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@scienceandalcohol
Victor Frankenstein / Whale | Once Upon a Time ❝ I wanted my name to stand for life, but everybody just thinks it’s the name of a monster. ❞
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phantasmtastic:
“I don’t know why you insisted on me being in this wretched place for the holidays.” A soft huff escaped the perfectly painted lips. Victor was sweet; just wanted her family to be whole. But things were more complicated then that – she wasn’t even a real person. Genevieve Valentina Mills wasn’t a Mills, not really. Just mystical piece clay – whom was molded into being by The Evil Queen. Fingers wrapped around the amulet around her neck; that once gave her life. Now nothing more than a reminder of what she was; a golem – imperfect; a body without a soul.
A dazzling smile danced across; to hide what Evie truly felt. “So – “ Diligent fingers wrapped around Victors tie. “Can I interest you in a house tour?” Even after all these years, she knew the house like the back of her hand. “I feel like there is some trouble we can get up to while the whole clan is busy in the kitchen.”
Expression softened as she spoke. “I simply do not want you to later regret missing out on such precious memories. Family and friends, they can disappear in an instant.” A fact Victor knew all too well. “Cherish them while you can, my love.” His hand cupped her cheek, fingers ghosting against her skin. And yes, the scientist knew the irony of the situation — attending the holidays with Regina, the woman who had taken away his brother in an instant, for her petty revenge. But, he would endure this hell... for the lovely lady in front of him.
Ears perked up. “A house tour? There wouldn’t happen to be hidden passageways throughout this place, would there?” Victor was always intrigued by such things. One day, when he finally decided where he wanted to settle down, he would have his house built containing out of the ordinary works of architecture such as hidden rooms and levers opening up fake walls and curious things like that. “But yes, let’s try to find some trouble of our own, if you’re certain we won’t be missed in the kitchen.” Although he could cook decently, this particular kitchen, with the current guests, had the potential to turn into a war zone, so best to avoid it.
gxdscnd:
It wasn’t unfamiliar laying on a slab dead. Claire had been through this at least once in her life. But that didn’t make it any easier. How the blonde had ended up here, she barely knew. After the man pulled the dagger from her head, it took a moment for the blonde to wake up. Eyes changing from the glazed look to her eyes bright green hues.
A cough escaped Claire’s lips as air filled her lung again. Her eyes wandered down, finding her body still in one piece. At least that was something to be grateful for. But then Claire’s gaze wandered over to the man standing over her body.
The place, and the man, looked unfamiliar and everything seemed out of place. It was definitely somewhere the ex-cheerleader hadn’t been before. After a moment, she sat up, leaning on her elbows. “Where–” another cough before sitting out blood from her mouth. “–where am I?”
Victor remained frozen as this woman seemingly reanimated right before his very eyes. Several blinks were given before he shook his head, as if trying to wake himself up from a dream. And she was not a ghoul, ghost, or zombie, as he had feared either, causing shoulders to fall as it appeared there would be no having to defend himself today.
Carefully, he leaned in to examine her newly bright eyes with his ophthalmoscope as he answered her question. “You are in my laboratory... in the Land Without Color. I’m Victor. And, I do not even know where to begin with my questions to you, my lady. I suppose I should offer you a refreshment, to start with? What would you like to drink?”
As she decided on that, Victor cautiously continued checking her vitals with various instruments, careful not to make any sudden movements to startle her. “I must say, you seem... awfully well adjusted for someone who had just been... living impaired a moment ago. It’s quite remarkable.” It was as if, no trauma had been caused from her death? All vitals were perfect. “Were you... cursed?”
iZombie 3x06 || Once Upon a Time 6x03
Science babes doing their science thing
phantasmtastic:
"Behave? Hm, perhaps I spent too much time in Neverland. I seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word.“
❝ In that case, I will neither remind you nor complain. Carry on, my dear, and misbehave with me to your little heart’s content... ❞
❝ ... ❞
❝ Oh, behave. ❞
Gloved hands tested the give of the blade, crimson liquid oozing from the wound as Victor’s apprehension as well as curiosity mounted. What could possibly be learned by removing the dagger from the woman’s skull that wasn’t already apparent? The fiends had ruined a perfectly good maiden, was the initial conclusion.
RECORD SCRATCH, freeze frame...
Yes, that was Victor Frankenstein. One would probably wonder how he ended up in such a situation. Long story short, someone had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Currently on a quest to fully cure his brother, hopefully returning him to his old self, the scientist would stop at nothing to reach that goal. And apparently, that included striking deals with the shady and corrupt. They had heard of his plight as theirs was in the same vein. It was very simple — they would provide the missing piece to his puzzle so he could fix his brother, and in return, he would do the same for one of their loved ones who had recently passed.
Victor should have known the deal sounded too good to be true. How was this woman the missing piece? She was dead! And the only instruction they gave before leaving was, after the dagger was removed, all would be clear. So there he was, gripping the hilt, mentally preparing himself for whatever was about to occur when he pulled the blade from her. She was tied up, but even so, this entire situation unnerved him. With a deep breath, he slowly withdrew the dagger from her head... and waited silently, eyes wide in anticipation.
@gxdscnd wanted angst & i’ma try my best // claire // plotted...
am i allowed this? how do i accept? how do i take your hand in my unlovable hand and know that i am not a thief, a villain, a monster?
DR. Whale/ Dr. Frankenstein Appreciation Post
phantasmtastic:
Blue mascara dawned on the perfectly curled eyelashes that fluttered in his direction. What humanity often lacked was patience. Evie wasn’t mortal; she had all the time in the world. Due to the nature of her life, she couldn’t even be sure of her age. She guessed around thirty-something. Between a 28-year-old curse and a few years in Neverland, it was anyone’s guess. Did it even matter when you weren’t human anyway? Questions people like him could never understand.
When Evie’s tequila arrived, delicate digits wrapped around it. With a nod of thank you, the bartender was off, and her eyes were back on him. “Oh, that’s a shame.” Faux pout played upon her lips. “I always wanted to meet such a radical scientist as yourself. What is the point of science, after all,…if we don’t push the boundaries? Sometimes achievements take being a little naughty.” Many in this town suffered a dangerous folly. They liked having their ego stroked—and she was not beneath indulging them for her own benefit.
“I’m Genevieve; most call me Evie. I run the Last Star On The Left Orphanage.” With a dazzling smile, she lifted her glass towards him.. “Let’s just say I’m a science enthusiast, and I love your work, Doctor. I’m more of a chemist myself, but I dabble in other areas.” Perhaps if she played her cards right, she could use him to further her own research. To become more than a magical golem, but a person in her own right. If not, she’d at least have her fun.
As she spoke, it eventually dawned on Victor they were thinking of two different aspects of the word naughty. “Ah,” he said with a nod of realization. “I had assumed you meant a bad boy in...” the bedroom, “...places other than the laboratory. My apologies.” But he wasn’t prepared to admit anything incriminating yet, seeing as an incredibly beautiful woman was giving him — one of the most disliked guys in town (at least by the men) — such compliments. Compliments he was quite enjoying, if he was honest. It reeked of a setup... but what if it wasn’t?
“But I agree — fortune favors the naughty. To make an omelet, one has to break a few eggs and such.” As their glasses clinked, he gave her a charming smile, deciding he would see where this rabbit hole led to on the off chance that this wasn’t simply a ruse. Yes, her doting on him had helped with this decision. “Thank you, and it’s an honor to meet another intellectual in this town, Evie.” Would not be wise to get him started ranting about the town, though, as there was a good reason he was one step away from becoming an alcoholic.
After a long, drawn-out sip that allowed him a moment to contemplate his next move, Victor set his empty glass down. “You know about me, and shower me with delightful compliments, but please allow me to do the same for you.” Leaning forward, voice lowered to a whisper, “May I see your lab? Possibly even some of your work? You have piqued my interest. It isn’t everyday I find someone like myself around here, you know.” It was tough, trying not to get his hopes up that she was the real deal. Maybe he would soon find out.
High-heeled ankle boots clicked against the wooden floor. The crisp sound seemed to cut sharply into the low croon of a jukebox. Everyone had their vices, even the fantastical inhabitants of Storybrooke. Genevieve was no different, though she rarely went out in public since her return from Neverland. Most of her time was spent sewing and looking after her boys. They were the only reason she stayed, as she wasn’t sure if they were suited for the world beyond Storybrooke.
Hazelnut orbs scanned the bar for a victim. A crooked smile pulled on her well-formed lips as she spotted one of Mommy Dearest’s toys. Not that Regina was her mother in the natural sense. However, she was her creator. Casually Genevieve slipped next to him at the bar and smiled. Eyes then wandered to the bartender, and she ordered tequila neat.
A manicured finger played with a raven curl; as Genevieve turned back to him. She knew exactly who he was, Victor Frankenstein. It made sense that he would have partnered with Regina. Both played with life and death when they had no right to. Despite this internalized disgust, outwardly, she was positively saccharine. “I’ve heard so much about you, Doctor.” Her honeyed tone showed no ill will. “Have you always been such a bad boy? You certainly seem to get yourself into all sorts of trouble.” - @scienceandalcohol - plotted starter
If he hadn’t already been a few drinks in, Victor might have noticed the footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until she took the seat beside him, stirring him from his thoughts as it dawned on him that he had company. Head tilted in her direction, expecting a familiar face, probably one that wanted to cause trouble for him considering his track record in the town. Brows raised when he realized this was a fresh face. A smiling face. Pleasant even. How unexpected.
And so Victor returned the smile, just as friendly and welcoming as he listened to her. At the words bad boy, brows furrowed and an innocent facade was given. “Trouble? Me...?” He softly shook his head, a quiet scoff leaving his mouth. “You speak of my cursed self. I am a bad boy no longer.” Ironically, if he was still Whale, this woman would have probably been the sort of trouble he’d have gotten into. ”I’m not sure what you’ve heard about me, but you have my curiosity and attention... Why have you found me? Do you have a request to ask of me? Perhaps a job, even?” Hopefully, one that would allow him to further his research, if he was lucky.
OUAT Character Posters: The Doctor.
[more: The Evil Queen, The Mad Hatter, Red Riding Hood, The Captain, Snow White]
“the fallen angel becomes the malignant devil. yet even the enemy of god and man had friends and associates in his desolation; i am alone.”
— mary shelley, frankenstein
Dr. Whale/Victor Frankenstein tv tropes [part 1]
leadandlipstick:
This was one thing she disliked about being manager. The interview process. No matter how many times she’d done them over the years, she could never get used to it, even if Winston and HR had done most of the legwork- however, she was the final say in whether or not this new doctor would have a place in her hotel. From an outsider’s perspective, London was the center of the modern world, one of the world’s leading metropolises, England’s economic, transportation, and cultural center. Beneath the façade of glimmering lights and sophistication seethed a ruthless Underworld riddled with crime, corruption, and sin.
The Continental London served, in a sense, this Underworld. Like all other Continentals that dotted the planet, it was a sanctuary for those of a questionable ilk who just needed a break from the murder, guns, and drugs. For the right price, of course. Thanks to Winston, she’s been appointed the manager of the London branch, oh, just over ten years ago. He’d recognized her potential, bless him, and she ran the hotel like a well oiled machine.
Of course, she didn’t do it alone. She had her team. But it had taken a few years to get to the point where she could trust them with her life, let alone the well-being of her “baby”, her hotel. That’s why it was so difficult to bring in someone new, an unknown- they could either oil the machine or throw a cog into the works, regardless of Winston’s recommendation.
Still, Catalina Knight sat on one of the green velvet couches in the Lobby Bar, one of two lounges her hotel offered, beneath carved interiors worthy of the Palace of Versailles; a marble fireplace stood across from a blackened steel bar, which rests besides four imposing antique mirrors that stretched from marble floor to sculpted ceiling. Her legs were crossed at the knee, exposing dark stockings beneath a crisp A-line skirt. Her blouse was feminine, the top three buttons undone, revealing a thin gold chain with a golden rose pendent. Her makeup was minimal- she didn’t need it to make a statement -and her curtain of scarlet hair fell just past her shoulders.
Long lashed blue eyes were trained on two things. First, the file in its discreet black folder on her lap, open to the profile of their newest potential doctor. Second, was the front doors of the lobby, waiting for the man to appear. A quick glance to the antique clock over the mantle of the fireplace showed he had five more minutes. However… given the man’s name, she supposed she could wait six minutes.
Perhaps.
@scienceandalcohol
After having been thrown against the wall one too many damn times, Victor found himself halfway across the world with a chance at a brand new career path. Not only could he continue with the familiar title of doctor, but seeing as this place wasn’t as strict as a normal hospital, there would be opportunities for experimental procedures as well. Science could be his lab partner again, at his side, helping to solve problems others weren’t bold enough to even attempt. Yes, this would be perfect for him. There was just one last hurdle -- the interview.
Now that he thought back, this was his first job interview ever as the Storybrooke gig was given to him as part of the curse. Before that, he worked in his lab. Looking at his watch, he was a few minutes early -- just enough time to finish his latte as blue hues glanced upwards to admire the sheer size of the building along with the interesting architecture. Now, if he could just channel some of his cursed self’s confidence, he would be set. Otherwise, the caffeine and sugar would have to do for now. So with a sigh, the empty cup was dropped into a nearby bin before he made his way inside to the lobby.
As eyes took in the scenery, they widened as the interior was much more fancy than he had ever anticipated. This did not help his anxiety one bit. Pushing that aside for the moment, or at least trying to, Victor focused on searching for who would be giving him his interview. Red hair, couldn’t miss her, he’d been told. Eventually he spotted a familiar friend -- the bar and all the beautiful sparkling bottles. But there was absolutely no time for that, especially now. That was when he finally found who would hopefully soon be his boss. Oh no, she’s hot. This fact definitely didn’t help with his anxiety. The show must go on though as he made his way over to her to hold out his hand in greeting. “Miss Knight? I’m Victor Frankenstein. I hope to soon be yours... I mean, your doctor--your hotel’s doctor.” A pause as he cleared his throat while giving an apologetic smile accompanied with a soft nervous laugh. “I’m terribly sorry, I must have had a bit too much caffeine on my way over.”
