#🐺 * 𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 :��� this mind isn't mine; who am i to judge?

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@theteufortcrew​ reblogged for a starter from Harriet

     Oh, her head rung with a thousand bells. Harriet sat in her office with a pounding headache. Whatever Elizabeth had done last night left her with a serious migraine, unable to keep her thoughts straight. The only thing she could really do was organizing. No work could be done with how much her head pounded. Putting her paperwork to the side, she walked out of her office with a hand rubbing at her temples.

     As she took a moment to step outside, grabbing a bottle of water from her mini fridge that sat nearby, she heard footsteps. Was there someone here? She was the only one in the building the last time she checked...

     “...hello?” She called out, adjusting her glasses. “Is... Is anyone there?”

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mistermxrgan​:

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Everything in the past day or two had been nothing but a blur. He couldn’t even recall how he got the aid, aside from Harriett telling him that she had been by his side at a hospital bed whilst they ran tests. He had been screaming out in confusion and terror, resisting every step the medics took. He didn’t understand the technology, to him he thought they were trying to kill him. Something had been injected into him to bring immediate calm, a sedation apparently.

                                                            Tuberculosis.

That’s what the doctors had told him was his sickness. From the information he knew about the disease, it was nothing but bad news. One man he knew had suffered this, Thomas Downes. That do-gooder bastard he beat up for that loan. Damn Strauss, he hated loan-sharking. And now he was paying the price for his foolishness to aid them in their task.

The lost outlaw stood beside a nearby window, gazing through to view to the outdoors with envy. The doctors had also instructed him to remain inside, it was contagious, alongside needing to take the medication he had been prescribed. To be cemented to one spot frustrated him, he was a free spirit. Right now he felt like he was imprisoned within the walls of this home. Arthur would never verbally just how much he hated that idea to anybody. It was usually something he wrote into a journal. Thankfully, his newly gained friend had offered him one from one of her person to allow him to jot down his thoughts. Not to mention it would give him some form of familiarity in this alien world.

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror adjacent to him. He looked like hell. His skin was so pale, the dark circles around his eyes, the bloodshot sclera. No wonder some had said that he almost looked like a corpse. What an ugly bastard he was.

He exhaled hard from his predicament, his shoulders relaxed, but only briefly. From that action alone, it was enough to reignite that burning in his chest, he once again began coughing violently. Arthur fished out for his recently obtained handkerchief to cough into, he coppery taste of blood coated his tongue. He spat away that unpleasant taste. This was his life now. From the highs of robbing the rich, to the low of being sat in a house coughing his lungs away due to a consumption disease.

     What a change it had been within these past few days. Harriet had only found this strange man alone on the street, unsure of his whereabouts only to find himself in a place he wasn’t familiar with. He was nowhere from here, nor was he from this time. She wondered how that seemed to be the case... what brought him here? In the light of his circumstances, that had to be a question to ask for a later day.

     Since his diagnosis of Tuberculosis, Harriet was told to give him a specific set of prescribed medications to bring him into better health. A few of which were to be given to him for the first two months of his recovery. She had experienced no such illness, but given his physical state, he had to have been near death. If she didn’t find him in time, who knows what could have happened to him.

     The morning went by as usual, with her awaking in the morning and having the servants and maids prepare breakfast and other morning duties to keep the manor the best it could be. However, because of Arthur’s arrival, Harriet took personal charge upon preparing his medications and breakfast for the time he was here. With how he had kept himself in his room, he had to have been miserable. It was for the first week to get him into good recovery to walk around the house.

     Approaching his bedroom door, Harriet gave a few slight knocks to indicate she was there. The knob turned and she let herself inside. In her hands was a large tray with a freshly baked breakfast she had put together. On the side of the tray was the medications he was prescribed to take for the next few months. As for her attire, the only striking change was a face mask and gloves with a red apron donned upon her. The formal look she had with the top hat and bun was not there for the day, she had her hair completely down and was wearing a very casual wear with a button-up white top and black pants.

     “Good morning, Arthur,” she greeted warmly to him. “How... are you feeling?” She shut the door behind her with her foot, approaching the bed and setting the tray down on the nightstand next to him. There was a cup of freshly brewed coffee, which she held and had handed to him.

     “I’m... terribly sorry for the trip to the hospital being so rocky for you,” she apologized. “It was so sudden and I was afraid your ailments were going to damage you even further.”

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@redgentleengie​ continued from here

��    An roller skating date? With ice cream afterwards? Oh, she could not resist that! She always had a thing for skating as a kid, even until now. The idea of skating after so many years seemed exciting, though she expected herself to be a complete bum in picking it back up again.

     Setting her clipboard down, she chuckled and nodded. “I would love to! That sounds like a perfect date to me.” Walking over to the coat hanger, she pulled off her cream button-up coat. “Is that a date for today? I wouldn’t mind going somewhere nice. My work is all finished. What do you say, Jonathan?”

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@mistermxrgan​ continued from here with Harriet

     “Tahiti? No, you... you are in the middle of London, sir. Were... Were you shipwrecked?” Tahiti? That was far ways away from England, but how did he get here? From his appearance, he looked as if he had just awoke from a deep slumber. He looked tired, like he had no shower or clean bath in days. Harriet began to worry the more she thought about it.

     Slowly approaching him, she presented a very gentle and calm approach. Her voice was genuine and meaningful, wanting to help him. There were people walking out in the street and sidewalks, but they seemed to pay not much attention to either of them. That was good, at least she could focus on him and hope to get his mind straight.

     “Here, come with me, did something happen?” She asked him softly, holding her hand out. “You look tired, sir. Do you need a place to stay?”

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@mistermxrgan​ continued from here

     With a day like this, he had himself buried in a book from one of the libraries in the manor. It was rather quiet, and he seemed interested in that specific book. She offered it to him, hoping it would be of some comfort of his past. It was about cowboys and the old west. There was at least a few hours since she had offered that to him, returning with a snack for him before offering a hug. He seemed a little more quieter than usual... which had her slightly worried.

     What she hadn’t expected was to see him freeze up in reply. He was dead quiet. There would have been something to say about his past, something about back home. Or that he would have been reluctant to accept it. She was unsure what to say at first before catching notice of his gaze. He... looked away. There were soft sobs muttered from his lips, yet so quiet and full of pain. A soft frown crossed her face, guilt hitting her for a moment.

     Harriet was speechless for a moment, but slowly approached him, setting the tray down near on a small table and crouched down next to him. Wordlessly, she wrapped her arms around him with a soft hold, not wanting to be too tight with her offer in comfort to him. It had been some time since he was here, yet there was no known way of going back home. She wished she knew...

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gothic-muses‌:

@monmuses requested a starter!

*Ratatatatap!* It was 5:00pm when Henrietta heard a knock upon her door. “Hmm? Who could that be?” She mumbled to herself. When she opened the door, she saw her adoptive mother standing patiently in the hallway.

Her face lit up with joy and curiosity. “Oh! Good evening, Miss Harriet. What brings you here at this hour?”

Harriet was standing in front of Henrietta’s door, holding a small grocery bag full of something. She had a tired smile on her face, tucking some hair behind her ears as she had just returned from work and also went to the grocery store to purchase something for herself and Henri.

“Oh, this is just something I had bought for you while I was out,” she said. “Work was... as stressful as I expected it to be and went to buy something to drink. This came up and I thought of buying it for you!” She handed the bag to Henri, waiting for her to open it.

In the bag was sweets. It had a small container of sweet-flavored gum along with regular sized sweet candy inside.

@monmuses requested a starter!

*Ratatatatap!* It was 5:00pm when Henrietta heard a knock upon her door. "Hmm? Who could that be?" She mumbled to herself. When she opened the door, she saw her adoptive mother standing patiently in the hallway.

Her face lit up with joy and curiosity. "Oh! Good evening, Miss Harriet. What brings you here at this hour?"

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// *saw this meme template and had to fill it in

row 1: roxy, thereamie, janelle row 2: carmen, braelynn, keres row 3: friday, pelkha, harriet row 4: naomi, riley, leena row 5: lucy, yui, fran

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// *doodle dump, proud of these two °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

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H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

P   :   PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

for both harriet and elizabeth! - @theteufortcrew

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !  

@theteufortcrew

> Harriet wants to be quick, but doesn’t want to fall in the same trap as her mother did and marry off too quick. She is intending to be slow to give her heart to someone who means a lot to her. There might be moments where she goes a little too fast, but she’ll catch herself in that moment.

> As for what she looks for, she does look for a man that is very well-groomed overall. For a personality, she looks for someone who’s just funny and charming. As long as they have good manners, she’s not entirely too picky, but she does look for flaws. She doesn’t want a repeat of her last date.

> Mostly romantic, but she often loathes about herself on her worst days and thinks like a cynic. She believes she doesn’t deserve a happy life with what she has endured and the choices she had made, but has made enough friends and connections for that to be seemed as otherwise.

> Elizabeth, on the other hand, is very slow with giving her heart out. On some days, it seems like the opposite as she is a very flirty person. Much like her other brain, she intends to give her heart out to someone who means a lot. However, she and Harriet are capable of liking the same person OR different interests. This can clash with each other, as Elizabeth can become very jealous rather quickly when Harriet has something that she doesn’t.

> She keeps her standards pretty high and looks for a man who is willing to do anything for her. Elizabeth is all for romance and loves a man who will take her on dates and is willing to commit like how she does. On her end, she takes dates seriously and she wants someone to commit to.

> Romantic all the way. She has a very big ego about her self-image unlike Harriet and will talk about herself if given the chance. If given the question, “What do you like about yourself?”, she will either go philosophical or just straight-to-the-point.

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@mistermxrgan​ liked for a starter from Harriet

     As the start to a new day, Harriet had offered the idea of bringing him to an outdoor park for the day. It was a new idea to bring him outside and experience new things as they still had a lot to catch up on. He was much well rested and was offering him to lunch afterwards, excited for the idea!

     “Say, have you been to a park, Arthur?” She asked him. “There isn’t many people outside today, so I think this would be a perfect opportunity!”

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❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞ - @theteufortcrew, viktor @ harriet

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

     For the poor doctor, late nights were no stranger to her. Overworking was her specialty in this case, and she needed to get reports in by tomorrow. One hand ran through her bangs, sighing to herself as she adjusted her glasses and focused on the papers in front of her. However, she didn’t expect Viktor to be near her office. She perked up, having noticeable bags under her eyes.

     “Oh... evening,” she said. “Or, in this case... morning. It’s... It’s been two days since filling these out. Papers are such a struggle. My eyes...”

     She brought her hand up to her face, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes. “It’s tiresome to do, but... I wouldn’t mind playing the role of an insomniac with someone else, I suppose.”

@theteufortcrew

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why are you unlovable?

you just want it too badly

     you love with your whole body, it's not bad, but it's overwhelming. sometimes giving others space can be okay, i know you're scared of losing them but it will be better in the long run if you also learn how to be your own person. codependency is scary, but you are brave.

Tagged by: stolen from @helluvadrummer​ C:

Tagging: @mistermxrgan​ @slicing-clovers​ and you!

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A 👁️‍🗨️ for the Jekyll, a 👁️‍🗨️ for the Hyde. What secrets would the ladies rather keep inside?

Questions For My Muse(s)

👁‍🗨 - what is a secret that your muse hasn’t told or is hiding

> For the doctor, she’s a woman who keeps many secrets from the public, as there’s lots of information about her that she doesn’t want people to know. A few secrets involve her past when she went to college at a young age. Elizabeth’s existence and the experiment Harriet produced caused lots of trouble during those years, suffering from a near mental collapse and investigation on murder. Since then, life has been more and more challenging for her as a woman in science. Mentally and physically, she struggles.

> Despite how tough Elizabeth may seem and how she can prove her own strength in certain situations, she is emotionally unstable. Everything about her is very flamboyant but it jumps between how her mood is that day. Some days, she is out on her own terms with how she feels. But on other days, when Harriet or Lizzie herself is struggling, she comes out like a ferocious beast. Most of her personality stems from Harriet’s bottled up rage and trauma as a child. How she wished to react to some situations all comes out of Elizabeth, and she hates showing herself as weak or vulnerable. It hurts to humble herself sometimes.

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19. Do you have a favourite muse?

Multi-Muse questions

We should really give those fabulous muse collectors some special attention more often. Be it a gathering of muses on one blog or spread across the oceans of tumblr bedlam. Send one of the following for the mun to answer.

> Out of all of the muses I’ve made, it has to be Harriet. She is one of my most developed OCs that I ever made and I will forever love her to bits. Plus she is a joy to write (and is a main source for all of the angst I write of her)!

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What Supernatural Creature Are You?

The Ghost

You walk unseen. You speak but no one listens. Your footsteps no longer make a sound, and your heart can no longer bear to beat. However, you do not walk alone. The past walks along side you, keeping you company though you beg it to leave you be. The only shadow you cast belongs to your pain and clings to your every move. If you could just get someone to look at you, really look at you, maybe then you could be free. You scream and scream but still they do not see. You’re starting to fear that you may be cursed to scream forever.

Tagged by: stolen from @electricea​

Tagging: you! steal it from me

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🐱 : does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals? ✨: what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices? ...for any muse you're down to use!

PROMPTS I’D LIKE TO RECEIVE, PART 1.

⤿   headcanon memes; comfort character edition!   tw: death, family, religion.

> June has a few pets! She lives alone, as her parents never had pets, but she currently owns a hedgehog and a black stable ferret. She has had a love for little animals since she was a kid and has stayed taking care of them.

> With Harriet, I follow for a more Victorian aesthetic with how she dresses. However, actually writing her dialogue, I have a more 50s / 60s aesthetic! It’s been ironed into her story and the reason I stuck with this was because initially, I had lots of 80s songs that stuck with her but... it was *too* much. Took a listen and with a friend’s advice, 50s/60s fit her to a T.