#doctor papanak

[artmolonara]

A collection of random characters that I doodled a while ago.

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[hrtley]

whats with doctor characters and looking like this

[reignofaffliction-archive]

But this wasn’t how it was all supposed to happen, was it? Not in the ways that things were supposed to turn out at first. Her entire timeline had been interfered with and how everything had been changed and twisted so that she would come to realize certain things that another entity needed her to come upon. Kismet needed to make sure she was wrapped about its finger.

It started well before she was a twinkle in Isaac Bowin’s eye.To mess with forces well beyond your scope of knowledge as he did-- it got him into a lot of trouble. He was wise to recognize that he had done something foolish- but like in his past? It was far too late. Write your name in the book of Azathoth with your own blood. He had been instructed-- however the Black Pharaoh had other plans. But you could be free of it... write another name. Perhaps create one. Perhaps...

Courtney Anna-Marie Bowin

From the time before conception when it had first interacted with her soul-- when the creature had found her among the endless bounds of those waiting to be born and they had claimed one another. It knew her, how could it not have? She was the reason it was there-- but somehow she had also known it- and her soul began to burn all the more differently- all the brighter. She belonged to the creature the moment her father had written her name instead of his own.

But that wasn’t the only time, was it? 

As a child it watched over her-- it made sure that she was always protected and knew that someone was there to care for her. It was her best friend-- the handsome man that taught her so many things. Perhaps her father, Isaac, was the one to teach her how to play music-- but unlike the demonic source to his mind control and projectiles? Courtney had learned to use the magics of those like Kismet- how to tap into eldritch energies to do anything her father could-- and more. It would read her stories and soothe her to sleep- would ready her for what the future held for her. She relied on the creature-- and would have it no other way.

It was the doctor that helped her try and overcome the tragedy of losing her father. To embrace the monster that she would one day become as in the comforts her offered? The creature was also offering her a different way to handle things-- a way to become strong. She ‘killed’ the creature-- and she went home and cried- not because she had killed but because she enjoyed it.

Flash ahead a few more years-- fresh out of med school and taking a trip to Egypt. Not long into the trip at all- barely checked into her hotel and off to get a meal and she met her first love. The creature wearing another of its disguises-- there to spend time with the human it itself had found affection towards. For month inseparable-- but it wasn’t quite time for them to be together. It dragged her to the tomb of one of its favored faces for some sight seeing-- the tomb of Nephren-Ka. A site that her great great grandfather, Enoch Bowen, had discovered and was the driving force behind its focus on their bloodline. She loved it so strongly- and it was starting to understand what it felt-- but that’s why it needed to be ended. It attacked her- and she ‘killed’ it once again-- left the body in the tomb and went to escape it.

But then it would appear to her again in a small Romani village that she was visiting-- one that worshipped the creature. But scorned her as an outsider. It came to her as a female archaeologist, Marjory-- and when the people of the village came to hurt her? It protected her. They were together again, they were engaged after some time-- but when the woman tried to leave? Corey ‘killed’ her too and tried to forget what happened. Something told her it would be alright, though, it had been the right thing to do. Because now Marjory would always be with her.

It appeared again as a foray taking up the face and name of Hector Hall, one to wear the helm of Doctor Fate- something she couldn’t have known-- pretending to be a professor in one of the courses she took as a brush up before attending her residency. They were happy for only a short time- a short time that caused jealousy to rear its ugly head even as she saw him reject the interloper. She killed the poor girl- and when she told him what she’d done? He pretended to be afraid-- was so proud of her-- but the time wasn’t right. It whispered in her mind again- told her to take his life so he’d always be with her. How could she refuse?

She finished her warm up and began her residency-- knowing that once this was completed she would go on into a job offer she had with pharmaceutical giant Vulgate international. Something that she’d been ready for since leaving school- but she needed some time away from everything else. Time to allow herself to actually enjoy life- but perhaps this was where she’d belong. She met someone she thought she loved there-- her attending physician Vincent Papanak-- another face the creature wore to trick her. To be in her life and help shape her into the person it needed her to become. It got her addicted to drugs- it drove her into being a ravenous monster while it pretended to care- asked her to marry it again before shattering her heart. She broke into his home-- and as the voice of the creature whispered to her she helped the man to an overdose. Watched outside of his home for the EMTs-- and knew her’s always be with her.

It crept into her life yet again soon after-- as the man she worked for at Vulgate Jeremy Fisher- but then it was there doubly so. It came to her as the man she would marry-- a crime lord in Gotham city named Howard Phillips. They were a pair to be admired- especially as she had pulled her from the arms of her then ‘lover’, Lazlo Valentin. They were perfect for each other- something that the creature had to be proud of. It told her how it felt for the first time- even in concerns to the present time- it told her that it loved her. They were inseparable-- all until Jeremy had turned over her off the clock research in pharmaceuticals and black biology to the authorities. Howard was involved and rather than deciding to rot in prison-- he took his own life. Leaving her with everything-- including a broken heart.

She took her revenge against Jeremy- torturing and watching his slow death at the hands of one of her contagions. Something that she had at this point gained a great mastery of. Something that allowed for her to control just how he was going to suffer-- up until they dragged her to Arkham. Where the creature was there again as he doctor-- where it came to her as the friend that she had known as a child and had been in her dreams every night since as long as she could remember. It was there to tell her that she wouldn’t remember it anymore-- that this was how it needed to be.

And she forgot-- she didn’t remember the love of her life. She remembered the faces and their impacts- but not those of her best friend, Kismet-- under the disguises of Doctor Kismet and Nephren-Ka.

That was, of course, until it properly came to her in their time lines and treated her like a pawn- a slave. Until the time came where it realized what it had done in its future-- a repetitive loop to ensure that they would be together forever. It came clean of some of the things within their timeline as they began to grow closer to one another-- revealed some of the memories that it had taken from her. She was still unaware that it had been her husband previously- still kept a picture of the man at her bedside explaining to Kismet why. The only man she had ever truly loved-- outside of the creature itself.

If she only knew.

She knew of most of the faces- but couldn’t know it had changed her timeline for them to be together. But here she was now- rolling over to be greeted by those mismatched eyes of the creature she would be forever bound to. Her eyes glistened softly as her head tilted forward gently, “I love you Nyarlathotep-- my beloved Kismet-- I always have... and I always will.”