, the ShieldMaiden one and the Starry Mantle, the one that she wears in the House of Healing. Like, that scene with Faramir in the Extended Edition is STILL my fave to date. IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT FARAMIR AND EOWYN, AND WE SHIP THEM TO THE MOON AND BACK. ***TO THE MOON AND BACK, I SAID.***) and the and a few of Arwen too (gods, I am still dreaming of her Chase Dress, her Mourning Dress, The Requiem one and the Blood Red one. Still doodle them ever so often in some variations because omg those sleeves. those freaking sleeves. and the colours. they were PERFECTION for Baby Nemo who was starting to discover her passion for costume designing)

Like, THE HOURS I spent watching the behind the scenes on the Extended Editions and just MARVELING at Weta’s work on the armours and weapons (dear gods, all the sketches by Daniel Falconer, so intricate and yet clear. Like, Gil Galad’s crown and his spear Aeglos....am still feeling all warm and fuzzy inside each time I look at the sketches) and Ngila Dickson costume design for all the characters, how she managed to create a specific vibe and “lore” for each character, that rendered them IMMEDIATELY recognizible (tho, I am still not agreeing completely with Arwen’s Coronation dress. Like, THE CROWN IS SPECTACULAR, and the gown is so insanely beautiful, I cannot even, but the colour of the gown itself is...mmmm....not truly my fave? I understand why they went for the soft green, reconnecting it to Spring and Rebirth, and I absolutely agree that after three movies of Arwen wearing clothes that were so closely tied to her mourning, she needed something pastel and ethereal to signifiy the fact that she had chosen Aragorn and a mortal life. I just don’t particularly love THAT shade of green with HER colouring, but again, this is just my personal opinion, and the gown is still INCREDIBLY beautiful regardless).

AND THE MUSIC????? LIKE, HOWARD SHORE, SIR. YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME AWAKE SO MANY NIGHTS WITH “EVENSTAR”, SITTING ON MY BALCONY AND CRYING MY EYES OUT BECAUSE I WAS SO ALONE, AND SO HOPELESS THAT I WOULD NEVER FIND LOVE IN THIS LIFE???? And please, do not let me start on the CHARACTERS per se.

I could write thousands of words just to express the utmost love I have for Boromir and Faramir, for Eowyn and Eomer, for dearest Samwise who never gave up on Frodo, for Elrond and Celebrian, for Galadriel and Lord Celeborn.

Like.

I could really be here all day, and the serotonine from it all would be IMMENSE. All this to say that if you have been around here for the last two years, you have seen the way I become when I get immersed into a world that manages to snuggle itself into my heart, be it game/movie/tvseries/book.

When I was younger, this world was the one portrayed in The Lord of The Rings, and both books and movies had such immense hold on me, such huge impact, it’s safe to say that they were a huge part of the reason I am the way I am today, both in artworking, writing the things I write (the TROPES I WRITE) and creating characters and worlds and how they all interconnects with one another.

Gods, I need to do another rewatch now. And I need to write more about this all, in any kind form I can. I need to.

Well, thank you for reading this. <3

Let me leave you with a gif of my two lovebirds being ABSOLUTELY gorgeous and soft and omg I am going to cry for how much they mean to me.

-Nemo

#Lord of The Rings #Nemo babbles #so so very much #like #I have always so much to say and share #and I know that most of the people I have on here follow me for AC content #but AC is not the only thing that makes me #to put it into 'Inside Out' words #LOTR is a Core Memory for me #something that shaped me as a person #both in virtues and in regards of WHO i wanted to be as a creator #it was truly my world when I was a lonely teenager with 0 friends #so this is kinda why what I shared last night was EXTREMELY personal #sure #it had Jacob and Dottie #but it was still more LOTR than AC #which truly means that it was something truly truly personal

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brenbofen · 8 months

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do you think dott is the type to ride you when he's jealous

-💉

Jealous Dottie ♥︎

Sub Dottore x Dom AMAB Reader

Broadcaster Message - oh ABSOLUTELY, yes yes he would nods. ALSO HI![![ Omg my first named anon teeheee, so glad to have you 💉!!

Notes 🗒️ - PWOP, Sub Dottore, Dom AMAB Reader, Jealous Dottore, Dottore is called Zandik twice, Short, More of a Drabble if anything, oops, Probably OOC Dottore, Pantalone is mentioned, Anal Penetration, Let me know if I missed anything!!

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One moment you were chatting with Pantalone, laughing at his jokes and overall enjoying hid company. Then the next moment you had Dottore bouncing on your dick, brows furrowed as he tried his hardest to suppress his moans and whines.

You hummed, leaning back in your seat as you felt Dottore dig crescent shaped indentions into your back. You watched as your dick disappeared inside of Dottore every time he lowered himself, a lump forming on his stomach. You pressed a hand to the spot, smiling when you heard Dottore let out a whine.

“Did the act of me speaking with Pantalone really rile you up that much, Zandik?”

You cooed at The Doctor, hearing him struggle to bark insults at you. He wanted to show you he was in control, that you needn’t anyone else to make you happy, make you feel good.

And yet here Dottore was, a drooling mess as he rode your dick. He could feel you stretching him out so wide, your fat dick constantly brushing up against his prostate and driving him mad. The feeling of you forcing his body to conform to your length was only amplifying the pleasure annoyance he felt.

Then, to add onto it all, you almost looked bored!

It was driving Dottore up the wall, the way you stared down at him, hands lazily resting on his body.

Dottore let out what almost sounded like a growl, forcing himself to look you in the eye. “I— I had to show you— Hahh,” Dottore bit down his lip as you shifted in your spot and moved your hands to hold his hips, “I needed to show you that— that you’re mine!” You laughed at Dottore’s words, how dare you laugh at him! Though, he did adore the sound of your laughter.

Gently you trailed your hands through Dottore’s hair, smiling when he leaned into your touch. “You’re so needy, y’know that?” You hummed when Dottore scoffed, listening to him make up some random excuse for why the Second of the Fatui Harbingers isn’t needy, but you only shrugged, taking your hands away from his hair and relishing in the whine that escaped Dottore.

“Told you Zandik, you’re needy.”

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dottore’s forehead, silencing any possible protests he might have tried to spew,oblivious to your hands on his hips. “You shouldn’t worry,” You lifted Dottore by his hips and lowered him fully onto your dick, ripping a scream from the blue-haired man, “I’d never leave you for anyone else.”

You peppered kisses on Dottore’s neck, nipping as the skin slightly as you stood up and lowered him onto the nearest table, dick still within him. “Now, let me show you how to properly please me.” You pulled out fully then snapped your hips against Dottore, forcing a loud moan from his lips.

He loved it when you were like this.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #writing #dom reader #male reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #dottore #sub dottore #sub dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #gi dottore #genshin impact dottore #zandik x reader #sub zandik

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aparticularbandit · 7 months

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me: Junko reminds me of someone. I can't think of who. Someone I may have written before? Maybe Dottie? But she's not...she's not quite Dottie. Who IS it?

me, within moments of Ryoko meeting Junko: Harley. Harley Quinn. Harleen Quinzel.

#musings #bandit liveblogs #bandit liveblogs danganronpa #i did briefly write harley for nessie's ivy #but i'm much more an ivy fan than a harley fan #but harleen was such a fantastic limited series #anyway #it's harley #and some dottie because i think there's...idk how to put words to it #and i keep wanting to throw lint in there but that's MY lint #and lint doesn't have as much happy joy fun over murdering people #as dottie and harley do #but like #dr0!junko so far? when talking with ryoko in that first meeting?#that's harley

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3

Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!

obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱

it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.

you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.

you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.

it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.

before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.

and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.

it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.

really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.

one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.

it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.

then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.

in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.

he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.

then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.

and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.

you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.

and frankly, he has had enough.

here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.

your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.

zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.

the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.

he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.

so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.

uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.

zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"

"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."

zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.

that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.

you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.

"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"

zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.

"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."

you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.

zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.

beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.

you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.

he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.

you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.

zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.

ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.

his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.

then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.

he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.

"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.

oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.

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