ok but what if kylar was beautiful. what if he had eyes that drew you in like the green jaws of a flytrap to an unsuspecting beetle. what if his mouth would curl into a smile, too late, and too wide. what if his eyes, like shards of glass, never truly focused on anything until they found that they could focus on you. only you.
what if he was nothing else but a sickly prince roaming the halls of a rotting manor, waiting in eager anticipation to finally greet their beloved at the door.
or maybe i've watched this video too many times idk
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Dottore with a stoic and buff but absolute puppy inside reader? 🥺🥺
Like on the outside, they have this irritated frown on their face all the time, but here they are forcing themselves into his lap while he's trying to work?? Especially when they're taller than him and it just looks silly...
Picking him up and carrying him around!! (Even when he shrieks about putting him down because it's humiliating) Setting him down onto their lap and squeezing him, nuzzling into him and pressing little kisses all over his face...
They're definitely more brawn than brains... but that's useful for when he needs materials from monsters! Except for the fact that they are eepy. Cat naps everywhere!!! Dottore spots them sleeping on the floor of his lab? He can't walk past them or else they'll pull him down by the ankles and force cuddle him on the hard floor. (It's a wonder they can even sleep on such a hard surface...) They whine and pout about being forced to go out to get materials for him, but they'll do it if it means they get to cuddle later!!
They definitely bug his segments too! They will scoop a few of them up and force them into a cuddle pile (No amount of biting or yelling will stop them) Dottore is also definitely a bit bugged about them being taller than him... (I imagine when he was still in the akademiya, he was very bothered when they grew taller than him..)
His subordinates probably fear them a little bit... considering their stature, and their whole demeanor of looking like a threatening hound personified. But then they see them with Dottore and they're like '???' They walk past him and casually press a kiss to his cheek? They slump over him from behind, pressing their whole weight into him and whining about wanting to nap with him??
Dottore is honestly rather amused at how... submissive they are? So threatening in appearance yet they'll do whatever he says (even if they pout and whine a little about it) especially in bed too... Overall, Dottore still loves them, even if you don't realize they're own size and weight and the fact that they are basically crushing him...
This got so so long, I'm so sorry, but I am full of thoughts and they are overheating my brain 😭😭😭 (Also, have you seen the Neuvillete drip marketing? He is so 🤤🤤 It's something about blue men..)
NO NO DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE EACH AND EVERY PART OF THIS MY BRAIN IS OVERHEATING WITH YOU...
PICKING UP DOTTORE... YES PICK UP THE DOCTOR. I bet the first time this happened was during the Akademiya when he wouldn't leave his desk. So you just, you know. Picked him up. To which he was confused for a split second as to why he was off the floor and then started yelling at you not so-pleasant things to release him this instant!! (You force him into bed and prevent him from leaving with your sheer strength. Zandik has to give up eventually. It becomes a habit of yours anyway because it's effective and funny. He tries to get away while you're sleeping but your arms are very strong)
I love the word eepy tbh 🥺 There's no place in the lab where you haven't slept! You've fallen asleep on a dissection table once and the clones nearly mistook you for a test subject! 😭 You'll have to take some of his accessories off for a nap though lol they're probably a bit uncomfy to lie on.
CUDDLE PILE WITH THE CLONES IM CRYING. They're fighting over who gets to spoon you and who gets to be spooned by you 😭 Who gets to lie on your chest?? Clearly one of the most serious arguments in the lab. And omg YEA Dottore would be like wtf are u serious?? When he sees how you're taller than him. Even after the Akademiya he's quite tall but still not as tall as you so at some point he just gives up being mad and accepts it. The clones are still spiteful about it though.
Another day of reader acting as if Dottore isn't the biggest menace and threat to Teyvat 💖 and another day of the subordinates being scared of both of you but also having to keep an expressionless face when you do stuff like that and somehow aren't killed on the spot <3 They get whiplash when you seem so cold but then turn to all smiles and jumping when you see the mad doctor <3
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I like Hubert in part because he's one of the simpler examples of a FE trope that 3H often tries to subvert or play with in it's cast, and also one of the most well-executed; his subversion is just “sadistic and unapologetically evil dark mage counselor Gharnef archetype, but he's a fully-realized playable character”, which makes for unique dynamics and conversations between him and the rest of the cast in his supports that aren't often seen in other FEs and, when coupled with him being the only BESF member with any amount of self-awareness as to how shitty of a person he is, makes him one of the only tolerable parts of CF and SB.
I was joking with a friend, but Hubert feels like the Gharnef-Brunya/Ishtar perfect crossover.
He is the brains behind Supreme Leader's conquest and will follow his plans no matter what, is the one who bribes/blackmails/does all kinds of unsavory things for his plans/is the canon dark magic user lol...
and yet, he will never aspire to become the head honcho of some group or to resurrect an eldritch abomination, no, Hubert's main goal is to support Supreme Leader, because it's heavily implied he loves her - no matter what that costs him or if he has to close his eyes to reality (Hanneman support!).
That's what I liked with FE16, the new take on existing archetypes, and the role reversal - Red Emperor is female, so Brunya/Ishtar will be male, but he will also be a Gharnef!
Naïve Princess who hates the war and senseless fights and puts the wellbeing of her people above everything, especially themselves (even if those people are long dead!) is now a male prince who becomes king!
Hell, the genocide survivor from a tribe of beings who have to hide else they'll be killed by humans, who is known for their singing, who thinks only the Goddess can set things to right in the world and tries to have them return to the land and the head of what would become an empire is now a woman!
Too bad everything was drowned under gallons of Hresvelg Grey :(
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"I felt bad all the anons have been bothering you... I mean luckily with your magic and whatnot you can avoid their curses, but they still can be a bit much so I figured I'd leave you some actual food and anon spray..."
Nah. I don't care about annoying anons. They're losing their chance to ask something cool.
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I drew a "humanized" DHMIS Colin and I don't think the world is ready. He doesn't have any facial expressions, or eyebrows, or lips, and he doesn't blink. Everyone always draws him smiling and I have no intention of this thing ever expressing any facial movement aside from opening his mouth and looking around. He moves like an animatronic. He's not pleasant to look at. He is very rectangular. I love him.
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First time dad! Sukuna
“This is…mine?”
He looks down at the little wrapped bundle in his arms, a look of confusion etched onto his face. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at the little thing, who looks back at him with equal interest.
Except her eyes are filled with innocence. And they share a resemblance with his. Such a beautiful contrast, you think.
“She is.” You chuckle softly, correcting him, still incredibly tired from the pains of birthing his child. But the sight of the father holding his daughter for this first time was so amusing that you couldn’t help it. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, still fixated on the small…tiny little thing he’s holding. He’s so uncharacteristically gentle with it…like one mistake and she’ll shatter. He raises a finger to her plump cheek, caressing her soft skin.
“Like you,” he finally responds, as the little girl’s tiny fingers immediately latch onto his, wrapping around them. A soft smile forms on his face as he looks at her, then at you. The wonderful woman who graced his cursed existence with such blessings.
He wants to say something, but a strange…slimy feeling of wetness on his finger prevents him from doing so. He looks at the little one in his arms, slurping on his fingers.
“Oh, so you’re a brat too?” He pulls his finger away, and hell breaks loose. He is even more confused now.
“She’s hungry, Kuna,” you pout, extending your arms from the bed, “Bring her here.”
He shuffles closer to you, his hand working surprisingly gently as he hands the little girl to you, and she immediately latches onto your breast as you loosen the robe to feed her.
“Has my appetite.” He grumbles, causing you to chuckle again. He stays for a while, internally swearing at the sight of you and your little girl— that if anything ever even tries to touch either of you, he will rip the world to shreds, and god knows what ends he’ll get to to keep you safe.
“Brat,” He mumbles, one of his hands resting on your head, making you look up to him as he ruffles your hair slightly. “Thank you.”
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