DOTTORE REQUEST TIME!!!!!!
i may be projecting a bit here but what abt….. a reader who is ill but has an intense phobia of anything medical related, sort of like a hurt/comfort situation? i am physically licking your blog rn. 🕺
an apple a day
dottore x gn!reader
a sick person with intense fear of anything medical related and a doctor with a bit too much homicidal tendencies are locked in a room together. it goes about as well as you would expect — which is to say, not at all. exceptions can be made, however, such as when the sick person is the homicidal doctor’s significant other.
fluff(?), soft dottore, mentioned death and unethical methods (among other stuff) but this is a dottore fic it’s practically a staple
anon, i’m sorry, i know you said hurt/comfort but i am physically unable to write dottore in any genre other than crack, comedy, dark, or spicy stuff. i did try my best tho!
He doesn’t like it when you rebel against him, even less when you get sick. It’s hard to decipher the expression he has on at the moment, but you’ll settle for exasperated.
“I don’t want it!” you yell, cowering in the corner of your bed and raising the blanket up to your mouth.
Dottore stands beside your bed with a pill and a glass of water in both hands. He’s been at it for hours, trying to convince you to drink the medicine he personally made to suit your tastes after you said you didn’t like how bitter medicine always tasted.
“It’s either this or an injection. My patience is running thin, pet.” His voice held the promise of being true to his words. No matter how much it should make you see sense, all you could think about was how that pill would get stuck in your throat and then you’d be subjected to the awful and bitter aftertaste of it, even though he already said it shouldn’t taste that bad.
A shiver runs through you, feeling cold even with two layers of blankets settled on top of you. Your head feels like it’s about to explode, your nose stuffed and throat dry. You know you should just suck it up and drink the pill, but even the thought of doing so makes anxiety creep to your chest. It’s irrational and stupid, Dottore said as much, and he’s right, but as much as you want to be able to just get on with it so you can finally get some much needed sleep, you just can’t. You physically can’t. It feels like your insides are going to twist itself every time you imagine going through with it.
“Or would you prefer one of my segments do this in my place?” He asks, threatens, more like. He knows how rough his younger selves are compared to him, knows that you realize exactly what having them here in his stead would mean. The younger ones would give you a warning just to be nice, a sentiment they don’t offer anyone else, before pinning you down the bed and plunging a needle through your skin to get it over with. Perhaps the older ones would be more gentle with you considering how you feel about it all, but they’re still far less patient than Dottore himself.
You groan in displeasure, feeling stubborn tears well in your eyes at how unfair he’s being. Throwing your blanket over your head, you close your eyes and try and blink the tears away, sniffling as your nose became more runny than it did before. Hiding yourself under the blankets isn’t going to solve anything — it certainly won’t instantly heal your sickness — but it does show how displeased you are with him.
Dottore hums at your behavior. You’re lucky he treasures you as much as he does, else you would have ended up as extra parts in a machine. Anyone else who dared to treat him like this would have met a slow, painful death, and that’s only if he decides they should be granted the luxury of it.
The side of your bed dips with the weight of another person. “What will I have to do to get you to drink your medicine, hm?”
You peek your head from beneath the covers, finding him staring at you, the impatience gone from his eyes. You purse your lips, “I don’t want the pill.”
“And what it is that you want?”
You startle at the question. Thinking for a moment, you recall a memory from your childhood, back in the days when all they had you drink for medicine was—
“Syrup,” you say, blinking up at him almost hopefully. “Something easy to swallow and doesn’t taste bad.”
He reaches a hand to idly twirl a strand of your hair in his finger. “Any other requests?”
“Um, raspberry flavored maybe?”
“Shall I add any sedatives?”
You glare, narrowing your eyes at him in warning. “The last time you did that, I was delirious for a week.”
He grins, showcasing rows of sharp teeth and sounding utterly unapologetic as he says, “Apologies.”
“I mean it. Don’t add anything suspicious to it, okay?” You grab his hand, squeezing it threateningly despite the state you’re in. He gazes down at you with amusement.
“Of course, whatever my pet wants.”
“And stop calling me your pet, people will think it’s some weird kink.”
Dottore’s lips twist, an almost teasing lilt to it — or as teasing as he can be. “Isn’t it, though?”
“I’m gonna blow my nose on you.”
He laughs.
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Anders kinnies on twitter in the year 2024 not understanding that while yes, Meredith had previously written to Val Royeaux to ask about invoking the Right of Annulment, the request was rejected.
In the throes of her paranoia being made worse with the addition of the red lyrium idol fashioned into a sword, she was getting desperate and looking to search the Gallows for blood mages as a reason to invoke the Right.
However, Meredith did not invoke the Right until after Anders blew up the Chantry.
During the argument with Orsino, it was clear that he was not going to allow Meredith to search the tower. And, much like the start of Act 3 in Hightown, he wanted to call upon Grand Cleric Elthina to settle their disagreement because he KNEW that Elthina was the only person who could control Meredith (and kept her on a proverbially short leash). To this, Meredith immediately raises her voice and says "You will NOT bring her Grace into this!" which CLEARLY implies she knows Elthina would put a stop to her actions then and there, which is the opposite of what Meredith wants to do.
So, with Anders' interjection in this scene and blowing the Chantry up:
Meredith (who was running Kirkwall as a Templar police state under martial law) had to respond to the crime in and of itself;
Elthina was dead, and therefore, the person who could have stopped her from invoking the Right of Annulment was no longer able to do so; and,
She was already at the peak of her paranoia, and this made her not seek justice on Anders himself (who had immunity from templar prosecution as a Grey Warden), but upon the innocent mages of the Circle.
So, she initiated the Right of Annulment as a response to the destruction and lives lost, and the Circle mages paid for Anders' actions (and depending on Hawke's choice, his own life could pay for it too).
It is not difficult to understand that Anders' actions - however morally justified he may have been - acted as the catalyst to the genocide of the Kirkwall Circle.
People will say "it would've happened anyway" but to be frank, if Anders did not blow up the Chantry and had Elthina been involved, she would've shut Meredith down again as someone who didn't want to get involved in taking sides but wanted to maintain the peace AND the desires of the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux. Alternatively, Hawke - Champion of Kirkwall - has enough influence at this point to influence Meredith and Orsino both as a popular (political) figure among Kirkwall's citizens and nobility. (it's why Meredith was reluctant to crown them Champion to begin with - it gave them power that she wanted for herself!).
I realize a lot of DA fans are not looking at these moments in-depth, but acting as if Anders is entirely justified in giving Meredith the fuel she needed to kill all the innocent mages is a bit ignorant and tbqh, misunderstanding this situation for what it is.
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↪ HEADCANONS
tw for slavery, abuse, csa. → these headcanons will include mentions & discussion of marius, so if that's upsetting for you you, this really isn't something you have to read.
NOTE: i shouldn't have to put a disclaimer here, but nothing i'm about to say excuses, apologizes, etc, for any character's actions. i'm putting it on my blog so that no one assumes anything about my portrayal.
first thing to note, a lot of my headcanons surrounding armand and his backstory have a lot to do with how i feel about ar's views on age, history, and consent.
the mistaken idea that people were older in history than they are now. this isn't going to be an analysis of ar's views or anything like that, but they do have a lot to do with how i interpret the text.
iMAGINE A HEADCANON POST WITH SO MANY FUCKING DISCLAIMERS —
my armand does not begin a romantic/sexual relationship with marius until he's an adult. is there still a power dynamic between them? absolutely. is it still wrong to groom someone to become a vampire and to eventually have a sexual relationship with your pupil? YES. absolutely 100% yes.
following the trauma at the brothel, armand spends a long time in recovery, there's no sexual relationships with anyone for years. i maintain a lot of tva, particularly regarding armand's relationships with his brothers, riccardo, and with bianca. and he puts marius on a pedestal that is easily taken advantage of.
i don't know how the show will portray things. i will say that i feel like there's a point to armand jumping from 15 to 20 in his storytelling. so, for my portrayal ( both show and amc verses ), armand begins any sexual relationships then and only then.
when it comes to the painters and the donations, also beginning at 20.
i do not want to dive into why i think this happened or how i think it did on my dash or, honestly, much in general. bc it's a triggering topic to me, it's triggering to others, and i don't think it's necessary for me to talk to in depth about it.
armand's feelings towards his maker are complex. they are conflicting. life in venice was one of the happiest times of his life, but it also included some of the worst.
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i see sooo many qibli and winter interactions, and i love them, but... what about turtle?
he's friends with them, too. for humor, he can be the voice of reason. he's also just. a silly lil guy. a goofy fella.
like they should go out and do some dumb shit like parkour (with no knowledge of how, parkour is cool as fuck) and get themselves hurt bc they're stupid teenagers with copious amounts of daddy issues
THIS WAS A TRAP I HAVE LED YOU INTO MY LAIR MWAHAHAA
honestly tho i think we need to see the jade winglet (aside from peril and umber bc they're much older than the others, and even then...) acting their age more
they're like. 14. 14 years olds do some dumb shit man (speaking from experience). let them be kids!!!!! esp winter
everyone treats winter (and the others but i'm using him as an example) like he's a full-grown adult. pardon me that boy is 14 years old. he should be making edgy ocs not doing taxes. he should be meeting up with his friends at a park and then shoving each other into a pond or smthn!!!
my god these are children. they're kids.
AND BRINGING UMBER BACK INTO THIS!!!! mudwings have such a close family structure!!! tell me he wouldn't give them the childhood they need. LOOK. give him fun older cousin privledges. he swears up and down he'll teach them a lesson when he catches them lighting shit on fire bc it looks cool and then he's like "ok so there's this big empty spot with nobody around ever-"
idk i love them with all my heart and soul and goddamnit i think they should make a cringe youtube channel and some shitty vlogs and convince themselves they're famous (they are not and they'll abandon the channel in a year but it will be the most fun ever)
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