ᴬᶰᵗᶤ/ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵃᶰᵗ

ᴬᶰᵗᶤ/ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵃᶰᵗ highly selective; private henrik schneeplestein as portrayed on youtube. canon, headcanon, and theory based. please do not attempt interaction if you have not read my pages. blocking feature utilized liberally. THREAD TRACKER often triggering and occasionally nsfw; mun and muse are of age. penned by ghostie

[charmymemes]

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?  ’

[sunflowerferret]

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

[zhegoodoctor]

like   for   something   potentially   while   i   try    &&    work   on   things   here  .

[zhegoodoctor]

out  of  all  my  muses  henrik  has  the  most  rights  .

[zhegoodoctor]

▐ ☤ *･  ━「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  .  ❜❜          

[lokikingz]

[archaic-kings]

“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 :)

[zhegoodoctor]

☤ *･  ━「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 .    ❜❜                      

[zhegoodoctor]

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  .

[zhegoodoctor]

▐ ☤ *･  ━「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  .

[incorrect-ego-quotes]

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.

[zhegoodoctor]

▐ ☤ *･  ━「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  .     ❜❜                        

[raidstombs]

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!

[sabesquepasastella]

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?”

[lilakennedy]

“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,

[zhegoodoctor]

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  .

[zhegoodoctor]

▐ ☤ *･  ━「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  .    ❜