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✿⤥ lovecore dottore (genshin ) moodboard for anonymous!!
✿⤥ the stimboard can be found here!
please like / reblog if using! -Mod Elle :)
Little manga Dottie transparent I made a bit ago. It was *supposed* to be part of a full image, but i haven't touched it in months, so...
I know he didn't look like that during Signora's funeral, but I do NOT care !!!! Webtorre FTW !!!
The Plague (my first ever tumblr post wooooo. starting off with dottore art of course, how else)
yk how lisa’s a witch yet she’s afraid of pumpkins.. what if when dottore ends up having an allergy/fear of apples
i love the idea that lisa, baizhu, and dottore were all friends back in the akademiya. like imagine you’re at a class reunion and a witch, a pharmacist, and the second of the fatui harbingers walk into the room
Look around you What do those faces tell you? Faces, joy and pain
An apology gift from me who has been missing for quite a while due to college so have some college zandik brainrot :3
College AU Zandik where:
Tired 25/7, he aims to always get good grades and make sure to ace his classes. He's afraid of failure.
Would take biology as his major but his interests are mostly on the human anatomy. He managed to scare a few students when he was rambling on about how much he would like to bring a cadaver home, cut it open and take out the insides.
Coffee. That's it, just coffee.
Daddy issues. He hates his father with a passion that he would even jump out the window if he sees his own father in the same room as him.
Not much of a fan of sweets but he likes eating cinammon rolls.
Sleeps everywhere. On the chair, in the halls, maybe even in the bathroom, he can sleep while standing up or even sitting down.
If you're dating this man, expect to be his pillow wherever, whenever. If he's holding you and barely even moving from his place, he's asleep.
He doesn't mind tutoring you if you have trouble with other subjects. More time for him to be with you more and enjoy every second of it.
Soft kisses, warm hugs, he prefers to be the big spoon.
A switch. Mostly likes to dominate you but if you can manage, he's all fucked out and begging when he's the bottom. Bonus, he is loud.
Please, praise him. Not only turns him on but it also makes him happy after having to go through lots of hardships in his life.
Ma'am/Sir, if you can tug at a certain part of his hair, he will fold.
Despite being stressed out from school, he would still do his best to spend time with you. Wake you up every morning and even cook you meals.
May or may not have a little scrapbook of all your pictures together from the dates you two went on. He wants to save the important memories so he could cherish them with you.
Pulls you away from his mother who would always be coddling you and even showing you all of Zandik's baby pictures. To which the male would be upset and embarrassed that he has to pick you up and carry you to his room to cuddle.
@ranchhanf and @leebyko told me to make this <3
Hiii I’m back from the dead to promote my ao3! I just started this new Dottore series ^_^ id love if you’d check it out. I hope to make into a full series, I also have a lot of other fan fiction ideas I wanna post on ao3!
Dottore Headcanons
im back from the dead with head cannons for dottore even though i havent played genshin in months,, he is my current special interest so this might be a bit indulgent
note: these will be with and without an s/o ,, mostly sfw (brief mention of sex)
he has his own little wing of the fatui base (so his experiments don’t affect the other fatui or the surrounding ground
he has a few operating rooms but one big main one (he mostly uses the other ones to hold stuff like body parts or plants/ bacteria) the main room has a small office attached to it where he hold all his files and documents on his experiments, he uses the bigger one as his main base of operations)
He is one of the most respected and feared harbingers (mostly cuz he’s more well known to the public than some of other members)
He can basically never die cuz he can create infinite clones ( but he’s still working on memory transfer)
Original dottore is older than his clones (he’s around mid 40’s)
He prefers to experiment on people rather than animals
he, like the other harbingers, has a living quarters in the Tsaritsa base but he prefers to just sleep in his office
Chronically sleep deprived (that’s how he stays so erratic)
Has tried all the drugs
Has even tested some harmful experiments on himself( mostly before he made clones,, has caused permanent damage to his body and blood)
had a pet bunny when he was a child but accidentally killed it
With an s/o
his giving love language is acts of service and his receiving language is physical touch
he is secretly very clingy
you were most likely one of his subjects but he liked you so much he decide to give you special treatment and manipulated you into staying with him
his concept of love is a bit messed up, he leans more toward obsession
he likes pet names like pet, love, dear, my sweet, and little one
he tends to have a short temper but instead of getting angry he makes threats to harm others (people you care about) or lock you in a room
he's toxic
but its okay cuz hes hot (/hj)
he likes to get you involved in his experiments and to have your input on things
he trusts you a lot (because he's convinced you that you need him to live)
the other fatui kind of know about you but don't rly care or give you any special treatment
pretty much every time ya'll have sex its in his lab or office
he likes when you wear collars or chokers
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thx for reading <3
Random dump w random characters (Webtoon Dottore and Caine n Bubble)
The Clockwork Creation
The thunder roared, splitting the night in two, as jagged bolts of lightning illuminated the darkened skies above the lonely Snezhnayan lab. You stood outside the towering building, feeling your heart race with anticipation, knowing what lay within. Your hands trembled as you clutched the edges of your cloak tighter, hoping the cold night air would soothe the anxious energy surging through your veins.
It had been weeks—months, even—since you had seen him last. Il Dottore, the brilliant, enigmatic man you once knew, had withdrawn into his secret laboratory, obsessing over his latest experiment. Letters were few, and each one more cryptic than the last. His mind, once so sharp and full of purpose, seemed to unravel further with every success.
The heavy oak doors of the lab creaked open as if sensing your approach. Stepping inside, you were greeted by the harsh smell of chemicals, the scent burning in your nose. The place was darker than you remembered, the air thicker, suffocating.
You had known Dottore for years, working alongside him in pursuit of knowledge, always fascinated by his mind, his ambition. But something had changed in him. The brilliant scientist you admired had begun to twist under the weight of his obsession, pursuing power and discovery without regard for ethics or consequences.
It all started with one question that spiraled into madness: Could life be recreated?
Dottore had once confided in you his dream to conquer the boundaries of mortality, to shape life from death, to bend nature’s laws. What was once a philosophical debate had transformed into something real, something terrifying.
You swallowed hard, your footsteps echoing through the empty halls as you descended deeper into his workshop. Every corner was filled with the remnants of abandoned experiments—half-constructed automata, strange, ticking contraptions made of metal and sinew, and medical devices whose purpose you dared not imagine.
The sound of whirring gears and clanking metal grew louder as you approached the heart of the laboratory. In the center of the dimly lit room stood a towering figure—Dottore.
His back was turned to you, hunched over a large table littered with surgical tools, tubes, and vials of unknown substances. Sparks flew from the apparatus around him, filling the air with the stench of burning metal. He didn’t notice your presence at first, so consumed was he by the work before him.
“Dottore,” you called out softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of machinery.
He stiffened, then slowly turned to face you. The moment his eyes locked with yours, you knew he was no longer the man you once knew. His sharp red gaze gleamed with a feverish intensity, and a twisted smile tugged at his lips. He looked gaunt, hollow, as if sleep and sanity had long since abandoned him.
“You came,” he said, his voice low, smooth, but tinged with something unsettling. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
You took a hesitant step forward, your eyes scanning the room. On the table before him lay the culmination of his work—a creation. A body. It was large, humanoid, though something about it was grotesque in its stillness. The flesh, stitched together in patches, was pale and unnatural. Tubes connected to the figure pulsed with dark liquid, and electrodes attached to its temples sparked occasionally as Dottore worked feverishly on some unseen adjustment.
“What… what have you done?” you whispered, your throat dry as you stared at the lifeless form.
Dottore’s grin widened, his hands twitching with manic excitement. “I’ve done it. I’ve surpassed them all—Celestia, the Archons, the very laws of nature itself. I’ve created life!”
Your stomach churned at his words. “This… this isn’t life, Dottore. This is an abomination.”
His expression darkened, the once playful glint in his eyes replaced by something dangerous. “You don’t understand, do you? You never truly understood the potential. This creation—this being—is more than life. It is perfection, designed by me. It will be the first of many, a new race crafted from the brilliance of science and human ingenuity.”
You shook your head, taking a step back as the horror of it all sank in. “You’re playing with things no one should. This… this thing you’ve made—it’s not natural. You can’t just stitch together parts of the dead and call it life.”
Dottore’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you saw a flash of the man he once was. But that moment passed quickly, and the mad scientist was back, his voice dripping with condescension. “Natural? Do you think nature cares for the weak, the fragile? I’ve improved upon it. I’ve made something better. It can’t die, it can’t fail, and it will serve me as no living creature could.”
He moved closer to the table, his hands hovering above the switches and levers of the device connected to the body. The electricity in the room crackled with a strange energy, the tension thick and palpable.
“I invited you here,” Dottore said, his voice softening in an eerie imitation of warmth, “because I wanted you to witness the future. You’ve always understood me, haven’t you? You’ve been by my side for so long. I thought… you might appreciate the genius behind it.”
You stared at him, torn between the loyalty you once felt and the growing horror gnawing at your heart. He had lost himself, his brilliance consumed by ambition and madness.
“This isn’t right,” you whispered, taking another step back. “I can’t… I can’t be part of this.”
Dottore’s smile faltered, the disappointment clear in his eyes. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of hurt, but it was quickly replaced by the cold, calculating gleam you had come to fear.
“Pity,” he murmured, turning away from you. “I had hoped you would understand. But I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. When my creation awakens, the world will understand. You will understand.”
With a flourish, Dottore pulled the final lever. The room exploded with light and sound as the machinery roared to life. Lightning arced from the coils overhead, striking the body on the table with violent force. The air buzzed with raw energy as the figure convulsed, its limbs jerking in unnatural movements. The smell of burning flesh filled the room.
You watched in silent horror as the body twitched and spasmed, the once-lifeless form beginning to move with purpose. The creature opened its eyes—dull, glassy orbs staring into the void—and let out a low, guttural groan.
Dottore’s laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound of pure, manic joy. “It lives!” he shouted, his voice trembling with triumph. “I’ve done it! I’ve conquered life itself!”
The creature on the table sat up slowly, its movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet being manipulated by unseen strings. It looked around the room with blank, unfocused eyes, its mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words. But it was clear—this was no miracle of life. This was a mockery of it.
You couldn’t take it anymore. “Dottore, stop this!” you cried, your voice breaking. “This is madness!”
He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a wild fervor. “Madness? This is brilliance! This is what humanity has been striving for all along. To become gods!”
But as the creature rose from the table, its body shaking with each movement, you saw something flicker in its eyes. Fear. Confusion. Pain. It was no god—it was a broken thing, pieced together by a man who had lost sight of what it meant to truly live.
The creature let out a low, mournful wail, its hands trembling as it looked down at its own patchwork body. For a moment, you thought you saw the smallest spark of humanity in its eyes, a brief glimmer of recognition. And then, it turned to Dottore.
The scientist stepped forward, his arms outstretched in a gesture of welcome. “You are my greatest creation,” he said softly, his voice filled with reverence. “You belong to me.”
But the creature’s face twisted into something dark, something primal. With a sudden, violent movement, it lunged at Dottore, knocking him to the ground. The two figures struggled, the sound of ripping flesh and grinding metal filling the air as Dottore’s creation fought against its maker.
You watched in horror, frozen in place as the scene unfolded. The scientist’s screams echoed through the lab, but there was nothing you could do.
In the end, Dottore’s obsession, his need to control life itself, had destroyed him.
As the creature stood over his broken body, it turned to you. For a brief moment, you thought it might attack, but instead, it simply stared. There was something in its eyes now—an understanding, perhaps. A sad, broken understanding of what it was and what it had been made to be.
And then, without a sound, it turned and lumbered out of the lab, disappearing into the cold night.
You stood there, the wind howling outside, your heart heavy with the weight of what had transpired.
Il Dottore, once the brilliant mind you admired, was gone—consumed by his own creation, a monster of his own making.
new brush new style.. hello again genshin community
What if Dottore’s the shade of logic
HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYSSS
This my first art of the year
Feeling great
Uhh also I think I kinda burned my eyes looking at this hehhh