Dottoregenshinimpact Stories

Your future is filled with agonizing revelation as the man who once meant everything to you rejects both of your humanity. (Cross Posted on Quotev and AO3)

A written story of memories i have as a Collei IRL !! ( An angst story on my past )

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𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖾 ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ !! 𝗜 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 !!

long story short, you're at the wrong place, at the wrong time to put a disclaimer, this story contains graphic descriptions and a bit of medical horror This is a short story I wrote recently and decided to upload for experimental purposes so, i probably will not make a series or a full book out of this (plus theres a small chance i might delete this at some point in the future but ill let yall know in case that happens) shoutout to the random russian genshin memes that have somehow found their way to my pinterest fyp

𝗔𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⁠•𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁⁠• 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝗬/𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵. 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸. 𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀.

I can't write lol

𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 •𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 • 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬. 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴.

TW: Arguments, Break ups, slight mention of death Synopsis: You and Dottore got into a fight. And it won't be solved that easily. A/N: To be honest I hate this man with all my heart but this had to be written anyways before I would forget about this idea

story cover photo art belongs to @/_sotara_ on twitter. This is a Dottolone, Dottore x Pantalone fanfiction, none of the characters belong to me, and kindly read the author's notes before reading. ---------------------------- "Such words are undeserving for someone like you!" Those constituted the reactions of his segments, inundating the cogitations of his singular mind. They reverberated with such resounding intensity that had an ordinary individual been besieged by such musings, they would have implored for assistance, beseeching the cessation of those inner voices. However, Dottore was far from ordinary.