#DOTTORE MY GOD

[sleepyscara]

good day fatui nation..

dottore had me weak i fucking knew i loved that man WOOF

pantalone is baizhu (THEORY)

pierro is kaeya's dad (THEORY - fight me)

scaramouche is still on top tho ;)

[catscidr]

yall i blacked out and then woke up to this….. what is this…. who was so desperate to have more dottore x y/n that they drew more….. that’s crazy….

[sho0t1ngst4rrr]

I CANT BREATHEEEE BIG DAY FOR ANNOYING PEOPLE FATUI FANS WE ALL CHEERED

[ellalalala]

I'm kind of glad Dottore doesn't remember Scaramouche. Can you imagine the sheer resentment and jealousy Dottore would feel if he found out a mechanical puppet from Inazuma received the acceptance he always wanted in his homeland? By the people and the God of Wisdom, no less? Insanity.

[anrymarystudio]

[fatuismooches]

DOTTORE SUNSET DATE... i would like to point out there's a lil Puffttore in the sky with a heart... i think that's adorable,,

Him admitting his feelings... :3 (marriage soon)

ACCEPTING THE CHOCOLATE BAR AT LIGHT SPEED... you know he loves you if he shares his sweets with you!!

Other random things... *nom* also because i think it'd be adorable for Dottore to actually look forward to spending an eternity with you.

Last one... he went to bed 12 AM sharp 😭

[godbirdart]

AND the shipping doesn't cost the price of the item or more???? THANK YOU I'LL TAKE YOUR WHOLE STOCK

[gum-iie]

artist hard at work

[silvery-orchid]

The funniest dynamic in my mind belongs to Dottore with a darling who absolutely hates doctors but he didn't manage to get you yet.

He tries to manipulate you by giving you expert medical advice? Saying he knows best? You throw an apple at him. Of course. But then you taunt him saying hes not a real doctor anyways but you keep apples and apple flavored things everywhere.

And when the tsaritsa actually requires you to go on like checkups?? You demand 5 other people to be in the room that you trust and dottore has to take the anesthesia swab they use for kids at the dentist just to check your teeth. And then he has to give you bandaids with flowers and cats on them after drawing your blood.

And he gives you a lolipop but you throw it against the wall and leave. And he is just like,,, furrowed eyebrows but admiration sighs and longing and everyone else is just like ??!??¿

[uplatterme]

dottore and his segments fighting over who can sleep next to you. (they all end up squishing themselves for space on the bed so you had to leave. they don’t notice it, so now they’re actually cuddling each other without knowing)

with each toss and turn, a dottore falls onto the floor and snaps his back. rest in peace 🙏

[house-of-daena]

chasing childe through liyue harbor, laughing, lighthearted as you try to tag him and he slips between crowds with practiced ease. cupping your hands 'round a geo crystalfly as it dissolves, conparing the core to the pearls of his teeth. he bites down on it playfully and then spits and splutters when his tongue meets the odd taste of it. slipping your fingers beneath his gloves, teasing at his palm, grinning at the little heart hidden in its design. you wrap your arms around his waist and he kicks playfully as you haul him up, pouting when you set him back down, already insisting that you pick him up again, comrade, surely you can do it? he smiles and the stars are in his eyes, and everything aches, but sweetly.

throwing your quill at zandik. he laughs at you, and you stand, and he stands too, using a book as a shield as you pounce with terrible intent— digging your fingers into his ticklish sides as he cackles. eating a piece of rukkhashava mushroom on a dare and frowning thoughtfully and zandik gets curious and tries it too and spits it out because it honestly doesn't taste very good but you'd felt the need for a touch of trickery. he hisses and cusses as rain starts to fall during an "expedition" (date where you walk outside the city) and you grab his hand and lead him beneath a large, leafy tree and give him a kiss and he flushes a lovely red as he glares at you. he stares at the medical gloves he dons as he dissects a man, trying to see how he ticks and why he stopped, contemplating their story. he thinks about you and huffs, because there had once been a great surgeon named halsted, and he was married to a nurse, and he loved her immeasurably, and there was once a man named zandik destined for great and terrible things, and maybe in another life he could marry you, for he loved you immeasurably. years and years and years and years and years later, there is a man known as il dottore, and he is married to you like he always planned to (old, old paperwork awaiting a signature that'd been intended to be given to you once he graduated rots until it disappears along with the boy he once was) and no matter all this knowledge it does not bring him a step closer to quantifying how he feels. he wakes to another day with you and considers that perhaps this isn't something that The Doctor will ever figure out

YOU KNOW when i think about childe, i always imagine those movie type relationships where they're both so silly and full of energy, n laughing... flash backs of them just on dates, walking through the shore and shit... is so so sweet and romantic and litearally you and childe!!!! its that childish teenage romance thats perpetually in the honeymoon stage of the relationship... it feels so elating to be with childe honestly, but its not perfect as all relationships are. and thats so fascinating about it, u love him so dearly that you embrace his FL form with no fear whatsoever. you cheer him on with his ambitions, and though you worry, because he will always worry you, you patch him up, cleaning his wounds and wiping off the blood that covered him head to toe.

you're there when the gnawing pain of the abyss eating his insides and carving his bones as he writes. he used to be alone whenever it happens, thought clinging to his mind like inky hands that stuck, screaming louder and louder- but now you're here, holding his hand through it, humming a tune, fingers gently scratching his scalp and wracking through his hair... liek gydsabijkndlsa. so sweet, like the cute couple you see holding hands and laughing as you pass them by the mall, but you'll never know the boy consumed by eternal void, who will eventually devour you too, but thats okay. thats your boy, n u trust him no matter what.

okay now you're coming in here with a suspicious amounts of dottore thoughts... including him with your usual childe brain rot... hmmm well... this one is so uckgdbsijakds UGH like. stop. dont' ever talk about him ever again bc my HEARTTT

i like to think, similar to you, the time you've spent together in the akademiya will be the highlight of his memories, no matter much time has passed. centuries upon centuries, yet he still remembers the way your face would brighten up whenever you spot him walking out of his classroom, dragging him to a cafeteria and chatting away, not a care in the world if he's listening or not. but he listens—of course he does.

words you say aren't always relevant to his research, or anything really, but he listens, and he doesn't know why. perhaps there's just this certain allure in your voice? general interest to gossip you share? or was it that the time you've spent together has made him so relaxed with you that it just feels wrong not to listen to a word you say when you listen to him ramble on and on about his research? he remembers everything so vividly as if it all happened yesterday.. he has forgotten most of his creations that has been long outdated hundreds of years and yet he remembers every single thing you've done inside your little apartment where you've spent laughing, fighting, crying, and experimenting together, whether it was you kiss him and holding him in your arms, whether it was you cursing him for being a bad lover, whether it was you crying your eyes out and saying that you've missed him n that you finally forgive his sorry ass (he was honestly the worst boyfriend, why did you even forgive him? why did he feel like it was the end of the world when you walked out of the door? why did he care so much? and why couldn't be a better lover to you when you've done everything and anything for him, he wanted nothing more to keep you as his, and keep him as yours for all eternity?).

the more things became different, the more it stayed the same. he likes to think he was much better than zandik. he was not the avoidant lover who was terrified and foreign to your affections, the walls the has built around his heart (that was stupidly humane with it comes to you). he makes sure you've never shed a tear any more because of him, and always, every day he spends you with. because you're by his side, nagging him about not sleeping enough, and now you're dragging him to your shared bed, just with a ring on your pinky finger. and his? he doesn't wear it on his hands. no, no, it was far too precious, it might break from all the concoctions he makes and machinery he builds. it hangs around his neck, safe and sound, hidden from all the danger, while you keep yours on your hand because as for as long he exists, he will make sure no harm will ever be upon you.

dottore was a man of science. he has created a god, machinery beyond comprehension, advancements, cure for what said to be uncurable diseases. he was a man of everything, really. powerful, handsome and unbelievably smart. but oh, love will forever be the only thing he will never be able to completely comprehend. love can be an enigma for as long as it can be, as long as you smile with him, love in your eyes, then he could care less.

[cosmic-chemist]

MOSTLY CREPUS ART DUMP BECAUSE IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM💥💥💥🔥🔥

I probably look insane to everybody around me because of how obsessed I am with some guys dead father that only appeared for 17 panels

[fandombrainrotting]

Now that we know that dottore's real name is zandik, and that zandik means heresy/heretic makes the fact that Pantalone has a ring with the symbol of heresy even more intriguing AND adorable (they are married)

[abyssruler]

dottore x reader but it’s a modern au teacher-student college au, where you’re forced to be his accomplice after you catch your biology professor hauling a dead body out of the school’s lab when you were in second year. now you’re about to graduate and you just realized you’ve developed, ugh, feelings for your crazy but also a total hottie of a professor slash best friend slash partner in literal crime slash the world’s most obvious serial killer. it’s truly a wonder how he hasn’t gotten caught yet — oh that’s right, he has you to thank for that.

“You murder people, but you won’t kiss me because I’m your student?!”

“First of all, I don’t murder people, I study them—”

“And then you kill them after.”

“—And second of all, I’m not a predator.”

“Do I look like a damn teenager to you?!”

[lovesickeros]

thought abt focalors + tsaritsa sagau fic bc it'd be funny as hell to throw them in a room together but now its actually got me thinking a little too much.......similar but only in the barest sense and complete opposites..one of them fearing celestia and the other trying to bring celestia down.

[fatuismooches]

Okay. Imagining.

When Fragile!Reader went into a coma, Dottore hadn't thought to preserve anything about them. He didn't have recordings of their voice. He didn't have pictures of their eyes. He figured that kind of data was useless because he'd always have his assistant by his side at all times. When would he need pictures if he could just look at you? Why would he need recordings when you never seemed to shut up (not that he'd ever ask you to)?

But when you fell asleep, he hadn't realized just how long he'd be deprived of that wonderful sight and that beautiful sound. He thought it would be fine, he'd help them wake up and it would be back to normal... but nothing worked. Before he knew it, years had gone by with seemingly no progress. What color were your eyes again? He was starting to forget. What range did your voice have when you sang? He found it hard to recall.

This is why, when you finally woke up, he had such a reaction to seemingly nothing at all. When you first opened your eyes, he was starstruck by that hauntingly beautiful hue. When you finally spoke, even with your voice hoarse and quiet from misuse, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but gasp for air as his lungs squeezed in his chest. How could he have forgotten? And more importantly, how did he survive so long without this?

As he finally held your hand after what felt like a millennia, he silently vowed to not only find you a cure but a way to make you immortal like him. There was no way he'd allow himself to be deprived of his lover ever again.

MY HEART IS HURTING SO MUCH I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS... this is literally canon bye. Also the sad thing about this is that it could totally happen considering the existence of erosion in Teyvat 🥺. Now I have even more brainrot of this happening to reader too and them slowly losing their sense of self and forgetting him 😭

Sniff... Dottore not bothering to keep any hard data of you because he has the real thing in front of him :( You were always glued to his hip, even if he wanted to get away (he doesn't) he couldn't, always faced with your lovely smile and pleasant voice. Beautiful body and soft touches. And he thinks, the best way to collect data is from the subject itself rather than anything else. Even if he were to preserve you somehow, would it ever compare to your being in real life? No, it wouldn't, and you'd always be here, so if he longed to hear your voice, he would simply go to you and hear it. If he wanted to see your eyes, he would go to you and kiss you to see them flutter and melt. If he wanted you, he would go to you. No need for anything else.

But now, now that this has happened, Zandik curses himself for being stupid. After all, what kind of scientist doesn't keep backups of their data? Yes, the real thing will always be the best, but what happens if the original is lost? Is hurt? Is no more? Zandik didn't think the absence of another person could affect him so much, but it does. You have such an... effect on him that drives him completely mad. His head hurts from the ringing silence instead of your voice that fills it. His eyes burn from the sleepless nights that you are not by his side. After you fall asleep, he writes stuff down, he truly does, filling up pages and pages so everything about you could be recorded, but reading all the detailed words in the world doesn't help him remember the exact hue of your eyes, or the exact tone of voice you used in different situations, or the once-familiar curve of your lips that he can't seem to remember the exact position of. A part of him despises himself for allowing himself to forget, he's the only one in Teyvat who remembers you, but at the same time he doesn't... but that doesn't make him love you any less. He may not remember that stuff... but he sure does remember how much time he spent with you.

Dottore's always wondered how he'd react on the day you finally wake up, he'll be delighted, of course, that goes without saying but would anything else happen? And oh, even he could not have predicted this possibility would occur. Those eyes, that voice, your smile, even while being sickly, you were truly the epitome of human beauty. The way everything about you acts as if he is the only person that matters. When he holds your hand, he feels you squeeze back ever so slightly, and he resolves himself once again. He really can't live without you... never again.

You're really confused as to why he's so attentive, yes there's your illness but that doesn't explain how much he studies you. How he always goes silent and watches you whenever you speak, even about dumb things, when years ago he would roll his eyes at your idiocy. How he likes to stare deep into your eyes without getting embarrassed, which was funny because he always broke away from eye contact in the Akademiya. You may never know, as he's never going to tell you about what he went through without your presence, but right now, he's never going to let that happen to either of you ever again.

I have another hc that sort of relates to this: I imagine Dottore felt indescribable emotions when you finally woke up and uttered his real name - "Zandik." Because really, no one has spoken it in over four hundred years. Perhaps he almost forgot what it sounded like, as he discarded that part of his identity long ago. Maybe he buried it so far back in his mind that he lost it, especially since it carried unpleasant memories. But you, when you spoke that forsaken name again... he truly felt like Zandik again.