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a little unfair

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Happy Birthday Gorou 🏹

(2022 watercolor)

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zhangjiajie, hunan province of china (photo by Dopa)

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Reblog this to support the selfship(s) of the person you reblogged it from!

Since some days, an indirect showing of support is just a lil easier. ♥

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✨️ Paralogism ✨️ (watercolor series)

Spent my last few nights thinking about the quest and painting non stop x)

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Chef rates this a 6 out of a 100

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Making of my animation 🎬

~ Genshin Impact x Pokemon ~

Just a fun little video I made 😇

Watch with sound here (way more immersive :D)

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Lynette 🐈‍⬛✨️

Oil painting - 24x30cm

She is meant for the Hermit card (once again an idea from the lovely screamingcrows).

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What is he thinking about? ❄️

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Tags: Dottore x OC, modern au, age gap, camgirl sidejob, suggestive, 1.4k

A/N: Hiring a postdoctoral researcher doesn't typically result in both a dream and nightmare-type situation. For Dottore, it absolutely does.

Minors DNI

"One moment-" Dottore grumbled, giving his computer a few light smacks, much to the amusement of his students, "Celeste, it's not connecting to the large monitor."

There was a faint sigh from the corner of the auditorium, followed by the steady click of heels against the lacquered floors. He stepped aside just before he would've been pushed, already hating having to ask for help. But they had already wasted ten minutes while he'd attempted to get the damned setup to work.

"You've pressed-"

"Of course I've pressed 'present'," Dottore snapped, fighting the heat that threatened to rise to his cheeks at the mere suggestion.

It was somewhat satisfying to look over her shoulder and see her struggle as well, clicking around various settings without much luck.

Most of the students had turned to distractions, not that he could blame them, only a few pairs of eyes fixed upon the lectern. Much to his displeasure, the majority were busy with their phones instead of revising course material.

"You have a cat?"

Dottore nearly jumped as Celeste posed the question, confusion flooding his system. What could have possibly given her that impression? And why now of all times-

Blood drained from his face as realisation settled, met not with the slides for the presentation, but his computer's desktop. Before he could properly formulate an answer, she pressed on, "And honestly, naming the folder 'kitty' is too predictable, I'd have expected more creativity from you."

Subdued chuckles from the students confirmed that her voice had been picked up by the microphone, prompting Dottore to swiftly cover it with his hand before snapping, "I have a soft spot for felines, move on."

At least she hadn't been nosy enough to open the folder. Having an employee find the explicit materials he kept was bad enough by itself. Dottore swallowed thickly, peering at the familiar scars that barely poked out above the neckline of Celeste's dress.

Having an employee find explicit materials of themselves on his computer? He should get it transferred to the external hard drive as soon as he got home. It wouldn't matter that he'd gotten them through honest means and long before hiring her, it would be nothing short of a scandal.

"Professor?"

Dottore snapped back to the present, seeing the confused faces of countless students gazing at him. An awkward silence persisted for a moment as he scanned the room, eventually settling on Celeste who had already retreated to her corner. Were he a petty man, he would've been tempted to leak some images just for how casually she was gesturing for him to started with the lecture.

"You," Dottore hissed, barely restraining himself from slamming the door to his office behind her, "will refrain from mocking me in front of my students."

Celeste looked far too comfortable sitting by his desk, already moving pens around as she deadpanned, "By plugging the HDMI cable into your computer?"

It had been two weeks since her first day in his research group. She had been present for a total of four of his lectures. Dottore wanted to strangle her.

"Don't play dumb with me," he plucked a pen from her grasp, pointedly placing it in the middle of the wooden desk, exactly where she'd taken it from. "Reading my personal folder names out loud, have you no sense of privacy?"

He groaned as he sat down, fumbling for the top right drawer in the desk, desperate for one of the hard candies.

"Privacy. On your work computer." The way she frowned when he made a show of taking out a second candy only to unwrap and eat it himself was priceless. It was an expression he'd seen countless times while she focused on taking-

That was a dangerous route to go.

He feigned a cough while she continued, "I just asked a question. You and that weird blonde lady said I should try to get to know people. Besides, cats aren't exactly a controversial topic."

Why did her eyes have to be so attentive? The thought of pretending to own a cat didn't sit well, something in the back of his mind predicting she would call his bluff. But what else could he say, 'I just enjoy collecting and looking at images of random cats'. Somehow, it only felt slightly less creepy than outright admitting the truth.

For now, she seemed to accept his half-hearted shrug and the stack of assignments he pushed towards her.

"Have these corrected and graded by Friday. I have a meeting with the other primary investigators for the first hour, you will be in charge of going through the answers in class."

Dottore drummed his fingers idly as she flipped through the pages, a sense of satisfaction flooding his veins by the time she'd skimmed through them all.

"You haven't given me an answer key."

"Do you mean to tell me that you need an answer key to grade a test at undergrad level, Ms. Beauregard?" Perhaps it was unnecessary, but he couldn't help but let a bit of arrogance into his tone.

Celeste clicked her tongue, unfairly drawing attention back to her lips as they formed a biting response. "Not nearly as much as you needed simple technical support, Sir."

The dark bookshelves lining the walls might as well have fallen all at once and buried him beneath parchment and leather.

A shiver ran down his spine, despite her clear intention to mock him, he was immediately transported back to countless nights alone with nothing but an open laptop in front of him. How many times had he been on the verge of cumming into his hand when she'd giggled and purred out a 'thank you, Sir' when he'd donated?

He waved a dismissive hand at the printed article held in front of him, only barely registering her little 'hmpf' as she pushed up her glasses.

Even worse, it was what she'd called him on the private stream as well. The memory of how sweet she'd looked in the delicate blue lingerie he'd picked, apologising as she struggled to figure out all the straps and ribbons. How she'd squealed in delight upon finding a pair of white cat ears and a tail, going on a small rant about how the placement was all wrong when put on plugs.

Another article was waved off by him, the figures looking downright awful. The results could hardly be impressive with figures as sloppy as that.

Her round cheeks had flushed so sweetly once she realised how long she'd done nothing but talk, adding fifteen minutes free of charge out of sheer embarrassment. Little did she know how delighted he'd been upon discovering that the sweet little kitten had a brain as well.

If he'd just asked to postpone the job interview as soon as she'd announced that her webcam had stopped working... It would've changed nothing. She was the most qualified applicant they'd gotten.

"What then?"

"What?" Dottore blinked at her, unable to keep the confusion from his voice.

"I won't be able to set up an experiment when you insist on using protocols made by others but also disqualify every single suggestion I make." Though her words were stern, Dottore felt himself fighting down the urge to smile, or perhaps even to brush his fingers along her cheek.

The scowl she wore would be enough to kill a man, a far cry from how shy she acted in front of a camera. Most had gone home by now, leaving the room eerily quiet without the constant buzz of people passing by outside the office.

"Ah," Dottore rubbed the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to take a deep breath in hopes of calming his racing heart, "if you're so confident, write your own suggestion and present it at our group meeting next week."

Not an optimal solution, she would have to write the methods section from scratch for any potential paper, and worse still, he would have to salvage her attempt. Either way, it was more work behind a desk. Time better spent going through recent publications or, preferably, doing some work in the laboratory.

Or letting the hand hidden beneath his desk do more than its current frantic adjustment of fabric. To hide any sign of his growing arousal, of course. Not to provide friction.

Hearing the shuffle of paper being stuffer into her back, Dottore let out a sigh of relief as he opened his laptop, determined to get some work done.

Work.

Meaning the way his eyes drifted closer to that folder with every step Celeste took towards the door was highly counterproductive.

Dottore + Celeste masterlist Dottore + Celeste modern au tag

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A little painting I made for the art challenge hosted by the amazing @mina-m ✨️🫐🍓 (theme: berries)

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rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

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~ Genshin Impact x Pokemon ~

Just a fun little video I made 😇

Watch with sound here (way more immersive :D)

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home is any four walls that enclose the right person 🤍

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Happy Webby Wednesday!!!

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It's Albedo day 💛