Silver Snow Was Such A Missed Opportunity. IS Should Have Focused More On The Edeleth Conflict Instead

I was given permission to post these; Thank you so much @hassanofthefrostedmuffins for commissioning me to draw Douman as the gigachad! Hope this catalyst works and Douman comes home instantly! 

I had an absolute blast drawing these and I also learned a lot too! Looking forward to tomorrow and hope everyone who wants Douman gets them! 

this is what kirschtaria wodimes ideal human looks like. you may not like it, but this is peak performance

yan! dottore hcs

lord help me this is so self-indulgent i never thought in my life I would be writing yandere hcs but he has been all I've been thinking about for half a year so here i am. ; i actually originally planned to make hcs for all of the harbingers but i ended up writing an essay for dottore so.

warnings: yandere themed (duh), might be ooc bc i like soft yan! lol, dottore & co. being insane, death (it's dottore), but overall a softer yan theme because i love my babygirl too much, might be disorganized because i don't know how to write that well yet :d

i honestly think if this man got attached enough he'd be worshipping you. ♥

he would be the type to show you off to the other harbingers, after all, you are his most precious subject (he really means lover, he just hates to admit it). however, if any of the workers under him even glanced at you in a way he disapproved of, he'd slit their neck right then and there. if he deems another harbinger as a threat to you, he'd probably threaten to make some modifications to them or something

moving on, he would let you have relative freedom to do what you want, to go where you want to go. basically, you'd just be living through your daily routine except you have a clinically insane harbinger (and his clones) tailing you every second. whether or not you notice, whether or not he makes himself known, he just wants to make sure you are safe at all times and that no one tries to take away what is his.

downside (upside) though, he is extremely touchy / clingy. he'd find every opportunity to grab you, your wrist in dragging you along to help with another experiment, your waist because "it's getting cold" knowing you two are in a heated room and he has 5 layers of clothing on, etc. he would always have a hand on you, and perhaps even give you a matching earring to show that you are his. (ngl his earring is so pretty i need it)

due to the natural danger, he would hesitate to bring you on his missions, but his underlings have noticed spikes in death rates when his darling assistant isn't there. yes, he's overly dependent on you, but you are his other half, everything he has ever pursued in life, almost everything he's ever wanted or needed! and you will feel the same way about him, won't you?

ext ; would fantasize about attaching your body to his so you two can never be apart, ever!

tldr ; he's insanely in love ♡

Mozart should dress like this all the time what the fuck.

tonight i discovered i shipped this

i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

Hello! I found your writings about yan!Dottore & I am a brand new fan!! You are such an awesome writer 😁

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

Yandere Genshin Men With a Pregnant Runaway Darling

Yandere Ayato, Dottore, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley x female reader (separate)

Thank you!<3 I only wrote for five of them, but I’m thinking of writing for more of them in some other parts:) (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Masterlist

Warnings: imprisonment, manipulation

Word count: 2819

Ayato

You ran and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. You needed to get to safety. Both for yourself and for your unborn child. Your bare feet were drumming over the wooden floors.

The Kamisato estate was like maze. The long hallways seemed never ending.

When you finally reached the door that led out to one of the gardens, you were filled with relief. You slid the door open and was welcomed by the heavenly sea breeze. Your joy, was however short lived.

Standing in the garden admiring the purple sunset was Ayato. He turned around and smiled gently. He motioned for you to join him and before you knew it, your feet had brought you by his side.

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his eyes turned upward towards the endless sky.

You followed his gaze. The sky was in fact extremely beautiful. The purple colour the same shade as Ayato’s eyes.

The man besides you was cunning and as cruel as a snake, but he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. His dark lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted to you. He remained silent for a while, just taking in the sight of you. He often did just that and it made you nervous, since you could never be completely sure as to what exactly ran through his brilliant mind.

“I’m glad you fell for my little trap. If you hadn’t, I would have to enjoy this sunset all alone. Sunsets are best enjoyed by the side of someone you love, wouldn’t you agree?” his melodic voice coiled around your mind. Enveloping you in a sense of serenity.

You quickly snapped out of it. “I want to leave” your voice low, but your words clear as day.

Ayato hummed at your words “Why is that?”

“Because I’m more like a prisoner than your wife” you snapped.

“A prisoner? What gave you that idea?” he raised a brow.

“Don’t play stupid Ayato” you sneered. “You’re not letting me leave no matter what. Doesn’t that sound awfully a lot like a prison to you?”

“I’m protecting you and at the same time I’m keeping what’s mine far away from prying eyes. I’m doing you a favour” his smirk completely gone and replaced by a cold glare.

“I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you screamed, not caring about who could hear you.

“Don’t think I’ll ever let you leave me. When you said yes to my proposal, you sealed your faith. It’s not my fault you were unable to think about what the future involved” he smirked at your scared expression. “Don’t cry, I mean you no harm. That much should be obvious.”

Dottore

The dining room was decorated in an attempt at making it cozy. The grand chandelier that hung over the dining table casted a warm light over the table, almost making it homely. The plate in front of you was barely touched. You were hungry, but you didn’t have the time to finish your meal.

You glanced up at the butler who was standing by the door. His eyes was glued to a spot on the far wall and his posture was rigid.

Your cleaned your mouth with the napkin before your rose from your seat. “I’m finished with my meal. Please tell Dottore when he returns to come to my chambers” you told the maid as she silently cleaned up the dishes.

She bowed “Yes madam.”

Your heels clicked against the polished wooden floors. You had to quickly change into different shows and more practical clothing.

You quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried to your huge closet that was the size of a small room. You changed into some thick trousers and warm boots with white fox fur.

You quickly pulled in your coat and a scarf. You opened the large windows and you peered down. You pulled on your hood and your mittens before you ventured down the ladder you had found in an abandoned closet in a part of the house that was rarely ever used.

The ladder creaked underneath your weight and you prayed that it would mange to hold you. Both of you.

You landed into the soft snow and you quickly ran down towards the gates.

The tall wrought iron gates were impossible to climb, especially if one was pregnant, but you had luckily borrowed the key from one of the butlers.

You twisted the key and the gates opens with a load groan. You could smell your freedom.

You locked the gate behind you before you walked down the hill that the house stood tall and proud on top.

The snow glittered in the moonlight and green-purple aurora danced over your head. The sight was so beautiful you almost wept.

As you wandered down the hill you got completely lost in the beauty of the winter landscape. You knew it was foolish, but you hadn’t been outside in so long.

The sound of hoofs snapped you out of your daydreaming. As you raised your gaze you were met with the sight of your husband’s beloved steel grey stallion. The stallion snorted hot air towards you. It looked like a beast at it stood tall in the moonlight.

On top of the proud animal was Dottore. His gaze sharp and would cause anyone who was on the receiving end of it to tremble. You were no different.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” his voice colder than the cold winter wind that ruffled your hair.

At your silence he only sighed. “You are truly a lost cause. Are you seriously going to cause your unborn child harm in order to escape? You are even more foolish than what I thought” he scoffed as he made the horse circle you.

You spun around in order to keep an eye on his movements. “What makes you think I want to stay with you? Your arrogance disgusts me!” you sneered. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your voice echoed through the treetops that surrounded the hill.

“Watch your tongue” he spat.

Your escape attempt had been a complete failure.

Dottore had reprimanded you for hours when you had been brought back inside.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“If I ever catch you trying to escape ever again, there’s going to be dire consequences. You’re not going to accidentally harm my child. Our child. Do I make myself clear?” his tone stern.

Your eyes fixated on his neatly polished shoes. You nodded and muttered a low “yes”.

He gripped your jaw and forced your head up. “If you disobey me I will have to chain you to the bed and I really want to avoid that. So be a good girl.”

Lyney

The purple cat-like eyes of the magician was narrowed in anger and hurt. He had just caught you as you had sneaked out of the house with bag packed with your clothes and necessities.

The living room was empty except from the two of you. His younger brother and sister were out on business.

The record player in the corner by the fireplace was playing the soft tune of a ballet he had taken you to when you first started dating.

Lyney was sitting in front of you on a red arm chair. He was resting his head on his arms. His gaze faced down as he thought on what to say to you.

The only thing that separated the two of you was the coffee table. Normally you would have taken you your time to clean it, but not today. Multiple cards were littered across it accompanied with some face flowers. The mess was surprisingly beautiful.

“I don’t understand how you could do something like that to me” his voice low. “I had it all sorted out. I have talked to Father and she has nothing against your pregnancy and our relationship. In fact she supports it. She knows how important family is after all.”

“But you had to try and ruin it. I really don’t understand” his violet eyes met yours. They were filled with more emotions than what you could possibly make out.

“Lynette and Freminet even said they can take care of the baby if the two of us have plans or need some time for ourselves. Yes, Freminet is still a teenager, but he’s still fit to look after a child. He often take care of the younger children in The House. And Lynette has always had a soft spot for baby’s” his voice was getting louder.

“You don’t get it do you, Lyney?”

“Get what exactly?” his eyes scanned your features for something.

“You’re a cruel man. You have locked my away just because you think it’s for the best. You haven’t even bothered to even ask me what I want!” your voice was getting louder and louder by each word that left your lips. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you stood up form the couch. Your finger pointed at him. “You disgust me.”

His mouth fell open in disbelief. Crystal tears welled up in his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away. “What?” his voice was weak by hurt. “I’m trying to protect you! Why don’t you understand?” tears were now falling from his eyes as he had fallen to his knees in front of you.

It was a pity full sight, but he couldn’t care less. “Family is what matter the most to me! And you! You are a part of my family now and so is our unborn child!”

You tried to step back, but his hand was tightly gripping your thigh.

A broken laughter escaped from his lips and a rose to his feet slowly. His eyes crazed as they met yours. “You’re clearly unfit for making your own decisions, but worry not. I will help you. And together we’re going to raise the sweetest little child one could ever dream of.”

His unhinged voice and manner sent chives down your spine and you could feel the imaginary cage that wrapped itself around you. You were trapped between the claws of the beast-like cat, with no escape.

Neuvillette

The entire nation of Fontaine were searching for you. You would be lying if you said you were surprised. The judge could be awfully convincing when he wanted to.

Since your escape it had been raining non stop. Heavy rain poured down from the sky undisturbed. The rocks on the forgotten path you had chosen were slippery, and you had to be careful.

In the distance, from the town you had a pasted hours prior, you could hear the loud voices of the search party they had organised. Hounds barked as they made their way up the mountain. You quickly picked up your pace.

After an hour or so walking through the rain you finally found a small abandoned cottage. You were filled with relief when you noticed that the door was unlocked.

It smelled of mould and you felt bad for your unborn, but you had no other choice. The windows were dirty, but intact. You slumped down on the old couch. Your body was aching and you were so tired.

You did not know how much time had passed when you awoke to the sound of a fist pounding the creaky old front door. You rose to your feet with such fast motion that you knocked your elbow against the wooden armrest of the couch. You hissed in pain and clutched it as you made your way to the hallway.

You hid behind the door to the bathroom as you peered out the window by the door. You couldn’t see anyone.

The pounding continued and you were afraid whoever it was would break down the door if this continued.

“Who is it?” you meekly asked.

The pounding came to an halt and a gruff voice answered you. “I am from the neighbouring village. We are looking for the Iudex’s wife.”

You were about to answer when the door broke down. A tall and sturdy man with a bear that reached below his collarbones entered. “I apologise miss, but I need to search the cotta-” his voice trailed off when his eyes fell upon you. His eyes widened to a state you were afraid they would roll out. He backed away slightly and shouted over his shoulder “I found her!”

You were about to silence him but it was too late.

The man who found you brought you out to the little courtyard. Your eyes widened in fear when a pair of pale lavender eyes stared back at you.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” your voice was shaky with fear. You tried to back away from the tall dragon, but the search party blocked your path of escape.

“How could I not personally participate in the search of my own wife?” Neuvillette’s voice soft. He turned to the villagers “Please give us some space.”

The villagers nodded and quickly left.

As you stood all alone with your capture on the overgrown courtyard you couldn’t help, but think about all the choices you had made that had lead you to this.

“Why did you leave our home?” his deep voice had normally brought you comfort, but now it only brought you fear.

“Why? Any sane person would escape a madman such as yourself. You have taken everything from me and you still ask for more” you spoke with sudden braveness.

“I am not taking anything from you. You’re clearly not completely aware at the moment. But worry not, I’ll take care of everything. Just like I always have” his lips twisted up into a gentle smile.

“Oh really? I don’t believe you. I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you! Why don’t you understand?!” you were suddenly in front of him. Your finger jammed against his broad chest.

“Your words hold little meaning, my love. It’s my child too, do not forget. I have every right to be apart of its life just as you do. And besides in a matter of time you will have forgotten your… conflicted feelings” his big hand gently wrapped itself around your much smaller one. “I will make you happy. Just you wait” he gently kissed the top of your head. His kiss similar to the gavel he used to seal the fate of the poor souls in the Opera Epiclese.

Wriothesley

The Fortress of Meropide never got any more welcoming, no matter how much time you had been there.

You had tried to climb the stairs up to the surface, but Wriothesley had been quick to drag you back down again.

He had been eerily silent as he led you to his private quarters.

“This is your fourth escape attempt this two weeks. Are you not getting tired?” he sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen table, his arms folded over his muscular chest.

“I understand the Fortress is not the best place to raise a kid, but I have bought a house close to the entrance on the surface. I have made the arrangements so that we can rotate where we both stay. I will of course always stay with you in the house. I know it’s not optimal, but it’s the best I can do.”

“It’s not enough” you muttered.

“We will have to make it work.”

“Why? I didn’t ask to be sent here. I don’t care about you and the Iudex agreement. I didn’t agree to any of this” you raised your voice.

“There’s many thing in life that I haven’t asked for. You will manage” Wriothesley’s voice was laced with uncharacteristic anger.

“I will not! I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your loud voice echoed inside the kitchen.

At your words something in Wriothesley snapped. “A monster you say?” he barked out a laughter. “I have been nothing but kind to you. But if you think that makes me a monster, I wonder what you’ll think of me now” his eyes colder than his vision.

Wriothesley dragged you inside your bedroom. “You’re not going to leave this room before I say you can. I will use the spare bedroom” he pointed to the bathroom. “If you’re thirsty between meals, you know where to find water.” With that he slammed the door closed. The sound of his key twisting sent a pang through your chest.

Escape had never seemed so far out of reach as it was now. You found yourself longing for the outside and the smell of the wildflowers that littered the green meadows of Fontaine. Maybe the house Wriothesley had promised you on the surface didn’t sound so bad after all.

Hiii!! I just found your blog & I am in love with your writings! Especially the yan!Dottore x doctor reader fic.

If requests are open, I wanted to ask if you could write a short fic about a reader attempting to escape from yan!Dottore?

LABYRINTH / YANDERE DOTTORE

contents: gn! reader, corpses mentioned, syringes, one face slap, forced brain surgery. word count: 0,8k.

Note: Thank you for your kind words, and I hope this one will be enjoyed by you too! 🖤

Despite your belief that Dottore has been making sure to keep his lab spotless and contamination-free, somehow, the mortuary cot you were lying on was drenched in a smell of death — you couldn’t tell if it was your mind playing tricks on you.

Keeping your body still under the cloth, to deceive a segment pushing the cot by not giving them any moving amorphous outlines was proving extremely difficult when you were scared — this was your method of escape from Dottore’s clutches, by pretending you’re a corpse, hoping to be taken to whatever part of the lab where you would find an easier exit from. Breathing was obstructed too.

Despite the distress, the further the clone strolled, the more your excitement grew. Just a few more steps, and you’ll be inside some room where they drop bodies—

The metal door was shoved open by the back of the cot hitting on it to spread two wings open, and your heart lurched to your throat from the surprise — you barely managed to stay still. Regardless, as soon as the wheels bumped and jumped on the tiles, you felt hope. Once the segment unpeels the bedsheet off of you, you’ll just need to jam your fist at the specific point and he should be knocked out. Your hand prepared, and you felt determination fill you, until…

… you heard that voice, “Did you bring them specifically?” your stomach dropped, as by the individual tone and depth original Dottore used, you recognized him. Your luck couldn’t be any worse. Out of all people doing autopsies today, it had to be the one you’re trying to leave?

“Yes, sir! They’ve been rather good at the game so far,” some segment giggled.

…

A game?

Surely a dead person can’t play a game — the implication of the segment’s words made your hair stand on your body, prickling the bedsheets from the underneath. Did they know?

Your mind quickly contemplated on making the escape before they’d remove the bedsheets, using the element of the surprise; yet it was too late as you were suddenly exposed, Dottore’s red eyes staring at you from above with both anger and amusement.

“Naughty, naughty test subject… yet also so creative, hm?”

You gasped in breath after being allowed to breathe again, albeit, you felt breathless anyway. You were busted. Both him and the segment knew you were trying out this trick from the beginning, and instead of retrieving you immediately, they dragged you here instead, for whatever reason — amusement, false hope to crush it right after, or perhaps something much worse.

Words got stuck in your throat, you frozen like a prey; which made him laugh. “You are speechless all of the sudden? Not so brave anymore?” his hand stroked your cheek, and you flinched at its coldness.

“You can leave us, now. Thank you for bringing them here,” he instructed the segment, that obeyed and left. As he did, you tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by The Doctor.

“Ah, ah, ah. Stay down. We have long hours ahead of us,” he smiled, almost grinning in delight.

“H-hours? What are you trying to do?”

“Well, shouldn’t that be obvious?” he bent down, his face close to yours, and tugged on your hair with an ugly scowl — making you cry out, simultaneously in pain and terrified if he could anything. “My favorite test subject, one I’ve been spoiling more than I should have been, being so disloyal and trying to leave. Worse than a bribed agent.”

“You were abusing me—” you attempted to protest with anger, only to be silenced with a one, nasty face slap. You gritted your teeth from the burn.

“Silence. I’m doing what I’m doing to you in name of science, and it’s not like you had much before this. Homeless, biting dirt— little pain is nothing compared to having warm food, comfortable bed, a companion like me; instead of freezing to death on the stress,” he hissed out.

He clicked his tongue when you started crying, as if embarrassed by you. “Cry all you want. Punishment is due… or should I say, adjustment.”

The word “adjustment” sounded much worse than “punishment”, if you knew the extent of his experiments.

“No, Doctor, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, I’ll make this up to you!” you begged through sobs. Dottore sighed, almost pitying you, and wiped the tear with his thumb. “Im afraid it’s inevitable. Don’t worry, if you cooperate, I’ll give you some… pain management. We’ll work on some parts of your brain, revamping it to make you more obedient.”

You trashed as he pulled up the leather straps that were hanging under the cot, trapping you in them.

You convulsed when you noticed him pick up the syringe, he containing his more of monologue than dialogue. “Of course, I have to be careful enough to maintain your personality… Yes, I don’t want you gone, just… more nice.”

As he injected you, he cooed at you, “Do not fret, you’ll enjoy a rebranded version of yourself too.”