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kaixserzz · 8 months

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The Fox, the Crow, and the Bunny.

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something sweet. dedicated to @idyllic-affections thanks for writing my kaveh rq n this series is inspired by ur acc.. realized i strayed from the real purpose of this fic and made it too long, so just think of it as a 2 in 1 special lol,, (also hi sorry for using dottore he's like my muse and i love writing him) also i hope yall get the meaning of this shit lmao (ref to the scara quest tale)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: strictly platonic/familial, reader is 8 years old, basic dottore warnings, mentions of death, dissecting animals and injuries, implied dottolone (barely), a little ooc but it's canon to me

Dottore's office was once a sacred chamber inside the Fatui headquarters.

While not relatively as pristine as his laboratory, amidst the chaos, there was order. Everything was in its designated place, even though his desk was a nightmare to whoever laid eyes on it (spilled coffee too busy to clean, now dried onto the wood of his table, piles, and piles of documents and papers stacked haphazardly on one another, a disarray of pens and pencils occupying every available niche, and vials filled with who-knows-what dangerously teetering on the edge).

Hazards lurked at every turn within his office, presenting a far-from-presentable façade that seemingly clashed with his position as the 2nd of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. Yet, one might ponder, does the doctor truly concern himself with such matters?

No, not at all. He doesn't have the time to clean everything or keep them in such an organized state. He simply knows everything is in place, and the mess scarcely holds him back (he hires maids once in a while, when the mess gets too much, and in 1 out of 5 maids he hires only makes it out alive).

Yet, what truly imbued this room with a sense of sanctity? For within these walls, he unearthed his genuine solace and tranquility.

In this space, silence reigned supreme. Isolation was his companion, a cherished serenity he embraced. Here, his thoughts danced, inventions took form, and ideas flowed onto paper alongside intricate equations. Occasionally, he'd pass out on his desk and drool all over his papers. This room stood as a shelter inviolable, reserved solely for those few instances of urgency or the presence of a fellow Harbinger.

All other members of the Fatui instinctively bid their time, patiently awaiting his emergence from the sanctum of his office before venturing to approach him. For within its confines, the Doctor was impervious to disruption. No one disturbs the Doctor.

That was before you came along, of course.

The office, ill-suited for a child of your tender years, harbored a minefield of hazards. Within its walls lay various artifacts, concoctions, and intricate machinery, a perilous realm unfit for the innocent curiosity of youth. Regrettably, your presence inadvertently disrupted the serene harmony that had long enveloped this space, unsettling the Doctor who, by nature, dislikes abrupt shifts and deviations from what he was used to.

When you first arrived in his office (he didn't want you inside of it, after all, he wasn't exactly fond of children, but he had no choice) you were immediately injured after stepping onto a shard of glass that Dottore has completely ignored. You tried your very best not to cry for the sake of not irritating Dottore further, but he wasn't very gentle with your wound either.

He took note of keeping his vials away from the edge of his table.

Then a bunch of books topples over you. He puts them into the shelves now, and you helped him organize by using the Dewey Decimal System, to which you had read from a book.

Then, while he was explaining his recent idea (rather enthusiastically) to you, his hand accidentally slammed against his files and flew straight to your face. You also helped him organize his papers.

And then it was cleaning his desk, offering him DIY pencil holders you've made just for him. You've also invented a mug that prevents the liquid inside from spilling (he thinks it was a rather brilliant invention, he no longer has to worry about spilling on his desk).

And then it was putting his rather precarious possessions somewhere else, outside the vicinity of his office and far away from your grasp.

You were very eager to help him in any way possible, and for a child, you quite enjoyed receiving chores. Yet, your contentment was uncomplicated, drawn from the privilege of being granted entry to his treasure trove of knowledge, replete with a limitless collection of books, materials, and tools.

Dottore always thought that you'd be such a nuisance to him once you entered his office and sully the peace he has always known within his office's enclosed haven.

But he didn't expect to welcome your presence at all, on such short notice, too. (Deep inside, he felt a strange warmth in his chest whenever you'd tug on his coat, asking if he needed any assistance with organizing his office. He wonders what it was, though.)

So, here you were, amidst the symphony of pen strokes etching against paper, a solitary melody resonating within the confines of his office.

Contrary to his expectations, the calmness he believed would dissipate upon your arrival had, in fact, been amplified by leaps and bounds. As he observed from the corner of his eye, you reclined on your stomach, legs swinging idly behind you, immersed in a world of creativity. Strewn across the floor, an assortment of crayons bore testament to your artistic endeavors, while he diligently attended to the papers handed by the Fatui.

Then, as if hesitant to break the comfortable silence, you tried to catch his attention with a soft 'psst!', then covered your mouth with your tiny hand to suppress your childish giggles.

The corners of his lips twitch in irritance amusement as he turns his head toward you, his pen on the desk. You broke into a much bigger grin and held your drawing close to your chest, not wanting to expose it just yet. "Hey, Dotdot!" You whispered to him, and he can't help but roll his eyes smile at the nickname you've given him. "Can I show you what I drew?"

Dottore emitted a contemplative hum as if grappling with the decision of whether to engage or remain absorbed in his thoughts. Your evident impatience manifested in a pout, prompting his response. "Well, fine," He yielded, beckoning you forth. You beamed brightly as you swiftly rose to your feet and bounded toward him, your landing generating a muted grunt from him. A steadying hand rested on the desk, enabling him to regain his composure, after which he settled your giggling form comfortably within the space between his legs. "Now then," He put his hands on your shoulder, "What is it you wished to share?"

With another giggle from your ceaseless childish amusement, you gave him the piece of paper. Big, round eyes sparkling against the light of the room looked up at him expectantly. Dottore received the drawing from you, his gaze lingering over its details, drawn into a moment of shared curiosity and wonder.

It was him, and you, holding hands, depicted with earnest effort and the imaginative touch of your youthful artistry. Around you were a bunch of other versions of him, his segments, though you've only drawn five (since they were the only ones who have interacted with you so far). Each had their names labeled beneath them, but Dottore absolutely adores that you've labeled him as 'Dotdot' instead (you've also drawn Pantalone holding your other hand and labeled him as 'Pants', adorned both figures with encircling hearts).

"Truly remarkable artwork," He stated with a smile, his words accompanied by the sound of your jubilant cheers, "This masterpiece deserves a place of honor, a spot where all can admire it. I can already imagine the joy it will bring to the other segments once they lay eyes on it."

"Really!?"

"Of course, I do believe they enjoy your company, little bunny."

As he carefully set the drawing on his table, your inquisitive gaze caught his attention. With a tilt of your head, a gesture he knew all too well, you asked him a question, "Why do you call me that?"

"Hm? Call you what?" Dottore grabbed you gently and settled you onto his desk. Positioned face to face, at eye level, his intent was clear—to engage with you as both an adult and a child, a balance you seemed to relish.

"Bunny! You call me bunny lots,"

"Oh? Do you not like it?"

You vigorously shook your head, "No no, I love it! I get called nicknames, but they're all mean." You furrow your brow as you reminisced, pouting at the awful memories. But then you broke into a big smile again, "But yours is new and cute! So, why do you call me that?"

Dottore's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth, a sight that enthralled you. Your hands instinctively moved to his cheeks, your eyes filled with wonder, and he welcomed the touch wholeheartedly. "Ahh, ever so curious, aren't you, little bun?" He teased playfully, giving your nose a gentle boop! with his finger, and your giggles were a delightful response. "You see, I call you bunny because you embody its spirit—small, swift, and an endless source of vibrant energy.

You also love to hop onto people a lot."

"I love giving surprise hugs! I'm too small, so a jump, so I can wrap my arms around them a bit higher!" You huffed as he chuckled at your explanation. "What are you, then? What animal?"

"Oh? I've never thought about what kind of animal I'd be... Hmmm..." Dottore mused for a while, his expression thoughtful. Eventually, he arrived at a decision. "A fox, I think. Crafty, shrewd, and sly. A creature that prowls with a purpose and possesses those distinct, sharp teeth." As he said that, he grins once more to show his sharp teeth, then lunges for your finger, mimicking a bite, prompting you to gasp and pull back with a joyful squeal.

"And speaking of bunnies..." His tone took on a mischievous edge, causing your eyes to widen in anticipation. Suddenly, he swooped in, grabbing your legs and lifting you high into the air. "I might just gobble you up!" Dottore's playful pretense of chomping down on you elicited a cascade of laughter from you. You pushed at his head, trying to escape his 'gobbling' jaws, your legs kicking playfully as you enjoyed the moment.

"I don't think you're a fox, Dotdot!" You quipped, retaking your seat on his desk. Playfully swinging your legs, you mused aloud, a soft humming accompanying your contemplation.

Dottore raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Oh? And what am I in the eyes of my little bunny? Perhaps something more fearsome?" He inquired, looming over you in an effort to intimidate you.

Instead, your eyes lit up brightly, and you joyfully clapped your hands together. "Oh, I've got it! A crow!" You exclaimed with a triumphant smile.

A bemused frown replaced his grin as he processed your unexpected response. "...A crow?" He echoed, clearly puzzled by your choice. "Of all animals?"

And you merely smile at him, giggling at his confused reaction, "Mhm! Yeah! A crow that talks on and on and on." Your hands followed your words, almost hitting him in the face, "A crow that is death and prey over rotting corpses, but a crow that saved me! I thought Dotdot was an angel, but angels don't have black feathers, scary smiles, or red eyes."

Your words painted a vivid picture of your perception, a whimsical and deeply personal perspective on his nature. Dottore nods along, intrigued, as you rambled your thoughts to him, not even chastising you for grabbing the beak of his mask and playing with it.

"You're a crow! You're very smart, and clever, and creative! You're scary to other people, but not to me! I love corvids, I used to feed them bits of animal after I dissect them, and they always bring me something shiny. They were my only friends, and now you're my friend too!"

He doesn't understand the gentle warmth that began to unfurl within his chest as he remained attentive to your words. While unfamiliar, this sensation wasn't entirely unwelcome... "I beg to differ, my dear bunny. I am unmistakably a fox,"

"Then you're a crow pretending to be a fox!" You pout, stubbornly crossing your arms. "I think crows are way cooler than foxes. They can fly! Plus, you can't call yourself a fox when you resemble a crow more than a fox!" You pointed out, a triumphant smirk on your lips.

Well, you do have a point. He does wear a beaked mask, coupled with a bird-like shoulder embellishment bedecked in exquisite black feathers.

"Should I then consider donning attire that better befits a fox?"

At the notion, you fixed him with a mock glare, your cheeks puffing out in an adorable display of discontent. "Nooooo! I prefer Mr. Crow!" you protested with a playful whine, punctuating your words by delivering gentle punches to his shoulders with your tiny hands.

He chuckles at your small tantrum, and he swiftly gathers you into his embrace. Your arms naturally encircled his neck as he rose from his seat, carrying you toward the door, your precious drawing clutched in your hands. "Very well, very well, my dear Mr. Crow it shall remain," He conceded with a playful tone, his steps filled with an easy camaraderie.

Victoriously, you shot him a smug grin, to which he rolled his eyes at.

"Do you wanna know something, Mr. Crow?" You mutter in his ear as he walks past one of his segments.

"Hm? What is it?"

You made sure to whisper it very quietly, hoping the other segments won't hear you. "Between you and me, I think that your younger segments are like rats!"

He didn't know what came over him, he released a hearty, resounding laugh, its volume surprising not just you but also the other segments who happened to be present, each momentarily taken aback by their own affairs. Such an outpouring of mirth was rare for him (only when he was inside his dark, cool lab, alone with experiments).

A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you grinned widely, his laughter infectious as you burst into a fit of giggles. It was a scary laugh, maybe it was just naturally like that, but to you, it sounded very happy. "They bit me once! I was just poking their face."

"Perhaps give them a treat before you approach them," He says, calming down as he continues his trek toward your room. "This gesture might just soften their demeanor."

"What, like cheese?"

"Oh, little bun, that'll drive them even more mad once they found out you called them rats."

You share another grin with him, finding a cozy spot to rest your chin upon his shoulder in contentment, "Good! I think they're funny when their faces turn red."

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#favoniuslibrary #˚₊໒🔪꒱kai writes₊˚#˚₊໒🩹꒱kai's series:JLM.₊˚#╰┈➤ il dottore #dottore x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #il dottore x reader #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #this is my form of mega copium #uhghghg RGAHGHH #i have so many ideas #make it angst #i wanna take care of dottore too tho :(#i want to give dottore an adult figure that cares about him #protip: if ur sad just think of your fav character as your family relative and it doesn't matter if they're older or younger #:)

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keferon · 2 months

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Starting to consider doing really shitty drawn animatics. God knows these robots take too long to draw to be effective or humane for animation..

#I have so many ideas #help #but I keep just abandoning them because I don't have enough time and energy to draw all those c u b e s properly #wanna do some bad animatics #I mean “don't give a fuck about proportions” kind of bad #“little arrows expressing the motion” kind of bad #I'm tired #I drew half of the animatic about Deadlock and Wing and I'm really to combust #after all no one really seems to care about those animatics even if they're pretty haha #okay no one exept one person #I should be sleeping but I can't stop thinking about making Megatron singing villain song don't mind me

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alicedrawslesmis · 2 months

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when I make my les miserables minisseries with BBC budget ooooh just you wait. just you wait

#i have so many ideas #I didn't steal all of them from shoujo cosette. just some.

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gotogull · 7 months

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Ancient Knight

#kirby #galacta knight #galacta knight gijinka #kirby gijinka #gull #I should just write my own comic and use these designs #i have so many ideas #like using the setting that one shit post I did #about the Kirby death zone part of space #and like it would be about the halberd crew coming together #under a different name of course #axe and mace knight would have to be the protagonist #Galacta knight is the inciting incident #ok insane rambling done

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pearlynia · 4 months

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I'm gonna become an artist just so I can draw dead gay wizards.

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sourpatchys · 7 months

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Daryl falling for you would include.

Daryl isn’t usually afraid to say what he wants to say, he isn’t afraid to start a fight if need be.

Negative emotions aren’t anything new, but the positive feelings— those terrify him.

Daryl would not be the first person to make a move. At least not in a romantic sense.

He would start giving you extra care, not enough to rise suspicion, or enough to make people take much notice— just enough to make himself content.

He would always make sure you had the nicest blanket available, always taking note of the textures you were fond of and keeping one you’d like put aside.

He never told you that’s what it was for. He didn’t even really give it to you, he just sat it down next to you when you weren’t paying attention and walked off.

It was your favorite blanket, and you started keeping it with you in your pack. He may or may not have prided himself on that.

When it came to food, he’d keep a close eye on what he knew you liked best. If he happened to find nuts or berries he always gave you the first share, especially when he found a patch of wild strawberries— because he knew they were your favorite.

You tried to get him to stop smoking once by getting him to chew on sour grass when he got the urge. He never stopped, but when he knew you were around he always kept some on him because he didn’t want you to worry.

Worry. That’s all he did when you were concerned.

Sure, he worried about everyone else, but something about you had him on his toes. He hated when you went on runs without him.

So when you showed interest in his bike, he took you for a spin immediately. And luckily— you decided that was your favorite way to travel.

It scared him honestly. How he felt for you. It wasn’t anything like he’d experienced before.

He’d had partners in the past, even some flings. He didn’t know if it was because of the end of the world, or if it was just you— but it made him feel a way he’d never felt.

He hated when you killed walkers.

That wasn’t something he ever thought would be an issue. He hated those undead bastards.

Knowing there was the chance you could get bit or scratched— it shook him. He decided he hated that even more.

If he couldn’t be there to make sure you weren’t dead or dying, he’d ask Carol to “keep watch”.

She knew what he meant. Even if he never said it.

The first time he held your hand wasn’t very romantic.

Saving you from being crushed by a falling ceiling didn’t really call for romance.

But sometimes he could still feel the warmth of your hand on his— and that’s when he started to realize why he felt such a pull towards you.

He started to push himself away after that.

Self deprecating thoughts were always his downfall.

You wouldn’t accept it though. You always went out looking for him.

He was your favorite person after all. You’d realized your feelings towards him much faster than he had.

Your relationship never had a title, he never asked and neither did you.

It simply was.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #fanfic idea?#would anyone read it #the unspoken bond trope is probably my favorite #i have so many ideas

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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Only thing that had Tonowari hesitating from claiming Spider is Ronal as his mate hates humans, but she'll take one long look at Spider before turning to her husband, "If he is our son, he needs a Metkayina name."

Like Spider will assume this woman hates him like Neytiri does only to be very confused (and a little scared) when Ronal just picks him up like a fucking toddler and walks away with him to her family's Marui pod.

She'll next to nothing as she scrubs off his old blue stripes and paints new ones in Metkayina patterns and in a colour more similar to her skin tone that the Omaticayas.

Tonowari won't say he disapproves of jakes parenting style of the boy, but he will think it, and Ronal knows, oh does she know. He's always checking on the little human, going out of his way to find foods he can safely eat, showing him shows of affection and care she doubts the boy even understands (he does and it's breaking him), and the glares he sends at jake and the family (he gets it, they're hurting, it's not their faults that the sky people did what they did them, but it's not spider either).

honestly, she even starts to look at the boy herself, and he makes her sad, not angry. he tries so hard to be one of them, to be na'vi., he tries so hard to not be like his kin. she see's his desperation to bond with an ikran or ilu, how he swims around the spirit tree focusing as if he can feel the great mother, she sees how he wears the blue paint like a second skin, or how he hides from who he should consider his mother (who she considered his mother till she saw the fear on the boys face whenever she's around), and it makes her feel the need to protect him from the world, just like she wishes to protect her own children.

so when she sees tonowari biting his tongue around her whenever the boy is brought up she agrees, she doesn't even say to what, she knows her mate will know exactly what she means.

"I will not call him spider, not for very long at least, he gets a new name... and new hair, he needs no ties to that past life of pain." is all she says before she goes about her day.

tonowari is more then pleased.

#i'm gonna do more with this I swear #I have so many ideas #ficlet coming soon #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #spider avatar #avatar spider #ronal #ronal avatar #tonowari #metkayina #that boy will be loved aggressivly #he's earned it #and don't mind me working in my spider hair acting as a tie to his life of pain neglect and forcing himself to fit in headcanon #spider tonowari'itan #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

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shinhoebakuhoekitten · 1 year

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I cannot get the idea of roommate Shinso, who has a smaller but loyal group of fans that he streams his spicy content to. The only catch is you don’t know about it and he only streams when you are out of the house for hours.

You were supposed to be at work but was first cut from your waitressing job and you were unexpectedly home a few hours early. You quietly enter your shared apartment, never knowing when your insomniac roommate was asleep or not.

You begin to knock on his door softly to signal that you were home early but before your knuckles make contact with the wood you hear a deep voice that you had never heard before.

“Mmm kittens, I don’t know if these donations are enough tonight to actually see daddy’s cock.”

Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s Shinso that is laying it on so thick. You had never heard your roommate like this before.

When you had first started rooming with him two years ago he was so quite that you weren’t sure if he ever actually talked. It wasn’t until months of hanging out as friends that you realized he was just a reserved guy but when did talk it was usually quick snarky quips that made you belly laugh.

Coming back to reality you placed your hand on the doorknob and realized that the door was not fully closed and had actually stopped right before shutting. You placed barely any pressure on it, allowing it to open just enough that you could see a sliver into his room.

There was Shinso, shirtless with light grey sweatpants on that were so low on his slender hips that you could see the beginning of his purple happy trail. He had worn his hair in a low ponytail and it was obvious that the camera on his laptop was only pointing to his lower abs and the huge bulge in his pants that he was slowly stroking through his sweatpants.

The sounds of donations started spilling in after he said that, making Shinso grin as he continued his slow strokes, showing that he had a way bigger cock then you ever expected from your roommate.

“That’s what daddy likes. Maybe you kittens do deserve to see my cock.”

Shinso didn’t tease his audience much longer as he began slowly shimming out of his low hanging sweatpants. You quickly realized that he was not wearing any underwear as his cock came springing upward once it was freed.

You tried not to gawk but you couldn’t believe how pretty his dick actually was. It was an average length of about 6.5 inches, but it was the thickness that made you ache with need.

You knew he would stretch your pussy in all of the right ways.

As you stared you realized just what you were doing, and you did not want to get caught. Without a second thought you walked quietly to your purse and exited the apartment as quietly as you could.

You knew you could not enter the apartment until Shinso expected you to because you never wanted him to know that you not only had seen his cock, but that you really liked it and wondered what it felt like in your mouth and nestled between your folds.

#might make this into a series #I have so many ideas #shinsou x y/n #Shinso smut #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou

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