The Nazi Doctor

[millennium-doctor]

[millennium-doctor]

OPEN starter

Dok hated these sorts of errands. They made him feel foolish. But, this is what Herr Major wanted of him, so the eccentric, anxious scientist was walking through a Wallgreens, looking for a bottle of super strength tums.

Instead of his usual garb, he had been convinced to wear a pair of slightly-too-short black pants and a definitely-not-long-enough through the sleeves button down shirt. He felt like an idiot. He didn’t have his normal glasses, and kept catching himself trying to adjust non-existent lenses. Typical of the doctor, he was oblivious to the stares coming his way- even in normal clothing, he threw people off.

He frowned, pausing in front of a bright display, and chewed at his gloved fingers nervously.

[millennium-doctor]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[thehellsingclips]

[millennium-doctor]

“I am not so sure about zhis outfit.”

[millennium-doctor]

“Vhe seem to have spent an avful long time in brazil lately. It vas...lonely.”

[zzzora]

My tumblr needs more Dok.

[senes-aeterni]

mine as well

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

*wags tail* Meine Doktor, how beautiful you are~ Makes the oddest faces, though…

[millennium-doctor]

“I am not sure how to respond to zhat comment..” He frowns,…

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

“Because, dear,” she said, “it’s true.” The position of her ears, tail, and the slight prickly-looking appearance her fur had taken betrayed her own distrusting nature.

[millennium-doctor]

“Nein. I do not zhink so.” His glove was turning scarlet as he bit into his fingers. “Vhy are you here?”

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

The Nazi Doctor: rinlucifen: millennium-doctor: rinlucifen: bitches-love-cannons:...

"I am here because..." She paused, trying to think of a valid reason. "I can be...And you smell good, I suppose... when you bleed, that is."

[millennium-doctor]

The blonde made a face and tucked the injured hand into his pocket, though he still twitched. “Vell..don’t touch anyzhing.

[zzzora]

My tumblr needs more Dok.

[senes-aeterni]

mine as well

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

*wags tail* Meine Doktor, how beautiful you are~ Makes the oddest faces, though…

[millennium-doctor]

“I am not sure how to respond to zhat comment..” He frowns,…

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

“Because, dear,” she said, “it’s true.” The position of her ears, tail, and the slight prickly-looking appearance her fur had taken betrayed her own distrusting nature.

[millennium-doctor]

"Nein. I do not zhink so." His glove was turning scarlet as he bit into his fingers. "Vhy are you here?"

[zzzora]

My tumblr needs more Dok.

[senes-aeterni]

mine as well

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

*wags tail* Meine Doktor, how beautiful you are~ Makes the oddest faces, though…

[millennium-doctor]

“I am not sure how to respond to zhat comment..” He frowns, fingers twitching nervously.

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

“I’m not too sure how anyone would respond to that,” the girl stated honestly, holding her tail between her legs in a submissive gesture, awkwardly gnawing at the bones in her wrist.

[millennium-doctor]

The blonde bit into his fingers, a nasty habit he was trying to break. "Vell zhen vhy say it?" His eyes betrayed anxiety and nervousness.

[millennium-doctor]

Newcomers seemed to be everywhere, and Dok watched them closely on his screen, tapping long fingers rhythmically as he watched.

[zzzora]

My tumblr needs more Dok.

[senes-aeterni]

mine as well

[kitsunetsukimori-deactivated201]

*wags tail* Meine Doktor, how beautiful you are~ Makes the oddest faces, though…

[millennium-doctor]

"I am not sure how to respond to zhat comment.." He frowns, fingers twitching nervously.

[millennium-doctor]

Rin wagged her long, silvery black tail and curled up on a random spot on the floor with a contented yawn. "Am I intruding, Herr Doktor? I'd like to sleep on your floor. It smells like blood here, a smell that I have a loving familiarity with."

The tall man grumbled under his breath, but gave a curt nod. "I suppose zhat ist okay." With that he turned back to his work.

[zzzora]

My tumblr needs more Dok.

[senes-aeterni]

mine as well

[wilderness-a]

Millennium by ~sutinen

[millennium-doctor]

Laxpetitexmorte, theredqueenofmean, littlescopsowlet have arrived

Dok watched the flickering image of the newcomers on his remote, washed out by reception made choppy due to the mountains they traversed. "Und vho might you be?"

The voice echoed into the entryway over an intercom.

[millennium-doctor]

A rare event (OPEN) (repost)

[millennium-doctor]

  ((this computer won’t let me cut posts dammit))

The storm ended as suddenly as it had come, almost terrifying with the silence left in its wake. With equal sudden violence, the heavy book crashed to the floor, taking the mug of cocoa with it, which spilled over the smooth surface, sticky and dark. Dok turned, frightened and angry, a scalpel in one hand.

“Vhat ist zhe meaning of zhis?!”

A resounding and obnoxious sounding laughter came from the goddess and echoed around the empty metal walls  like a heart beat at the rash reaction of the man in white, letting one of her white thin hands lean back on to the edge of the cool metal desk with a layer of stardust between to keep her from the repulsive act of touching the human world while the other near her toothy grin while she laughed as the man had turned around in question of the paranormal event.

Was now plain in sight having removed the layer of human ability to not be able to see the higher powers of the world.  The wild waves of deep blue hair that seemed to go on in a sea of stars hopped in her movement, the deity still kept her nimble feet from touching the surface of the floors as doing so would be a disgusting act of ignorance on her part. Nyx looked at the doctor squarely with a sinister look in her cobalt blue hues rimmed in the dark of the night.

“You think you could harm a goddess with your tiny dagger? Try again, mortal.” The figure of the night mocked. 

Icy blue eyes widened in a combination of terror and curiosity behind the many lenses of Dok’s glasses. He squeaked softly, stepping back until he bumped a steel table, cold even through his robe. The man mumbled something incoherent before his voice cracked and he had to start over.

“Leave. You do not belong in zhis place.”

His malformed hand still brandished the blade, small though it was, it gave some illusion of strength.

[millennium-doctor]

A rare event (OPEN) (repost)

[millennium-doctor]

A storm lashed outside of the zeppelin, dark sheets of rain pummeling the sides, driven by powerful wind that forced them to land. Trees surrounding the ship shook, branching clattering on its metal shell, followed by raucous thunder that made the ground seem to tremble. It was truly a horrid night.

Most of the men had gone to sleep hours ago, and only one still moved about in the dimly lit vessel. Dok was hard at work in his lab. He wore a thick robe, pulled tight around him, pure white as all his clothes were though surprisingly not stained by blood, and held a mug of cocoa in one hand as he pored over a huge book. It was ancient and dusty and written in german, the entire thing scripted by hand.

The man’s blue eyes drooped as he read, and he gradually fell into daydream, remembering his life before the Major. Unbeknownst to him, a lone tear slipped down his cheek, unbidden. These were memories he did not want, but tired as he was, could not chase away. And all alone in his lab, the man began to cry quietly.

[lost-in-stardust-blog]

“Why spend the night crying in this dingy place? Its a beautiful night outside.” The goddess voice reverberated out into the cold dark quarters of the blonde male. But as she always did before feeling the trust to reveal herself her veil of illusion rested firm between what the mortals could see and her own line of vision; like a one sided mirror.

It personally upset the goddess when she saw the piety mortals down when they could be enjoying her works of art only steps away outside, while she loved to play with the creatures that walked the earth she loved the admiration more.

The disembodiment voice that spoke out to the doctor had no trace but a cold spot of her presence on the long desk of where she floated above in a sitting position, one clean white leg wrapped in gold crossed over the other she awaited a nudge, a voice, anything she could label as a clear response for the sad man. 

[millennium-doctor]

Dok looked up suddenly, rubbing a deformed hand under his eyes to remove all trace of emotion that might have been there. “Vho ist here?” He was a perfect mask again, returning his glasses to his face and sipping at the hot drink. “I must be imagining zhings..”

Icy eyes returned to the dusty book as the aryan tugged his robe closer to him, the fluffy, almost indulgent fabric cloudlike on his otherwise naked flesh, warm and comforting despite the storm that still raged outside.

[lost-in-stardust-blog]

Her usual responses were common as his, debunking, a mishear of words, but these such were the ones she loathed the most. To see her as anything but a forced to be reckoned with was unacceptable and she would not have it, the goddesses dark eyes narrowed in inheritances  Her think white lips in obvious displeasure, the forceful winds whistled against the small pot-hole of a window in screeches against the glass. Nyx carried herself gently to it and watched as the storm continued to rage outside, perhaps it was the rain that made the mortal gloomy?

This sort of behavior was rare for the deity but anyone that wanted to get on the bad side of it would be taken down by her wrath. “Stop weeping.” She commanded internally to the apparently raging Zeus above, creating the lightning strikes and fierce winds that had shook the earth. The two had a fearful history together and even the god of Gods took respect to the somber goddess of the night. Almost instantly to her demand the lethal cold drops started to cool into a sweet drizzle, and then to its original nonexistence upon the area.

Nyx smiled in thanks of his cooperation  taking her focus back to the blonde mortal there was a resounding final boom of thunder. “Thanks” She replied nonchalantly. And returned to the man, looming over a broad white shoulder the deity tried to means of what he was reading with a chilling breeze of air in her wake that could chill a man to the bone.

“Why waste your time with this?” She questioned aloud mockingly with a perfectly shaped brow raised in confusion, taking in action of how she saw fit to gain his attention once more Nyx moved her hand across the book, whipping the pages past at the speed of sound and forcefully shooting it at the metal flooring to where it jumped and rest to her abuse. A small smirk layed on her face in her mischief   

[millennium-doctor]

((this computer won't let me cut posts dammit))

The storm ended as suddenly as it had come, almost terrifying with the silence left in its wake. With equal sudden violence, the heavy book crashed to the floor, taking the mug of cocoa with it, which spilled over the smooth surface, sticky and dark. Dok turned, frightened and angry, a scalpel in one hand.

"Vhat ist zhe meaning of zhis?!"

[millennium-doctor]

A rare event (OPEN) (repost)

[millennium-doctor]

A storm lashed outside of the zeppelin, dark sheets of rain pummeling the sides, driven by powerful wind that forced them to land. Trees surrounding the ship shook, branching clattering on its metal shell, followed by raucous thunder that made the ground seem to tremble. It was truly a horrid night.

Most of the men had gone to sleep hours ago, and only one still moved about in the dimly lit vessel. Dok was hard at work in his lab. He wore a thick robe, pulled tight around him, pure white as all his clothes were though surprisingly not stained by blood, and held a mug of cocoa in one hand as he pored over a huge book. It was ancient and dusty and written in german, the entire thing scripted by hand.

The man’s blue eyes drooped as he read, and he gradually fell into daydream, remembering his life before the Major. Unbeknownst to him, a lone tear slipped down his cheek, unbidden. These were memories he did not want, but tired as he was, could not chase away. And all alone in his lab, the man began to cry quietly.

[lost-in-stardust-blog]

“Why spend the night crying in this dingy place? Its a beautiful night outside.” The goddess voice reverberated out into the cold dark quarters of the blonde male. But as she always did before feeling the trust to reveal herself her veil of illusion rested firm between what the mortals could see and her own line of vision; like a one sided mirror.

It personally upset the goddess when she saw the piety mortals down when they could be enjoying her works of art only steps away outside, while she loved to play with the creatures that walked the earth she loved the admiration more.

The disembodiment voice that spoke out to the doctor had no trace but a cold spot of her presence on the long desk of where she floated above in a sitting position, one clean white leg wrapped in gold crossed over the other she awaited a nudge, a voice, anything she could label as a clear response for the sad man. 

[millennium-doctor]

Dok looked up suddenly, rubbing a deformed hand under his eyes to remove all trace of emotion that might have been there. “Vho ist here?” He was a perfect mask again, returning his glasses to his face and sipping at the hot drink. “I must be imagining zhings..”

Icy eyes returned to the dusty book as the aryan tugged his robe closer to him, the fluffy, almost indulgent fabric cloudlike on his otherwise naked flesh, warm and comforting despite the storm that still raged outside.