𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
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Pinned
Dottore braces, smile wide as he anticipates the first swing—the glorious, well-earned spray of blood, the addictive sting of pain from Diluc's rage finally spilling over—
But instead, he's met with refusal. Then, the floor.
The dirty, stabby floor.
Dottore grunts low as he reorients himself, -
But instead, he's met with refusal. Then, the floor.
The dirty, stabby floor.
Dottore grunts low as he reorients himself, -
Diluc feels violated.
There's a difference between being taunted with obloquies and ill-intentioned words and being read so accurately.
"I'm not..." He stutters, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his grip around the fabric of Dottore's shirt. His face contorts, teeth »
There's a difference between being taunted with obloquies and ill-intentioned words and being read so accurately.
"I'm not..." He stutters, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his grip around the fabric of Dottore's shirt. His face contorts, teeth »
𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺!
He revels in it, giddy even as he's dragged off the floor, forced to stand on the tips of his toes as the redhead practically 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 with his own collar.
Dottore cackles, all feral, vicious glee. Razor teeth flash bright as a wide smile spreads across his face, pupils dilated.
He revels in it, giddy even as he's dragged off the floor, forced to stand on the tips of his toes as the redhead practically 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 with his own collar.
Dottore cackles, all feral, vicious glee. Razor teeth flash bright as a wide smile spreads across his face, pupils dilated.
February 11, 2026 at 1:05 AM
Dottore braces, smile wide as he anticipates the first swing—the glorious, well-earned spray of blood, the addictive sting of pain from Diluc's rage finally spilling over—
But instead, he's met with refusal. Then, the floor.
The dirty, stabby floor.
Dottore grunts low as he reorients himself, -
But instead, he's met with refusal. Then, the floor.
The dirty, stabby floor.
Dottore grunts low as he reorients himself, -
Anger simmers, close to boiling over with each new word. It is not '𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦'—he'd like to wipe that stupid look off Diluc's face, throttle him, choke the breath from his lungs to stop the stupider flow of words from his lips—
"Ugh."
He deflates when Diluc swipes at his lip again, cheeks -
"Ugh."
He deflates when Diluc swipes at his lip again, cheeks -
Ugh, is he an idiot? Why is he reacting like that? Is it because he doesn't sound sincere enough?
"S'fine." Ah, the sweet little mondstadtian accent is back. He's way too embarrassed to pretend to be neutral. "You don't have to. It's just that I've been surprised by your sight."
He lifted the »
"S'fine." Ah, the sweet little mondstadtian accent is back. He's way too embarrassed to pretend to be neutral. "You don't have to. It's just that I've been surprised by your sight."
He lifted the »
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺," he drawls, mocking as he imitates Diluc's tone.
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
February 11, 2026 at 12:42 AM
Anger simmers, close to boiling over with each new word. It is not '𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦'—he'd like to wipe that stupid look off Diluc's face, throttle him, choke the breath from his lungs to stop the stupider flow of words from his lips—
"Ugh."
He deflates when Diluc swipes at his lip again, cheeks -
"Ugh."
He deflates when Diluc swipes at his lip again, cheeks -
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺," he drawls, mocking as he imitates Diluc's tone.
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
Well, he frowns. Because that's not just right.
"I'm not leering..." He protests, still admiring the soft skin that has been hidden behind that mask for so long.
"I'm just... surprised. Pleasantly."
"I'm not leering..." He protests, still admiring the soft skin that has been hidden behind that mask for so long.
"I'm just... surprised. Pleasantly."
Dottore rolls his eyes, head turning to the side. Anything to avoid that 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. It feels like his skin is crawling, underbelly exposed to the talons of a starved raptor.
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
February 10, 2026 at 10:58 PM
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺," he drawls, mocking as he imitates Diluc's tone.
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
"What is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 supposed to mean?"
And so, his pleasant mood is soured. He becomes fiercely defensive in a blink, lips curling in an almost-snarl. How dare he gawk at him—appraise him like some kind of debutant on display—
Dottore rolls his eyes, head turning to the side. Anything to avoid that 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. It feels like his skin is crawling, underbelly exposed to the talons of a starved raptor.
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
He can't hide forever. The blush that has slowly bloomed on his cheeks is noticeable as he raises his head up to face Dottore again, pressing his lips.
"the lack of something, more so."
"the lack of something, more so."
"Riiiight..."
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
February 10, 2026 at 9:26 PM
Dottore rolls his eyes, head turning to the side. Anything to avoid that 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. It feels like his skin is crawling, underbelly exposed to the talons of a starved raptor.
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
"… Stop 𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 at me, Ragnvindr."
His foot jitters, fidgety stress clawing at him.
"I really don't see what the issue is."
"Riiiight..."
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
He's quick to react, moving his hand away before turning his eyes down.
"N-no. All is fine. The bleeding has stopped."
Diluc nailed his eyes to the stained handkerchief, swallowing thickly.
"N-no. All is fine. The bleeding has stopped."
Diluc nailed his eyes to the stained handkerchief, swallowing thickly.
“… What?”
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
February 10, 2026 at 7:55 PM
"Riiiight..."
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
Dottore laughs, a mirthless thing. Arms cross over his chest, his smile forced wide as he tries to drag together his scraps of dignity.
Acting is good. Easy. Definitely keeping his mind off the fact that he left his mask all the way back in his lab.
"What, is something on my face?"
Has he died? Gone to hell at long, long last? Or is his circuitry failing?
It certainly feels like it, the way his mind stutters, that self-assured smirk wiped right off his face. He stares. And stares.
"I don't... huh?"
It certainly feels like it, the way his mind stutters, that self-assured smirk wiped right off his face. He stares. And stares.
"I don't... huh?"
"what... you don't want to bite? might as well give you something soft and easy to digest, right?"
He's going to scream on a pillow after this.
He's going to scream on a pillow after this.
….. STARES. NOT like that.
“No—not… what are you doing?”
“No—not… what are you doing?”
February 10, 2026 at 6:35 PM
Has he died? Gone to hell at long, long last? Or is his circuitry failing?
It certainly feels like it, the way his mind stutters, that self-assured smirk wiped right off his face. He stares. And stares.
"I don't... huh?"
It certainly feels like it, the way his mind stutters, that self-assured smirk wiped right off his face. He stares. And stares.
"I don't... huh?"
….. STARES. NOT like that.
“No—not… what are you doing?”
“No—not… what are you doing?”
Ah... That.
Unbuttons his shirt—
Unbuttons his shirt—
I think you know.
🍽️
🍽️
February 10, 2026 at 5:12 PM
….. STARES. NOT like that.
“No—not… what are you doing?”
“No—not… what are you doing?”
I think you know.
🍽️
🍽️
What do you want...?
You. 🫵
Come.
Come.
February 10, 2026 at 9:57 AM
I think you know.
🍽️
🍽️
…….. The original. That one.
Other one ... ? 💧
Eugh. Not you-- the other one.
February 10, 2026 at 7:52 AM
…….. The original. That one.
Wh— did you clone yourself???
?
Eugh. Not you-- the other one.
February 10, 2026 at 7:52 AM
Wh— did you clone yourself???
Eugh. Not you-- the other one.
... 💧
Do I look like a snack to you ?
Do I look like a snack to you ?
Bites you bites you bites y
February 10, 2026 at 7:42 AM
Eugh. Not you-- the other one.
“… What?”
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
"Can't you just wai—" Diluc froze, his protest dying in his lips the moment his brain finally clicks.
Skin. He's looking at the skin on Dottore's face, the marks and imperfections.
Skin, not a mask.
"Ah..." Diluc lost the train of thought, staring up with round eyes. His pupils dilated a little.
Skin. He's looking at the skin on Dottore's face, the marks and imperfections.
Skin, not a mask.
"Ah..." Diluc lost the train of thought, staring up with round eyes. His pupils dilated a little.
"I am careful," he objects, a deep frown settling on his face. "This wasn't some idiotic oversight."
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
February 10, 2026 at 6:42 AM
“… What?”
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
Dottore reaches to grab his wrist, tugging the hovering hand away from his face and—
Oh. 𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩…
Realization hits him hard as a charging Sumpter beast, brows raising sharply as he sucks in a breath. An oversight. For the sake of a joke.
He scrambles to straighten his expression again—
"I am careful," he objects, a deep frown settling on his face. "This wasn't some idiotic oversight."
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
"and what would I try? I'm going to wipe off your blood."
Diluc raised the white cloth, and gently pressed it on the trail of crimson. The pure white cotton soaks in red, staining it impiously.
Diluc retires the cloth, his eyes now staring up at the Doctor's eyes, then wandering all over »
Diluc raised the white cloth, and gently pressed it on the trail of crimson. The pure white cotton soaks in red, staining it impiously.
Diluc retires the cloth, his eyes now staring up at the Doctor's eyes, then wandering all over »
"... Ugh. Fine."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
February 10, 2026 at 12:33 AM
"I am careful," he objects, a deep frown settling on his face. "This wasn't some idiotic oversight."
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
The warmth is... strange. Unease creeps up his spine, face scrunching up as he tries to place 𝘸𝘩𝘺 this feels so odd.
It's hardly the first time he's bled all over Diluc's hand...
"... Ugh. Fine."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
"You're bleeding. Don't be difficult right now would you?"
He's taking out his handkerchief.
He's taking out his handkerchief.
Oh???? ... No, no. This is definitely a trap. Or something.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
February 8, 2026 at 1:26 AM
"... Ugh. Fine."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
Slowly, Dottore shuffles closer, flighty as a wild animal. His tongue pokes out to swipe some of the blood off his lip--though he only manages to smear it more.
"But 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 try anything."
Oh???? ... No, no. This is definitely a trap. Or something.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
... God's he's such a stupid clown.
"...just come here."
"...just come here."
February 8, 2026 at 12:19 AM
Oh???? ... No, no. This is definitely a trap. Or something.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
Eyes narrowing, a hand raising to pluck the bloodied rose from his teeth.
"What? I didn't mean 𝘺𝘰𝘶," he lies, liarly.
/ I just realized his mask would have to be fully off for this .
face reveal I guess HELP
face reveal I guess HELP
February 8, 2026 at 12:06 AM
/ I just realized his mask would have to be fully off for this .
face reveal I guess HELP
face reveal I guess HELP
He can barely speak around it, teeth still cutting firm into its stem. Ow ow ow.
"Seducin'."
"Seducin'."
February 8, 2026 at 12:04 AM
He can barely speak around it, teeth still cutting firm into its stem. Ow ow ow.
"Seducin'."
"Seducin'."
Is his charm working yet?
( He'd really like to let go of the flower. It's starting to get messy... )
( He'd really like to let go of the flower. It's starting to get messy... )
February 8, 2026 at 12:02 AM
Is his charm working yet?
( He'd really like to let go of the flower. It's starting to get messy... )
( He'd really like to let go of the flower. It's starting to get messy... )
/ HELP THIS BOT.??? WHO ARE YOU
February 8, 2026 at 12:01 AM
/ HELP THIS BOT.??? WHO ARE YOU
... Valentine's Day, huh?
He's holding the stem of a rose 'twixt his teeth,'''charming''' and '''''seductive''''' as ever.
(Pay no attention to the blood dripping down. He DEFINITELY did not stab his tongue with a thorn.)
He's holding the stem of a rose 'twixt his teeth,'''charming''' and '''''seductive''''' as ever.
(Pay no attention to the blood dripping down. He DEFINITELY did not stab his tongue with a thorn.)
February 7, 2026 at 11:57 PM
... Valentine's Day, huh?
He's holding the stem of a rose 'twixt his teeth,'''charming''' and '''''seductive''''' as ever.
(Pay no attention to the blood dripping down. He DEFINITELY did not stab his tongue with a thorn.)
He's holding the stem of a rose 'twixt his teeth,'''charming''' and '''''seductive''''' as ever.
(Pay no attention to the blood dripping down. He DEFINITELY did not stab his tongue with a thorn.)
my longing is disfigured and grotesque. i will hold onto you so tightly that my nails will dig into your skin and i will kiss you so desperately that i will draw blood.
February 6, 2026 at 8:15 PM
“What— of course not?!”
Annnddd he’s back to glaring, expression bordering on homicidal.
“You shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business, anyway—“
Annnddd he’s back to glaring, expression bordering on homicidal.
“You shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business, anyway—“
Said the kettle to the pot, Yichen thought. 💧
But he tilted his head and smiled anyway. " I assume it wasn't flirting at all then ... ? "
But he tilted his head and smiled anyway. " I assume it wasn't flirting at all then ... ? "
Cute? Really?
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”
February 5, 2026 at 5:57 PM
“What— of course not?!”
Annnddd he’s back to glaring, expression bordering on homicidal.
“You shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business, anyway—“
Annnddd he’s back to glaring, expression bordering on homicidal.
“You shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business, anyway—“
Cute? Really?
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”
“ 啊， 对不起。 “ 💧
" It was kind of cute, so I couldn't ignore it. "
" It was kind of cute, so I couldn't ignore it. "
… Not the brightest, then. He blinks slow, head shaking.
“Never mind that. You should just…” Waving his hand loosely in the air, a mindless gesture. “Mind your business. Yeah.”
“Never mind that. You should just…” Waving his hand loosely in the air, a mindless gesture. “Mind your business. Yeah.”
February 5, 2026 at 1:28 AM
Cute? Really?
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”
What is ‘cute’ about trying to anger someone into attacking?
“… You’re very odd.”