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The last thing he saw was… 35 approaching him. A large, adult palm open and out stretched, covering his vision before it all went… black. Pain shot up his childish body. Lit it up like flames of the damned he once read in his books. It got hotter, and hotter. Yet as much as he screamed, nothing came out. Not a sound, only his mind’s voice rang out.
I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore! Help me! Help me! 65! 25! Bina! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
If he could curl into himself he would. It was so painful. Every nerve was on fire and burned from one tip to another tip. If he could cry, he would. The pain was immense enough for tears to pour yet in his void of nothingness, he could not cry. It was worse than any experiment Prime gave him. Worse than any self inflected pain he has done. Yet it continued for what felt like eons.
It could've been years, it could've been minutes. Time didn't move like he was used to. However long it took, the void spat him out, like Prime did with a useless dead subject. The heat he grew to resent was changed for a colder, wetter feeling.
Oh how he resented that heat. He resented the cold too. Both extremes he hated the most. Yet on his tiny, heated body, the segment clung to this cold. He was still unable to move, body still feeling like its nerves were fried to a crisp. He could barely hear strange mumblings.
No matter how much he tried to concentrate, they sounded muffled in his battered ears. Something, someone, touched his face. That was the first time he felt he could open his mouth. Yet only a pathetic whimper came out. Not even a yelp or a scream. The other segments… if they were here they'd laugh at him and his pathetic state.
“He has clothing like the Fatui.” A man said, staring at the body with little concern. “Let him die here, it's what they deserve.”
“No! Kuutar wouldn't want that.” said the woman who accompanied him. “Even if he's just a child, his sins aren't the same as the Fatui men.”
“How do you know? He could've killed dozens.”
“He's still a child! Pick him up.”
The man scoffs. “Your priestess won't be pleased bringing him in. But whatever, as long as I get paid.”
Gepard hadn't expected Sampo to reply. At least not this fast. For a moment, he just look at the screen, thinking about what to reply. They have steadily become friends, but he's not sure how much he wants to share. At least not yet.
msg ->[Sampo] You shouldn't be awake then.
msg ->[Sampo] Sorry if I woke you up.
msg ->[Sampo] I'm fine.
Gepard hesitates, his finger hovering over the screen. He sighs.
msg ->[Sampo] Just a nightmare.
As he press send, he feels an odd feeling in his chest. Should he really burden Sampo with the knowledge that he has nightmares? Well, the message is sent. What's done, is done.
He's playful, even while half asleep. He just can't seem to turn it off. Especially now that they've become friends. Hard not to when they've been through a lot together.
msg →[Geppie!]: it's alright, I was getting up anyways.
On his end, he did place the beacon down on his stomach. Sleep was calling to him once more and man. He did work hard in the mines. Geomarrow was still needed to heat homes. Despite the Trailblazers efforts, it would take years, decades, possibly centuries for Belobog to return to a warm environment. Until then, Geomarrow needed to be harvested.
Thinking of those things made him tired, lulling the Fool just at the cusp of sleep. Until he felt his beacon vibrate. Gepard had responded.
His tired eyes looked at the screen before he slowly sat up again.
Just a nightmare.
Well of course. Gepard was human after all. Sweet dreams come just as nightmares did. It was also easy to understand why. A soldier's life is never easy. And while Sampo had his own… strong feelings on the Silvermane Guards, he didn't wish true harm on them.
There is a knock on the door. Once opened it reveals a fully clad Silvermane Guard holding a cat under his arm not unlike a sack of potatoes. "We have been informed that this creature might belong to you.", came the curt explanation.
Yellow empty eyes moved up to look at Sampo, who the feline was familiar with by now. Jaws stretched into a yawn, paws wiggling in search for solid ground.
It seemed someone had once again been arrested for crimes done by another different cat.
Couldn't they just bring him back to the Luofu instead? People here were seemingly very prejudiced about blue furred cats!
(Even if some of the crimes listed do actually ring true)
@ anon! || Unprompted! || From a poor Silvermane Guard!
The Fool could only sigh once he saw his eyes. They're a pale, yellowish color with some grey. Not the deep jade green with diamonds the other one has. Alas, he understands the confusion. Both are blue and have similar coat patterns.
Sampo himself took in the strange cat in Luofu, assuming it was Meowski from the reports he was given. "I'll take him off your hands." Carefully he goes under the feline's armpits to lift him up and into his embrace. For the Guard at the door, Sampo says "I'll make sure to keep him indoors."
Though he knows this one is innocent of most of the listed crimes. With a small hmfp of the Guard, he leaves the home.
Freed from him, Sampo gives the odd cat a small ruffle on the top of his head before letting him go into the hallway. "Go on, I'll go find your friend." Where Meowski is was anyone's guess. He could be here, he could be there.
In truth he was napping in bed with Avenyan. Both of them curled into each other in the thief's shared bed.
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ooc. And because RN I'm itching, I'm gonna go over the relationships between Il Dottore and Il Dottore... And Il Dottore and—
You get the point.
But specifically of 8's relationship with the older Dottores. This is not 100% canon or a reflection of any chats I've had ooc with other Dottorelings, this is purely how I feel given the information of 6.6 (or rather me skimming 6.6) and previous lore drops. As well as how I'm currently feeling.
Plus Webttore bc as I've said I love Webttore :)
We'll start with Original Zandik.
Original Zandik: For the most part, 8 does not seem to care for Zandik. Adults are bad, even Zandik. He is still trapped in the mind set of "the people (adults) who should've taken care of me hurt me. I can't trust them/him."
It's also one of the reasons why he doesn't help and simply lets him die. Though I do imagine Zandik became fond of him. 8 just played along until the day he died.
18: Like most children, they admire adults, whether they want to or not. 8 admires 18 because he's a grown up who gets to do things and not be bossed around (as much compared to 8). However much like siblings, 18 thinks he's too good for 8 and ew why would he hang out with him? He's so young and stupid! That's why 18 picks on him and eventually threw away 8's notebook.
18 also has hang ups about himself (due to being rejected by the Akademiya and in that particular interaction, not receiving funding from Pantalone afaik). He takes it out on 8, causing 8 to hate him. 8 both hates and admirs 18.
25: 25 tolerates 8's presence. He actually has him perform some of the surgery if it's in a particularly tiny crevasses. He's the reason why 8 is good with the blade. As for outside the lab, he entertains his ideas and questions for the most part but like most adults, he's far too busy to spend time with 8.
35/Dottore: 8 sees him as a punching bag. Prime "adult" in his eyes so he only bothers him on purpose, as he does with 18. Largely for sweets and money. Although he has been made particularly aware of what Dottore is capable of doing to naughty children. He still pushes the boundaries with him until his death. Dottore finds him to be an annoying little brat that needs to be taught a lesson.
45: Yet another "prime" adult but not as mean, like 25. Tolerates 8 but isn't afraid to let his annoyance be known, like 35. It's a conflicting relationship between the two but it's way better than 8 and 18's relationship. Could be since 45 is much older and wiser.
65: The oldest of the segments and yet the one 8 can't be too mean around. He is fragile yet patient. Honest with his feelings yet tactful. Even if he scolds 8, he does not hate him. In that regard, he has a soft spot for 65.
Webttore: Yet another "prime" adult yet much kinder and way more fun in 8's opinion. They still got on each other's nerves but they also collaborated a lot from experiments to annoying 35/Dottore. When Webttore died, 8 was devastated as he felt he lost one of the closest people he ever had.
ooc. I know it's not Sunday but if I can be sinful
Webttore is my favorite Dottore dhdhdh
Some time around 2023, I wanna say when 3.4 was about to happen or a little before it I got into Genshin. A collector friend of mine, Luna, showed me the webcomic after I went feral over Alhaitham.
She watched me live blog the comic (as well as the game) and idk man.
Webttore is so silly and goofy. Like a Saturday morning cartoon villain except he actually kills.
If I didn't pick up 8ttore I would say that one would've been my second choice
ooc. ATM I don't think I gotta do anything? As in terms of asks or reply to threads (I do have asks but I don't have the right mind set to answer them)
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remaking this post since the previous one never got much traction.
the short of it is im VERY disabled and can't work. i live with my brother who covers most of our expenses but he alone cant cover rent. soon we need to renew the lease OR move to a bigger place so our also disabled dad can move in with us, which means we'd need an orthopedic mattress for him.
tbh the move isnt looking likely which means i have no idea what will become of my father. he might have to move to another city very far away from us to stay with a friend for some time. understandably id rather stay with my father.
we have until july 15th. if we dont want to be homeless we need about $1000 more right now. if we want to move, we need about $5000. please help by sharing if you can't pitch in! and please only give what you can!
1.126/5000 as of 29/6/2026
cat tax for your attention! thank you be kind today and always!
RANDOM ALL-OUT PARTY PROMPTS. | Accepting
@maskednihilism asked: you're looking at me like you want something. (ooc. Sampo to Ashveil!)
He paused mid-drink to stare at the other man for a moment. Maybe he had consumed more alcohol than he thought he had to be doing that. Because usually Ashveil tried to be more subtle than that. Not that it stopped him from having a bit more of the cocktail he had ordered.
"Am I? I hadn't noticed," he hummed with a small smile.
Ashveil was no stranger to one-night stands or hookups. A long-term partner was not ideal for him. Being immortal sort of made that difficult in many ways for him. Though he did have partners he went back to, like Boothill, whenever the cowboy stopped by for a visit and was willing to indulge him. He actually couldn't remember the last time that had happened, even though he had talked to Boothill recently.
While the thief himself wasn't a fan of drinking, he usually followed whatever the other person did. To keep this facade of what most people think of him. Truthfully, he's only had a single drink this evening and he was nursing the drink all night long. The bottle was still half full as Sampo swished the drink back and forth as he listened to his companion.
“Not particularly.” Though he did wonder why he was being stared at. A hand comes up to touch his face. No, there wasn't anything fuzzy or something on his features. That he could feel anyways. So at least that settles his worry if he looked foolish to the detective. But he was playing along with that look Ashveil gave. It prickled his skin a bit, anxiety inducing. It was a look he was familiar with when he frequented bars. Yet another reason why he avoided the bottle.
Now, Ashveil wasn't an ugly fellow. Quite the opposite in fact. But the thief had… some hang ups. Little, annoying things that made his joyful, free persona collapse in an instant. Bars, excess alcohol broke it quite easily.
“If you think I'm paying for your drink, keep dreaming.” Sampo said, laughing at him. The bottle he nursed went to his lips, chugging now with enthusiasm he didn't have before. It was to drown out that annoying, bubbling feeling of anxiety building in his body. The drink was chugged and chugged until only drops were left, leaving the Fool feeling once again anxious and gross inside. His body does a full shudder as he slammed the bottle down.
Sampo has always been a fair salesman. After all, without good business, no one would trust him. Though… his good business was bad business for others. For example, the Silvermane Guards were at odds with his business practices. Not that he held it against them, it was simply the nature of things. Good, law abiding citizens stop the bad, not law abiding citizens. Just as the snow melted under the hot sun, it was the rules set by forces outside of their control.
If he knew better… perhaps he would've chosen a different persona to ask for it. Unfortunately the Silvermane Guards, Gepard specifically, only knew Sampo as Sampo Koski. Con man, high up in their most wanted list. This had to be the person asking for…
Clenching his fists, the Fool made his way up the steps of Fort Qlipoth. What was a routine walk felt much longer, labor inducing. Each step felt heavy, like lead. Yet he walked up the steps as he had done so many times. Only this time …he didn't intend to run away.
Arriving inside, he met with a dumbfounded Dunn. The thief's hands came up, showing he was willing to be cooperative. “I wish to speak with Captain Gepard. I have an offer he cannot refuse.”
Yes, Sampo Koski has always been a fair man. What he was offering was a once in a lifetime deal.
The thief rolls onto his side in his comfy bed. Currently the Fool was fast asleep, in bed with his beloved Jalokivi. They often cuddled but as with most humanoids, Sampo tended to move around as he slept. In one of those instances, he had stirred awake. Thirsty and in need of water.
Carefully he lifts himself up from the bed, making sure he doesn't awaken Ven from his slumber. That's when he gets the message from Gepard.
It takes him a few minutes to respond. Largely due to his own sleepiness as well as needing to grab a drink. But once he got all of his ducks in a row, he sends a message back to the Silvermane Captain.
msg →[Geppie!]: Tired. Had a long day at the mines.
msg →[Geppie!]: but I'll live
msg →[Geppie!]: you don't usually message this late at night. Is everything ok?
ooc. 8ttore's taste in food is as stagnant as his growth. As typical of any child, he loves sweets and hates bitter things. He has not changed this in the past hundred or so years. It cannot change. It will not change.
At best he can have "adult" meals that are catered to a child's tongue.
Ex: coffee jelly with cream and sugar being the main, overpowering flavor.
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"Excuse me?? Shut up, who said I can't be immortal too, you little bastard!!"
The constant, childish insults are so awful, Tonia really ought to give up on this whole thing and walk out of the room, in the opposite and far away direction from this evil baby. However, that means letting something Dottore-related win.
Like hell is she letting anything evil mad scientist-related win!! Tonia dashes after the kid, grabbing the first long, pointed thing she sees on the way. "Get back here, or I'm going to give you a real reason to cry like a stupid little brat then!!"
"Don't run too fast, you'll break a hip, granny!" At least he stopped calling her old hag. Though his insults kept coming and cutting her down with venom laced in each word.
"Old, decrepit, ancient!"
The castle was his playground so he knew just where to go to dodge the wrath coming after him. He knew to run between the normal servants, the occasional Fatui agent patrolling the grounds. Of course they'd yell at him for running but the segment did not care. Tonia can handle their ire.
