𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
—— MDNI.
—— Penned by #APOSTASYA
Pinned
“You’re giving intel up. Freely.”
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Unfortunately, all these ideas would only not affect him, but prolong this stupid game of cat and mouse.
He knows he wants the paper so badly... actually, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun at his expense!
Especially when he's at fault of his own mistakes. »
He knows he wants the paper so badly... actually, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun at his expense!
Especially when he's at fault of his own mistakes. »
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
November 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
“You’re giving intel up. Freely.”
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 started it." He stopped right before the fence, still aware of the Doctor's distance around him. 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑.
Taking his time to reach for his pocket, extracting the folded paper from it, laying the bait.
Ignoring the Doctor's ramble, he starts reading it as if it's the dullest thing ever...
Taking his time to reach for his pocket, extracting the folded paper from it, laying the bait.
Ignoring the Doctor's ramble, he starts reading it as if it's the dullest thing ever...
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
November 1, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
Of course, that's true.
"I wasn't lying this time, though. It simply amused me that the first thing that crossed that brilliant mind of yours was the ocurrence of a love letter inside a secured box like this one."
He can't see the wide smile that's drawn on his lips, and that would be for the »
"I wasn't lying this time, though. It simply amused me that the first thing that crossed that brilliant mind of yours was the ocurrence of a love letter inside a secured box like this one."
He can't see the wide smile that's drawn on his lips, and that would be for the »
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
October 21, 2025 at 10:48 AM
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
October 17, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
"Thought you were sooo uninterested when you opened the box! Whatever made you change your opinion, good sir?"
He's not getting inside the manor directly, he's taking a turn through the other road, trying to keep the rest of the workers out of range of eavesdropping.
"You risk yourself to be »
He's not getting inside the manor directly, he's taking a turn through the other road, trying to keep the rest of the workers out of range of eavesdropping.
"You risk yourself to be »
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
October 14, 2025 at 11:49 PM
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
"Not lazy, I just used the tool most adequate for my requirements."
Yes, he's using that language to bite back.
He's already walking away with a placid smile just to entertain himself for a moment before the inevitable happens.
Yes, he's using that language to bite back.
He's already walking away with a placid smile just to entertain himself for a moment before the inevitable happens.
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
October 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
"Apparently. There's a secret admirer of mine that keeps sending me words of their most earnest appreciation through all kinds of puzzles and mechanisms."
He shrugs, putting the box under his arm.
"I'd say it's their way to say that their situation is rather... complex towards me."
He's just »
He shrugs, putting the box under his arm.
"I'd say it's their way to say that their situation is rather... complex towards me."
He's just »
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
October 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
The man arched his eyebrows when the box was put back in his hands, but didn't miss a beat. He quickly snatched the message inside and slid it into his pocket with a half smile.
"Apologies, then. Next time I'll make sure it's laced with a chemical explosive of your liking."
"Apologies, then. Next time I'll make sure it's laced with a chemical explosive of your liking."
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
October 14, 2025 at 9:20 PM
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
"Such hurtful words you brandish against me," Again with the aristocratic talk. He's surely bringing out all the artillery to piss the Doctor today.
"A bomb? am I really that distasteful in your eyes to think I wouldn't even try to take you out by my own hand?"
"A bomb? am I really that distasteful in your eyes to think I wouldn't even try to take you out by my own hand?"
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
October 14, 2025 at 8:34 PM
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
"So intense. Here, have an entertainment."
Gives him a cryptex box that probably has something really valuable inside.
Gives him a cryptex box that probably has something really valuable inside.
October 14, 2025 at 9:58 AM
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
Tch… Someone’s pissy today.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
October 14, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Tch… Someone’s pissy today.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
Reposted by 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
October 8, 2025 at 9:38 AM
All the more reason why they need to be taken care of.
A smelly pine box is far more bothersome than, say, a completely sealed off automation.
A smelly pine box is far more bothersome than, say, a completely sealed off automation.
They smell.
Maybe the problem is judgy-Mc-judgerson's limited mindset— tinkering is always fun! The corpses are simply... recycling.
September 27, 2025 at 12:09 AM
All the more reason why they need to be taken care of.
A smelly pine box is far more bothersome than, say, a completely sealed off automation.
A smelly pine box is far more bothersome than, say, a completely sealed off automation.
Maybe the problem is judgy-Mc-judgerson's limited mindset— tinkering is always fun! The corpses are simply... recycling.
It wouldn't be a problem if his idea of "fun" didn't involve several dead bodies and mechanical parts
Celestia forbid a man have fun...
September 27, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Maybe the problem is judgy-Mc-judgerson's limited mindset— tinkering is always fun! The corpses are simply... recycling.
Celestia forbid a man have fun...
September 26, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Celestia forbid a man have fun...
September 24, 2025 at 4:12 PM
Reposted by 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
🙄
I bring a sort of a silly goose vibe to the function that serious geese don't really like.
September 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM
🙄
“Utter effrontery, to ruin a perfectly nice set of gloves in such a spineless way… The audacity, truly.”
#ooc: how dare they die on you
Peeling off his gloves with a huff, once pristine white now caked in red.
“The nerve of some people…”
“The nerve of some people…”
September 15, 2025 at 11:00 PM
“Utter effrontery, to ruin a perfectly nice set of gloves in such a spineless way… The audacity, truly.”
Peeling off his gloves with a huff, once pristine white now caked in red.
“The nerve of some people…”
“The nerve of some people…”
September 15, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Peeling off his gloves with a huff, once pristine white now caked in red.
“The nerve of some people…”
“The nerve of some people…”