#* ♢ ━━━ ( musings / give the people what they want. )

[queenharumiura]

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer? ♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted? ♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse? ⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why? ☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day? ☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread? ✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours? ❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @parallelroutes

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

I wouldn't say anyone specifically, as I'm getting practice with writing every time I thread with someone, so any of my thread partners has aided me in becoming a better writer in one way or another.

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

Mmmm I can't remember if there is one that i've always wanted. If I really wanted something, I probably either wrote it out in a fic before, or I'm waiting for someone to hit me up on it. There was the one wishlist thing of were-pomeranian Haru and I did get a taker- even if they did leave the RPC not long afterwards- I did still get to try it out. So I did get it lol

♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?

I'll make things work. Watch me. I'll find a way. I did a Demon Haru verse once, don't test my powers.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Probably night as i'm usually most awake then. Afternoon is also good for the weekends, because otherwise i'm at work. I don't do so well in the mornings because i'm sleepy.

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

Mmm idk, i'm pretty open to most things, and the wording makes it sound like I'd have to choose something I haven't actually done. I've done a Demon Haru, I've done a princess Haru, I've done a Yakuza heiress Haru, Varia Haru, Haru who got blasted into the past Haru, Werewolf Haru, Pirate Haru, did try a Pokemon trainer Haru, an AU of Haru never having met the Vongola but still somehow got affiliated with the underground anyways Haru, Edo era Haru, Black Blood brothers AU (which is basically a vampire Au), Spy Haru, and probably more that i'm forgetting off the top of my head right now.

So idk, I guess some other genre that I haven't really tried is if she was a different entity, like a spirit. Now that I think about it, I think I did conjure up an idea of a Dragon verse before. Yeah- idk. I can't think of a specific fantasy AU i'd like to try that I haven't already dabbled in before.

☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

Ehhh I'm pretty tolerant of many things, and if I have an issue with something, i'm one to speak up about it and discuss how it can be amended so I can continue.

IF I'll drop a thread for some reason, it is likely that I dropped the mun themselves. They probably did something that royally upset me.

Other than that, the only other thing that would actually make me full stop drop a thread on the spot: give me a 2 word reply. You'd think i'm joking, but I had a partner who only gave me like 2 word responses and it KILLED me.

✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours?

I like to read manga/manhwa/manhua a lot. I used to like singing a lot, but I don't as much anymore because I feel self-conscious about neighbors hearing me. I suppose occasionally collecting art from artists is also a thing that I do now.

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

LOLOLOL you bet! I'll admit that I loved the novels from a certain writer whose novel was made into a live action not long ago, but there was a massive thing with doxxing, hacking people's accounts, threats, verbal harrassment, etc going on from the EN and CN fans and it made me SO SICK that I've left an entire fandom because of it.

The sad thing was, the fandom that I was in was for one of her earlier works and it didn't have nearly as much attention compared to some of her later works. I got harrassed for a ship and I'm full of a lot of resentment for the series and a lot of things surrounding it.

Don't get me wrong, the series were great and I enjoyed them, but my experience with bad fans and being harassed sucked all the enjoyment from me. I'm happy for people who can love the series and enjoy their time in the fandom. I, unfortunately, did not.

#Parallelroutes #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask! #Neo speaks

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​ asked:🎤 → voicing their insecurities (wOULD HE THO)

encounter my muse in a scenario  🎤 → voicing their insecurities

   Alcohol has never been something Dottore has ever been particularly KEEN on. It dilutes the quality of thoughts and behaviors, rending work pointless for several hours at best and many hours at worst. Factor in side effects of experimentation that increased resistance, and the second harbinger was not one to be seen bothering to drinking nor BE drunk or even close to it. (That, and he rarely left his lab or private quarters so seeing him at all could be a challenge.) But that did not mean he wouldn’t partake on OCCASION when he was left alone.

   It burns, and he’s never found the appeal of the sensation, but neither does it particularly bother him. It simply is. Just like it simply IS that Pantalone is walking into the room as he takes another long drink from the bottle to drain the last of it like the one earlier. Everything was hazy to think about, but he’s quite sure he didn’t forget anything that would warrant the unexpected appearance. He NEVER did on the rare times he drank for exactly this reason. So no one would bother him. He clicks his tongue, but his tongue feels heavy and weighted in his mouth as he head falls back against the chair.

   “  You certainly can smell OPPORTUNITY, can’t you? Like a shark can smell blood in the water. Did you know some sharks can can smell blood up to a quarter of a mile, or four hundred meters, away?  “  Dottore remarks, eyes closing to hide his infernal gaze away from prying gold. Like honey. It’s a thought that fits rather well; like mora, but also like honey, luring people in to trap them unknowingly in the sticky sweetness they perceive.  “ Come to pick my brain clean of what I might divulge like this?  “  He chuckles, but there’s an ODD, albeit subtle, higher tone that bleeds into the sound that warps it in a way it usually isn’t, metal pushed near its brittle point. Even steel can eventually fracture.

   Dottore pushes his chair back, giving little regard to how it scrapes against the wood as he stands up, a gloved hand keeping a careful grip on the wood. He should shut up and see what Pantalone wants, or see if Pantalone decides to just leave. But does he believe he would? ...No. No, he doesn’t. Pantalone always looks for opportunity for information, and isn’t this just a familiar set up for that silver tongue? Not against Dottore, but with drunk fools who will spill information and secrets they normally wouldn’t. It’s a thought that had red eyes simply staring at Pantalone for a moment, blank. He’s a damn fool. It’s there, that bubble of laughter that bleeds and shakes his body, but it it isn’t funny and it isn’t happy, and is (vexingly) more akin to BETA or the younger segments than Prime. But Prime was OLDER than Beta, at least in the timeline of the original Dottore’s life, it was natural that aspects of younger segments would still exist in an older segment and not vise versa.

   “  You know...  “  He rasps, abruptly swinging his gaze to focus on the empty bottles sat on the edge of the desk as he leans back against the front of it. “  You do it too. Keep me away, at bay. Like something to be kept to the edge of a forest. Though, the edge is closer than others allow.  “  A gloved finger rests against the rim of the bottle as if to shove it off and watch glass shatter into thousands of shards against the floor, though he does not actually do it. It’s an unprompted comment, sparked by nothing in particular other than the chaos of Dottore’s mind. Why did he say that? Dottore frowns for a moment as if in deep thought before looking to Pantalone.

  “  What are you here for? If its business, I’m rather afraid to say I’ve taken the evening off for once.  “  Well,  midnight wasn’t exactly evening but no matter. The point still stood. He gave a tired exhale, eyes sliding close again. “  But if you want a drink I have a few different bottles around. Help yourself.  “  A gloved hand gestured to a few unopened bottles, all of high quality. 

#bogachs #so the answer is no but yes but no #not without some sort of influence even tho he's not drunk #but will say it just not blatantly #alcohol tw #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ lips stained in the violence of love ❜ ( bogachs | pantalone )

[muraenide]

☠♥♢⚜☀☢❀❥♒❣ drops these and rubs my hands like that one evil raccon gif, spill the tea <3

the salty af munday meme

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

Answered here!

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Getting to know someone, who shall not be named, blocked me and my friends and then they make a post accusing us for numerous things that I didn’t even know we did, and then threatened all their mutuals that if they interacted with us they’d be blocked 😃 

It’s all because of a ship they didn’t like. It was also my second day on that blog and I’ve legit have no idea what’s going on. It originated from this other mutual who is also shipping that ship and generally follows everyone, so when people saw that ship they started the whole witch hunt. I was sleeping at that time and when I woke up the dash turned to hell. Had to ask my friend what’s going on and turned out it was because of that ship (IM me for details!)

Apparently the same person also made an excel with all our urls + other people we don’t know and shared it around so everyone can block us. I only found out about that excel (and the whole story) through another mutual only like 6 months later and by that time I don’t care much anymore. You can call me whatever <inserts problematic label> and I’d say OK, you are absolutely right, have a nice day! 

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

I don’t mind not practicing reblog karma as long as someone isn’t like, rbing 10 posts off my blog at once. But that’s different from feeling like you’re outright being used as a resource blog, which in case I would just sb. So far no one has rb anything much from me though, but that might be because I don’t rb much either 🙈 It also depends on the meme... When it’s just a headcanon/munday/opinion meme then there’s no reason not to send any. If it’s IC memes then it’s understandable that you might not find one of the options that is fitting for your muse and theirs, so its ok not to send any.

⚜ How many people do you not like?

A lot. 😭 And since I hold grudges I tend to remember them forever. I usually just avoid them though. If they’ve done something toxic or evil to other people then I’ll most likely have them blocked. But if I don’t like them for petty reasons that’s just a personal thing, I don’t block them, I simply don’t interact with them.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

I’m running out of pet peeves that I’m willing to put on the dash 😂 Okay this only happened to me twice here, but I find it annoying when you put so much of effort into writing a long reply and your rp partner does not appreciate it. It makes me not want to write longer replies anymore and just half-assed something until we’ve established something more solid so we can be sure both sides are invested.

When you’ve been mutuals for a long time and there’s no signs of interest or interaction. I understand that people can be busy but neither of us are mind readers. An occasional like on posts or an ask or an ooc post to show that interest is still present is nice sometimes.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

The karma is a b1tch trend. I feel like this typically occurs with villain muses. Your muse did something bad in canon so you’re supposed to feel guilty to mine now and feel sorry and has to immediately redeem yourself! I think that’s not fair in rp, especially when we have plotted nothing, my muse hasn’t done anything to yours yet but your muse is demanding retribution without giving mine a chance or, like, ask the mun for an opinion?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

asjkdhas A lot of things. I feel like I can list them down forever. I don’t consider it losing my chill, but I can get carried away with topics I have a lot of opinions on, since I hardly write anything too personal on tumblr and/or anywhere else, so that’s not losing my chill but sometimes I forget that I’m talking to someone and keeps going on and on. I should fix that about myself 😭

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

>> ....... Yes. (IM for details). 

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

Answered here!

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

From a scale of 1 - 10, 5 😂 If I’m not tired than maybe 8.

#drama cw #// freya asking all the core questions asjdhas #long post cw #𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ooc.

[sharkssharpteeth]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ About Me ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

“You've got that kind of love I've only felt in my dreams, baby, oh you save me, you're my everything”

- “Good Lookin’” by Dixon Dallas

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Hello! Welcome to my blog, I go by multiple names, but most people either call me Donut or Sharky. I was born in February 2005, so I’m an Aquarius Cock 👍

I’m always happy to talk if you want to shoot me a DM, an ask, etc. If it’s about a fandom or character I love, there’s no telling how long our conversation will last.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Likes:

Horror ♢ sleeping in ♢ collecting Funkos ♢ putting stuff together ♢ listening to music ♢ talking about my favorite series and characters ♢ researching stuff for my muses ♢ car rides (when I’m a passenger) ♢ English (grammar and mechanics) ♢ Cowboys

Dislikes:

Politics ♢ the sun sitting in just the right place to blind ♢ driving ♢ physical contact ♢ flashing lights ♢ loud noises ♢ demonizing people with mental illnesses

Hobbies:

Writing ♢ roleplaying ♢ drawing ♢ playing video games ♢ making edits ♢ reading

Music Artists:

Dixon Dallas ♢ iamjakehill ♢ Panic! At The Disco (old) ♢ Hollywood Undead ♢ Will Wood ♢ Autoheart ♢ Badflower ♢ Alkaline Trio ♢ The Gaslight Anthem ♢ City And Colour

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ Kofi ♢ AO3 ♢ TikTok ♢ Twitter ♢ Tag List ✩°｡⋆˚⁺

Information on my Discord server below the cut

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Welcome to Khonshu’s Grace! This server was made to be inclusive of all characters from every fandom and give them a place in which they can interact. It’s based on the Omegaverse, so it’s probably good to have a basic understanding of the AU before joining, but you’re more than welcome to learn as you play.

18+ due to the presence of adult content.

🎉What we offer:

⪼ Modern Fantasy setting

⪼ Self-Assignable Roles

⪼ Custom Role Colors

⪼ Personal channels/Categories for each mun to use at their own discretion

⪼ A dating app for characters to mix and mingle

⪼ Events

⪼ In character questions

⪼ Partnerships

⪼ Game nights for members

⪼ Option to spectate if you don't want to participate in the actual roleplaying

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ Link to server ✩°｡⋆˚⁺

#introducing myself #introduction #about myself #discord server #omegaverse

[emystic]

❤️◇ for the Munday meme!

the salty af munday meme / Accepting

@alm1ghtysea wanted some salt: ❤️◇ for the Munday meme! ♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? ♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz (I think it's this I'm sorry if it's not the diamond emojis for me looks different for me on the meme thing)

This is not going to be a ragging fest on one person and it's probably not the worst thing, but still something I wasn't down with AT ALL. This old writing partner has done this sort of stuff before and I try to let it slide cause I would DM him about this shit. This is why you don't give people multiple chances sometimes. My side characters and the NPCs in my character's life are not for anyone to control.

My old muse Khianna had a sickly younger brother named Marques, so homie thought it was okay to just put him in critical condition and be close to dying. They always loved to do this my muse to have a situation be used to have MY muse always look like the one in the wrong or the person that needs help in the end. She's yelling at his character to leave her alone, cause that's the meme prompt I gave I think so let's just hit her with "You don't have time to be cold to me and be a bitch, YOUR BROTHER NEEDS YOU." At least ask me if that's okay to do Marques is still MINE.

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz (I think it's this I'm sorry if it's not the diamond emojis for me looks different for me on the meme thing)

Again, I hope this is the right symbol. But it was some odd things that happened before I don't know if I would equate to stealing because I never knew what the intentions were but it was two weird incidents.

One was when my mythos was being reblogged constantly by one person with a Lego Ninjago character they headcanoned as Inuit. Shanice and Iqniq (who isn't here anymore) are Inuit OCs I got and a lot of my personal mythos for them were inspired by Inuit folklore. The keyword is inspired though, it's not actual Inuit folktale facts so I told them that through DMs.

Another one was more recent with my first emystic blog before I restarted with this one. Someone just decided to follow me, like a bunch of my Muli character facts, and then unfollow and I think they even soft-blocked me and I always felt weird about it. Their OC was a purple alien girl just like Muli, but that's the only similar point they had is being not from Earth and associated with purple. Which ain't really unique. I don't know what was the end goal but if they did try to use Muli's image for their own purple alien fuck them.

#alm1ghtysea #opening letters; answered #i still have no clue what the hell was that person deal that just liked muli's shit and just unfollowed me #made me super uncomfy

[fairymint]

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

No, no, and no, by virtue of the things involved makes this a strange concept of question. So the layers-

Felix himself is a self insert, so stealing him is a non-thing in the sense that a self insert blog....would be a different person entirely. Like this is inherent, no matter how similar you may be. Not that I've had anyone try to 'steal' his character itself either. It's a non-issue.

Headcanons are an odd thing to me, as they are meant to be shared in the first place sort of deal? but, if someone takes my headcanon, I consider that a compliment of sorts. I can see how some could consider their plotlines and story sacred, as one might not want everybody inserting stuff into lore without proper knowledge, approval and consent, even if I don't share that same sentiment myself for the most part. But, most headcanons for me are either too basic to claim, or meant to be community involved, for me to object. Moving back on the basics thing, in the grandest scheme and sense of thing is that Originality Don't Real. somebody has done it, or done similar to it, in a sense. A bunch of basics collect to affect people in a unique way, depending on their tastes, needs, and how their day is going, etc.

i definitely give not a shit about icon use, these images are art that i did not make in the first place- only to the extent of editing, if i did even that much. i make no claim on them, use the same ones to your heart's delight. But also, icons are not the end-all be all- I love them, and they can tell a lot, but on the flipside feel that you should be able to do your reading and writing outside of them as well!!! they should be supplemental. faceclaim/icon doesn't tell you everything about a muse. if the faceclaim has blue eyes, and the rp reply directly describes purple eyes, you fail if your response to that reply references their muse having blue eyes. if you misgender a muse whose pronouns are used directly under based on what gender you 'think' the muse looks like-or describe the wrong skin tone for manga iconed characters- yeah same thing, you get the gist. There is nothing stopping you from taking icons of a canon character and making an oc like Maverick the destroyer with a pokemon team of a subversive theme, and rping like that. if anything, it's interesting seeing how muses of a shared faceclaim can differ or not! if you really need to, playing with hues and other color edits in photoscape x's batch editor can give you an edge in options, but don't be afraid of that shit with me. not counting the fact that felix himself 'swaps' faceclaims constantly, shhh shhhh, it's the aquarius and adhd in me-

#ask. #munday. #long post. #like...fjkdjkd any attempt would be either a bully or flattery. maybe parody. but like? so fucking what???? #don't steal people's hard work i guess but. do i work hard? debatable. sometimes i am oft a lazy bitch

[more-than-a-princess]

@awesomeuchuu asked: ♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

Salty AF Munday Meme - accepting!

Hmm...yes and no?

I have had some of my icons swiped for various things, at least for when I check my muse's tag but I don't really let that bother me. As far as headcanons go, I don't usually follow blogs with other versions of Sonia unless they're a multi and said multi is writing another muse with me. I don't follow single-muse blogs featuring Sonia at all: for one, I'm just not interested in a twin verse and two, I'd like to avoid any potential 'you stole my headcanon!' because, by coincidence, they saw something on my dash or vice-versa.

What I do run into are muns who just don't like my headcanons or how I write. In particular, the focus I put on Sonia's talent: developing her skills as a princess, how those skills and expectations impact her life, developing her family dynamics and their importance, etc. I believe there are some fans who would prefer a sillier, lighthearted, low angst and drama version of this muse, but that's not how I want to write her. I try to incorporate some aspect of royal history as well as fictional royal and rich/privileged people portrayals and resources to give Sonia, her family, and her life a little more credibility.

Danga.nron.pa, in general, kind of sucks at fleshing out most of their characters into something that isn't solidly silly or riddled with overused tropes (you ever want me to rant about DR in length? Just prompt me with Sonia's Free Time Events in DR2. I absolutely detest them). And I'm just more interested in making those talents and those experiences, canon Despair or Non-Despair, a bit more believable. Even if it throws a wrench in the sorts of interactions some muns may want to have with my Sonia.

No one hates DR like members of the DR RPC/fandom and this is fact

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess msuings #awesomeuchuu #(Salty AF Munday Meme) #(Not quite the answer to the exact question but it's the best I can come up with) #(The thing is: I like the premise of DR. I like. in theory. a lot of the characters and situations presented in the series) #(I just don't like the execution of most of those things -pun intended!-)

[adventuresinqueue]

☄ — Some people say that Aribelle Mauwe could be Lily Collins’ doppelgänger, but is really a 33 year old Social Worker & Writer. They mainly identified as a Bi-Sexual Cis-Female , and described to be wise, stubborn, loyal, & protective .

TAGS ➾

Wanted Plots  ||  Photographs  ||  Conversations  || Musing/Aesthetics  ||  Relationship Page

■ . B A C K G R O U N D . ■

Not everyone is blessed with a loving family or a family period - Aribelle experienced both. When she was born, her father walked out on her and her birth mother, and when she was two years old, Aribelle’s birth mom decided she couldn’t do it on her own, so, Aribelle was left on the doorstep of Crescent Orphanage. Ever since she was three years old, she was bounced between foster homes. Apparently, she was too high-strung and needed more work than most babies, so her foster parents always claimed. By the time she was 17-years-old she had given up hope that she would ever know the true meaning of family and loyalty. Although Aribelle’s social worker refused to give up hope for her, one last foster home had three other children in their home, one Aribelle’s age and two younger. Aribelle was hesitant, and at first, so was the foster family, but they all decided to give the other the benefit of the doubt. What did it matter, honestly? In a year, she would be 18 and considered an adult. She excelled in school and wouldn’t have an issue getting a scholarship to a good college. Thus, she only had to put up with them for just one year. Things were rocky with her foster family for a bit, and it was only the stages of walking on glass around everyone - testing the waters and getting the feel of the household. After eight months of being in the home, Aribelle wasn’t sent back into the system; she felt a bond between her foster family and her growing. None of them gave up on her, and for once, she understood what it was like to have a family to stand behind you. They gave her tough love when she needed it, but most importantly, they accepted her. Aribelle has always been a smart alec, a high-strung smart alec that rubbed everyone but the Mauwes and her social worker, Dean Bateman, the wrong way.   Within those eight and half months, the Mauwes put in adoption papers for Aribelle, and after another two months, she was officially no longer Aribelle Addison but now Aribelle Mauwe. A name she represents proudly. The experience of being in the system and bouncing around to foster homes helped Aribelle genuinely come to terms with the career she wanted to set out for. With her old social worker’s help, she set out on a path to becoming a social worker herself, wanting to give those kids who would potentially lose hope in finding their own families hope never to give up. There was a family for them all, it’s just a matter of finding them, and it’s a battle Aribelle will take on for any foster kid.

■ . I M P O R T A N T . C O N N E C T I O N S. ■

♢ The Mauwes — Erin and David are Aribelle’s adoptive dads, and Luke, Stacy, and Sam are Aribelle’s siblings. At first, Aribelle didn’t believe anything about this family; she just had a year before she was going to turn 18 and be done with foster homes and foster families. However, every single one of the Mauwes proved that Aribelle needed them. They were the ones that never gave up on her, the ones that pushed her to be the best she could be - the ones who showed her what true loyalty and love is. Now being an official member of the Mauwes, Aribelle would do absolutely anything for her true family.  ♢ Dean Bateman — Dean has been Aribelle’s social worker since she was three years old and never once gave up hope that he would find her forever family. At first, she appreciated him, he was her first true constant person in her life, but after so many years, she lost faith in not just him but herself. Still, that never deterred Dean away. Eventually, he kept his word to find her forever family. Because of Dean Bateman (and her experience within the foster system), Aribelle decided to go down the social worker path. Wanting to help kids as Dean helped her.

#.aribelles post. #.aribelle. #.aribelle photo. #.aribelle convo. #.aribelle musing aesthetic. #.aribelle wanted.

[flokali]

♢ Favorite | Childe

Alternative Title: Yours

Includes: Yandere, Slightly suggestive, Cult, D//rugging, K//idnapping, S/A, N-C kissing SAGAU

Warnings: Slight perv Childe, Yandere, talks of bruises/scares, allusions to past mistreatment (verbal and physical), Childe climbs on top of you and kisses you while ur dr/ugged… so yeah idk what to tag that?

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: closeted pervs, pervs… pervs who’re obsessed with you? mhm… yes, i like that. yes. anyway, i’m working of D.V pt 2 and other stuff but yeah take this for now </3 hopefully this isn’t too messy </3

Intended for mature audiences (17+)

You wondered why you thought you had a chance in the first place – not once since you’d arrived had things gone your way, from the cruel words thrown at you in Mondstatd to the harsh blades that sliced you in Inazuma, ever since you’d arrived at Teyvat things had gone horribly wrong for you.

Now here you were, being chased by the 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia, for sins unknown to you.

You’d stumbled upon the rough edges of Dragonspine and naively ran straight into the harsh temperament of never-ending winter, hoping the ginger would simply let you be but alas, fate had different plans, and he followed you into the freezing temperatures, bow and arrow in hand.

It had been almost an hour of being lost in the hellish winter lands, but considering he’d been chasing you for days – his patience shouldn’t be surprising.

“Stop making this harder than it needs to be, pal,” Childe mocked, his voice was rough as if he was scolding a child, “you got caught, now give up… this is starting to get really annoying.”

“I normally enjoy this sort of stuff,” he sighs, his voice muffled by the softened snow and fair amount of distance you’d managed to gain, “chasing and hunting, but you… God, you… you really messed up. Showing up looking like that, acting as if you had no idea what you were doing was… disrespectful, matter of fact, that’s what you are; disrespectful and ungrateful, acting like a little kid, and that’s coming from me.”

You wanted to ask what he was talking about, scream and beg him for answers – he spoke as if he understood why you were being targeted, almost as if he wasn’t the one with a finger on a trigger waiting for your next wrong move.

Your body felt weak, you hadn’t eaten in so long — you’d been rejected food and water — your body was fatigued, you were hurting and the freezing temperatures nibbling at your exposed flesh didn’t help. For reasons unknown, as most things were around here to you, you didn’t have to sleep nor eat as often as others — being able to spend the equivalent of days without basic needs, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t growing starved and tired.

The Fatui doesn’t stop talking, he had nothing to worry about — his clothes were warm and his basic human rights had been served, not only was he ridiculously strong but he had every and all advantages over you, from a fed stomach to a good night’s rest and a weapon, you were mere child’s pray to an experienced hunter.

His words were insulting, criticizing your character – which he’d never taken the time to know, you note – to your appearance, the way you moved and acted, nothing was off the table as he tore you apart with words as he waited to rip you apart later.

Is this how you die? — you muse, you decide to tune out his sing-song voice, his words hurt and why focus on more pain when death was basically inviting you over for a cup of tea?

The thought brings tears to your eyes, tears that had been piling up since the day you’d arrive to this hell-hole, you had been home one day – playing games and enjoying life, your life, as pathetic and miserable as it may seem to some, and now you were here; being prosecuted and sentenced for a crime you didn’t even know about.

The people you’d helped, stupid, brainless string of code and characters in your stupid, time-consuming game that didn’t offer any real life consequences (that shouldn’t offer real life consequences) turned their backs on you and left you to die a slow and painful death. How pathetic.

This is how you die — you think, certain of your impending doom.

You were crying, all of your strength now concentrated in your shaking form, tears now streamed down your face – you didn’t notice too busy in your worn self pity to realize, but the harsh temperatures further dropped with the evidence of your sorrows running down your face, with every tear the mountains seemed to weep alongside you; snow now fell at a more frequent pace echoing the water dripping down your face.

“What did I do wrong…” You ask the skies, no longer caring to hide — it was inevitable that he’d find you. Your sobs grow louder the closer he gets and the quieter he becomes, soon – you couldn’t make out whatever cruel remarks he was spouting, probably busy focusing on the meek sounds escaping your weakened body trying to get this over with, he was enjoying your suffering, wasn’t he?

He stops walking (something you vaguely note, too tired to try and escape now), in mere seconds he’s standing behind the rock he’s certain you’re hiding against – all he needs to do is ambush you, strike your chest with an arrow and things would be over with, he’d be back on track to Liyue and off to his next destination. And yet, his hands trembled slightly as he gripped the wooden handle of his bow – he couldn’t bring himself to aim.

But isn’t this what he wanted? He’d asked The Tsaritsa for a longer stay in Liyue for this exact moment, he’d even followed you through Liyue and up until this damned mountain. He would have finally gotten rid of the fake God, the pest that had been making its way around Teyvat making a fool of themselves and everyone around them. He wouldn’t have been so bothered if it hadn’t been someone impersonating you, but that wasn’t the case — the idiot, the absolute bastard, had the balls to make a divine comedy of you and it made Childe sick.

And yet, as he stood above you, only a few steps away, a lift of a finger from ending your life, he couldn’t.

Something deep inside him made him stall, he didn’t understand why until you finally spoke to him for the first time in the almost three days he’d been hunting you like sport.

“At least tell me what I did to deserve this, Ajax.”

Ajax, Ajax, Ajax, Ajax, Ajax, Ajax ,Ajax, Ajax, Ajax, Ajax… you called him by his name.

Ajax.

No one knew his name – more like, no one should know his name, so why did you – some outlander, some weird, demented freak making a mockery of his God know his name?

He let the thoughts simmer in his head; an outlander that knew his name, that knew where they were without even looking at a map, one that navigated the hills and their surroundings like an expert, that had the soil and skies of Teyvat answer their cries, who managed to affect Dragonspine’s weather… you weren’t a freak, he realizes as horror sinks in, and he was the bastard.

He was the bastard that was about to kill God.

The realization comes to him and he almost drops to his knees, as if someone had punched the air out of his lungs, things suddenly made more sense – the reason he was so compelled to follow you, how you seemed to never run out of energy, how things always turned out in your favor even if they shouldn’t, you were God. His God. Of course he’d be moved the way he was, even if his mind didn’t know it, his spirit, his soul did, his body did.

He was about to kill God.

The only thing that had kept him going during his time inside the Abyss, the very thing that gave him hope for a better future, he had chased away and threatened.

You hear the odd sound he lets out – something between a scream and cry, a muddled laugh of pain and confusion – and you’re tempted to look around to see what had happened, you knew Childe was close, so why didn’t he just go and get it over with? Was he… was he mocking you? This had to be an attempt to make this more fun, have you crawl out of your hiding spot so he could pounce on you and kill you in the open so he’d have more space to be creative.

You still want to turn around, after all no matter what you did your fate was sealed — you obviously weren’t leaving the mountains alive, so would it really matter if he killed you against a stiff rock or soft snow? But he beats you to it and bright blue eyes meet yours much to your shock. You feel heart stop.

He doesn’t say anything, whatever episode that had previously consumed him gone, as his hand reaches out and you flinch, instinctively throwing your body back in fear, in hopes he’d leave you alone — his eyes widen and soon fill with sadness but he doesn’t take his hand back, rather, he reaches forward to pull you closer to him, his weapons are nowhere in his person as shaky hands explore you, almost as if looking for something.

He’s hugging you, and unbeknownst to you, while trying to get a feel for your body to see if the familiar warmth he’d feel whenever he acted as your vessel was there; it was, overflowing from your shaking body, further confirming that you were indeed who he thought, who he feared, you were.

“What are you…?” You want to question, your voice comes out barely a whisper above the sounds of wind pounding against the trees.

“Say it again,” he whispers, pulling you impossibly close to his body – effectively shutting you up, “say my name again, please.”

“…” You can’t move, afraid you’d upset him and cause him to shove a knife down your throat or whatever he planned to do.

“Please,” he squeezed you tighter, you choke at the sudden roughness, “I need to know if I heard you well.”

It was a lie, of course, he knew you’d said his name loud and clear, – Ajax, Ajax, Ajax… he could repeat the memory in his head forever and not get tired – with the most adorable pronunciation he’d heard, it was making him feel dirty for the thoughts that flooded his mind in regards to you. You had called him by his name in such a familiar way, a way he’d only heard in his dreams.

“Ajax?” You let out, your body was cold and you just wanted to get everything over with, “I… I called you Ajax.”

“So it is you,” he lets out, a dry laugh coming from his lips, gloved hands grip at your clothed body like a starved man, “hah… you should’ve said something sooner, it would’ve saved us so much time… your highness.”

Completely confused you try to push him off, what was he saying? Your highness? One second he was trying to kill you, then he was asking you to say his name, and now here he was – addressing you as some sort of divine figure? If this was part of his plan to torture you, it must be very effective because you’re soon growing exhausted at the way he’s acting, your time here had been pure and utter misery, and dealing with a two faced man who didnt know if he wanted you dead or close only aggravated you more.

No matter how much you tried to push him off and get him to answer your questions – mote like demands for answers, the Harbinger wouldn’t budge, instead opting to lift you off the ground and carry you. He lifted you without a warning, leaving you speechless for a good while as you try and reason what’s going on, still so caught off guard you don’t even realize you’ve asked him where you’re going until he’s giggling like a high schooler.

Your face might have been hidden under the fur jacket he was wearing, your vision being rendered useless, but you could still hear the smile, the fondness in his voice as he stated what to him must have been the most obvious matter in the world; “I’m taking you home.”

He says it like it’s some sort of joke you’re supposed to get, but you’re left to wonder what it meant as he provided no further context.

He doesn’t let you down, literally, for even a second – making the treacherous journey from your hiding spot to where he’d set up camp with little to no complaints, seemingly deep in thought at what had just transpired in the last hour, you don’t try to make conversations either as your own thoughts consume you.

“I just can’t believe it,” he mumbles, carrying you to what you presume to be his tent, “they had it all so, so wrong… hurting and attacking you, poor little thing. It’s okay, my love, I’ll make it up to you,” he doesn’t seem to expect any answers as he drones on, “so I’m going to heal you and keep you to myself while I figure out what to do with you. Doesn’t that sound nice? Your Ajax will make it all better.”

Oh how lucky he was, meeting and recognizing you before any other man or woman in Teyvat. So what if his original intentions hadn’t been as savory as he wished they had been, the past is the past and you’re safe with him now.

You’re carried inside the tent and immediately handed a bottle of warm liquid you don’t hesitate to down — you hadn’t had a drink or food in days, and even if Childe intended to dispose of you afterwards, who were you to deny yourself of being taken care of, even if it was for one last time.

There was no one around other than you two, you realize – no Treasure Hunters nor Fatui, nor guild members seemed to be nearby. But you didn’t mind, too preoccupied trying to figure out what the blue eyed man could want to do next — you’d accepted your fate but it didn’t mean it didn’t scare you.

It’s not even a few minutes later that you realize you can’t bring yourself to ask anything, your body slowly succumbing to a paralyzed state where you could only feel warmth – while there had been no previous attempts from either of you to talk, Tartaglia too busy buried in his own thoughts to speak to you now and you too scared of setting him off, you realize too late there’s a lot you want to say.

Realizing your now relaxed state (due to the concoction he had you drink earlier on - he knew you didn’t trust him enough to willingly realz around him), Ajax begins to look at your otherwise frozen body, you’re not able to resist as he slowly strips you off your clothes in favor of his spares; ones that left you exposed as he looked over and tended to your wounds, by the time he’s got to use the alcohol to disinfect the cuts on your body you’re inches away from being knocked out.

He was uncharacteristically quiet while assessing your figure, only letting out huffs and grunts when he caught sight of a particularly deep scar or bruised patch of skin he wished he didn’t have to see. He took the moment of silence to think, you must have suffered greatly in the last few months you’d been stranded here – alone, hated, feared, it must have been hellish. The severity of his actions slowly dawned on him, he’d been brash – he hadn’t taken the chance to properly asses you, out of everyone, he should have been the one to quickly notice who you were; he’d been surrounded by imagery and depictions of you for so long, he’d dedicated so much of himself to you and yet, when he stood in front of you for the first time, he acted harshly and like a savage.

His heart aches and he hoped you were as benevolent as he remembered you being, he would work himself to his bones if it meant earning your forgiveness and favor once more.

“I can’t believe they would’ve done this to you, my love,” he finally breaks the silence, caressing your exposed collarbone, a fire now burned in the tent granting his face a gentle orange glow as the sun began to set, “I’ll take you to Liyue where I can heal you better, maybe find a doctor who can do a better job than me, but we’ll be leaving for Snezhnaya soon after you’re better so you can meet… my boss, I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic to finally meet you.”

His voice holds no strong emotion, he can’t bring himself to forgive his actions — he’d been so childish, you probably hated him.

The thought struck his heart cold, you hated him. How was he supposed to live if you hated him?

“I am sorry,” he whispers, finally making eye contact with you, his fingers caressed your skin as if you were made of fine glass, afraid you’d break further if he applied too much pressure, “I acted out, I was stupid, and I hurt you.”

Your eyes were glazed, your head felt like it was floating – but you could still register his words, and maybe it was because he was the first person who’d treated you well, like you were a human, or maybe it was because you were too high off whatever substances was now flowing through your body but you spoke (even though it was too much effort for you to try and say anything too long).

“I… forgive you.” You let out a broken smile, muscles too tired to try anything that looked, well, good but your words were enough for him.

“You’re too kind to me,” he mumbles, slowly intertwining his fingers with your own – ecstasy slowly pumping through his veins as your words settle in, “I’m so lucky to have such a kind God,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, “so let me make it up to you, my providence.”

“Before that though, I…” He pauses, if he took you to Snezhnaya you’d be able to be protected by the Fatui and Her Excellency, you’d help bring their plan to life faster than ever — you’d be able to enact your just revenge with the Fatui by your side, with him as your second in command, however he could always… “I need to make sure I’m your favorite, don’t you think? I still need to make up for what I’ve done.”

God, was he a selfish bastard — but you’d forgive him, wouldn’t you? You’d already forgiven him for being so cruel to you, you’d forgive him for being selfish too, right?

His cheeks earn a sudden pink tint, your favorite; you’d love him, you’d adore him – you’d rule over the land with him by your side, he’d be everything you’d ever need in a partner, in a man.

Once you’d regained your strength, you’d shower him in love, you’d ravage him with gifts, you’d dedicate yourself to him, you might even allow him a chance to worship your body — give him the privilege to explore and devote himself to you like no other had done before. He’d become your most loyal follower, your most treasured creations, he’d become yours. Sure, he would still have The Tsaritsa to serve but when even she worshiped you, she’d understand. He could become a bargaining chip, he’d become yours – your knight in shining armor, in exchange for your help.

There were so many ways he could become yours, he felt a perverted shiver run down his spine.

Hah… he really wanted to be your favorite, to be yours.

They’d all treated you so badly up until he came, he was the first to realize who you were and your worth so surely that allowed him some leeway to cement himself as yours, only yours and only for you.

He slowly climbed above your dizzied body, leaning down to press a soft trail of kisses down your cheeks, his hands still entangled with yours. A soft moan leaves your mouth, earning you a groan from the man, if only you knew how much he had waited for this moment.

“Mmh, ah,” a trail of saliva connects the flushed skin of your neck to his tongue as he speaks, “let me be yours, I’ll…,” a lick is planted near your ear and Childe can’t help but groan at the taste – you were so addicting, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll become your favorite.”

#๋࣭ ancient scrolls #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #self aware genshin #yandere genshin au #genshin impact #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere ajax #childe #yandere #tartaglia #ajax #childe x y/n #childe x reader #childe headcanons #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw noncon

[mxnstersarereal]

All the salty munday memes ◇

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

me: be a dick, or be mean to one of my friends

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

me: uh people forcing me to act in ways i didn’t want to(basically forcing my muse to be someone she wasn’t)

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

me: uhhh… i have no idea.. i’m pretty chill, but i don’t like people dropping our threads without letting me know…

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

me: nope

♚ How many people don’t like you?

me: how would i know??

⚜ How many people do you not like?

me: online or not?? online i guess 3? irl far more

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?

me: mostly yes

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

me: nope

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

me: of course

☼ How long do you stay mad?

me: far too long, i literally hold on to my grudges forever(but as i said i’m pretty chill)

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

me: godmodding

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?

me: no

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?

me: no??

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

me: i honestly don’t know..

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

me: not that i know..

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

me: no

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

me: someone started to call out my friend for being gay and they just didn’t stop, it went so far that my friend deleted her account and i just exploded✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

me: do it if you need to but i don’t really like involving more people than necessarily.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn’t open and accepting?

me: uhm i haven’t met one?

✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

me: all!

✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?

me: i don’t mind it honestly, everyone has a different way of portraying a character and it’s really interesting to interact with so many different personalities

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

me: i mean i like to do it but you don’t have to if you don’t want to

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

me: nope, my real life is to chaotic for me to feel like that for any fc

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

me: i dunno

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

me: obviously, i’ve been jealous of several people

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

me: not much, i started like 2 years ago so i haven’t been at it for long

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

me: i love them all

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

me: not very, but i’m tired. check back in a few hours

#answered

[fatedevour]

♢  —     @frcstwinded​​​​ said: my muse brings your muse a gift //listen, kaeya being nice (for once) is a rarity

nonverbal actions reverse 12. my your muse brings your my muse a gift

   NEEDLESS TO SAY that the sudden nice gesture brings with it wary suspicions. Not that the change from menace was UNAPPRECIATED to say. But nice gestures with no strings attached were a rarity within the Harbingers. Rarer still was The Doctor a recipient of such gestures. So the stillness of a creature spotting something in its territory when Kaeya arrives is not to be so unexpected.

   “  And to what do I owe the unexpected gesture?  “  Dottore inquires after a moment of looking between Kaeya and the bag set upon the counter. Though a GENIUS he was, curiosity was as natural to a scientist as finding pollen was to bees. He sets aside the graphs he was reading to approach the gift and open it to peer inside. And much to his DELIGHT, inside contained some crystals he had been seeking out but had yet to take the time to secure them from the wilderness or arrange a transaction with one of the few merchants.

   The delight does not override the suspicions.  “...Is there something you’re seeking from this and using this as payment in advance?  “ 

   The idea of a GIFT simply being a GIFT is a foreign concept to Dottore. He is not given gifts. He makes trades, and there are gifts given with strings tied to them. But there are no gifts given in the pure since of something given simply to give. Repayment for Dottore fixing up his latest injuries? Perhaps, but it seemed unlikely. Thus it prompts a new line of thought.  Was today a special day? He couldn’t recall anything significant about the day to warrant the gesture. Not for him, and certainly not for the Harbingers or Snezhnaya as a whole. Pierro would never allow for an event of such significance to go unacknowledged for so much of the day already.

  If Kaeya wanted to witness a rare state of CONFUSION on Dottore, then he was most certainly achieving it with something most people would accept without hesitation. He studies it, a gloved hand still resting on the bag in half-acceptance, but also half-hesitation, waiting for the strings to be revealed or requirements revealed now that he had acknowledged the gesture.

#frcstwinded #he really can't just...accept it #he can with some encouragement/insistence #but he is like >.> whats the catch #hes expecting it even if he does appreciate it #just genuinealy cant fathom a true gift #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ experiments take time to be completed ❜ ( queue )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​ asked: 💭 → spaced out, lost in thoughts, remembering the past + 🔄

encounter my muse in a scenario  🔄  REVERSE - 💭 → my YOUR spaced out, lost in thoughts, remembering the past

   It was like talking to thin air. It hadn’t mattered what name or title that Dottore had called out for. Pantalone. Regrator. Vincent. Each call had gone as unheeded as the last, like a call to the dead. Unanswered. Unacknowledged. Maybe because for a moment, all those identities WERE dead in favor of someone else. Someone Pantalone refused to give a name to, someone he refused to acknowledge. Maybe to himself, but ESPECIALLY to Dottore. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen that vacancy when Pantalone was gazing outside the window. Sometimes if he stared too long, or after nightmares had dug their talones in, Dottore would seen that awful blankness swallow the banker alive in its hungry maw.

   And he couldn’t help. Because Pantalone wouldn’t let him. It was like Pantalone entered a vegetative state in these moments. He was awake, but he wouldn’t respond to anything. Not a name. Not a gentle touch of fingers to the cheek or being pulled against his chest. Nothing. If he knew what was happening in these moments, maybe he could do something to help. But he didn’t. He was left to HELPLESSLY wait, whether it was ten minutes or an hour, for Pantalone to start reacting again. He hated being helpless. He hated doing NOTHING but to sit or linger nearby. 

   Yet arguably that was part of the worst part. At least in a vegetative state, Dottore knew if he HAD to, he could force the brain to react though chemicals or SOMETHING. He’d done it for Columbina before. But when Pantalone was first returning to the present and stared at Dottore like he didn’t know him, as if he’d never seen him before....he hated that. Hated that moment when he was nothing but a strange. No fear. No care. Just empty, hollow confusion. Like a hollow statue. And then came that DISGUSTING fake smile of assurance that made Dottore’s stomach turn. He wants to snap and snarl at Pantalone because that was so FAKE. He didn’t buy it for a second.  But it wouldn’t change a thing. Pantalone would just shut down, kick him away to stay far away. Like the village people driving him out of the village for the festivals, Pantalone would do the SAME THING if Dottore tried to pry, even if he just wanted to help. So he could do nothing but swallow that vile anger and wounds and keep it to himself.

   Dottore casts a glance towards their entwined hands, but Pantalone’s grip was loose and unresponsive. He’d seen CORPSES with tighter grips. The thought makes his jaw tighten and he finally lets go to fetch a chair. He gently coaxes Pantalone’s body to sit down, trying to ignore how his lover’s movements were even more robotic than the ruin guards he studied and disassembled. He fetches a blanket, wrapping it around the man to ensure he was warm. And then he lingers, uncertain what more to do.

   He can’t do anything but wait.  Wait for him to react. Wait for the confusion to clear. Wait and wait and wait.

   Dottore turns to search Pantalone’s room till he finds the familiar brush and returns to Pantalone’s side. Gently, the doctor begins to brush Pantalone’s hair the way he’s seen the man do it countless times. From the bottom, slowly working his way up to the top. It will just get messy again if Pantalone goes back to bed, but its something to do. Something to help distract Dottore from how he can’t do anything, from how he feels more distant from Pantalone NOW than when Pantalone had wanted to kill him. At leas that Pantalone had been animate, not sitting like a doll. Dottore swallows, and keeps brushing, but it’s hardly a complex enough task to stop his brain from focusing on how helpless, how lost he feels in these moments.

#bogachs #*drops this into your hands* :) #nothing like feeling helpless #and uncertain what more he can do #just trying his best #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic ) #♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse ) #♢ — ❛ lips stained in the violence of love ❜ ( bogachs | pantalone )

[fatedevour]

♢  —    Anonymous​​​ ​​​​asked: snapdragon (even tho we all know no) and salvia please

botanical headcanons: ACCEPTING

 snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

As you pointed out, we all know the answer is no. He is not merciful. BUT! He can give the ILLUSION of being merciful. Especially when taking in victims of diseases, plagues, curses, etc. to study. He can appear a SAVIOR, if you are strong enough to endure it. Like we all know, he DID manage to halt the progression of Collei’s condition. But if he IS being merciful, there’s a REASON for it. Something he is gaining, whether it is knowledge, materials, or LONG TERM profit like people trusting in him or him gaining access to something he’s after. There must always be a MEANS for it. Even when he is merciful towards some of the other scientists, its because their OVERALL VALUE outweighs a mistake. Until it doesn’t, and then there is no mercy no matter where you LOOK and BEG for.

Why? Because Dottore DOESN’T CARE. He’s amoral. Kill an ant, kill a person, there’s no different to him. Furthermore, he isn’t SWAYED by emotional displays other than potentially ANNOYING him. What is mercy going to do? Why should he care about YOUR problems or dreams? They aren’t HIS.

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ?

YES. Dottore doesn’t have threats when it comes to his work, so in that aspect he doesn’t. Especially since he does like to show off his work. But IF Dottore becomes attached to someone? He gets possessive. But it ISN’T a smothering kind of possession. Dottore KNOWS they are strong and capable, he doesn’t DOUBT THAT. (No matter who it is, they have to be CAPABLE in some way.) He has no qualms letting them do their own thing, doesn’t need to know. He’s BUSY as well. His possessiveness comes with SCARY DOG PRIVLEGES for the other person. Dottore will HOVER or LINGER at request over their shoulder like a BEAST ready to RIP OUT throats if a meeting goes wrong, or to intimidate. Half the time it isn’t even consciously, people just KNOW Dottore and are reasonably AFRAID. But sometimes it is intentional, where he stands close by or intervenes to join if someone is getting TOO CLOSE to who he cares about and he feels that they are a THREAT in some way.

And to any romantic partner, sorry to say you are going to look like you’ve been MAULED given all his teeth being canines. He LIKES to bite and bruise to leave his mark on their skin, even if they’re the only ones who know it is there. It’s his POSSESSIVE OUTLET. And he will disobey and bite where he shouldn’t sometimes just so the mark can be visible (though usually tucked away, it’s not just out there in obvious view MOST of the time.) He’s also not opposed to straight up possessively kissing them or occasional hold. But NOT because he doesn’t trust or think his partner can handle it. He lets them fly, considering all of them are in a DIFFERENT FIELD of interest than he is (and he rarely has an interest). It’s more like a MONSTER snarling at anyone who ACTIVELY starts to make a move if he’s present.  And the best part? Dottore does NOT understand this JEALOUSY. He doesn’t even know how to name it because he’s NOT USED to feeling it. It isn’t very active either, it usually has to be PROVOKED. He doesn’t want to trap a partner, they can go and interact with whomever. Dottore ISN’T paranoid or insecure where he stands with someone, so there’s ironically none of that toxic kind of behavior in his possessiveness. He’s SHOCKINGLY very healthy when it comes to a relationship in THAT aspect. So it’s mostly just. POSSESSIVE BITES/BRUISES and the person having SCARY DOG PRIVLEGES. He’ll gladly take new test subjects and rid you of annoyances, just say the word.

#Anonymous #Dottore unintentionally healthy with that aspect of relationships #its a shocking twist #he's just confident where he is bc no one just LOVES a monster #he trusts in that #but he does like to leave his mark hgdjhfg #good luck so sorry HHJDFG #really his possessive becomes a very deadly weapon he places in his partner's hands #very efficient weapon #♢ — ❛ to my chosen path I am unshakable ❜ ( hcs )