#yandere dr stockill

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I would like something (hcs or else, whatever you can make out of it/feel like writing) for Dr. Stockill and a darling who is not eating.

Eiter because they decided to hunger strike as a form of protesting against him (totally terrible idea but not every darling is the sharpest tool in the shed heheh...) or because they are sick and that makes it hard for them/takes away apetite.

Hunger Pains | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Hunger strikes, disordered eating, illness, brief mention of force feeding, brief mentions of animal/human death.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Tysm for the ask anon! <3 I hope that this lives up to your request/expectations!!

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- It doesn’t take Stockill long to notice they’ve stopped eating.

- In the months, maybe years, that Stockill has known them, they have never displayed an avoidance of food to this degree.

- Despite his detachment, disgust, and apathy to almost everything around him, he is an observant man. Especially when it comes to his darling.

- Within a few days, the interrogations start.

- He begins questioning his darling; and the longer he goes without an answer, the more insistent he becomes...

- "Don't lie to me, I know something is wrong with you."

- Once he finally manages to get an explanation out of them, he's bewildered.

- This odd behaviour is out of spite? Some silly protest against him?

- Stockill believes that he treats his darling rather well, at least in comparison to the other inmates he oversees.

- His darling is given decent food and drink; dressed in clothes that keep out the asylum's chilling cold; and is kept close to the doctor whenever possible.

- Stockill even allows them to rest in the safety of his room, in his own bed (which is often unused due to his frequent neglect of sleep).

- And yet, they still fight him?

- They would prefer the bleak darkness of the asylum's wards, accompanied by nothing but filthy rats and those wretched whores, over staying with him?

- Even going so far as to starve themselves, just to prove a point?

- His darling begins to deteriorate... day by day. Their movements becoming slower, their thoughts foggier, their gaze more distant. All despite his attempts to reason with them.

- As he tries to rationalise it, his confusion gives way to anger.

- Convinced that his darling's behaviour must have been instigated by another, threats soon follow.

- "I swear, if you do not stop this idiotic demonstration... I will find whichever inmate placed the idea in your head, and I will make her suffer!"

- From here, there's only two ways that it can end:

- In one, his darling ceases their little hunger strike, giving into the doctor's demands. Whereupon things will return to how they were, and Stockill will limit their contact with others even more as a precaution.

- In the other ending, his darling continues. Until Stockill does something...

- Drastic.

- But, he would rather not resort to something as vile as force feeding, or harming their companions to threaten them into relenting...

- So, it would be wise for his darling to stop. After all, they don't want to have their friends' blood on their hands... do they?

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- Alternatively, if his darling’s lack of appetite is a result of sickness or some other affliction, he’s more…

- Well, he's not exactly sympathetic, but perhaps more understanding.

- Now, this is a problem for him to solve, a condition to be alleviated.

- He quickly sets himself to work: to find a cure for whatever is ailing them.

- There's a sudden influx of dead rats (and eventually dead patients) scattered throughout his laboratory, all in his attempt to cure this illness.

- But, with the limitations of victorian medicine, there's a good chance that Stockill's ventures will remain fruitless.

- If the illness becomes long-term, or is in fact some incurable/chronic condition, then Stockill will continue to seek for ways to lessen it.

- All the while, he will focus on keeping his darling healthy; maybe even neglecting his plague research until he is confident that their condition is stable.

- They won't be leaving Stockill's room for a long while... As he will insist they remain bedbound to avoid the affliction worsening.

- He would try to encourage his darling's appetite with more pleasant food than the asylum typically provides.

- "I recall you mentioning this dish. Something you enjoyed before you were sent... here."

- The costs for which are taken from the asylum's funds... but that is of no matter to him. His darling takes upmost priority.

- "Also, don't attempt to smuggle some to the other patients again. Yes, yes, I saw that. You are not nearly as sly as you think you are."

- He's almost considerate in this state.

- It's eerie.

- Incredibly eerie.

- But, all things considered, it's far from the worst situation his darling could be in.

- And as they fall asleep, curled up in Stockill's bed, the doctor watching them with a hawk-like gaze...

- They see the ever so faint, ever so unnatural, twist of his lips.

- A smile.

- "I will see you tomorrow, my dear..."

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Hi! I would like to ask something that I've been thinking for a while. If dr. Stockill's darling was ever outside of the asylum (basically if they were not a patient) that he just sees outside often, how would it be like? (I'm just rlly curious, considering the fact that he doesn't leave the Asylum in the book.)

Outsider | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

Spoilers Present.

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Content Warning: Kidnapping, mentions of murder, description of insect harm (metaphorical), obsessive/possessive behaviour.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Thanks anon for this request! It was a fun one to fill out, considering the doctor’s status as a world-class shut-in XD

I hope that I’ve fulfilled it but if I’ve missed the mark, or if there’s anything you’d like me to elaborate on, feel free to shoot me another ask!

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- Well, it would certainly be less likely for Stockill to have a darling who is not a resident of the Asylum.

- As anon's noted; he doesn't leave the Asylum in the book. Too wrapped up in his experiments to bother associating with the world outside.

- However, just because its unlikely, doesn't mean it's impossible...

- If his darling was someone outside of the Asylum, there could be a few ways that he first encounters them.

- Maybe they attended they Ophelia Gallery, by their own choice or having been dragged along by somebody else?

- Maybe he encountered them at some kind of conference; something formal, to keep up appearances, that Stockill would clearly have rather skipped?

- Or maybe it was a chance meeting on the street? Perhaps while he was purchasing some new supplies for his experiments...

- Regardless, Stockill is left perplexed by the meeting.

- He had felt... something towards them.

- He can't figure out what it is, but it's something.

- That’s a major difference between a darling within the Asylum and one outside it.

- A darling within is close all the time, allowing an obsession to be slowly built over months of unavoidable proximity.

- But, due to Stockill’s reclusive nature, this build-up would not be applicable to a darling outside of the Asylum.

- So, any obsession with an outsider would have to hit hard and fast.

- And hit fast it did.

- Soon, he orchestrates more meetings with them. More run-ins, more formalities, whatever excuse he can give himself to see the person who made him feel more than nothing.

- But rather than satiating his curiosity, it only becomes worse.

- Stockill is careful to shield the Asylum’s true nature from them. Alongside hiding his own... murderous tendencies.

- This serves two purposes: to keep from stirring up controversy and to not scare them away.

- He remains polite during their meetings, almost courteous. A behaviour that later unsettles his darling when they see how cold he is towards others. How cold he is towards everyone...

- Except for Madam Mournington, and them.

- Speaking of Mournington, Stockill would be eager to introduce his darling to her.

- The doctor values her opinion highly. And, as he becomes more invested in this new person, he hopes that she will approve of them.

- Or at least tolerate them.

- But even if she doesn't, Stockill's obsession won't wane.

- Time goes on. The pair become closer.

- Stockill's obsession shifts as jealousy starts to creep in.

- He hasn't felt jealousy like this in decades. Not since Violet…

- But, he's not a child anymore, he reprimands himself. He swears that he can control his jealousy this time. And besides, those he feels jealous towards aren't as easily disposed as the unwanted inmates of the Asylum.

- They’re people from the outside world.

- Dirty, filthy, people.

- Flies. Buzzing pests that litter the city's disgusting streets.

- Flies who would surely raise alarm if one of their own met an untimely demise.

- No, no... he couldn't do that.

- Unless...

- Instead of picking off flies in the open air; he removes his darling from the situation altogether.

- Capture them. Like a butterfly in a jar. Keep them away of the world's cruel clutches.

- It'd be for their own good, he assures himself. He's seen firsthand how deplorable people can be. The terrible things that they’d do for a couple of coins or a fleeting moment of ‘fun’.

- Those people would steal his darling from him. Claw apart their wings. Leave them a twitching, writhing, mess of bleeding colours and torn chitin.

- He couldn’t have that. He simply couldn’t.

- So, in the end, it doesn’t matter where they start. Because his darling, his butterfly, will always wind up in the same place:

- Trapped within the crumbling walls of the Asylum. And entangled in Montmorency’s web.

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Ophelia's Flowers.

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Reader is gender neutral but is ‘feminine’ in appearance/attire; detailed as having long hair and wearing a dress.

Please proceed with caution if such descriptions may make you uncomfortable/dysphoric.

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know.)

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“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.”

Thin herbal leaves speckled by soft purple flowers join the wreath that lies upon your head.

“Pray you, love, remember.”

The doctor’s thin lips echo the immortal words of Shakespeare, whispered under his breath. The office is eerily silent and it let you hear every syllable.

“And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…”

Indigo and yellow petals are laid in your hair. Tucked amongst the braids woven with a tenderness unfound in this damned building.

“There’s fennel for you, and columbines.”

The Ophelia Gallery has returned. One of the asylum’s yearly ventures: a show for the masses, or perhaps a warning to all the women who are just one misstep away from being thrown in to it. Locked away for some pitifully small offence.

“There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me.”

The little yellow specks on thin green stalks are added to the adornment. Stockill’s fingertips are wrapped around the stem; placing it carefully behind your ear.

“We may call it 'herb of grace' o' Sundays.”

Dr Stockill’s spindly fingertips curl around another stem, snapping it with the swiftness of a guillotine. He slides it into his waistcoat pocket, beside the stem of wilting violets.

“- Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.”

A pair of nails presses into the skin under your chin, while the fingers they belong to tilt your head slowly. Dark eyes scan over his work; an artist searching for a spot on his canvas to add another stroke of colour.

"There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets,"

At the mention of those flowers, your gaze darts down to the wilting purple flowers in his waistcoat.

"But they withered all when my siste-"

Your eyes flick up; meeting his abyssal stare.

He pauses, before calmly correcting himself. The alteration smooth enough for the mistake to be ignored. Yet, it did not escape your notice.

"But they withered all when my father died."

He concludes his speaking as The Mad Ophelia, the illusion of her visage shedding from his voice. In her place, the true persona of The Callous Doctor Stockill.

With the silence of the room restored, you stand from your chair, assuming that this is your cue to leave. To join your fellow inmates outside in the crude display of the Ophelia Gallery.

But you barely take a few strides before you hear-

"I did not grant you permission to leave." The doctor's stern voice cloaks the sound of your footsteps.

In an instant, you stop in your tracks. You do not have the courage to turn around; do not have the courage to meet his eyes again.

As your nervous hands twirl and twist the overgrown strands of hair on your head, one of the flowers falls to the floor. Despite its weightlessness, the thud of it hitting the wooden planks is agonising.

Internally, you curse yourself. The cursing turns to anxiety. Anxiety to panic.

Racing thoughts worsen with every step the doctor takes towards you. Until he is directly behind you. His shadow blanketing your form.

"You will not be going out there." Stockill states calmly, while his spider-like manoeuvres return the fallen flower to its rightful place.

"Why not..?" The question leaves your lips before you can think to stop it.

There is a second of stillness.

"You are in no position to ask." The doctor replies firmly. He is the superintendent of this Asylum. He does not need to justify himself to a mere patient.

But soon, he takes a breath, admission bubbling in his throat. He wishes to confess with the fervour of a sinner to a priest. The words like a river battering against a breaking dam.

"Those people out there... the weak, depraved, people of this city... they do not deserve to look upon this."

The doctor divulges, his voice is quieter than you have ever heard it. His hands place themselves upon your shoulders, slowly turning you to face him. He is puzzled by his own wish to admit this all... but he does not have the will to stop himself.

"The women would be disconcerted and disgusted by you, while the men would care only for what lay beneath your robes." He continues as the light of the room hits your skin and illuminates his work.

His expression twitches ever so slightly, in what seems to be anger. Or maybe disgust? You wonder whether that look is directed at you, the people he was describing, or himself.

"And so, you will stay here." The doctor announces, his normal volume flaring up like a violent breeze. It nearly makes you jump.

"Here?" you repeat.

"Here. In my office. Or perhaps my laboratory should I need to venture down there." Stockill clarifies, a touch of irritation is his typically vacuous tone.

"Am I understood?"

The man's question is hardly that: a question. Instead, it is an extension of his command. A rhetorical statement, demanding compliance.

And, with a small nod in response, you comply.

The doctor's hands loosen their hold on your shoulders. You hadn't realised how harshly his nails were biting into your skin; forming dents in the fabric of your dress.

"Good." Dr. Stockill comments coldly. Yet, somehow, there's a touch of approval laced within.

After taking a final glance over your features; the ghostly white dress that hangs over your figure; and the flowers laden in your hair; he lets go. The creaking noise of wooden floorboards resounds as he leaves your side.

"Now, I have to fetch some supplies from elsewhere. Necessities for my work. I will be back shortly." He informs as he straightens the cuffs on his shirt. Stockill's earlier anger and disgust are replaced by an eerie calm, like vines covering a building; hiding it away, as though it had never existed in the first place.

The hinges cry with a mouse-ish squeak as the door opens, the doctor disappearing into the asylum's labyrinth of corridors.

He leaves the door unlocked.

It lay ajar. The latch not clicked into place. A move too foolish to be made by the precise and meticulous physician.

It leaves you with one conclusion: this is a test.

The door taunts you. Tugs on your sleeves. Nags you to leave... Urges you to run from this room, to the company and sanctuary of the other inmates, far from the constricting grasp of the doctor's web...

But, despite your fear, you remain.

You sit back down upon your chair.

You adjust the petals he laid in your hair.

And you listen to the muffled sounds of the Ophelia Gallery outside.

As you wait for him to return.

Just as the doctor knew you would.

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Dr. Stockill Yandere Alphabet.

Letters: A-Z Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. Implied Spoilers.

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Content Warning: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping, descriptions of murder, mentions of poisoning.

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Physically speaking, Dr. Stockill isn't overly affectionate. He's not a fan of physical contact so he won't be too touchy. He'll show affection in other ways such as acts of service.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Stockill prefers to not get his hands dirty. If someone needed to be taken out of the picture, he'd use a subtle method such as poisoning. But if the offender caught him in one of his outbursts, then they better prepare for hell. He has enough supplies on hand to make a person's suffering last a lifetime and he will put them to good use.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

It'd be a peculiar sight to say the least. Firstly, Stockill would explain the situation to his darling, and answer any questions they had. Then he'd be doting, jumping headfirst into what he considered a domestic life, but willing to threaten his darling if they were getting on his nerves. However, he wouldn't mock them, he'd deem it unnecessary and counterproductive.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Being forced to stay in the asylum is a major one (this kind of counts as abduction but whatevs), medical procedures/medication, and maybe marriage if that's possible. Heavy emphasis on IF for the last one as this does take place in Victorian England.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

In terms of vulnerability, it'll take a while for Stockill to start opening up. And I mean a while.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated. Can't they see that he's helping them, that he saved them from the filth outside the asylum walls? No matter, he'll just wait for them to tire themselves out. They can't fight him forever.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

♪Let's play our game-♪

Despite the doctor's rather infamous line, he'd not consider his darling's escape attempts to be a game. Stockill would likely see it as a nuisance, something borderline impossible, and nothing but a waste of effort for his darling.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Stockill murdering someone close to his darling right before their eyes. Purposefully drawing out the person's suffering to teach his darling a lesson. Being powerless, unable to put an end to their friend's suffering is near impossible for them to bear. The doctor's sudden shift from unhinged and cruel to calm and collected once the ordeal is over is additionally horrifying.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Moving back to his childhood home, a quaint cottage in the country side, with his darling. But until he makes a breakthrough with his work, they'll both be stuck in the asylum.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Heheh, should we ask Violet..?

To put it simply, jealousy is a must for Stockill.

Seeing people he deemed as lesser (such as the inmates or asylum staff) interacting fondly with his darling is a recipe for disaster. At first, it will be verbal assaults. He'd lash out at those he's jealous of and threaten them if they dare to step near his darling again. If they ignore his initial warning... Well, I'll leave it up to your imagination.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

As mentioned before, he's incredibly doting; keeping close to and conversating with his darling when possible. Alongside this, he strives for his darling's approval and praise, not that he'll never admit it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

This depends on the circumstances of their meeting. If his darling were someone he came across in everyday life outside of the asylum, he'd court them in a more traditional manner.

If they were a patient at the asylum then it'd be much more... complicated to say the least. He'd call them to his office more and more often, claiming that he needed them for whatever concoction he was testing. As his feelings started manifesting and growing more intense, so would the procedures he'd perform on his darling. Then once he's finally figured everything out he suddenly stops, and then swoops in the affection, much to the confusion of his darling.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I wouldn't describe how he acts around his darling as his "true colours" but he does act drastically different.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Stockill wouldn't punish his darling by harming them, instead he'd harm those close to them. Friends, family members, and former lovers are all in the line of fire.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As mentioned previously, he wouldn't allow them to leave the asylum. Additionally, due to his jealousy, he'd stop them from speaking with other people (maybe with the exception of Madam Mournington).

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Rather patient. He's willing to wait for his darling to come around and to realise that the best place for them to stay is with him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Maybe. He'd sink further into his work, spending more time in his laboratory, and trying to focus on anything but his darling.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Absolutely not. In his mind, he's keeping them safe from the world. He's keeping them safe from people who'd harm or take advantage of them; not realising that he is who they should be protected from.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Stockill had been showing yandere traits since childhood (albeit more platonic ones), so I don't think there is anything in particular that brought them about.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Apathetic. Stockill has a very logical mind, and so won't completely understand his darling's more emotional reactions. Similarly to if they fought against him, the doctor would wait until they've calmed down and their outbursts have subsided.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Nope. Stockill's a pretty textbook yandere all things considered.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's very dedicated to his work, and spends many a restless night attempting to perfect his magnum opus. Due to this, Stockill spends a lot of time alone in either his laboratory or office. His darling may be able to exploit this in order to escape, if they're lucky and their timing is good enough.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, if he deemed it necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He wouldn't worship them, however he will go to quite some lengths to win them over.

Stockill would provide his darling with all the comfort he could give them. Fine clothing, their favourite foods, and any entertainment they wished (the money for which was definitely not taken out of the asylum's funds).

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Months, maybe years. Stockill had spent much of his life with little to no feeling towards anyone. No love or hatred or guilt or fear. Nothing. Nothing at all. Suddenly experiencing emotions this intense was a shock. The doctor would rather wait, take his time, and fully understand his feelings before doing anything too extreme.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. If his darling ever were to break, it'd likely be due to the asylum itself. It's not a place for the faint of heart, and with a lovesick doctor constantly on their heels it'll be a challenge to stay mentally stable.