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[hlmwood]

Well, my dear, number One came just before lunch. I told you of him, Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead. He was very cool outwardly, but nervous all the same. [...] Well, my dear, number two came after lunch. He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has had such adventures. [...] Oh, about number three - I needn’t tell you of number three, need I?

@cmninocte @thrylcs <33

[aleximedicusa]

@cmninocte​ asked : ☀ wolfe n jack bullshit :^)

           “ how many times do i have to tell you, jack? ” seward had potential — that, by far, was the most frustrating thing. macfarlane had seen how his eyes lit up at the prospect of fresh, new experiments and investigations, even — or perhaps especially — when they pushed the boundaries of moral convention; inevitably, however, he always pulled back into the comfort of established social boundaries, and macfarlane was left frustrated and disappointed. with just the right push, seward had the potential of being a damn good scientist. “ at night, all cats are grey. you take my meaning, do you not? ”

[aleximedicusa]

@cmninocte​ asked: ❝ it’s the last dance. ❞ - From Hyp

lewis had never been fond of balls and parties. even the small-town gatherings hosted in pwllheli, to which his parents had often dragged him, had never held the same joy for him that they held for his peers. he detested having to socialise with people he either did not know or did not like, and while the balls had seemed a delight for the other young men and women of the village, they had always been more of a chore for him. 

now, that old displeasure, which had once existed only in a vague and nebulous sense, had solidified into one dense sphere of melancholy that sat heavy in his gut. everything about these places was a cruel and sharp reminder of things he would never have. married men complaining about the nagging of their wives, unmarried men begging for a dance from every pretty girl who batted her eyelashes his way, old mothers pawing desperately at the wealthy comte lumineux in an attempt to secure his favour for their daughters — every small detail of this ball kept repeating to lewis, over and over, that he would have to endure an endless parade of parties like these without ever being able to even hint that the comte was more than his friend. 

hippolyte understood, of course. he alone amongst the party-goers knew the truth and could sympathise, at least on some level. he was older; he had better practice at hiding in plain sight. behind the simple observation, lewis knew that there was an unspoken nudge: it’s the last dance. you have not danced all night; you ought to now, or people will talk. little though lewis relished the thought, he had to acknowledge that hippolyte was likely right. sighing, he rose from his chair and set aside his half-empty wine glass. “ so it is. ” his voice came out slightly flat, even to his own ears. “ miss hastings will do. ” 

[aleximedicusa]

𝙼𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

@cmninocte​ asked : [drunk abe voice] ❛ He is literally the handsomest man in the world. ❜

“ oooookay, there, professor. ” setting aside his whisky and doing his very best not to let his amusement show, he clambered up to his feet and pushed van helsing’s shoulder lightly. they’d been chatting by the fireside for the better part of three hours, by now, and ‘just one’ nightcap had turned into three for quincey and four for the dutchman. “ i reckon you’ve had enough, huh? you’ll kick my ass if i let you give yourself more of a hangover than you’re already fixing to have. you can tell me all about this nice, handsome guy from the history department tomorrow. ”

[aleximedicusa]

[hippolyte voice] “I’ve read about you.“

the french doctor. it had caused a bit of a stir, to put it lightly, when news of dr. barthélemy’s arrival spread down from edinburgh. if the rumours were true, he had been spending a fair amount of time with dr. knox and his pupils — to what end, speculation ran rampant. some of the more optimistic members of london’s medical community insisted that he may only have come out of curiosity, while the more cynical sorts stuck fast to the idea that he had come with the express intention of poaching british students for the french schools. the latter opinion only gained more weight, in the eyes of many, when the frenchman turned his attention south to london. 

dr. anwyl, for his part, had elected to reserve judgment. being not a teacher of anatomy himself, he had no real stake in the potential poaching of students, if that was the purpose of barthélemy’s visit; it was, perhaps, in somewhat bad taste, but it was difficult to fault an opportunist. if anything, this only added a fresh dimension to his case for reform — if the english system was so abysmal that the french were ready to pick students away like the last strips of flesh on carrion, then it was difficult to argue that radical change was not necessary.

when the rumour came, therefore, that dr. barthélemy intended to sit in on one of the lectures given by dr. grainger, dr. anwyl betook himself there as well. relying upon the descriptions given of him, the frenchman was not difficult to pick out of the crowd, and when the students had begun to disperse at the lecture’s end, anwyl made haste to catch barthélemy before his departure and make an introduction. the frenchman’s reply, when it came, took him somewhat by surprise, and he had to suppress the urge to let a self-satisfied smile spread across his face. 

“ have you indeed, sir? ”

[vicemirrored-a]

5 & 10(tho i feel like i know the answer and im Worried abt that)

𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂.  /  𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

what is an aspect of your muse’s canon material or canon existence that you never had the opportunity to explore but really want to?

i’d like to explore his earlier life a bit more. it’s tricky, because i don’t want to end up only playing his younger years — people in the rpc tend to just ignore older muses and care a hell of a lot more about ones in their twenties, so i’m a little afraid that if i start doing threads with younger jekyll, that’s all anyone is going to want to write. but we don’t get to see much of jekyll’s past in canon, and it’s definitely something i’d like to explore with the right people. 

for book muses, what is your muse’s favourite scene? why? can you provide a short excerpt?

it’s not really a scene, but i really love the whole final chapter where we get to see everything from jekyll’s perspective. it’s such a good switch — up until that point, we’ve only been able to see the way other people perceive jekyll, and finally getting to see into his disturbing mind is so fascinating and well-executed. you spend most of the book feeling pretty bad for him, as you see his descent and eventual death, but when you get a look inside his head and realise how he’s been justifying this and actively pursuing the use of this drug no matter what the consequences to himself and others, it’s really horrifying. it makes you question everything about the way he presented himself. 

[stlucy-a]

*    ⊰    @cmninocte​​  /  abe    ⊱    𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔩  . ↳    🌸  put  a  flower  in  my  muse’s  hair .

THE  WARM  SUN  IS  AT  HOME  IN  HER  GARDEN  ,   a  meticulous  oasis  next  to  the  churning  ,   steely  sea  .   lucy  is  lost  in  her  own  thoughts  ,   looking  at  the  water  and  the  light  that  it  reflects  .   at  her  side  ,   she  suspects  abraham  to  be  similarly  adrift  .   he  has  a  brilliant  mind  ,   that  man  ,   when  he  chooses  to  share  its  contents  .

but  she  does  not  notice  him  turn  to  the  cheerful  bunch  of  daisies  sprouting  from  the  earth  by  lucy’s  favourite  bench  .   not  until  she  feels  a  hand  near  her  ear  and  the  stem  of  a  flower  poking  her  very  gently  .   lucy  turns  but  is  careful  not  to  move  or  indicate  that  the  touch  is  unwanted  .   she  smiles  at  her  guest  ,  glancing  to  her  right  and  seeing  petals  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  .    ❝    how  very  lovely  ,    ❞    she  smiles  .    ❝    thank  you  .    ❞

[aleximedicusa]

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wow cant believe im abe

viktor when i’m there in january can we please please watch twilight ic as abe and quincey i need it so badly