#𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ an indie role-play blog for ll dottore, otherwise known as ' the doctor ' from the wonderous world of genshin impact. mature themes will be present. please read the rules before following, thank you. ~

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#𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⵑ the blog themes may include: human & non-human experimentation, kidnapping, abuse ( both verbal & physical ), murder, manipulation, corruption, violence, god complex, & ( medical ) drugs. do follow at your own discretion.

────୨ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 @sanctaria. 𝐇𝐈𝐒. ৎ────

// ooc: while i'm in process of turning into a hot potato in this fine weather, i noticed that zandik actually has a golden star-shaped earing in his left ear ~ ? idk about you guys, but i love it. his whole colour scheme before being exiled revolves around gold & various shades of green, his vermilion eyes being the sole vibrant contrast. my headcanon? he once dressed like this quite proudly, showing both his status as a scholar & his unspoken appreciation for nature until the day akademiya had finally discovered the ugly truths hidden behind zandik's perfect façade. then, the earing was removed, as were the colours, embracing those of snezhnayan winter that took him.

// ooc: no writing today, just doodling away. going to make my own art for the banner / pinned. i usually do it more so for my ocs but zandik is quite dear to my heart, so it's a must ♥

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂. it's a look he knows all too well & seen a thousand times in his teachers, fellow students & even strangers on the street, a look that questions whether he really knows what he is doing or is beginning to draw close to that familiar edge of madness. for the last six months zandik has been lost in another plane entirely, burning through a world of scriptures about aranaras & their natural habitats, only to stumble 'pon a lonely hymn meant not for childish pipedreams, but for genuine worship: a long lost ode to a forgotten god known as indra: blotching out everything else in his mind.

zandik cannot recall anymore when he ate, or when he slept. inside own dorm filled with shadows, the young scholar prowled around in circles for hours like a caged animal, reading anything & everything he could about indra. time tends to go pretty fast when curiosity turns to indulgence. the worried knocks 'pon the door should have been a warning sign but, oh heavens, no... no. zandik ignored them all as much as he ignored the dark circles slowly forming underneath own tired eyes until, finally, at long last ── eureka. one measly drawing is all it took to end months worth of breadcrumbs.

now, back in reality, the young scholar smiles back at the face of his obsession. that gorgeous, sickeningly perfect visage which more than words states indra is eternal, & therefore above the likes of him. how delightful. zandik would love nothing more than to worship that ever-lasting body at the edge of an operating table like an altar. nothing. absolutely nothing compares, at all. the saintly touch 'pon the ear makes the vermillion eyes sharpen ever so slightly, both in clemency & predatory intrigue alike. the aranaras chime indra knows all, being capable of reading into ones mind as if opening up a book ── could it be true? gently brushing away the delicate hand with the back of his own, zandik visualises the forbidden archives, smears of blood across polished tiles, & a cluster of faceless, disembodied silhouettes laying in the dark, only to slowly lean in.

a brush of soft lips like a half-kiss 'pon the ear is felt, & then, ❝ i have long made my decision, my dear कमल. the question is, are you willing to walk with me from here or stay, & bear witness to what happens when fools try to squander my brilliance... ? ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘, with a warm mid-summer breeze & apricot accented hues that slip between the gaps in the trees. zadnik quickens his pace, soon arriving in front of akademiya which emerges like a giant emerald blossom stashed inside a secret garden. there seem to be hardly any students wondering around the premises at this hour. it's perfect. the echoes of well-worn sandals follow him through the winding pathways leading up to a silent boulevard where the sun has yet to disturb its darker shadows.

zadnik pauses by the arches & hugging unmarked tomes against own chest, looks slowly around, contemplating something between nervous excitement & an undeniable pinch of disappointment. the creature wouldn't have lied to him now, would it... ? digging short nails into leather spines of his forbidden research, the young scholar glances from the towering building towards the stone railings, then the rustling trees themselves, only to hear a sudden ' pat ' coming from behind.

instantly turning in place, zadnik glances at akivili & for just a second, the calm rhythm of his human heart faulters. ❝ so... ❞ he quietly murmurs, more to himself than the other: ❝ you actually came... ❞ it almost feels like a dream to see ' him ' sitting there on a bench, completely composed & elegant, still carrying that familiar smile from three weeks ago. most would find it uncanny, but zadnik? he only sees a smiling wonder. it beguiles him without any words at all, making the young scholar budge from the spot & approach, soon to sit down right next to akivili. ❝ have you... considered my proposition... ? ❞ there is no hint of any anticipation whatsoever in his gentle voice & yet, those vermillion eyes burn with unspoken desire. much like the sun that still continues to rise.

𝐙𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐊 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, in a way where most hardened individuals would want for the earth to swallow them alive. ❝ you... dare? ❞ the countless centuries of dictating soldiers & educating foolish wisemen have left him with that stern & chilling tone of someone used to being heard, but most certainly not of being denied. the fact she even thought herself being more than capable to subdue him is laughable, if not downright insolent at best. ❝ may i remind you, my dear girl, that you are currently not in natlan but in snezhnaya, inside the fatui headquarters, my laboratory, & every breath you draw freely into your lungs is only because ' i ' allow it. ❞

zadnik's vermilion eyes sharpen under the laboratory lamplights, growing dark & impenetrable, much like the outcome of harmony's fate. ❝ you are not the first subject to try to defy me, although... you may be the first to do so in such an entertainingly short-sighted manner. did you truly believe your little escapade was not accounted for the very second you've set your foot here... ? ❞ the doctor scoffs as if reprimanding a misbehaving child, ❝ you have but one second to release me. do not test what little patience i have left. ❞

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. he can't help but to leer at the man whose silver tongue always seemed to cast enchantments over entire congress halls, political venues, & black markets alike, now unable to maintain even a simple eye-contact. dottore can sense his gnawing frustration & helplessness from a mile away, & it's amusing. ❝ are you implying that my reading is somehow incorrect, lord regrator... ? ❞ he smiles, yet there's nothing particularly sweet or innocent about the way those soft lips slowly stretch, revealing a fine set of pearly whites. no, this is direct provocation. a blatant threat in broad daylight. ❝ don't tell me that you are afraid of little old me... i would never dare to harm you, or our relationship. ❞ m u c h.

hi hi ~ ! just leaving a lil notice that my activity might be a biiiiit slow atm but that's just due to me being a turtle lmao i promise i'll be replying to everyone! my speed / activity levels shall never reflect on those of my excitement ♡ also, i will be doing a small clean-up to my followers list soon in order to keep the ✨ good vibes ✨ going on my own end so, if you & i are still not interacting yet despite me reaching out via asks & what not, please kindly do let me know if you are interested in us writing together! i'm just not the type to impose myself on others or bother them after reaching out initially ( since roleplaying should technically be a mutual sort of thing, otherwise, what is the point? lol ).

i will wait a few days after this message before carrying out the clean up. until then, my ims / asks are open to everyone, as always. ~

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 with an alien sense of intrigue he can't quite define. the doom bringer, mad paradox, dominator, overmind, lunatic psyker ... add: all those names are unknown to him. if there's anything dottore truly despises, it's lack of information. when he initially came across one of them in fontaine, never did he imagine just how deep down the little rabbit hole goes. it's too bad, however, this peculiar sort seems to come already equipped with an obvious bias against him. as for the reason? once again, unknown. all dottore is cognizant of is that lunatic psyker isn't interested so much in debates as he is in quite literally crushing him, having already delivered one hell of a successful punch to the now half-shattered mask. annoying, yet curious all the same.

it's time to start the examination.

❝ so, my assumptions were right, ❞ the doctor mutters, ❝ there is more than just one ── of you. ❞ is it because they are all replicas with varying elements? or are they the same person, but somehow split? the thought of colliding multiverses isn't out of the equation either. ah, questions, questions. he wants to carve into him like a succulent fruit ── something soft, ripe & sweet ── then drink deep of what makes him so unique & different. the gloved wrists tense subtly underneath psyker's hands at the sheer thought of it all. ❝ you are strong. you understand the effectiveness of having the first momentum & positioning, but what i'm truly curious about is the reason. to whom & what do i owe the pleasure... ~ ? ❞ even with a half-shattered mask, the doctor's single vermilion eye shows nothing short of desire to know.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃, 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐒 & from beyond their white puffs of sterilized fog emerges ll dottore: the exiled scholar of akademiya, the infamous scientist & downright madman in equal measure: also known as ' the doctor. ' approaching the surgical table where his brand new subject is strapped, he takes a moment to turn on the theatre lights before grabbing a white lab coat off the hanger, casually noting, ❝ it seems like you are finally awake. good. we can begin. ❞ slipping into the garment with expertise of a busy professor, dottore turns to look down at the restrained & disgruntled man, yet his own eyes are hidden behind a dark visor of a beak-shaped mask. it's difficult to discern much about him other than the fact anaxa is quite frankly about to be dissected, & that the doctor shall do so with a smile. indeed, a terribly morbid thought.

❝ i must admit, i did not expect for the chrono-vector engine to work as well as it did but alas, here you are, all safe & sound... unlike all my other ' less fortunate ' subjects. ❞ reaching for anaxa's eloquent suit, dottore begins to undo any & all buckles in the way, dismissing the glares along with petty verbal protests like one does with a nervous animal of a truly rare & endangered breed. he could genuinely careless of what he thinks. dottore simply likes to talk. ❝ truth be told, retrieving anything from beyond our false sky is inconvenient at best. the heavenly principles & their so-called gods quite clearly despise anything going in or out of their little playpen. ❞ he scoffs, yanking the collar wide open with an unpleasant tear. ❝ luckily for me, you appear to be a most fascinating exception. ❞

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the shackles of fate finally become broken, all redundant criticism erased, restrictions lifted & the very life zadnik once dreamed about, the very glimpse of it, at long last turned to reality. most humans have no hope of experiencing a single miracle throughout their lifetimes. in dottore's case, however, that moment certainly came to him in most unexpected of ways. ❝ . . . . ?! ❞ the vermilion eyes grow wide behind the visor, their mechanical irises thinning like those of a snake from sheer disbelief. this is lumine... isn't it? no, of course it is, the doctor rationalises, without words examining the smiling young woman & her oozing cavity, absorbing such a remarkable sight to every last of its wrongness.

even with a shimmering puddle forming at her feet, lumine is still the very image of pure radiance ── golden-tressed, ghostly pale & perfectly ageless, always wearing that lone inteyvat flower like a heirloom  ── a divine being in her own right. oh, words cannot express how she & the fateful star tempt him, becoming drawn like hades was once to persephone. the logical side, the more reasonable side of him warns against approaching so directly, to take his time as one does with dangerous things & proceed to examine with greater caution but, the other... ? the more reckless, hungry side? to hell with it all, it says, because he needs her. not desires, not lusts: needs. a necessity so great that it shows even in him, the one who always claimed to be most perceptive of them all, just to release a slow, shallow breath which he never realized he was holding.

❝ why.... ? ❞ why, indeed... ? the world rolls down his wicked tongue with a weight of thousand others. dottore wishes to know why she had done this, why she seems so content ( or is it happy? ) whilst offering up her own heart 'pon a platter. methodically speaking, it makes little to no sense as he finally steps closer, half-cautious & half-beguiled. ❝ how are you── ❞ alive? breathing? functioning? ❝ still... standing? ❞ questions pile 'pon questions like a growing tide & yet there is no sign of slowing down, especially when the space between them continues to shrink with every step taken by the golden heels. the pulsing glow of the star now illuminating the doctor's encroaching form.

it's almost a battle in itself not to grab her right there & then, looking as ethereal & eerie as a piece of heaven dripping all over his laboratory floor but dottore is far from an animal, or a barbarian. he will be patient. he will be respectful, & wait, at least for now. a curtesy given for the wonderous gift she made herself out to be. ❝ it's rather difficult not to stare, when one comes face to face with something so... utterly divine. ❞ does lumine even realize what she is offering here? perhaps. perhaps not. ah, ' reject not the gift of a kind hand, ' or so they say. the doctor forces himself to link both gloved hands behind own slender back & in slow, elegant steps, begin to prowl around the young bleeding woman & her star like the devil. curious. fascinated. starving. ❝ i hope you know that unlike my other segments, i am not the one to easily let go of... once i get my hands on something... ❞

this isn't a warning, but a promise.

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊, hunched over in the seat, his vermilion eyes half-lidded, his soft lips wrangled by a profound frown as gloved hands worked restlessly at a new contraption. the first rays of dawn had caught him completely unaware, just before heavy eyelids possibly managed to close all on their own. ❝ for heaven's sake... ❞ he sits up straighter now & glances at his weary reflection in the windowpane. farther away, a purple veil covers the once starry sky, sketching a theatre of shadows between rooftops & trees of sumeru city. beta looks down lower at the winding pathways & sees the same steaks of gold starting to sprinkle over the stone tiles, only for a dark silhouette to cut straight through them like a knife.

that cloak... those shoes & finely sawn trousers...

suddenly rocketing off the wooden seat with a loud creak, the doctor ── abruptly rejuvenated & flying on the wings of hermes ── slams his window wide open to shout, ❝ now wait just a moment! why wasn't i told that you would be visiting?! ❞ the tone sounds utterly offended, accusatory even, yet the way vermillion eyes curl into a pair of crescent moons over the wide, manic smile, suggest anything but affronted. ❝ my, do give me just a second, will you? i shall be riiiiiiiiight down! ❞ then, the doctor disappears into the darkness of his rented room. whatever plans lord regrator has this morning are either going straight according to plan, or about to have a most jarring halt.