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batarangsoundsdumb · 2 months
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there's two wolves inside of you; chronic oversharer vs still scared of strangers on the internet
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fatuismooches · 26 days
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Sobbing rn I just got hit with the cutest hurt/comfort idea for fragile!reader and Dottore
(The hurt in this instance is just fragile!reader's self deprecating inner monologue 😭)
What if reader was the sort who fussed over their appearance a lot? In the Akademiya they wouldn't be caught dead with dark circles under their eyes or having their hair messy.
Even if they did pull all nighters for a project, they always found time to put just a little bit of make-up on to lighten up their eyebags, and always had a simple yet neat hairstyle in mind in times they're in a rush.
They might be perishing from all the studies and assignments but they're going to look good doing it!
This made Reader and Zandik an even odder pair in the Akademiya. Reader who is always neat and in style, versus Zandik who just spent the whole night taking apart a ruin guard somewhere in Avidya Forest until the sun rose and he showed up as is.
That was one of the features Zandik found 'annoying' about Reader before they got together. Like - ugh they're so bubbly and energetic! They're running around everywhere and they're so chatty! Them with their— nice hair! And— pretty eyes, and those robes that actually fit them as if they were tailored! How pretentious of them— (he was down bad. Bro was coping with anger to bat away the feels)
But of course, that was all in the past. In the present, Reader can't take care of their appearance anymore. They couldn't even pick up a hairbrush, their joints ached horribly, they don't have the strength to hold something so light, they don't have the energy to do the basic care of untangling the strands of hair either.
They can't stand looking at their own reflection. That sense of 'wrongness' they couldn't fix, what they couldn't hide. How desperately they wanted to put just a little bit of blush at least, to give their skin some life with how sickeningly pale it was, no longer warm and saturated as it used to be.
They can't look at their eyes either. The greying, sagging bags beneath their lids was a taunt. No amount of sleep would get rid of them.
They can't wear outfits that were too elaborate. Their temperature fluctuated too much, a deathly cold beneath their skin, then a sudden spike in heat as if they were being scorched by the desert sun. They have to wear basic garments, comfortable without hindering layers to slow down their daily check-ups.
Reader is thankful for the segments caring for them, they really are. A segment brushing their hair while talking to them is a highlight of their day.
But... it wasn't the same.
Of course it wouldn't be, the segments were carers, nor stylists.
Still, the fact that they had no control over their appearance and presentation had their mental state withering.
Dottore noticed this. How withdrawn his dear had become. They had their days of silence, yes... but this was more sombre than usual.
He concludes that their illness was flaring up again, and that they were masking their pain instead of consulting with him. He comes to their room of course, his current duties be damned (not that he could've been productive even if he had wanted to, the Segments were restless and shrinking away from their tasks, their darling's current disposition bothered them.)
Opening the door slightly to enter, he sees them blankly staring at their reflection, prodding a finger on their prominent eyebags, rubbing their cheek to see if it would redden.
Ah... how could he had forgotten that. They were once very particular of how they looked. He should have known this possibility, witnessing their own sickly reflection would be distressing...
[The Crow visits a certain Dove. Despite how stiff and vague the Doctor had been with his words, the Damsalette only tittered in understanding, and imparted the knowledge he was seeking.]
The next day, Reader is sat on their vanity, waiting for a Segment to tend to them (always with a little bit of struggle to walk in the morning, but it's the least they could do to be less of an inconvenience already.)
The minutes tick by... he's late. Did something happen?
More time goes by, and they become more worried. They were about to get up and search before the door creaks open.
Zandik...? And he's carrying a... why does he have a bag?
They have plenty of questions. Why the late arrival? What was in the bag? Why was Zandik himself here?
Before they could ask all of this, however, he sets the small bag down on the vanity. He riffles through it... are those make-up brushes?
Wait, make-up?
The next half-hour was spent in stunned silence for Reader's part, Zandik was silent as well out of careful concentration. Gently applying everything, his touch on the brush strokes and blending soft... applying gloss on their lips.
Once Zandik moves on to their hair, they finally catch a glimpse of their reflection. Their cheeks were rosey, the dark circles under their eyes concealed, their lips no longer appearing dry, and instead plump and shimmering.
Oh.
... they almost looked like the way they were before their illness.
Almost.
But it was enough.
(Reader tries so hard not to cry. Fighting back tears, not wanting to ruin the make-up Zandik so diligently applied. Once Zandik was finished with their hair... they may have hiccuped a little bit.)
They may no longer have that upbeat energy they once boasted... but it was comforting to see their old reflection once again. It had been far too long.
You know, I really love this ask because my whole life I've pretty much never used make-up even though I want to so having Dottie do it for me heals me a bit. Also, I'm not very knowledgeable on it so apologies if anything is wrong. Okay, I'm done. 🤏
In all honesty, Dottore was never one to care much for outward looks but he has to admit that you still always manage to look good despite all of the work from school plus all of the work you help with for his experiments, plus... literally everything life throws at you. Yet you still bounce back like it was nothing. The scholar still had not discovered your secret to this yet despite observing you for so long, which furthered his interest in you even though he didn't admit it.
Zandik did maintain his appearance, to an extent of course as he didn't go out of his way to look great, but nothing compared to the effort you put in. So while he did look presentable most of the time, there have been quite a few times you made him late to class because there was no way you were going to let him out looking like that. You don't regret it, even when you get weird looks from the other students. Being 'odd' with your equally as odd lover was nothing to worry about, in your humble opinion.
Although Zandik couldn't hope to understand your strange nature, always mumbling under his breath about you while you laughed at his comments, he also couldn't help but enjoy being around you. You kept him on his toes (your words, not his.)
Unfortunately, this nature and style of yours gradually dissipated into nothing when your illness struck. At first, you refused to accept it, pushing yourself to do what you usually did but soon enough you realized that it simply wasn't going to work out. You had all these tools and resources and options in front of you but you couldn't use them anymore. The self-consciousness only grew more and more each day as you struggled to see yourself as beautiful - struggled to see yourself as a person Dottore would find beautiful.
Of course, your gratitude to the segments couldn't be properly expressed or put into words. You quite literally wouldn't be here without them. However, it is still incredibly demoralizing to be unable to do what you once loved. You really did love them, but... it wasn't enough.
Dottore, despite spending much time in his lab or elsewhere, still kept tabs on you of course. Not just as your doctor, but as your lover, it was important. He had seen you at your lowest numerous times before, comforting you through the worst moments, and he was angered - not at you of course, but rather at himself for being unable to do anything that would be enough for you. Yet he continued, even when you hid yourself from him.
This time, however, maybe the scientist could do a bit more. He doesn't particularly... approve of the Third, or your "friend", but she's far more knowledgeable in this area than he'll ever be. Thankfully, she didn't tease him too much, knowing of your current state.
Dottore had never been one to take much interest in your make-up or style, preferring to simply watch as you worked your magic. So seeing him walk in with make-up makes you think you're still dreaming. (You remember laughing at his segment's various fashion tastes when you woke up though.)
The questions die on your lips the moment he lays everything out and the soft brush tickles your face, not to mention how he's obviously inexperienced yet he's still doing a good job. A part of you aren't surprised because of course he'd be skilled at most things, but still, you thought Celestia would sooner fall on Teyvat than Dottore do your make-up for you. Slowly, you watch as he transforms your face into something that was once dearly familiar.
It's not the same. It may never be. But it's more than enough for you, to revisit the old days that you loved so much. You fear you may cry full-on if you speak, so a simple kiss on your husband's face will have to do.
But regardless of what you look like, no matter how much your body and looks will change, Zandik will always view you as the most beautiful creation on this planet.
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edenfire · 4 months
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🌸💘"were you expecting prince charming?~"💘🌸
what if akira is hit with a status effect that turns him into a mouse, and the only way to change back is a kiss from a prince?👀💘💞🌸
I doodled the sketch for this a few years ago, and I'm super happy that I was finally able to color it🥰💗
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megabuild · 2 months
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ive been doodlin them non stop recently
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gio-cosmo · 26 days
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He has NO reason to be looking this joyful here 😭
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1pcii · 6 months
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my fave alabasta shipping dynamics is pre-established zolu playing matchmaker (how successful they are? eehhhh) for pining namivivi
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raiinbowolive · 4 months
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hi saiki k likers is this anything xD
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cubey-cube · 3 months
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Forgot to listen to the new episode yesterday and still haven't gotten around to it so this has nothing really to do with it. the fact Hermie was back last episode inspired me to draw these guys again
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myokk · 3 days
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More regency au💓
Ok so I’m DYING of laughter at these male fashion plates I found of Regency clothing & I needed to share them😭😭😭😭😭
I have LITERALLY NO IDEA what the artist was going for and I love it😇🙏
(and also to show that my regency pictures are period-accurate & Bridgerton is really NOT jajajajajjaja)
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cosmic-cogs · 10 months
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I have ideas yet no motivation to write but hear me out
Bot/con of your choise x reader
There is a bot/con stranded on Earth, alone and injured, they barely have the strength to pull themselves the safety of a cave not too far from where they crashed, animals evacuating the are as quickly as they could. They loose consiousness, thinking this'd be the last thing they see but one day, after the years have taken their toll on the bot/con, their optics finally flicker back on, light so dim the creature infront of them could barely tell the difference, and the same as them, the large alien couldn't tell what was infront of them.
The human did what they could, using whatever they had to connect or seal the cut wiring, mend the torn metal, doing what they could to stop the bleeding, cleaning away the rust, caring for this stranger the best they knew how to. It wouldn't heal the bot/con, but it'd keep them alive, that was enough for both of them
Till one day, they are found. The bot/con carried away to safety by allies who wonder how they could still live, what has been caring for their injured friend, and the human has to come back to an empty cave with no sign of their injured friend.
They couldn't move on their own, not far anyway.
So, had another human found them?
Judging by the size of the foot steps on the ground, no.
They were alone, their friend taken away to who knows where, who knows if they'd ever see one another again, who knows if they were even on the same planet.
All they had was the hope that whoever had found them could heal what the couldn't
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skibidiluffy · 4 months
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i love usopp so much I can tolerate the ugly bugly blond bimbo over therrre
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transfemoliorionsound · 4 months
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homosexuality reblog if you agree (from this post by @thehappyromeo)
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beefstockcubes · 2 months
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Wizard man… take me by the hand… bring me to the land… that you understand
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butmog · 23 days
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nevarroes · 5 months
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honestly cas isn't even The Dark Urge to me, he's just cas. Cas from baldur's gay three. This man is a canon character to me.
thank u for supporting my delusions... its much appreciated💯💜
honestly "the dark urge" does nothign 4 me anymore in regards to Cas because to me ? he has more of a personal beef w Bhaal at this point... u ask me what Cas' deal is and I see him sending hate mail to Bhaal with an ouija board while oil wresting Mephistopheles
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mukuberry · 5 months
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I will never not be over how Rika Kim is genuinely one of the best written characters I've ever seen and a perfect example of how hostile the world is towards abuse survivors, but the people who wrote her somehow did it entirely by accident?
Rika was horrifically abused by her family growing up, and only managed to protect herself after so many years by using the anger she felt to threaten her abusers into leaving her tf alone. They told her time and time again she was nothing but a devil, and she learned to played into that to keep her and her dog safe. But despite that, she truly wanted to be a kind and safe person to the people around her, and only showed her anger when she felt she had to protect herself.
So when she's finally in a safe place, when she finally has access to therapy, what does her therapist tell her? That she has to put her anger aside and forgive the people who abused her. Cheritz loves pushing the idea that people need to forgive their abusers to heal, that not forgiving them will make you an abuser as well, they've shown this time and time again (zen's route, v's ae, saeran's ae). But for Rika, her anger has been the only thing that protected her. So obviously she's going to reject that idea! And she should! No one is obligated to forgive anyone who hurts them and anger isn't an inherently evil thing to feel. It's no wonder she immediately drops therapy after hearing that... but this rejection is shown as a flaw of hers, rather than a completely understandable response to being told something so stupid.
Holding onto anger for too long can certainly be dangerous and damaging, but I believe if the people around her hadn't told her that her anger was inherently evil and something she had to hide and fix, she would've eventually processed her emotions and trauma in a healthy. But she never got that chance! And after being told that the only thing that protected her is actually wrong and makes her just as bad as the people who hurt her, it's no wonder that she instead chose to let her emotions consume her and rejected the world and the concept of healing entirely;; if she can't rely on her anger, who can she? V? She's constantly afraid he's going to abandon her for the very thing she's being demonised for. If she can't rely on her 'devil', she's completely defenseless in the world. And if the world is going to object this 'devil', she has no choice but to object the world back.
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