#sciencebuilt

It wasn’t NEUROTIC it was just that she really --- really --- loved animals. And when one of them was hurt it kind of just felt like something inside of her broke. So it was more concern that made her scoop up the small bird and rush it to the hospital. “Dr. Whale!” She nearly sighed in relief, at the sight of him, setting the bird down on the counter of the nurse’s station, ignoring the look that the old woman sitting there was giving her. “I found him on my porch and he’s --- I think his wing is broken. He’s breathing but it seems...labored. Do you think you can...do something?”

frankenstein gets close to making a friend and the being comes crashing through the window banging pots and pans like NOT TODAY BITCH

“Hey doc!” Jefferson pocked his head into Victor’s lab without a warning as he tended to do, a sheepish smile grin on his face. “Would you mind giving me a hand with a little thing?” The ‘little thing’ being quite the large cut on his back that he couldn’t reach, cutting through his beloved coat.

           ❛ You promised me ❜ She rounded on him, lips curled up into a snarl and anger flashing across her face in a display of power she only felt once or twice in her entire magic career. Dr Frankenstein had been her last hope, and now that Daniel was forever dead, no chance of revival, she had channelled that anger in the only plausible direction: The good doctor. And now, cornered like a rat, Regina wanted answers.  

          The she-wolf canted her head, brows furrowed as she regarded the stranger with mounting interest. ❝ Your eyes? ❞ Emerald gaze quickly scanned their surroundings -- only forest and trees for as far as the eye could see, nothing that should cause any degree of discomfort. ❝ I’m sorry, but ... what exactly is bothering your eyes? More importantly, you shouldn’t be wandering the woods alone. Are you lost? ❞

I’ve always wanted to play her. She was the lowkey inspiration for my second OC, who was a bit of a Mary Sue but shut up I was like 13. Anyways, I was always too intimidated to play canon muses until I started Arya so in a classic fandom like Harry Potter, I’d love to go back and play Ginny.

          “... Please tell me that’s not an ACTUAL human skeleton, Whale.”

                 ◈ . : They’re sitting in a booth at some little restaurant hidden somewhere in the middle of Maine. It’s strange for him to spend so long with someone who isn’t a spook without Mr World giving him a reason. But no matter how unsettling it is, boss is boss. So he shoves down his discomfort and goes, the man’s fascination with death is something Stone himself finds extremely interesting. So he can’t really complain, not that he would anyways. “A coffee, three sugar, two cream…” He holds up three fingers, quickly dropping one as he speaks. “If you would be so kind.” A smile at the waitress and he drops his hands back to the table for a moment before he is opening a candy bar. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Stone adjusts his glasses, eyes dancing across the scientist’s face. “You’re the one talking about a dead man’s toes.”