𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
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and hey, you
don’t you think it’s kind of cute
that i (i) died (died) right inside your arms tonight
that I’m fine even after I have died
because it was in your arms I died
arms tonight by mother mother
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like for something potentially while i try && work on things here .
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out of all my muses henrik has the most rights .
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▐ ☤ *・ ━「splitsuit」
❝ You are quite the supercilious one, are you Doctor? ❞
Call the man haughty, calloused over from years in the medical field. At least this one does not speak of only death for thee
Eventually, at the frantic little swats Dark did let go ; yet he was not finished
He had messed up Schneeple’s coat, how rude of him. Keeping that fence they had between them in mind though he still stepped closer. Straitening out the wrinkles along the collar and keeping it down against his shoulders
The nerve ! He did not think he smelt bad, believing he had the scent of roses and men’s soap. Yet still Dark would indulge with the surgeon, he was fascinating to say the least. Who knows what he had been through — and what is to come
❝ Now, now — Best not to speak ill of the dead. Or else the dead come back for vengeance ❞
Ominous as that line was, if Henrik decided to cross it he would surely know. Being toyed with and broke like your average simulator, that was not even the half of it
Something else was just under the skin of this topic, why was Dark even here in the first place? Was he wanting something? Possibly just bleed through to here — or looking for someone
In spite of all of this . henrik has faced worse than some monochrome eldritch accountant trying to intimidate him . he has no problem with dark as it stands , mark && his ... whatever are none of the doctor’s business . he has enough on his plate .
he does not restrain himself from rolling his eyes as dark straightens his collar out . with all of the physical contact he hopes his infected anatomy gives him dysentery . he gives the other man a brief look once he moves his hands , as if to ask if he’s finished with his little power play .
❛❛ In MY experience , ❜❜ he eyed dark defiantly still , ❛❛ Z’he dead do not do much of anyz’hing v’ithout my help . ❜❜
an eerie silence fell for a moment , in spite of all henrik’s ... baiting , he’s really not looking for a fight . there’s nothing either side has to benefit from causing trouble , but dark started it with the whole ... suggestion he be better .
as if it were somehow his business .
❛❛ Tell me v’hy you are REALLY here . You must have better z’hings to do z’hen to lecture me on how I spend my time . And I have a hard time believing you came all z’his v’ay out of z’he GOODNESS of your heart . ❜❜
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“I’m begging on my knees
The doctor needs to sleep
Please just let me breathe
[…]
I let my mistakes define me
I let my closest friends refine me”
Happy birthday, Henrik :)
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☤ *・ ━「musekilled·」
“ well, great! ” jack chirps excitedly. he begins setting the game up so it is now in multiplayer mode, waiting as henrik moves to side beside him. he passes the controller over, wondering if he should explain the controls or just let henrik go for it. the doctor is a wise man - this game is nothing he can’t figure out.
“ oh, no can do. i expect nothin’ less than a miracle from you. ” he grins playfully, glancing from the screen to his friend once more. “ ready when you are. ”
henrik can’t help but find himself amused by jack’s excitement . it’s uplifting , in a way , jack’s stubborn optimism knows no bounds ... no sense , but it has kept him going in the worst of times . it has kept parts of him alive even henrik himself would not be able to save alone .
❛❛ My miracles are reserved for z’he ER , not ... v’hatever z’his is . ❜❜ he takes the controller in both hands , eyeing the buttons for a long moment . the doctor is smart , a directional pad for movement -- other buttons for jumping , attacks , or whatever . he’s picked up that much . ❛❛ I am ready . ❜❜
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so in light of many of the things that have happened in the youtube community in regard to jack ( among other things ) i will say pointedly that i’m going to continue writing the doctor . i’ve been on an entirely unrelated hiatus due to graphic dissatisfaction ( && general rpc inactivity ) but henrik is my son && i love him . regardless of anything his creator may or may not be doing now , he’s got a special place in my heart .
as long as i have partners to write him with , i will write him .
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▐ ☤ *・ ━「powcrhour」
Anti fails to genuinely listen to the other’s words. BORED with whatever argument he may be pulling out of his ass in attempts to get him to think reasonably. To talk this out. He didn’t care. His mind was set on leaving, on freeing himself. It may have been of benefit to the other to listen, to even take up his offer. He didn’t know jackshit about how to look after wounds besides wrapping some old bandages on them and continuing on his day. He never feared anything they could bring, blood, bone, infection, parasites. All of which he considers more fun than a threat ( not that he wan’t kin to those bugs that infect the host and eat and eat and EAT!!! )
❝ L̷̷̙͙͉̩ͅ-̩̲͝͞l͉ḭ̪̟͡k̡̭̖̘̼͉̤͟e͖̦͟͠͝ ̢̰̥̀y͎̦̝̺͓̗̝̗ou wouldn’t ENJOY me w̸̢̕ŗ͜-̷̕͜ẁ̶͞r̡i͜t̛͡h҉i̵̡n̶҉͞g͏̷͠ i̵̶n͘҉ ͡͞p͠͡ain! B̴͏̸͞͠é̴̛́͝-҉̵̀҉̨b̕͢ę̶̛͝͡g͠͏gin’ at your d-door for ya help, coughin’ up m’ bloo̷͜͏̧́d͡͝ ̧̧͘i̵̡ń̴͟͟ ya hand!! ❞
He giggles balefully. The attention drawn to his knife at the doctor’s shout, he simply tightens his grip, though it remains laid on the bed underneath. HE HADN’T EVEN DONE ANYTHING YET AND HE’S GETTING SHOUTED AT?? Whatever game, Henrik had in mind, Anti ( for once) wasn’t eager to play it either. He wouldn’t verbally admit how agonizing his chest felt in the current situation, and as much as he tended to ride the high of pain, this was a deep ache instead. He didn’t want to cause himself more pain than he needed to.
❝ I haven҉҉̶͕̪̺̬̹̦̘͔’̛̤͇̙͢ ̡̡̞͇̩̦̝̞e̢̲͚̣̹͝v̟̗͇̗͔́̀ͅe͍̝͖̹̤͘͞͝-̴҉͔͖̲̥̠̯͉e̮̙̤̙͔̥͡v̵̨̘͍̬̜̫̣̣̩e̜̕ņ͙͓͖͍ ̳̜͈T̲̯̞͢H̤̝̮̫̳̝͜͝Ŗ̷̫͖̝̰̥̟̺̭͟E̸̬̮̰̦͈͞A̶̸̱͍̣͍͞T̛͎̻ͅE̱͈̯̙̥̮̦͍ͅN̴̲̣͘͟-͉̝̣̝̼E҉͎̭̦̣͇͕ͅN̛̛̪͍͚̜̞͖̙̞E̘̘̖̝̝̯̙̱͘͘͜D̢̜̟̝͓́ you wit’ it yet! What’s got ya’ panties in su-such a fuckin’ TWISṰ͕͔̝̘͕,̰̞̣̠̤̯͔̙ͅ ̶̡͓̩͝d͏͈ó̺͔̳̗̟̱̹̫͘͝-̶͝͏͓͖̪̮̪̙̩̬d͍̭̣͕̤͔͙̱̖͘o͕̮͕̮͇͟ͅͅ-̸̺͎͇͎̭̬͚̕d̢̘͎ơ̻̗̣̮̭̺̗͟c̡̹͓̪͢?! ❞
The glitch growls.
anti never listens ; why would henrik expect him to start now ? the glitch does not know what is good for him . all that time spent poking around in his chest maybe the schneeplestein should have cracked his skull open instead to check for sure that he had a brain !
sleepless , the good doctor is running on fumes && it is beginning to show . the previous high of his accomplishment is adrenal ; && as he listens to this fucking voice that adrenaline tempts him to something darker . he pulls back . ignore the jeering , they both know . in spite of henrik’s pride he does not want to see the egos suffer --
anti is an ego , jack cares for him ... the good doctor wants what’s best for him . he’s a healer first ! a killer second . so he lets out a deep exhalation of breath , shutting his eyes for a few moments .
. ❛❛ I v’as z’hinking of you all night , I did not sleep v’ell . ❜❜ that is the truth . this whole thing has him stressed out . it is ... to be expected . but if he wants this to work he must keep a clear head . anti is supposed to be the one who’s violent instability is under question .
he won’t fucking last more than ten feet out of this er , with his chest a mess && his feral tendencies ... but maybe it is best to let the glitch find that out for himself . if he overuses the device , he is at risk that anti might become numb to it .
. ❛❛ But , if you really v’ant to leave , z’he door is right z’here -- . ❜❜ about 20 feet away , && henrik does not intend to do anything but watch . a change of position for him for once ! good luck .
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Marvin The Magician, texting: so why do German people smile like :) if they already have Ü and Ö
Dr. Schneeplestein, replying: we do not smile in Germany.
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▐ ☤ *・ ━「powcrhour」
Chase listens to the doctor speak, letting his voice fill his ears and reassure him no matter what the words themself are, he couldn’t care less! He was home and he wouldn’t have to leave again for a while so he was okay… until he inevitably had to go out again anyway. Even as the warmth in his gut continued to warp his vision, make him light-headed, he moves his head to press into his neck, resting his eyes for a brief moment.
A simple word of agreement is murmured at the instruction, placing a gentle but sloppy kiss to his skin before he pulls himself away, making his way to the cabinet. The pot Henrik had asked for is in his hands before he can fully process his words. They hit like a train and it’s hard to believe that he didn’t stumble with the force of it. Part of him knew. But that part was watered down and buried very deep amongst the war inside his head.
❝ I k-know. I jus’… need you around or I get sad ‘nd I don’t know what to do when I’m sad w-without you because then my head gets bad. Really really bad. ❞
Words spill from his lips, dizzied gaze focus on the metal in his hands and the odd reflection it casts of his expressed. Warped and stretched, but he can still see his frown and the bags under his eyes.
❝ I love you. ❞
He has to divert his attention, unable to hold his own gaze for longer than those few seconds, looking back to Henrik as his salvation from himself. His statement should be affectionate, but it’s desperate, begging, pleading, as it often is when it came from Chase’s lips.
henrik is certainly good at words . communication ? no . but words he could do . he often spoke to himself when not in the company of others . most of the time that was what speaking to chase felt like , just talking to a brick wall . a loop between them that he was unwilling to break for fear that thread was all that was supporting his ... partner .
he hummed at the kiss , raising a hand to absentmindedly pat at the side of the other’s face in acknowledgement . he very nearly smiles , but chase’s words have him sigh . it is nothing he does not know . it was a delicate balancing act though . keeping chase away from the brink without plummeting over the edge himself . that would not be good for anyone .
chase’s beast was bad but the doctor’s was ... something else .
. ❛❛ I love you too . ❜❜ he meant it . he would not put up with all this for just anyone . it may not have been exactly the father’s desired love -- but henrik did love him . he has for a very long time . however , it’s spoken so softly it’s hard to hear it as much more than consolation .
it should not sound like an apology , but it does .
. ❛❛ Get some rest , v’ill you ? It is good for z’he hangover . I v’ill v’ake you up v’hen dinner is ready . ❜❜
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Ask Box Trick-or-Treat
Send ‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!
This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic
of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together,
a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other
goodie! Happy Halloween! Let’s celebrate!
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Schneeplestein as quotes I’ve said because of Med School
@flappyrose heard them first
• ”Can the penis of medicine stop fucking me in the ass?”
• “I feel that if I go to sleep I’m going to dream of tiny little scalpels”
• “Everyday I wake up and think ‘What the Fuck!?’”
• “A class on washing our hands? What else? A class on how to breath? Med School is a joke”
• “Med school is full of psychopaths. We get it! You dissected a dead person? So did I and I wasn’t even in med school at the time. Show offs.”
• “Books? More like dildos. Because they’re fucking me.”
• “I think I have a doctor kink because every single young doctor I’ve met makes wanna oof in my pants” [with the reaction of my friend: why would you say that out loud?]
• “When I said I wanted to become a doctor, I did not expect everyone to hate me, it’s not my fault I’m pretty.”
• “Why do people think the main surgical instrument is the scalpel? Fools. It’s the hand! Just reach in there with your own hand, old school.”
• “At this point, when I get my medical license, everyone will want to take it away from me instantly.”
• “Let me pull a sneaky and steal a liver, it’s not like they’ll miss it! I bet they have others.”
• “[after uncovering the dead body to dissect] I wish this were me, except not naked… who am I kidding, I bet I’d look great.”
• “Anatomy? More like, where the fuck is the sternum?”
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“You did it, you really did it.”
decided to post this on its own, because tumblr straight up slaughtered the quality when i put it in the ask - real quick thing based on the idea an anon gave me!! had fun with it, even if it’s messy,
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schneep always wears headphones during his private ‘ procedures ’ . a contradiction , to be sure , but in spite of his schadenfreude && personal satisfaction in providing destruction where it is deserved . he can’t handle the sound .
look up at him with eyes filled with terror ; face ruddy && dripping sweat && he’ll smile right back at you . but the screams , the begging --- panicked , pleading dead men’s words -- he can’t deal with that .
the pain , rather than the person becomes the problems he needs to fix . it causes him extreme discomfort . because in spite of the doctor’s way of life , he is very empathetic under the right circumstances .
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▐ ☤ *・ ━「splitsuit·」
Stunned, his already corpse-like body stiffening even more
No one had been bold enough to grab up Dark in such a way as this — how unfortunate. Such odious behavior will not be stood for, not now and not ever
Dry fingers lingering up the bony chest of scrubs and lab coat, gripping his collar right back though making sure his next lines were smooth as stainless steel
❝ Picking a fight with me does not seem to be in your best interest, Doctor ❞
Black eyes and relaxed lips inching ever so closer, the imaginary water raising above their necks. Even if they were bone dry, can you feel yourself drowning?
❝ All you will get out of this universe is suffering ; I bet you would just die if a so called patient of yours never flat-lined. What would you do then? ❞
schneep was just about to step back , return to his work && ignore the dead man walking in his office when stiff grey hands seize the collar of his lab coat . momentarily unstable on his feet ; cerulean eyes flutter open && closed . instinctively , his hand swats assailant’s wrist before simply resting there . startled , before the irritation sets in .
if dark thinks he’s intimidated by a little graceless manhandling , ( when he’s had the insides of his mind toyed with && exploited like a video game ) he has another thing coming .
the doctor’s mouth opens to speak , but in spite of dark’s hands being no where near his neck ( so far , at least ) , he’s finding himself having trouble breathing . henrik grunts , as if to clear the imaginary f l u i d rising in his throat .
he’s arrogant for sure ; fueled by hubris && fried nerves . he’s an ass .
. ❛ Could you not breaz’he in my face ? ❜
he mutters ; first && foremost . then pulling his hands to his chest , he intertwines his fingers to create a kind of barrier between them . in spite of the demon still gripping him like a vice , the doctor grins smugly .
a patient that never flatlined ? well , that would certainly be a wonder ! imagine all the possibilities for experimentation on a cadaver that could answer questions ? imagine if one were a doctor .
. ❛ You smell as bad as you look . ❜
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