• <p> <b>Person:</b> Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?<p/><b>Harper:</b> no<p/><b>Person:</b> did you check for blood pressure?<p/><b>Harper:</b> no<p/><b>Person:</b> did you check for breathing?<p/><b>Harper:</b> no<p/><b>Person:</b> so, then, is it possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?<p/><b>Harper:</b> no<p/><b>Person:</b> how can you be so sure, doctor?<p/><b>Harper:</b> because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.<p/><b>Person:</b> I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?<p/><b>Harper:</b> Yeah, it is possible that he could be alive and talking to me right now.<p/></p>
M.M.C.D.: Prologue

Screams filled the air, mostly of the terrified crowd that had all entered today to see two become one, but a few of the unlucky servants forced to tend to the house at the time.

“HE’S DYING!” Yowled mother

“Why isn’t it working?” Cried a person.

Vincent pushed his way past the crowd and went to where father stood with the monster. This /creature/ was once Victor Perdersohn and Henrietta Perdersohn, and now they were a twitching bloody mess on the floor.

It was grotesque, limbs flailing like a dog that had just been struck by a carriage at top speed. It’s brown hair was thick and tangled with sweat and what seemed to be blood. The only sound it made were low gargles. It’s mouth was filling with thick crimson liquid, and as it tried to spit it out it fell into the puddle of blood.
Vincent had seen the creature before, in the first few tests, but never did it seem so malformed. Before, it had looked like an ugly man, perhaps a side character out of horror novel. But this, this create looked more like the spawn of satan.

Father had injected the reversing drug into the creature 5 times now, but there had been no reaction. The creature had just wailed in pain.
“Can it speak?” Thought Vincent, “Is it aware of what is happening?”
Vincent kneeled down by it and threw his coat over it’s naked body. It curled up in the coat and croaked in pain, hand slapping the ground as if it was trying to move away from the loud noises of the crowd.
“Do you have a name?” Asked Vincent, “Can you sp-”
Father interrupted, “Question it later.”
The creature whined and croaked again, it was trying to say something.
Father and Vincent exchanged glances, and the creature spoke.

“Harper. I am Harper.” It said.

anonymous asked:

Mary Mcdonnell and Helena Bonham Carter

hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS (again true for both of them)

favorite role(s) they’ve played:
Mary: Laura Roslin, Stands With A Fist, Sharon Raydor
Helena: Bellatrix Lestrange, Marla Singer, Lady Jane Grey, Anne Boleyn

role(s) you wanna see them play:
Mary: I’d totally want to see her in a comedy, like, say a guest star on Grace and Frankie.
Helena: She’s done such a wide variety of roles it’s hard to think of something that she hasn’t done yet that I’d like to see. Maybe next time they make a movie out of a Jane Austen book I’d like HBC to have a role in it? She’d be brilliant.

General opinion: I love them both so much. Helena is such a versatile actor, absolutely hilarious, and I love how she just stopped giving a fuck years ago and is now just fueled by pure awesome. Mary is an absolute cinnamon roll and probably made of rainbows and unicorn dust even though science hasn’t proved it yet, and like Helena, she’s one hell of an actor too.

Ice Water (Draft)

In the middle of Forrest, somewhere, During an early winter, before the sun had risen, there was a bathtub. This bathtub, clean and white, was out in the middle of a rocky area. Ice covered the ground near it, in almost a circle shape. There was no sound, no birds, or any animal at that. It was near silent.

Droplets of water dripped from his long hair, rolling down his neck and entering back into the ice water. The water made him appear pale, and it froze upon the ground in specks that looked almost like snowflakes. Frost coated the earth and climbed up the grass.

You could see his breath, and you could nearly feel his shivering. Blinding wind pulsed around the area, no one could move for a split second. Yet he lie there, fully clothed. He seemed calm, without a single stress on him.

“Why do you want to see me?” Harper asked, every word sharp, and at an equal, and all together relaxed.

“This situation gives me much more questions than I originally thought.” Vincent said. He lifted his hand up, taking the glove off and feeling the air.

“Ask me one, then leave.” Harper spoke, leaning back in the water as he closed his eyes.

“Come back.” Vincent said, stepping forward into the circle of ice.

“That is not a question, my good brother.” Harper said.

The wind picked up again and neither spoke for a long moment. The gust brought tears to Vicent’s eyes and kneeled down. The feel of ice shot a pang of pain up his arm and he stood again.

“Why won’t you come back?” Vincent asked.

“Because.. I am one..” Harper said, this time his voice was uneven, the last word just above a whisper.

“Why-” Vincent began but then he stopped himself, “Good bye, Harper.. My Victor.. My Henrietta.. My Harper..”

“Mmhmm.” Harper said as he began to hum a quiet hymn. The sound was cut out as the wind took up again, and Vincent left the forest.

  • Harry: I'm great with children
  • Elizabeth: When you were 15 you tied Eddy and Madison to chairs out of anger and then left the house.. With rope that was so strong that it took an axe to cut through..
  • Harry: ....
  • Harry: *Victor voice* Fuck you