#Dr stockill

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

I would like something (hcs or else, whatever you can make out of it/feel like writing) for Dr. Stockill and a darling who is not eating.

Eiter because they decided to hunger strike as a form of protesting against him (totally terrible idea but not every darling is the sharpest tool in the shed heheh...) or because they are sick and that makes it hard for them/takes away apetite.

Hunger Pains | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Hunger strikes, disordered eating, illness, brief mention of force feeding, brief mentions of animal/human death.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Tysm for the ask anon! <3 I hope that this lives up to your request/expectations!!

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- It doesn’t take Stockill long to notice they’ve stopped eating.

- In the months, maybe years, that Stockill has known them, they have never displayed an avoidance of food to this degree.

- Despite his detachment, disgust, and apathy to almost everything around him, he is an observant man. Especially when it comes to his darling.

- Within a few days, the interrogations start.

- He begins questioning his darling; and the longer he goes without an answer, the more insistent he becomes...

- "Don't lie to me, I know something is wrong with you."

- Once he finally manages to get an explanation out of them, he's bewildered.

- This odd behaviour is out of spite? Some silly protest against him?

- Stockill believes that he treats his darling rather well, at least in comparison to the other inmates he oversees.

- His darling is given decent food and drink; dressed in clothes that keep out the asylum's chilling cold; and is kept close to the doctor whenever possible.

- Stockill even allows them to rest in the safety of his room, in his own bed (which is often unused due to his frequent neglect of sleep).

- And yet, they still fight him?

- They would prefer the bleak darkness of the asylum's wards, accompanied by nothing but filthy rats and those wretched whores, over staying with him?

- Even going so far as to starve themselves, just to prove a point?

- His darling begins to deteriorate... day by day. Their movements becoming slower, their thoughts foggier, their gaze more distant. All despite his attempts to reason with them.

- As he tries to rationalise it, his confusion gives way to anger.

- Convinced that his darling's behaviour must have been instigated by another, threats soon follow.

- "I swear, if you do not stop this idiotic demonstration... I will find whichever inmate placed the idea in your head, and I will make her suffer!"

- From here, there's only two ways that it can end:

- In one, his darling ceases their little hunger strike, giving into the doctor's demands. Whereupon things will return to how they were, and Stockill will limit their contact with others even more as a precaution.

- In the other ending, his darling continues. Until Stockill does something...

- Drastic.

- But, he would rather not resort to something as vile as force feeding, or harming their companions to threaten them into relenting...

- So, it would be wise for his darling to stop. After all, they don't want to have their friends' blood on their hands... do they?

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- Alternatively, if his darling’s lack of appetite is a result of sickness or some other affliction, he’s more…

- Well, he's not exactly sympathetic, but perhaps more understanding.

- Now, this is a problem for him to solve, a condition to be alleviated.

- He quickly sets himself to work: to find a cure for whatever is ailing them.

- There's a sudden influx of dead rats (and eventually dead patients) scattered throughout his laboratory, all in his attempt to cure this illness.

- But, with the limitations of victorian medicine, there's a good chance that Stockill's ventures will remain fruitless.

- If the illness becomes long-term, or is in fact some incurable/chronic condition, then Stockill will continue to seek for ways to lessen it.

- All the while, he will focus on keeping his darling healthy; maybe even neglecting his plague research until he is confident that their condition is stable.

- They won't be leaving Stockill's room for a long while... As he will insist they remain bedbound to avoid the affliction worsening.

- He would try to encourage his darling's appetite with more pleasant food than the asylum typically provides.

- "I recall you mentioning this dish. Something you enjoyed before you were sent... here."

- The costs for which are taken from the asylum's funds... but that is of no matter to him. His darling takes upmost priority.

- "Also, don't attempt to smuggle some to the other patients again. Yes, yes, I saw that. You are not nearly as sly as you think you are."

- He's almost considerate in this state.

- It's eerie.

- Incredibly eerie.

- But, all things considered, it's far from the worst situation his darling could be in.

- And as they fall asleep, curled up in Stockill's bed, the doctor watching them with a hawk-like gaze...

- They see the ever so faint, ever so unnatural, twist of his lips.

- A smile.

- "I will see you tomorrow, my dear..."

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[the-ophelia-gallery]

oh look, what's that? it's user the-ophelia-gallery posting about these freaks again

[roooroo04]

I don't publish about my OCs a lot, so here, have one

Someday I might publish the lore of her and a whole other bunch of OCs, but for now, she's from a discord RP with friends called Capybara SMP.

[saytrrose]

THE FREAKSHOW SHOWTIME SONG CHAT

@hootbon @sm-baby

[suzukiblu]

Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily) by Emilie Autumn for the parasite wip

Gave me eerie vibes of a potential of the parasites pov

Clark’s done impossible things in his life, but none of them ever felt as impossible as finding the words to fix this. 

He can’t even imagine what could. 

“I should have gone to the effort to bring the kryptonite,” Damian mutters darkly. Dick snorts, which means the kid definitely did bring kryptonite. Clark doesn’t blame him, considering.

“Shut up, Damian,” Jon mutters back, and then opens the car door. Krypto pounces him in his seat in excitement, barking happily. “Ack–Krypto! What’s gotten into you?!” 

As far as Clark remembers, he saw Jon just a few days ago. 

The lanky-looking twelve year-old trying to get out of the back of Bruce’s car right now would very clearly disagree.

[shefightslikeagirl]

If TAFWVG had a movie, what do you think the cast would look like?

This is the best I got off the top of my head:

EA plays herself and Emily with a Y (Obviously)

Robert Pattinson as Dr. Stockill - Mostly from his portrayal as Bruce Wayne in the Batman, he has this brooding portrayal as well as this young, but rugged and disheveled look that I feel would work for the character.

Johnny Depp as Sir Edward - He has played as many British and/or swauve characters, plus he's done some voice acting, so I think he'd be perfect.

Either Anya Taylor-Joy or Jenna Ortega as the Captain - Both played strong independent heroines in the past.

I'm not sure about Veronica, maybe Megan Fox?

That's what I got for the important characters, I'm not sure about the rest though

I'm sorry, you mentioned Robert Pattinson and activated my brainrot.

I'm really bad a fancasts. But if people have favorite fancasts, reblog this and add 'em!

Emilie fancasted the movie on Twitter, once upon a time... I only remember her mentioning Sarah Brightman as Madame Mournington, though.

[switchbladefairy]

[hearsthephone]

Finney Blake

The Front Bottoms, "Father" // The Black Phone dir. Scott Derrickson (2022) // PhemiC, "Ugly Story" // Little Miss Sunshine dir. Valerie Faris and Jonathan Dayton (2006) // Emilie Autumn, "Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily)" // James Webb Telescope // Three Days Grace, "Get Out Alive" (via @rpdepartment) // The Texas Chainsaw Massacre dir. Tobe Hooper (1974) // Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here" // Joe Hill, NOS4A2 // Amanda Palmer ft. Jason Webley, "The Wolf Song"

[jubjubbird]

“But the spider knows and will generously give

And he promises the flies that they all shall live

Though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear

How the penny doth flow when it's death they fear”

— The Spider’s Face by Emilie Autumn

[themarionette-theporcelaindoll]

hiiii @aliferousdreamer tagged me to post a song starting with each letter of my username. oh boy here we gooo (i'm putting my playlist on shuffle)

T- Thank You For the Venom by My Chemical Romance

H- Husk by Keaton Henson

E- Every Single Night by Computer Games, Darren Criss

M- Midnight Ride by Orville Peck, Kylie Minogue

A- A Thousand Miles from Nowhere by Dwight Yoakam

R- Range Rover Bitch by Taylor Hawkins

I- I'll Keep Coming by Low Roar

O- One More Hour by Sleater-Kinney

N- Narcisista por Excelencia by PXNDX

E- El Bombon Asesino by Ninel Conde (I blame an agent stone edit for this one, it was fire <3)

T- The Perfect Girl by Mareux

T- The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin

E- Einstein on The Beach (For An Eggman) by Counting Crows

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T- Take it From Me by Sorry Barb (local band <3)

H- Here Comes the Rain Again by Eurythmics, Annie Lennox

E- Erase/Replace by Foo Fighters

P- Pentecost by The Smashing Pumpkins

O- Ouija Board by Chevelle

R- Running Up That Hill by MEG MYERS

C- Chemical Sunset by Orville Peck Ft. Allison Russell

E- Ever Fallen In Love by Pete Yorn (Shrek 2 peak babby)

L- Loving You by Wet Leg

A- Arlandria by Foo Fighters

I- I'll Go Running by Squirrel Flower

N- Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily) by Emilie Autumn

D- Deceptacon by Le Tigre

O- ¡Oh Carol! by K-Paz De La Sierra (lead singer's death still the most tragic and one that i remember the most)

L- Lonely is the Muse by Halsey

L- Luces by BETA

tag you're it! @rabbithearted @luvcall @davepetasprites @biconbuckley @inkbomber and anybody who wants to try! please tag so i can see your music

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

Ophelia's Flowers.

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Reader is gender neutral but is ‘feminine’ in appearance/attire; detailed as having long hair and wearing a dress.

Please proceed with caution if such descriptions may make you uncomfortable/dysphoric.

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know.)

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“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.”

Thin herbal leaves speckled by soft purple flowers join the wreath that lies upon your head.

“Pray you, love, remember.”

The doctor’s thin lips echo the immortal words of Shakespeare, whispered under his breath. The office is eerily silent and it let you hear every syllable.

“And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…”

Indigo and yellow petals are laid in your hair. Tucked amongst the braids woven with a tenderness unfound in this damned building.

“There’s fennel for you, and columbines.”

The Ophelia Gallery has returned. One of the asylum’s yearly ventures: a show for the masses, or perhaps a warning to all the women who are just one misstep away from being thrown in to it. Locked away for some pitifully small offence.

“There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me.”

The little yellow specks on thin green stalks are added to the adornment. Stockill’s fingertips are wrapped around the stem; placing it carefully behind your ear.

“We may call it 'herb of grace' o' Sundays.”

Dr Stockill’s spindly fingertips curl around another stem, snapping it with the swiftness of a guillotine. He slides it into his waistcoat pocket, beside the stem of wilting violets.

“- Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.”

A pair of nails presses into the skin under your chin, while the fingers they belong to tilt your head slowly. Dark eyes scan over his work; an artist searching for a spot on his canvas to add another stroke of colour.

"There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets,"

At the mention of those flowers, your gaze darts down to the wilting purple flowers in his waistcoat.

"But they withered all when my siste-"

Your eyes flick up; meeting his abyssal stare.

He pauses, before calmly correcting himself. The alteration smooth enough for the mistake to be ignored. Yet, it did not escape your notice.

"But they withered all when my father died."

He concludes his speaking as The Mad Ophelia, the illusion of her visage shedding from his voice. In her place, the true persona of The Callous Doctor Stockill.

With the silence of the room restored, you stand from your chair, assuming that this is your cue to leave. To join your fellow inmates outside in the crude display of the Ophelia Gallery.

But you barely take a few strides before you hear-

"I did not grant you permission to leave." The doctor's stern voice cloaks the sound of your footsteps.

In an instant, you stop in your tracks. You do not have the courage to turn around; do not have the courage to meet his eyes again.

As your nervous hands twirl and twist the overgrown strands of hair on your head, one of the flowers falls to the floor. Despite its weightlessness, the thud of it hitting the wooden planks is agonising.

Internally, you curse yourself. The cursing turns to anxiety. Anxiety to panic.

Racing thoughts worsen with every step the doctor takes towards you. Until he is directly behind you. His shadow blanketing your form.

"You will not be going out there." Stockill states calmly, while his spider-like manoeuvres return the fallen flower to its rightful place.

"Why not..?" The question leaves your lips before you can think to stop it.

There is a second of stillness.

"You are in no position to ask." The doctor replies firmly. He is the superintendent of this Asylum. He does not need to justify himself to a mere patient.

But soon, he takes a breath, admission bubbling in his throat. He wishes to confess with the fervour of a sinner to a priest. The words like a river battering against a breaking dam.

"Those people out there... the weak, depraved, people of this city... they do not deserve to look upon this."

The doctor divulges, his voice is quieter than you have ever heard it. His hands place themselves upon your shoulders, slowly turning you to face him. He is puzzled by his own wish to admit this all... but he does not have the will to stop himself.

"The women would be disconcerted and disgusted by you, while the men would care only for what lay beneath your robes." He continues as the light of the room hits your skin and illuminates his work.

His expression twitches ever so slightly, in what seems to be anger. Or maybe disgust? You wonder whether that look is directed at you, the people he was describing, or himself.

"And so, you will stay here." The doctor announces, his normal volume flaring up like a violent breeze. It nearly makes you jump.

"Here?" you repeat.

"Here. In my office. Or perhaps my laboratory should I need to venture down there." Stockill clarifies, a touch of irritation is his typically vacuous tone.

"Am I understood?"

The man's question is hardly that: a question. Instead, it is an extension of his command. A rhetorical statement, demanding compliance.

And, with a small nod in response, you comply.

The doctor's hands loosen their hold on your shoulders. You hadn't realised how harshly his nails were biting into your skin; forming dents in the fabric of your dress.

"Good." Dr. Stockill comments coldly. Yet, somehow, there's a touch of approval laced within.

After taking a final glance over your features; the ghostly white dress that hangs over your figure; and the flowers laden in your hair; he lets go. The creaking noise of wooden floorboards resounds as he leaves your side.

"Now, I have to fetch some supplies from elsewhere. Necessities for my work. I will be back shortly." He informs as he straightens the cuffs on his shirt. Stockill's earlier anger and disgust are replaced by an eerie calm, like vines covering a building; hiding it away, as though it had never existed in the first place.

The hinges cry with a mouse-ish squeak as the door opens, the doctor disappearing into the asylum's labyrinth of corridors.

He leaves the door unlocked.

It lay ajar. The latch not clicked into place. A move too foolish to be made by the precise and meticulous physician.

It leaves you with one conclusion: this is a test.

The door taunts you. Tugs on your sleeves. Nags you to leave... Urges you to run from this room, to the company and sanctuary of the other inmates, far from the constricting grasp of the doctor's web...

But, despite your fear, you remain.

You sit back down upon your chair.

You adjust the petals he laid in your hair.

And you listen to the muffled sounds of the Ophelia Gallery outside.

As you wait for him to return.

Just as the doctor knew you would.

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[the-ophelia-gallery]

really wanting to ramble about a character but being incapable of in-depth analysis is a nightmare. what do you mean i have to bring something new to the discussion? what do you mean i can't just repeat base information about them at random intervals?

[waywardvictorianconfessions]

I’m pretty new to EA’s work, but as soon as i hit play on Opheliac i could immediately tell that her work was for people like me. The female insanity, the Victorian vibes, the musical; as problematic EA and her fanbase can be, I’m still happy i’ve found this place.

also i think Adam Pascal fucking killed it as Dr. Stockill.

[astro-osamu]

Call me crazy- but think this song has Young Hugo and Donella vibes.

I will not be elaboration on this one

[oktheartist]

yet//nothing

First Kuro animatic! Hoping to do more of these in the future (as well as post the rest of my art here)

Song is “Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily)” by Emilie Autumn

[poisonhowling16]

video idea

Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily)

Song by Emilie Autumn

But it’s Sauron as Dr. Stockill and Celebrimbor as Emily please someone who actually has talent do this because I am trying but I don’t think I will ever be able to finish it because I have never animated anything in my entire life and my drawing skills are awful but I need it to be a thing it’s been haunting my dreams for like 3 days and it could be done in so many different ways like when celebrimbor is being held captive for the rings or it could be like some type of AU. That’s what I am trying to do like Sauron’s a evil doctor and celebrimbor is his patient but he doesn’t actually belong in the asylum because he there isn’t anything wrong with him. Anyways if you have seen this and actually read all of my crazy ramblings thank you