tiktok is fun because youll see takes like "you cant like this character because they committed crimes" and then the character in question murdered maybe like. 3 people at best

imagine being zandik's senior in the akademiya mmm..

do NOT get me started.

thinking. im thinking hard. his senior, who was the first to look into his perspective of science, taking great consideration of his research and making him feel things he has never felt before. his senior who shows the ropes of getting used in the akademiya... encouraging his interests and not judging him one bit. maybe you were crazier than he was, but it felt good to be understood for once!

n' u tell him how good he was, smiling at him whenever he starts rambling about his research. he's sooo enamored zandik finds it ridiculous, because you are sooo handsome and kind to him, it makes his head spin. then you cup his cheek with your hand, caressing it and calling him cute.

he finds himself grow so weak whenever you talk to him, helping him by handing him books he needs that he doesn't have access to.. he feels his heart skip a beat when people stare at him with burning jealously when you chose to walk him, of all people, to his classes. i think he'd start attending to his classes more, only if you're there of course! then he'd immediately take the seat next to yours.

then you show him things that he didn't even know. things that he never knew his body could do. bending and folding his body in positions he'd never thought he finds himself in, taking in something soo big in his virgin hole, n crying for more.

suddenly, it's not about his research anymore. it's about you pulling him into an empty room, an hour before the lecture starts and other scholars walking in, bending him over the professor's desk as you make him recite everything about the test he has to take later, cooing and calling him a good boy when he gets an answer right, and spanking his ass and fucking him harder whenever he gets it wrong.

it wasn't your intention to play with zandi, really. your professor told you to look out for this one junior who's rarely attending classes, yet getting top grades, and doesn't like socializing. and you did, because you don't judge people based off of rumors. sure, the boy was a little intimidating at first, but it turns out, you don't think so differently!

plus, he's so cute. face red at simple touches, getting so needy when you make out with him in one of the bathroom stalls even though there were other people inside. he'd tug and whisper how much he needed you, and that he can't take another second without you inside of him. his eyes sparkle whenever he starts to cry, cursing and threatening you for making him feel so good. so you shut him up by fucking him harder 💞 until his poor little brain can't process anything anymore, now he's just a babbling mess on your cock 🥰

oh n' you didn't need much convincing when zandik begged you to move in to his dorm instead, since he refused anyone else to be his roommate. guess you two would be 'studying' more together, huh?

Dance with the Devil

"You were a wonderful experience" vs "You were everything" is so Reader and Dottore except you rejected his ass 😭

im sorry i know i should be writing reqs but i just can’t stop thinking about slightly creepy office au coworker dottore...... im horn

you have a boring 9-5 job, trying to find joy in the mundane, else you go crazy. waking up to birds chirping outside of your bedroom window, the tasty to-go coffee and breakfast sandwich you always get in the morning, and your coworker greeting your still-sleepy self when you step into the office. always one to gossip, she’d motion for you to hurry up and sit at your cubicle so she can gush about whatever rumor was currently roaming the building. 

“have you seen zandik lately? his temper is worse than usual! think he just got broken up with or something? honestly, i see why his partner would call things off, it seems like he’s always prioritizing work over people...” you take a long sip of your coffee, relishing in the newfound energy that flooded your system. it takes you a minute to process your coworker’s claim. 

“how do you know he was even in a relationship in the first place?” you ask, scoffing in amusement at how fast her brain seemed to work; it was almost impressive, really. “well, he’s handsome, for one. and he’s loaded! i don’t understand how he can afford such a nice car with a salary like ours,” she sulks as she finishes her rambling. you take the opportunity to finish your food, setting your half-empty cup down to start prepping your workspace. 

“inheritance? or he’s crazy good at managing money,” you suggest. just as you thought your coworker was about to drop the topic, she perks up and slams her hand on her desk a tad bit too loudly. “oh! or maybe he works a second job? y’know, the cost of living is getting pretty high, so maybe he has a 5-9 on top of working here!” 

someone shoots her a look that says “it’s still early, lower your voice”, and she grins at them awkwardly before turning to look at you with a smile that rivals someone that just uncovered the cure to a deadly disease. 

you pause your typing, fingertips resting idly on the mechanical keyboard. “why do you care about what he’s up to, anyways? usually you avoid talking about zandik or any of the higher-ups because you know they’ll probably get us in trouble,” you point out, your shoulder getting hit as soon as the words leave your mouth. giggling lightly at how dramatic her reaction was, you turn your attention from your computer to your coworker. you’re met with a petrified expression and uncomfortable body language along with the lack of natural light behind you. 

“and why, pray tell, are we gossiping about my foul mood?” someone says from behind you, though you could recognize its owner anywhere. your blood runs cold— the warmth from your morning coffee having vanished from your body, not a single trace left in the presence of the office’s most intimidating employee (arguably). your coworker flashes him a wide, albeit shaky smile, and shakes her head a bit too quickly for it to be considered normal. 

“n-not gossiping! we’re just concerned for your health! right?” she says your name, nudging your foot from underneath the desk. you don’t have time to decide whether you want to detach yourself from your predicament or to go along with her bullshit because zandik bends down to your level, flashing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his dull eyes as he speaks for you. “then avoid spreading rumors about my personal life, it gives me a headache,” he murmurs quietly.  

you’d catch the unspoken threat in his voice if you weren’t so flustered. he was so close you could smell his cologne— musky sandalwood that made your head spin, losing whatever train of thought you had just seconds ago. “s-sorry,” you’re the one that apologizes since your coworker was frozen in fear, looking more like a deer facing headlights than an office worker. 

zandik’s lips stretch wider, vermillion eyes narrowing at her before flickering over to you. you immediately look away, suddenly now noticing the sheer lack of space between you two. if what you were doing before was unprofessional, then this was beating it by a landslide. although you couldn't help but wish that he bent down to your level more often. though, at the same time, he looked good looking down at you…

he stays like this for a few more uncomfortable seconds before straightening his back and walking away, no words spoken between the three of you. your coworker exhales a breath she had been holding in, and turns to face her desk in silence. 

you're left with a rapidly beating heart and the need to take a bathroom break even though you just clocked in not even ten minutes ago.

oh i super forgot to add the rizz text post to my tumblr but. yeah my brain cannot draw these days for the life of me and this ship still has me in a death grip, so take these silly post edits in the meantime

link to the post where i found all but one of the text thingies

also heres an alternate version of the 1st one because i couldnt decide which one fit most:

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.

The Past and The Present

Sypnosis : You reject Dottore and he comes back for you years later...

TW : Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Dottore is just a trigger warning by itself, not being able to handle rejection, harassment, needles/syringes, and swearing.

(Brief moment of Lisa)

Pairings : Yandere Dottore x Reader

A/N : Yes there will be a Part 2 but not yet because im too lazy. Also let me know if anyone wants to be tagged LMAO

It was just another day in Sumeru Akademiya. You were sitting at your desk listening to your professor’s lesson. You were actively taking notes when you felt eyes were staring into you from behind.

You turned around when you saw one of your fellow classmates named Dottore looking right at you. He sent a wink your way and you turned around feeling creeped out.

Dottore was well, one of the more strange kids.

He had strange ideas and he would often talk about them. Things such as human torture. Well, obviously nobody liked him. Even the professors were weary of him and he was an outcast.

He didn’t have any friends, he would sit by himself as nobody wanted to share a desk with him.

Not to mention that he wasn’t really...good looking.

It was the end of class when Dottore approached you.

“Hey Y/N do you want to be my s/o? He asked with a creepy smile.

“Um no. I’m sorry.” You said as you picked up your books and immediately left the classroom.

After you had rejected him, you started finding mean notes being written on your desk. Dottore would purposely trip you in the halls and everybody would laugh at you. All because you just rejected him. Sometimes he would mess with your notes and rip them.

You tried talking to your professor about it but all you got was “just ignore him” or “it’s not that bad just deal with it” so you stopped trying. You just tolerated the way Dottore would harass you during school and you felt scared to show up to class because he would find a way to fuck up your day.

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Finally it was the end of the school day and you walked out of the school. Somebody tapped you on the shoulder and it was Dottore.

“Y/N do you want to go out with me” He said with his creepy ass smile as he held out the rose in his hand to you.

You froze and your expression was shocked. You didn’t know what to do.

“No” You responded as his expression was pissed.

Suddenly you felt his hand collide with your cheek. That bastard had just slapped you.

“You will fucking regret ever rejecting me.” He said angrily as he walked away leaving you standing there. 

You didn’t know how to feel. Angry? Confused? Sadness?

From that day on, you never saw Dottore ever again. You were relieved because you didn’t feel scared to show up to class anymore, plus now he didn’t mess with your notes anymore. 

The rest of your days at Sumeru Akadamiya were rather peaceful and now y-

“Y/N? HELLO EARTH TO Y/N? CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

You snapped out of your trance and you looked at Lisa who was standing right beside you.

“Huh? Oh I’m sorry I was busy daydreaming..” You nervously chuckled as you began shelving books at the Mondstadt library.

“It’s fine” She giggled “you weren’t responding and you looked frozen as a statue”

You sighed as the both of you kept reminiscing about the past.

Everything that happened was around 5 years ago. Thankfully, you’ve never seen Dottore or his creepy smile ever again. But you sometimes wonder if he would ever keep his promise. 

That thought alone made you shiver in fear.

The next day you were off from work. It was around night time and you decided to read a book before heading to bed. You were reading your book when you suddenly noticed somebody was staring at you from your window.

You looked again but you didn’t see anyone. That was weird you thought as you went back to your book. 

Suddenly you saw someone at your window again. You were freaking out and you recognized it to be a fatui agent. You looked at your window again and you didn’t see anyone. 

You panicked and you immediately went upstairs. You hid under your bed when suddenly you heard the front door being kicked open. You heard footsteps approaching your bedroom. You held your breathe and your heart was pounding.

Your door was suddenly kicked open and you could see shoes from under the bed. You were scared.

The shoes suddenly stopped in front of your bed. You closed your eyes in anticipation but nothing happened. You slowly opened your eyes and the shoes weren’t in front of your view anymore. You were confused.

All of a sudden Dottore’s head was upside down as he suddenly peaked down at you from on top of the bed.

“Peak a boo.” He said with his crazy smile.

“AHHHH” You yelled as he scared you.

You have never screamed so loud in your life. You panicked and you try to crawl out from the other side of the bed when your arm was grabbed by him.

He pulled you up from the bed and in one swoop he was on top of you. You were panicking and your heart was pounding.

You looked up and you studied his features. His mask was covering the upper part of his face and his two strands of blue hair tickled your throat. His earring was on the left of his face and was dangling as he smiled down at you. Realization hit you when you realized that you recognized the creepy man on top of you.

“D-Dottore? Is that you?” You stuttered as you were scared out of your mind.

“Hmmm yes that’s me dear” He said with a creepy grin as he caressed your cheek. “I’ve come back to fulfill my promise darling”

“W-What?!?! No please let me go!” You begged.

“I’m afraid that’s a no my love.” He said as his gritted his teeth “That’s what happens when you reject me.”

Dottore pulled out a needle and pricked your neck as the liquid entered you. Your face grunted in pain but suddenly you passed out as the contents of the syringe made you feel sleepy.

He smiled at you as you were sleepy and you looked so adorable. He kissed your lips and he groaned as he finally tasted you.

Dottore always kept his promises. That included him making you regret ever rejecting him.

thesis defense

LISTEN.. I know you love your fluff and comfort 🙄🙄 /s /lh but I'd like to hear abt what you'd think on this

Dottore and reader breaking up due to issues in both ends, whether be our fault or his, they're not longer together.

A heated decision, in which everyone inloved was hurt, it all came to a boiling point.

You leave dottore to his own devices, it qas a sudden decision but you and he were done.

All the while, he can't find himself to be angry at you then, but soon after, he grows upset.

It took him 48 hours to realise your were truly gone. When his segments told him you were nowhere to be found, he knew it was most likely, actually, over.

He'd take this as the worst betrayal ever done to him, growing resentful of what you did to him, how could you leave him?

Soon that resentment turned to restlessness, he didn't know how to explain it, but he was desperate to get you back. He sent fatuus out to find you, to bring you back to him, but you never came up.

You spent centuries of your life with him, surely you hadn't actually left him, he kept reassuring himself to be logical, to believe that you'd be logical enough to come back.

You never did. And when he visited your guys room, he found your stuff gone. The sight of that almost made him break down.

How did it turn out like this?

My phone is on 2% so I couldn't format this right :( anyways! I thought abt making a fanfic abt this, I love hurt/no comfort, but even this makes me feel sad 😭😭

STOP SHUT UP !!!1 111! DONT U EVER... TALK ABOUT ANGST TO ME... STOP !! PLEAHDNSMADSADSAT HIS IS ONLY FLUFF ZONE.. HURT/COMFORT... 😭😭😭

says the guy who thinks about killing reader ever conceivable long fic to make him suffer ^

dottore is definitely the type of guy who could never move on from a break up like that. like, how could he??? you've been part of his life for too long and you're one of the things that makes him genuinely happy!!

you don't even wanna see him anymore? talk it out? are you happy now that you're not with him anymore? did you feel like you've wasted centuries with him?

has he lacked as a lover? was he too prideful to notice what was wrong? to save something the cherishes? or was your relationship just fated to be doomed?

OKAY thats enough.... if you write this,, i will BAWL.. no no angst please noo NOO

(maybe part one hehe) what if Ajax couldn't transform out of his Foul Legacy form after crawling back out of the Abyss. his claws hurt, body aching from the climb and various freshly-healed wounds. but he's out- he's back, the sun of Snezhnaya shining and glittering on the snow like diamonds- which means home can't be that far away, and with it, safety and warmth. he doesn't question why he feels so empty, even knowing home was almost in his grasp. perhaps it's the exhaustion- yes, that must be it. a little rest and he'll be right as rain. but when he finally reaches home, his family simply screams at his monstrous appearance, his siblings hiding behind his mother and his father brandishing a blade at him. Ajax tries to tell them, tries to cry out that it's him, Ajax! but his father simply yells and forces him back, pressed into a corner until marching boots arrive at the house, the Fatui agents led by a masked man with blue hair and a cruel smile. Ajax shrieks and sobs as Il Dottore drags him away, Abyssal form somehow no match for the mad doctor, and his family watches in relief and hatred. with a harrowing cry he tries to call for them, first his father, then mother, then his siblings. but eventually he only calls for one person- you, his cherished childhood friend who always protected him from bullies and the harshness of an icy world. did you even know he was alive? were you sitting in your room, consumed by worry? Archons, he didn't even want to think about the anguished expression you made when you were concerned. with one last sob, all fades to black as Foul Legacy forces his body to shut down. years later, you've become a Fatuus, the loss of your best friend closing off your heart to the people around you. you're certainly not the most sociable agent, but your work is precise and meticulous, often tasked with trading forms back and forth between the Harbingers. you've gone to Il Dottore multiple times, but this is the first time he's in his lab when you're looking for him- you've heard that no one is allowed inside unless given permission, and quietly you shift your feet, staring at the door until you finally work up the nerve to knock. a voice from within ushers you inside, and you shove open the door, papers clutched in your hands. Dottore greets you, characteristic grin splashed across his face, leaving his experiment to take the papers from your hands. as he's flipping through the forms you silently peak around him, eyes widening ever-so-slightly when you see the enormous creature on the operation table, dark blood splattered with stars seeping from various wounds. it's breathing heavily, tiny whimpers slipping out at every movement, and suddenly the monster's head lolls to the side and claps its gaze onto you. the beast lets out a strangled cry, struggling at the restraints and letting out pained yelps and whines whenever it moves, and instinctively you back away. Dottore turns and tsks, showing you to the door and shaking his head towards the creature like it's a disobedient child. you try to ignore the heightening screams as the doctor gently shoves you out the door and waves goodbye, and you begin walking back to your station, shaking with fear. in the lab, Ajax sobs with grief as you leave, the doctor standing over him and shaking his head, before the sight of a syringe in his hand beats Ajax's Abyssal instincts back into submission.

Dottore gets down on one knee and is just like “marry me.” No “will you,” no long drawn out speech, just…“marry me.”

based off of Blasphemous Rumors by @boundinparchment 🫶 i love u thank u for feeding me (i’m 🐁 anon btw hi it’s nice to meet u i think.)

art moment

so subtle genshin… soooo subtle

Hi hi, it's me muzzle anon again ! How are you? I hope you are doing well, also sorry for this long rambling-

I juST remembered that when lyney and lynette were announced (?) some people thought that they would be One playable character, so I immediately thought how fragile reader and dottore being one playable character lol

just switching between them when you do a charge attack like furina's ability but instead of just color palate changing, a whole new person gets on the field lol

It's fun to imagine what their voiceline would be :]

Especially if we imagine that the only reason you would switch would be because they are in a fight when changing so the voicelines would be worried and/or intense?

And also fragile!reader being a support character and dottore being a DPS would fit the whole "we only need/have each other" mindset going on ?

ALSO ALSO when you add them to your team they could come into the screen dancing? Waltzing into their section then standing close to each other <3 evil couple being cool vibes

Their idle and voicelines probably would be still the same ?, talking as if the other is not there but maybe one special idle is like that one twirle/dance (?) idle from honkai star rail with Clara and Svarog? OH and Clara stumbles in that idle and svarog catches her , makes sense since fragile reader stumbles while trying to dance too so Dottore catches them by their waist and smirks, sharp teeth full display

...Also you know how characters has voicelines for hits/ damage? Reader and Dottore could have voicelines for warning each other to be careful, especially Dottore getting very worried when reader takes a heavy hit but when it comes to other characters he just goes scara mode maybe worse than, "Why are you even here?" or similiar to xiao going, "Weak."

(And maybe reader comparing the character that took damage to Dottore, praising him while degrading them gently lol <3)

Tho I'm not really sure how the teapot would work lol maybe there would be an option to switch them like you switch from night to day lol OR they automatically change when it's day/night I imagine that fragile reader would like the day time more and Dottore night, because he is a shady guy (and also because when he looks up to stars he remembers the Akademia days he had with reader and how they used to also stare at the stars <3)

With them being considered one character, now they are together forever <3

Sorry for the long message again <3 also english is not my first language so sorry if some parts seem weird I just rambled a lot without checking since i got very excited of the idea of a playable reader after the last post ehehe anyway hope u and everyone has a nice night/day!

- muzzle anon

OH MY GOSH NFKFEWFE I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MUZZLE ANON... ugh fragile reader and Dottore being playable is so real!! And i too remember that about the twins!! man that was really long ago huh? Anyway...

I ADORE the idea of them switching while doing a charge attack!! omfgrfwfr I can just imagine reader doing a dramatic, fancy pose and then it switches to Dottore rolling his eyes at your antics and adjusting his gloves... ugh he loves to indulge you, doesn't he? And hear me out too: instead of pneuma/ousia... two different elements/weapons too. They're just meta like that 😌 and extra supports who? Bennett? Nah, we don't need him. Reader is all the support Dottore needs to one-shot everyone <3 I imagine Dottore is the one who tries to hoard the screen time (he prefers to fight instead of you, he's worried about you pushing yourself too hard, but eventually he has to realize that he has to let you do your own thing too... he's hella overprotective still)

THE ADDING THEM INTO YOUR PARTY ANIMATION... CHEF'S KISS. I like to imagine reader is the one who tries to take the lead in this stuff :) Because even though they're still sick they're better than before, so they want to take advantage of that as much as they can and show Dottore how much they've changed :) You pull him into the frame of the screen and he twirls you around as you fall back into his chest, hands still intertwined :3 (traveler looking at your dramatic asses) AND THE IDEA OF DOTTORE CATCHING FRAGILE READER DURING THEIR IDLES...... UGHREGR WHY DO YOU BLESS ME WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. Reader trying their best to hide their lousy skills from Dottore so they can get better on their own, but nope! You should have known that your husband is always watching you, nothing gets past him! He catches you by the waist only to pull you back up with ease and spin you around flawlessly, chuckling as you stumble right back into his chest.

Dottore would straight up not care at ALL about the other members if they got hurt 💀, I imagine he'd only speak if anything happened to you, or he'd be condescending about how useless they were 💀 reader is similar but they're nicer to others, like if a fellow Harbinger got hurt, they'd worry, but if it was an Archon or someone that annoys them, in general, they'd just laugh at them (and receive little to no healing)

In the teapot, I like to imagine they have two separate bodies there when you place them, so they just always stand next to close to each other. When you talk to either of them, both of them will end up having a conversation with you. Also, when you make them specific furnishings they like each of them and will comment on the other's tastes lol (Dottore - makeshift lab, you - cozy Sumerian room)

"Huh, will it kill you to put away the research? You do not need a lab in the teapot, dear."

"Oh, but I do, [Name]. How else will I make your medicine?"

"Ah... sorry about that. How about you come to my room later so we can relax?"

Traveler: ...

They are truly the embodiment of do not separate.

UGH I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM!! 😭 let's not forget the matching skins... you and him in the Akademiya's uniforms again ;) AND DONT APOLOGIZE MUZZLE ANON!! I LOVE THIS AND LONG ASKS!!

Dottore thirst because I'm GRRGRHGRGH BARK WOOF WOOF WROOF

The premise for this mostly stems from @/ddarker-dream's (I hesitate to Actually tag because I'm a puss) Dottore post earlier today because WOOF WOOF GRR BARK WOOF I LOVE the idea of him just fucking Expecting you to tell the difference between him and his clones it just makes me GRRR BARK BARK BARK

CW: Yandere themes, graphic depictions of torture/gore, medical play (not in the fun way), drugging, conditioning(read: torture). Dottore is NOT a good or fun yandere. Seriously though, heed the warnings. This is darker than my usual stuff.

I feel like Dottore takes pleasure in replacing himself with one of his clones, if only to see how long it takes you to notice. And you are expected to notice.

You should be thankful he goes easy on you, at first. The first few times, the change was stark. He'd be too quick to anger, his smile too sharp, grip too bruising. Or he'd be clingy, too paranoid, too obsessive; not that he doesn't possess any those qualities himself, of course, but he's better at masking it– at not letting it consume him like it does his younger clones.

He expects you to recognize the intrinsic difference between him and his copies, what it is that sets him above each copy of himself that he makes. Ideally, he wants to train you to recognize him at a glance, even amidst an army of imposters.

Maybe it's his quiet paranoia that one of his copies might try to take you from him, tricking you into going willingly. Though he has already taken the possibility into consideration and taken measures to prevent it, he'd still rather not have to deal with it at all. So the responsibility falls to you to tell the difference.

Part of it might also be to gratify the twisted version of love he holds for you. He already knows you so intimately, knows how many times your heart beats in a day; knows what each individual tendon, each individual ligament does. He knows how many breaths you take in your sleep, how fast your heart races during a nightmare (less frequent now, since he began drugging your food each night to ensure you sleep).

It's only fair, then, that you should know him as intimately as he does you.

So he tests you. Every few weeks. Sometimes multiple times a week, even. The amount of time he gives you to spot the difference depends on how easy he feels he's making it on you.

When he first starts doing it, it's with his younger clones. The differences are stark, but he gives you three days comment on it, if only because you're new to this. He's fair. He'll give you time to learn the ropes.

Except.... he expects you to "learn the ropes" faster than you actually do.

By the fourth time he does it, you don't seem to notice the change by the time the unspoken deadline he's given you passes. He's surprised, really. And more than a little disappointed.

It should have been easy, and he'd given you four days, this time, which he felt was more than generous. Yet still you hadn't seemed any wiser to the change as the fourth day came and went.

It was a little odd, you thought. There were a few moments where you considered Dottore was "testing your observation skills" again, when he seemed to smile a little more warmly at you than usual, or you'd catch him staring more often than he usually does, instead of the casual indifference he generally shows towards you.

But you'd chalked it up to his work going particularly well for him, manifesting itself in his interactions toward you. You didn't mind the change, anyway, preferring the glimmer of softness he was showing you.

You realized your mistake when on the fifth day you woke up to him and his clone standing beside your bed. Your second mistake, however, was looking at his clone first, and asking it what was going on.

It's okay, though. He expected he'd have to play more of an... active role in teaching you, than simply setting the stage.

Dottore insists that is it not a punishment. He's just training you. Honing your observation skills, keeping you sharp. It feels like a punishment.

Usually, Dottore just drugs you. Gives you something that lights your nerves on fire, something... memorably unpleasant, something to encourage you to learn faster, but nothing that will leave a mark or any lasting (physical) damage the next day.

It's his preferred method of training you. The fastest, because if you don't need to recuperate from incisions, you can start your next "test" sooner.

But sometimes...

Sometimes he uses these "sessions" as an excuse to learn your inner workings more intimately than he already does. Sometimes he'll just... cut you open. Just a little bit. He'll give you a muscle relaxant, of course, so you don't struggle and hurt yourself, but depending on how slow your... training is going, he might "forget" the painkillers.

He never knocks you out, though. He expects you to be as invested in the process as he is. Isn't it fascinating? To be able to watch your own heart beat? You know, if you ever wanted something more... permanent, than a fragile human heart, you need only ask...

He generally doesn't go that far, though. It's only on rare occasions, and even more rare when you've just broken a "winning streak" of yours. If you're struggling too much when he feels you should be improving by now, he might resort to the more extreme methods, but he takes pity on you more often at the start, when you're still new, when you still have the benefit of a safety net.

Not that he doesn't enjoy cutting you open, of course. But he hates when you faint during these sessions, and it happens more often when he tries to show you how fascinating the inner workings of your body are, pressing limp, numb fingers to slick, exposed organs. It doesn't hurt, but the distant sensation of your own hand pressing inside yourself, guided by his own, is too much.

You had nightmares for weeks the first time he did it, so Dottore graciously stopped testing you for a while after that "incident," to give you time to "get over it." He could just drug you, wipe your memories, spare you the trauma. But he felt you'd made valuable progress that week, and he wanted to see the fruits of his labor.

And what sweet fruit it is. You've always been a fast learner. It's what he likes the most about you, even when you need a little encouragement to take the next steps.

But when you start to recognize the slight differences immediately, taking less and less time to catch on whenever he switches with a clone, Dottore couldn't feel more proud.

You stare a lot more, too; something he finds he really doesn't mind. He stares at you too, even if he's subtle about it, keeping you in his peripheral instead of his direct line of sight when he's near you. And the hyper vigilance– the hyper-awareness of his presence is cute, he thinks.

You know him so well, now, and he's sure if you stare long enough, if you continue to dedicate every piece of him to memory just as he has you, you'll begin to understand a modicum of what he feels for you.

Regardless, you'll always be his favorite pet project.