𖤍☀︎︎" ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ's ᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ" - ᴠᴀᴇʟᴏʀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴛᴅ 𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝑉𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒． 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑． [ 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚌 ] [ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 ]

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒆." "𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝑹𝒆𝒈." "𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌... 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆." "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒃." // clinomaniiaa 2025 \\ ★ Reggie Peters x Male!OC ★ • Julie and the Phantoms

Pinging pagers, beeping machinery, carts clattering down the halls, medicine bottles shaking, papers shuffling-he was one second away from killing everyone, the Hypocratic Oath be damned. Who was this to-be murderer? Dr. Fenrir Ragnulf. Head doctor and the youngest medical practitioner on the East Coast. At twenty-five, he feels eighty-seven and is highly dependent on the two big '-ines,' caffeine and nicotine. Despite his largely Scandinavian background, he's a Gothamite through and through. A few years in Norway couldn't compare to twenty in America's beloved cesspit. The doctor ran on coffee and pure, bitter spite as he bounced between his two places of work-Elliot Memorial Hospital, his primary position, and Arkham Asylum, where he was more of an outside consultant but apparently important enough to have his own office. As if dealing with sick people and psychos wasn't enough, he also had his fair share of interactions with the local cryptids. Especially one dumbass in particular.