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😊 i really enjoyed your monster works! do you have a favorite kind of monster?

hiii fellow monster lover i assume 😈😈😈

as for favorites, there are a couple that i enjoy like: dragons, vampires, ghosts, nagas, mermans, devils, etc... yeah i could go on haha (heavy emphasis on dragons cause mmmmmm)

i wanna try my hand on driders too since they're quite under appreciated imo

im glad you enjoyed my monster works tho!! i'll def make some more exclusively tumblr writing soon when my schedule isn't a mess 😛😛

I hope Lucien dominates me 🥵🥵🥵

This crazy prince is this what i need for

glad you enjoyed his craziness 😉😉😉

thyon my goat. Anyone who swear they r his fan more than I will be eradicated 🙏 have to be the top spot on his booty call 📞

genuinely i think you are his one and only fan and defender so i think you're good... for now ;)

i would LOVE to bottom out in Jude to

he should let me do that no questions asked

i would LOVE for you to control your peepee

I would like idris to bottom out in me

i'm sure he'd gladly do that anytime you ask

have yyou seen my omega Jude 💔💔I need his daily vitamin c

are you quite sure its not his vitamin D 🤔🤔🤔

you absolute omega im the only ALPHA here

says the aggressive omega ok.

can u write me and gabriel from his dilvei fanfic bad liar gettinf freaky thank u

i know this is you, you freaky onion

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...and yeah sure why not 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Vei, how should one go about bothering their favorite author?

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i think this sums it up pretty well 😇😇😇

hey 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓲 how r u

can I freak Remiel ❤

sure thingie, freak him all you like you freak <3

Vei, I just read your post about yandere naga and male reader, it was magnificent! Can I ask you, if you're up for it, to write a nsfw part 2?

omg that post is so old 😂😂😂 but yes sure i can definitely write some freaky with the yandere naga anonnie!! though it'll probably take a while cause im still in thesis hell 😔

omg oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon oberon 😳😳😳😳😳😳

i will be the first person to send you anything fate related so yandere headcanons for oberon (or merlin ig..................) pls

i was going to send in smth related to the yandere alphabet but i couldnt find it ):

OBERON MY BELOVED MY TIME IS NOW (love this guy, he's my favorite but like actually) These headcanons takes place in an AU where Chaldea's functioning like a normal organization with multiple masters and servants and the reader isn't mankind's last master. These aren't super duper romantic, since this some surface level interactions but I'd be more than happy to do a follow up!

Something had gone incredibly wrong during the summoning process, or that's what everyone said in a panic when the platform in the summoning chamber overflowed with blood as thick as blood. You didn't know who or... what you even had on your hands until you pulled them out of the filth. You were surprised by how easy it was, since you expected pulling a body out of knee deep filth would be much harder.

You didn't pay any mind to your peers saying to abort the summoning process. Why would you? You were always told servants call out to masters, and for some reason this... whatever it was was calling out to you. It would be wrong to throw them away. Maybe there's something wrong with you as a person.

You could tell it was a person -- a man, although he had more in common with a dead tree branch than an actual human being given how pale and gangly he was. His spirit origin was so weak that you had to actively supply him with mana so he could maintain his form and not fall back into the throne of heroes, an issue no other masters had with their servants.

Something truly had gone horribly wrong once you were able to get him assessed properly. His saint graph was entirely corrupted. You weren't able to get his true name, and you weren't even able to view his class. No one Chaldea had any interest in helping you figure out how to stabilize this servant, so you were all on your own.

You dove head first into the training simulations, eager to get some embers to help add some fire to your servant. He couldn't help, or maybe he wouldn't. He'd watch you, a human mage, do combat with the weakest of the simulations just so you could get even the most basic of embers.

Day in and day out, you'd be mocked by your peers for turning into the servant in your partnership. Day in and day out, he would just watch you struggle and fight. His face remained expressionless, and his eyes were glazed over and unblinking. It was like hauling a living corpse around, with his cracked lips and cold, clammy skin but you were too stubborn to give up. A part of you had to know who and what he is, but a bigger part of you wondered why he chose you.

After you were pressured over and over again by your superiors to let your nameless servant go, you were sent off on a mission. You couldn't exactly stay in Chaldea for forever without doing your part. This was actually a power play to get you to reconsider because you were very likely to die on this mission. But you didn't give up even in the face of danger.

Things go about as well as expected, which in this case meant catastrophically poorly, and as you were about to perish, your servant springs forth to life. He transforms in an explosion of skin and gore, reforming in an instant. Insect wings sprout from his back, and his legs take on the shape of a grasshopper. His pale hair shifts into a darker shade. A crown of blue stars sits atop his head. And he rips apart the rogue enemy that had you staring a dead end in the face with a monstrous arm. It was as if he shifted and ascended through every part of his spirit graph until he was...

"Vortigern" he calls himself, finally revealing his true name. It was the first time you heard him speak. He sounded... quiet, or rather tired. When you tried to view his class, it didn't appear as unreadable anymore but instead was more cryptic. It shifted from class to class. One moment he's a rider, and you blink and now he's a ruler? He grins at you in satisfaction.

And so, when you finally return to Chaldea with a very different looking servant, everyone has quite a few questions. Vortigern refuses to engage with this, and you can feel the disgust radiate off of him. Just because he was too weak to move didn't mean he was unaware of what was happening. He was very aware of the hardships you went through to just to keep him here, and of how you were the only one who seemed to want that. It was why he called out to you.

It had to be you, someone who would accept him even in all of his wretched ways. He'd be willing to wait forever if it meant he'd find someone like you, but he didn't have to. When you were getting overwhelmed by the whiplash of the situation, he'd step in without mincing words prying back some of the solitude you had to make peace with and found comfort in. "I'm Oberon. Could you kindly fuck right off?" It was quite the introduction. He was as foul mouthed as he was formal. People get the message really quickly and get out of your business.

Vortigern, or Oberon as he refers to himself to people who aren't you, becomes your most loyal ally. Or maybe your only ally. You just think he's shy and standoffish, but in reality he just sees everyone around you as unworthy of being in your presence. But it doesn't bother you that it's just the two of you. It's been the two of you for so long that it feels like home.

You get sent off on more and more missions. The people in charge don't have any issues with you now that you actually have a functional, albeit still faulty, servant.

Vortigern would become anything you need. A saber to cut down a lancer, a rider to trample casters -- even special classes weren't off limits to him. Whatever you needed, he gave you. Every time you looked at him, you could see him boring into you with those vivid blue eyes of his. Despite how unnerving and overwhelming his presence was, you never grew tired of it. There was no place you felt safer. If only you knew how wrong you were.

sorry for the uhh false alarm of oc post that people probably thought were updates hehe but i had brainrot of making my ocs here based more upon the arcanas in tarot cards!! (makes them more fun to write for me personally)

here's hoping i can get an update out like next month cause my supervisor has been a lil bit of a biatch >:(

( 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ) ✦ ⎯⎯ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐑𝐀, the moon  ˚ · .┊ 𝇄𝇃 ✧.

he's been waiting for the wedding for a long, long time. ever since the day you've scarred one another, blood marking blood — a testament to the bond that sealed your fates together.

─── The MOON represents the realm of the subconcious, symbolizing the mysteries that lie beneath the conscious thought. it can warn of hidden agendas, often signaling that appearances may be deceiving.

✦ ″ beneath the canopy of stars, his cold, unyielding hands hold you tightly in place, his long silver hair billowing in the night wind, sending cold chills down your spine. in those silver eyes of his, there is something unspoken — something undeniably cruel and flushed with madness.

✦ ″ the second prince is someone to be avoided at all costs. to catch his gaze would be a mistake, and to fall into his cunning hands would be your ruin. (because his love is an ocean, and he holds enough of it to drown you both)

[ directory . ]

01. — you are promised to me, remember that.

02. — a night like no other, just for us, don’t you agree?

do not claim, repost, or use this character without permission. character art from onmyoji

( 𝐈𝐕 ) ✦ ⎯⎯ 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐌, the emperor  ˚ · .┊ 𝇄𝇃 ✧.

he demands perfection by his side, and you, the brave little assassin sent in his sleep, is exactly that.

─── THE EMPEROR represents authority, structure, and most definitely, control. he is a symbol of power, of discipline, of stability, and upholds order in his role of leadership.

✦ ″ beauty incarnate — that is what comes to mind when you allow yourself to truly look at him. his short blond hair frames his face with perfect symmetry, and the hollow blue of his eyes holds your gaze so intensely that it seems impossible to believe the man before you is, in fact, human.

✦ ″ he is everything a ruler should be, they say. armed with a formidable arsenal and a mind as sharp as any blade, he guards his kingdom with an iron grip. and that grip of his... these days, it seems fixed solely on you.

[ directory . ]

01. — your lips are reserved solely for mine

02. — i've grown rather fond of you, my assassin.

do not claim, repost, or use this character without permission. character art by @hataria_kawa

can i dm u on dc

its about the request (not sending it yet ofc, i just gotta make sure u understand whatever the fuck im writing)

yes buddy, dm away 💗💗💗

are you abandoning the mother of your children vei ☹️🙁

what do u want rohi 🧍‍♂️

h what r u not comfortable with writing

as long as it doesn't involve poop kinks

mahe u piece of onion just come out and say it: you love the silly blonde haired man 🤥🤥🤥🤥

FIRST OF ALL. he's bl*nde, second, he STANK. I can smell how stinky he is whenever he appeared on my screen, and whenever that happen i spray kisspray all over the screen and he would still be a stinky fucker

ok mahe whatever you say 🤯🤯🤯🤯

the name thy*n should be banned and anyone who says it without censoring it should disappear

mahe u piece of onion just come out and say it: you love the silly blonde haired man 🤥🤥🤥🤥

You are the best person who writes yandere stories, mainly for male readers, honestly, in yandere stories, the majority are generally for a female audience. I miss the representation of the male reader in yandere stories. You are the best yandere story writer for male readers 😉😉

awwww this is one of the sweetest comments ever 🥹🥹🥹 tysm!! imma try and update more frequently here in tumblr... i've been busied by wattpad and quotev again lmfao

Nh uh.. FUCK that dragon !!!!

i will assume that this is the anon that wanted to top idris

I feel like Lucien has a biting fetish and a bredding kink on the reader, I imagine he is sadistic in sex with the reader.

it's time to bring back shame!! 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

...i'm kidding no worries (why is lucien so popular ohmygod) he DEFINITELY has a biting kink that is for sure, as for breeding kink... i guess we'll see won't we?

Voila it's me again, and I will hold you to your promise until the end of time so I will come for you if you drop out the last second👺

so i see (is that a threat HMM?!)👺👺👺 but don't worry, i'll write it cause i need to see it happen ... and to see if it fits too 👉👈

https://www.tumblr.com/dilvei/762957501657481217/y-you-guys-arent-gonna-kinkshame-me-if-i-post?source=share

You'll be a coward and I WOULD shame you if you won't post that fic 🤨🤨🤨

I WILL I WILL DONT WORRY I WILL BE BRAVE!!!!

y-you guys aren't gonna kinkshame me if i post some actual dragon fucking right...? 🥹🥹🥹 (cause im gonna...)

NOT A REQUEST!!!!! https://www.tumblr.com/dilvei/758120230165872640/thyon-x-reader-when-3-cough-cough-im-joking-do?source=share I SAW THIS AND I GOTTA ASK... ARE YOU BEING FRFR? Cuz once requests are open i might send something........ This is very out of character of me (self proclaimed number 1 Thyon hater)

yes i was being forreal number 1 thyon hater :)))

i would write any of my main ocs in my stories hehe (for example mythical devotions' list would be: idris, thyon, remiel, etc) though if you're going to request any of them i'd like you to be a tinyyy specific as to what reader u want (original mc or a new one) and the scenario you'd like (aus and such hehe)

Lucien looks like one of those male protagonists from enemies to lovers tropes, who loves to torture the protagonist in a sexual way🥵🥵🥵 and I imagine he will have no mercy on our prince reader at the time of the wedding night

you would love to see that torture wouldn't you nonnie??? 🧐🧐🧐🧐

BUT YEAH UR NOT WRONG LMFAO lucien is one of those types. i'll write down that wedding night eventually, just gotta find the right time for it. until then uhhh... imagine it as nasty as you would 🤠🤠

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 | yandere!dottore x m!reader

warnings | torture, religious imagery (if u squint), psychological horror, gore (detailed), non-com/dub-con, human trafficking & experimentation, what do u expect its dottore, no beta we die like kdj | might contain some mischaracterisation or misconception somewhere or whatever because I stopped playing genshin in 2021 lol 

pairings: dottore x m!experiment!reader

summary: after creating you, dottore grows to be obsessed with the idea of you, and your perfection.

was requested by anon

THE FIRST THING YOU FEEL, is the absence of being.

It’s strange to feel so substanceless; so inhuman. When consciousness first awakes in you — when you feel the first rays of the glaring lights seeping into your eyelids — all you can do is blink your eyes, wincing. 

SUBJECT 094 HAS JUST BEEN CREATED.

Your body is shivering and naked and raw — you’ve just been created. Hands rove over your body, but they aren’t lecherous: rather, the way they touch you is purely clinical, like how a butcher would inspect meat. You hear bits and pieces of words you don’t know, floating over your head. You wonder if they’re any perforations in you — whether you’re another failed experiment, another creation to discard.

Your hands are without a single blemish. You’re new.

You hear them say you’re perfect.

An experiment. A perfect experiment, after ninety-three times. 

They call you 94. 

You long for a name.

Your creator has not met you yet: but you’ve seen people who look exactly like him, working on you — they knock you out with pills, drugs, serums — they give you injections with thick, blunt syringes and stuff your mouth with tissue when you want to scream. They ignore your convulses and your shrieks and the tears that roll down your cheeks madly — they too, are not human. They have no emotions to pity you: and you too, shouldn’t have the capability to feel, and yet you do. Shamelessly, piteously, and horrifically — you feel human.

That is the desired result, one tells you, when you spit those words out. They tasted funny in your tongue, sitting there and rotting until you finally tossed them out. We wanted you to be human. A perfect being. You will aid Fatui greatly.

Fatui? You had echoed.

Fatui, another murmurs, the order we serve. And our master, Dottore, who you are supposed to serve.

You learn that Dottore is away in a place called Sumeru. This place is Snezhnaya, and the place you’re in is Dottore’s lab. Dottore. The name drops down honeyed from your lips, and so you repeat it: Dottore…

The master you serve.

The master you serve is named Dottore. But you will call him Doctor, one warns you.

You tuck those words in your head, and they insert more needles into you. Your skin has become an atlas of thin, small holes — non noticeable to the human eye, but each pulsing and swelling beneath your skin.

You wait for your creator to come.

You wait for your God to come.

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You see him for the first time when crimson and carmine is marred on his cheek, and when his eyes are amused and glinting. He’s beautiful, you note, terrifyingly so. He has red eyes: blooming crimson ones — and wavy blue hair. Half of his face is obfuscated by a mask, but still you can see his lips move as he speaks his first word to you: “Y/n.”

Your heart leaps. Your creator moves towards you, his eyes inspecting you, his deft fingers moving your face to the side, checking every part of you to ensure you aren’t damaged. His lips curl up into a satisfied smile, but your brain is still reeling from the name he has called you.

Almost like he can read your thoughts, your creator grins. “Y/n,” he says in a lilting, falsely warm tone, “that is the name I give you. But the minute you step out of line, I’ll be ripping that away from you. Remember that, pet. Remember that, alright?” His touch is gentle as he thumbs at your hips, tracing circles around your skin. You swallow, nodding your head.

I’ll be ripping that away from you.

Essentially speaking, the moment you misbehave, you’ll have your own chance at humanity taken away from you.

“You will call me Doctor,” Dottore speaks slowly, his words like music to your ears, “you, Y/n…you must remember that you are incredibly special. You are the first successful weapon I’ve made. The word “human” will have to be earned — but for now, be good, alright?”

You drink his words up. By the side is a cart filled with more medication — more knives, more needles, more syringes. You’re sitting on a white bed — everything around you is white. The different clones have started to look like smudges of white to you: blobs moving and shifting around in a distance. You can’t tell if your reverence for the Doctor is programmed, or if it’s because he is your creator — but it doesn’t matter. You want him to praise you. You need it. If he likes you, he’ll give you your humanity — and you want that.

“Y-yes,” your voice wavers as you speak, “y-yes, I’ll —”

“Ah…the first order of business,” The Doctor — Dottore — says, “stitches. It appears that the ones who have finished creating you have lacked something: an organ, if you will. It isn’t something a human would necessarily have, but well…” His red eyes study you, and there’s almost sadism rampant in his eyes — “you aren’t a human, are you?”

You stay silent.

“Well, Y/n, what do you think? I’ll make it painless,” Dottore smiles, “why aren’t you giving me a reaction? It’ll be simple. I’ll cut you up, insert some things inside you, stitch you back up,” he says carelessly. “Hm. Perhaps it will be painful…but good things come at a price. With this, you’ll be a better prototype than anything else. You’ll be special — to me. You want that, don’t you?”

What is my purpose? You want to ask, why am I different from the other people?

“And on that thought, I suppose you can withstand pain. You’re a robot — a false creation. I might have programmed you to make you feel pain, but now a new thought has occured to me: I certainly can’t have any painkillers messing up the careful system in your body.” The Doctor stares at you, hard, “but you’ll be willing to do that, right?”

Pain, you think. The word explodes in your brain. You don’t know what that word is. It’s strange to think that you understand human language: that you can somehow articulate it out, like it’s been annotated in the blood of your veins — but you can’t live it. Words have no meaning to you: after all, you have not learnt or earned them. Is pain the feeling of aching when you feel blood burst from your body? You are a machine, but yet you’ve been gifted flesh. So what exactly are you?

“I will,” you whisper, “I can.”

“Good boy,” Dottore hisses quietly, “now, be a pet and behave, will you?”

You nod your head.

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For the next few weeks, Dottore indulges in you. He buys you sweet treats he knows you can’t taste, he comforts you when you cry, he makes you dependent on him. Soon, your whole world consists solely of him, just him, your creator. You wonder if he’s forgotten about his whole promise to “tweak” you, to perfect you, but finally, the day comes.

Dottore’s hands are gentle as he props you up the operating table. You look around, noticing that it’s just the two of you.

“The others —” you manage a shaky sentence, “they aren’t helping?”

“As advanced as they are, they aren’t me. Now that I’ve laid my eyes on your perfection: your potential for perfection, that is: I cannot risk anyone else touching you, tainting you: destroying you…” Dottore shakes his head. “Now lay down, Y/n.”

You obey, lying flat down on the operating table. You expect a subtle, soft kind of pain — the kind that you’re accustomed to: but instead, he stabs into your jugular, and you scream. 

Blood — there was blood — that burst from your neck, soaking your skin. Your eyes started to tear, but still you lived.

“How interesting, right?” Dottore muses as he continues to dig the knife through your skin, “how strange. I needed to acquire quite a bit of blood to ensure that you functioned just like a human, while retaining the qualities of what a God would be like. So I imagine it’s quite painful for you. Right, Y/n?”

You’re convulsing now, screams slipping from your mouth.

“I forgot. You can’t exactly speak now, can you?”

“D-Doctor,” you rasp out, “will I be stronger after this? Will I be better?”

“Of course, my dear,” Dottore hums, “it’s just a slight tweak in your body, and you’ll be better than ever. Do you know what? I’m aghast, really, at those who call this human experimentation. I suppose in your case, since you aren’t quite human to begin with — well, you were made from human extracted parts — it’s not quite counted. But when I take little test subjects, there are some who mock me. I remember the ruler of Sumeru quite well: quite a pathetic Archon she was — saying, and I quote: experimentation is an insult to the very concept of life…do you agree, Y/n?”

Your body recovers frighteningly fast. The pain is there, but the wound closes as quickly as it has appeared. Dottore stares at it with fascination, with a small ah of gratification.

“No,” you say, words muffled with sobs, “I don’t agree.”

You feel another knife press into your skin — your belly this time. He doesn’t cut you up first — he carves into you, a bloody insignia on your skin. “With me, or with her?”

Your creator is never wrong. “Her,” you choke out.

“Bingo!” Dottore hums in delight, “correct. I’ve always believed that there is potential for weaponization. Discussions of research on beings like you have to be increased in the future. Humans have unlimited potential. It may be foolish of me as a researcher to say this, but with enough input, I might be able to reach the level of a 'god', or so people might call it. Some say it’s heresy. I disagree.”

You splutter. The surgical knife has made it past the first layer of skin: he’s flaying you alive. 

Are you even alive? Can you be associated with the words of life and death, when you are not even human?

My name is Y/n, you desperately think. My name is Y/n. Y/n. Y/n…!

I’m human. Tell me that I’m human, please.

“And others say I blasphemous further against human life as a member of the Fatui, by creating clones or "segments" of myself. But really — I do have convictions. Just different from everyone else’s…” Dottore strokes your tear-stained cheek, tilting his head. “You’re such a good one, aren’t you? You aren’t even refuting what I say. The earlier ones before you — subject 43 in particular — kept making a fuss. You, however…” his eyes are gleaming. “Might be fun to play around with.”

You aren’t wriggling anymore. You aren’t shaking. You force yourself to be ramrod straight on the operation table. The knife is embedded in your skin.

“You are both machine and human, and yet you are too much and too little of both to be truly worth anything…but really, all you need to do is to stay loyal to me. When people like Capitano, Pantalone, or even Childe approach you — do not speak to them,” Dottore says softly, so softly you have to focus on his voice to hear him — “you understand that, don’t you? Because you are my perfect creation…no one else can tamper with you. Not even for a minute or second.”

You nod your head.

“Good. And now, for the matter of your heart,” Dottore tells you, “your heart, Y/n, is unlike any other. It’s an amalgamation of all the artificial blood vessels I’ve managed to make from other projects. But frankly speaking, I think you might be better without it: my clones have told me that you seem to feel too much. And weapons do not feel. They never do, Y/n.”

“I understand.” 

“So — I will do this —” in one quick motion, Dottore rips your heart from your chest, holding it as thuds in front of you. 

You freeze.

Your heart is there. There’s a gaping hole in your chest, and the presence of absence has made itself known. You watch as Dottore bites into it: in front of you he feasts; his mouth bloody and your heart rimming his teeth. There’s blood pooling in your mouth too, dripping onto the table. Your skull has never felt this light. Pain was present in every inch of your body, but still your heart continued to beat. 

“I might need to rewire your brain too,” Dottore looks at you intently, “if your loyalty is skewed. But if you prove that you’re loyal to me, then of course, that won’t be needed.”

All you can think about is: your flesh lines his throat. But you’re a dirty being. 

“I’ll prove it,” you gasp, “I’ll prove it. So don’t discard me.”

“Your desperation is adorable,” Dottore coos, “did you know I based your heart off a pomegranate? Delicate hands are required for it, to peel back later after layer. And it is red that dyes your fingers when you touch the juice sprinkling out — like blood. There’s concentration needed to break the surface, a certain strength needed to crush the seeds between voracious teeth and sip up the sweetness of the nectar. Then the juices will hemorrhage your tongue: it’s supposed to remind you of your actions. Similarly, you — Y/n — you have stained my tongue. Don’t you adore their idea?”

You nod again, weakly. “I do.”

“And on that note, I find you a remarkable project: you hardly ever scream, you hardly ever move, and your wounds heal beautifully. You’re just so perfect for me, aren’t you, Y/n? Just for me, right?” Dottore continues on, words honeyed and sweet, “oh, Y/n…” he strokes your hair gently, shushing you softly as little hiccups escape your lips. He thumbs at your waist, his face a breadth away, “you are so endearing. So flawless.”

Your skin is covering the empty hole in your chest. Dottore pulls you to the lap, steadying you, before he kisses your lips softly. His words are the knife — heaving, forceful, hungry. And when he kisses you, only then can you taste yourself, your shame, guilt, pleasure. You wonder if you taste as rotten as you feel — if there’s a part of you that can be cradled. You feel like an open wound, your guts ready to spill out. He continues to kiss you, and slowly, your body becomes the atlas of your twisted relationship with Dottore; marks and bruises scattering across your once unblemished skin, a map of what he has done.

Kisses.

Your creator has kissed you.

“My darling, my beauty,” Dottore smiles, crimson still staining his teeth, “is this not the most human action one can do?”

a/n: unedited, I apologise. sorry if it’s wonky or whatever I’m just experimenting lol || reposts, likes, and comments are always appreciated! leave a comment to tell me how it was :)

Excuse me? I just wanted to drop by, to let you know your writing is absolutely phenomenal and amazing. So I just had to let you know, so have a wonderful time!!!!

AWWWW this is very sweet anonnie tysm!!! mwa mwa