𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
@vinummalum.bsky.social

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

—— MDNI.
—— Penned by #APOSTASYA
- balling the fabric in his fist.

Is it particularly threatening? No. But he doesn’t want to accidentally kill his free entertainment by launching him off the cliffside—

“… You are insufferably childish.”
December 9, 2025 at 10:22 PM
“And I will learn even less about your unimpressive monuments if I spend another moment trapped under your pompous 𝘢𝘴𝘴. I do not need to be sat upon and guarded like a fledgling.”

His fist slams the roof again, the wood creaking in protest—but not yet splintering.

“Final warning. Move, Diluc.”
December 9, 2025 at 4:44 AM
apostasya

Dunking him in a tub of amber trust
November 26, 2025 at 8:41 PM
apostasya

Nothing peaker than dino oatmeal with a drizzle of honey 😌
November 26, 2025 at 8:33 PM
apostasya

Dinosaur. Easy choice 🦖
November 26, 2025 at 7:51 PM
- to rile him up with foolish opinions.

“The business of an envoy doesn’t concern you.“

A flat palm pushes against the top, testing the strength of the boards. One good shove would splinter it easily… but he waits.

“But if it quells your worries, I am spending my break sightseeing. Happy?”
November 23, 2025 at 12:43 AM
A sharp breath fills synthetic lungs, eyes narrowing into slits as he searches once more for his quarry.
November 20, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Just what are these Mondstadters eating?

He stalks down the long roads after the man, coat whipping in the harsh winds as he breaks free of the market streets, spat out of an alleyway by the Goth Grand Hotel.
November 20, 2025 at 10:42 PM
- people for him to duck behind in his stealthy pursuit.

… And, if he is being truthful with himself, his height is a convenience for once. There is even less concern towards being spotted when every man he scoots past is built as sturdily and high as the city walls.
November 20, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Weaving through the crowd proves more difficult for the Doctor, wading through the deluge of people like a fish fighting against rushing rapids.

The unending shifting of the tightly-packed crowd provides a constant flow of rickety wagons, rumbling one-wheeled carts, and ever so many -
November 20, 2025 at 10:42 PM
—and the sharp curve of his cervical vertebrae is becoming more irksome than worthwhile.

Knuckles rap the side, three light taps followed by a harsher 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎 of his fist.

“Get off. I will not hesitate to toss you onto the floor if you don’t move.”
November 20, 2025 at 7:33 PM
“The schedule of a Harbinger is none of your business, Ragnvindr… What’s made you so nosy?”
November 19, 2025 at 10:15 PM
“No beast would be easily restrained by an oversized apple crate… Obviously I was not expecting a person to actually go in.”
November 19, 2025 at 9:06 PM
“Are you manufacturing a hostage situation? Or just being loathsome?”
November 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM