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((All right so this is very anxiety inducing to post, since I've seen some uh. Shit. About it, and while I don't particularly want my head on the chopping block, I want to make things clear, since I will not be able to fully come back to RPing on here unless I get this off my chest.))

((I've added a thing to my rules stating that if you'd like to know where I got the art for any specific icon I have from, that I request you to DM me privately and I'll be happy to try and find it and the artist for you. There are a couple of reasons for approaching things in this way rather than making a full blown credits page.))

((One: I do not condone harassment of any kind, and I do not want to accidentally get any artists under fire or harassed because some rando who found my blog decided to click a link and got offended. By having to go through me first, I can try and mitigate this issue to the best of my ability and prevent harassment aimed towards any artists.))

((Two: All of my icons come from SFW art (So far at least, ehe--), but not SFW artists. Often more than not, the artists I get icons from post SFW and NSFW on one account, so this is especially precarious to make an open to view by anyone credits page. Having open links as credit for fan art puts wandering minors in danger of seeing things they should very well not, even if I don't personally interact with them. By having to go through me personally, I can try and make sure no minors under the age of 18 accidentally see something very inappropriate.))

((With these two issues in mind, I hope you guys understand my stance on this issue and respect how I'm trying to navigate and handle it. I know how people can be, and I want to prevent these issues in any way that I can, and I think this is the best solution to the problem.))

((All right I'm getting sick of people on here just, not reading my god damn rules.))

((I'm stepping away from rping on here for a LONG while. Like a LONG while.))

((My rules are my BOUNDARIES. And my boundaries have been broken time and time again by people who refuse to actually read them before following or interacting.))

((You know I was pissed when I stayed away for nearly a week. Usually I'm over it in a few days.))

((I think I'm still going to be scarce on here, but I HAVE changed my rules and now have implemented a password system. If you're a close friend or someone I've followed for literally years, dw about it, but if you're kinda new around here, please read my rules and send in the password if you want to interact. I won't block anyone who doesn't, but I will NOT interact with you if you do not send in the password.))

((All right I'm getting sick of people on here just, not reading my god damn rules.))

((I'm stepping away from rping on here for a LONG while. Like a LONG while.))

((My rules are my BOUNDARIES. And my boundaries have been broken time and time again by people who refuse to actually read them before following or interacting.))

((You know I was pissed when I stayed away for nearly a week. Usually I'm over it in a few days.))

((I think I'm still going to be scarce on here, but I HAVE changed my rules and now have implemented a password system. If you're a close friend or someone I've followed for literally years, dw about it, but if you're kinda new around here, please read my rules and send in the password if you want to interact. I won't block anyone who doesn't, but I will NOT interact with you if you do not send in the password.))

((All right I'm getting sick of people on here just, not reading my god damn rules.))

((I'm stepping away from rping on here for a LONG while. Like a LONG while.))

((My rules are my BOUNDARIES. And my boundaries have been broken time and time again by people who refuse to actually read them before following or interacting.))

Pain became his entire existence, a constant reknitting of torn muscles, of fried skin and nerve endings remade like new, just to experience eternal death. Because his mind had no awareness following his 'death', the moment between it and his next revival did not exist in his perspective.

Hell on Teyvat, a torture without end, his body in a constant state to receive it to the fullest extent.

Then, suddenly, it ended.

The pain vanished, though his body still twitched in anticipation of receiving it. Relief rushed through him so palpable that it flooded from his eyes, his chest heaving as it took in freezing air as a man gulps down water in the middle of the desert.

So great was the sensation that even when the one who'd inflicted it on him came into view, he felt nothing but the unshaking gratitude of one delivered from damnation. It would be some time before the injustice of his torture would creep back in, and his fury in response.

It took time for Dottore's thoughts to come back. They percolated gradually from the cracks of every corner that they had been chased to and sealed away. They clung fast to the question as if it were a lifeline, and spun together the memory of a previous life.

How deep his malice had been for that damned puppet, hovering over him as his vision faded. How he had longed for strength enough to reach up and claw out its undeserving throat.

"The puppet did it." It came more vividly to him now, the moment of his mistake. A shaking hand pressed against his bare chest, feeling along the ribcage beneath the restored skin as he recalled. "Likely... ruptured a lung. If only I could've ended that ungrateful, miserable thing before it took its toll."

Oh, that was utterly disgusting.

The way this clone--if it could even be worthy of being called that anymore--cried in relief. How defective was this... thing?

If it wasn't for the circumstances...

"You're pathetic," Bambino hissed. "And weak. A shameful imitation of il Dottore."

Though his venom was prominent, the reveal had Bambino take up his clipboard and write down notes.

"The puppet... Scaramouche, the sixth, you mean?" he asked, though the question was rhetorical. "So he reclaimed his godhood after his fall and killed you? That puppet was always resilient and stubborn..."

He made false assumptions, because there was no way the puppet could have killed any Dottore without the powers of the gods.

Bambino vc: Oh are we playing??? The sedatives didn't work last time, so I brought constructs to stab you with--

it's not her fault your sedatives didn't work last time, don't take it out on her?!

Taking his anger out on her? Nonsense! He's just playing. Though he's a bit insulted at the jab to his skills.

Without a mind to perceive, the space between fatality and revival took place within the same breath. And it was a sharp, rattling gasp as the pain that killed him continue, dropping to an agonizing, yet survivable level. The desperate intake of air filled his nostrils with the foul smell of burnt hair and flesh, since reconstituted, just to be seared again.

The chamber within the pod was freezing, yet because the electro coursed through him, he didn't feel it, nor did he benefit from any numbing of the cold.

"Oh, look at that. The clone is awake again," Bambino cooed. "No verbal reaction, though--are you telling me that the voltage is already high enough that you cannot speak?" He scoffed out a laugh. "How utterly pathetic."

Il Bambino looked into the chamber, his rage not yet satisfied. No, it was a rage that couldn't be satisfied--but Il Bambino was nothing if he didn't try.

"Now--let's try prolonged exposure to Electro," he started, slowly cranking up the dial once again. "Your upper limit for shorter jolts was pathetic, but maybe if we try the 'boiled frog' method, you'll withstand the current for longer. I'll start you at thirty, leave it for an hour, and then turn it up a notch. Rinse and repeat."

And Bambino did just that--for however many hours it took, he once again tortured Dottore until Dottore's mind shut down. He proceeded to wordlessly write some useless data on his clipboard before he started the revival process again.

And again. And again. And again.

For one-hundred and twenty eight revivals, there was one-hundred and twenty eight deaths. Some of the blatant torture was short in comparison to others, but Bambino knew--for Dottore, there was no respite.

It was a non stop hell. No--it was something he knew was beyond hell.

Eventually, however, even Il Bambino grew bored of it. His rage was not yet satisfied, but his childish instincts demanding a change--and in the end, there was a reason why he decided to revive this arrogant clone.

So on the one-hundred and twenty ninth revival, he only used jist enough Electro current to revive Dottore, dropping the current to zero when he would breathe once more.

"I think that's enough of a lesson," he announced when Dottore finally came to again. "Now you know what happens when you sacrifice everyone of us but yourself for a useless cause. I'm sure the adult segments who can't be revived would have loved to do worse."

Bambino put down his clipboard, scowling intensely at Dottore.

He might've quickly picked up on the purpose of the small chamber, the reality that the child segment had built it to preserve his own life and revived Dottore with it as well.

He might have... if the shooting electricity through his body didn't ramp up in intensity. A strangled yell left his chest; it was all that he could manage against the current that involuntarily seized up his muscles. His face contorted, a terrible familiar sensation of suffocation clenching his chest.

Burning, throughout his body, being burned alive. The world collapsed in on that single eternity--

Then suddenly, it snapped.

"Oh ho ho... dead already?" Bambino cooed, venom oozing out from his tone. "What a disappointment. Didn't even make it to one-hundred times the strength. Pathetic."

Bambino clicked his tongue as he grabbed a clipboard and wrote down the voltage Dottore pass away from. He then reset the dial. "That won't do. I'll need much more data from you, clone. Perhaps you were too weak to withstand it due to some... unforeseen consequence. I have to iron out the tests, you see."

Though Bambino was talking to no one who could listen, he still made up the excuses out loud. Perhaps to make himself feel vindicated in his endeavors.

"I'll have to revive you again, you useless thing. You can't do anything without me, can you?" Bambino cooed again as he started up the revival process once more.

"You're nothing without me... and you dared to erase me? You better learn of Hell, because I'm going to make sure these next few days is something even beyond that."