#drwxst

[vicemirrored-a]

LOOK UPON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR.

( VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, of mary wollstonecraft shelley’s frankenstein, or the modern prometheus, penned by wes. / DR. HENRY JEKYLL, of robert louis stevenson’s strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, penned by kyra. / HERBERT WEST, of h.p. lovecraft’s herbert west --- reanimator, penned by kate. )

[fangfucked-a-blog]

@drwxst lms 

      ❝ i’m not saying this to be mean but, dude, you look like the epitome of the science nerd cliche. like i’d bet you won a shit ton of science fairs as a kid. ❞

[elclestarchive-blog]

@drwxst ♥︎’d

                      ❝  Well , it’s good to know that i’m not the only one who                           enjoys lurking about graveyards in the middle of the night .                           I quite enjoy the dead silence , What’s your reason ??   ❞

[vicemirrored-a]

( @drwxst​ ) 

“ west, if you aren’t terribly busy this weekend, i’d like you to come to a small dinner party i’m hosting. there are a few scientists that i’d like to introduce you to. ”

[sylphboneda]

6 and 11 !!!

why i sound like squidward ?????

[viideorentals-blog]

@drwxst

“JESUS!!” The man appeared almost outta nowhere! After Kat made a startled jump,  she cleared her throat. She stepped into the light of the street lamp and curled a ginger  lock behind her ear. “You’re... You’re not gonna try kidnapping me, are you?”

[crispyblonde-a]

@drwxst​

The only thing Jess could really do was continue bouncing around from town to town, using her alias to make money and spending most of the rest of her time in a library researching the unnatural. Sleeping wasn’t something that came easily... sometimes she would even find a way to stow away in a library so that she wouldn’t have to go back to her motel to her nightmares. It all showed under her eyes. She couldn’t remember a time when there weren’t dark circles underlining them anymore. A few times she had desperately tried university libraries that were typically open to students all night, but most of them only had scholarly books. A new town always meant feeling around to see where the best library to hole up in would be.

          “ — Sorry to bother you, but do you know of any libraries              somewhere near or around the town that have a lot of              books on monsters... and not Dracula, or things like that.               Ones written about myths and legends. I’m so fascinated               by those things and it’s hard to find good books sometimes.”

She didn’t care if she looked crazy. Sometimes she would even agree that that assumption wasn’t far off base.

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Those who looked at him wouldn’t think so, but Rick wasn’t a violent guy. He’d only fight in self-defense, and even though he killed a lot of other-worldly creatures, he would never hurt another human being.

But his target in this moonlit night wasn’t a human being. Not as far as Rick was concerned.

Henry West, MD. He, too, was someone where you couldn’t trust your first impression of him. You’d look at him and think he’s just an old man. Maybe a bit eccentric, maybe not the nicest guy, but there’s a lot of eccentric, cranky old men, right?

Not as old as Henry West. Mad science and dark magic had kept him alive for way over 200 years. That alone would turn him into a monster, but the stuff he did to Rick and his girlfriend Jennifer made it clear.

Henry wasn’t human.

Determined, Rick walked towards the outskirts of Arkham. He had heard rumors that a “Dr. West” was residing in a house on the cemetery. Fitting location, thought Rick.

He approached the house. And knocked. In his own way.

As the door burst into several fragments, the hulking masked figure stepped into the house, filled with rage. Rage you could hear in his voice.

“WEST!”

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