#frankenstein au
From an outfit meme on twitter. I’m sorry I keep neglecting you guys on tumblr haha I’ll do an outfit meme on here at some point as well.
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Unbound Prometheus expression meme results that I did on twitter
Summary: “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.” - Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
He is created. He is abandoned. He is found.The first thing he knows is agony.
He feels set on fire from the inside, bright white pain arcing through his veins. He cries out, voice hoarse. The sharpness of it ceases as quickly as it came, but the ache persists.
A clatter to his left draws his attention. He shifts. Distantly, he’s aware of the scratch and shift of the rough-hewn shirt and trousers he’s dressed in, but there are larger concerns, at the moment. His limbs feel awkward but otherwise cooperative, so sits up.
There is a man across the room with his back pressed against the counter. White hair, a beard. The man’s face is drawn in an expression he can’t parse. Beneath the man’s feet are shards of glass.
He doesn’t understand where he is or what’s going on. He opens his mouth to speak–and finds he doesn’t know the words to communicate this. He makes a quiet, wordless sound, questioning. He hopes it’s enough for the man to understand. He so wants answers.
In response, the man jolts for the door.
Excuse me, I just:
He doesn’t know where he is or what’s going on, doesn’t understand the fear and hostility of the people he’d seen. He sits there, somewhere in the middle of the forest, and finally feels it hit him. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand. He sits and he cries, deep chest wracking sobs, until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open. He curls himself up small and tight in the roots of the tree, and sleeps.
T___T
Poor newly made Geralt with zero understanding of why people are treating him so cruelly, what he’s done to deserve such hate. Seeing him like that makes me so sad, but oh, I’m so glad he finds Jaskier.
Andoh:
“It’s alright sweetheart,” he grins and shoots him a wink, “your secret’s safe with me.” And Geralt doesn’t know what to do with himself, but he likes the way his stomach clenches when Jaskier touches him, the soft way he speaks. And he does trust that he’s safe with him. It’s…reassuring.
I’m so happy he finds such softness. <3
And just the way they slowly fall in love with each other, and Jaskier being all worried not because Geralt is with him, but because Geralt might leave. D= So good.
Seriously:
That night, Geralt sleeps in Jaskier’s bed, curled against his chest. He’s nearly asleep when the gentle tenor of Jaskier’s voice cuts through the soft haze of near-sleep. “–don’t know where I’d be,” Jaskier is saying softly, lips pressing intermittently to the top of his head, “gets hard being alone out here. And you’re so–” he cuts off, presses a kiss to Geralt’s hair again. He obviously thinks he’s already asleep. “You keep me grounded,” he says. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” He breathes it like a secret.
As Geralt lets sleep finally pull him under, swimming in Jaskier’s quiet confession, it’s the most cared for he’s ever felt.
And that ending??
I just. T_T Thank you for letting them be happy together. <3
Frankenstein, but the monster was brought into the world with love
The Monsters of Frankenstein (diary entry 2, Adam)
Romania, Autumn, 1824
My Creator and I are coming to the end of our game.
Weary as I am, instinct within the core of my being compels me to continue until exhaustion destroys us.
Victor has found himself a suitable hovel. A crumbling edifice concealed by a forest that the local people have tales of dark and twisted happenings going back through the generations of frightened imagination. A perfect nest for a gruesome doctor of the dead.
The man is driven by a desire grim and primal, fuelled by ego so great and consuming I am now sure he will not listen to reason.
He is not yet aware that I have discovered his hiding place. I have planned to reveal myself only at the precise time. If I spook him too soon he will slip from grasp and I will loose track of him. That cannot be.
The windows to his laboratory have been blackened, but my imagination supplies the horror for me.
I wish it could be so simply to simply wrap my hands around his throat and let it be. But I am unable. I could not destroy the one who have given me breath, as mankind could not destroy God. But, I can make myself a plague unto him if it will bring this madness to a conclusion.
I know not what new horrors would be birthed alongside this new other, but I will not let Victor complete his work and learn the truth of it. But I must hurry, I sense he in fact closer to finishing than I first believed.
Tonight. It must be tonight.
Let us end it all now.
Elizabeth and the lil lab of horrors (aka the Frankenstein’s Monsters)
You didn’t think I forgot about ole Elizabeth did you? Well.
She, like the rest of Victor’s relations, get very concerned when contact with him slowly turns to silence while he is supposedly studying in Germany. Henry volunteers to track him down and does so successfully after a while, but while his letter confirming Victor’s location is a relief he’s still annoyingly vague about what Victor has been up too.
Then Victor disappears. It’s sudden, traumatic, his father is beside himself with worry. Henry once again decides to play hero of the hour and go off into deepest darkest Europe on the trail of Victor; who may or may not be dead….
Henry confides only to Elizabeth the more troublesome details. Victor is chasing, or being chased by, a man who may in fact be some sort of demon… and the rumours circulating around Victor himself range from bizarre to horrifying.
Elizabeth grows tired of being idle. Despite her adoptive father’s pleas she (with Justine’s help of course) steals away into the night and gets on the first train headed East.
A few months behind, she manages to at last catch up with Henry in early winter. They reunite warmly but Henry begs her not to seek Victor out at his house, insisting it isn’t safe there and she’ll have to wait till Victor comes to them.
This will absolutely NOT stand. Elizabeth snoops around in Henry’s personal affects till she finds what she needs to locate Victor’s creepy hiding place.
The creatures’ experience with women vary from ‘never seen one ever’ to ‘ran away because she was screaming’ so they naturally freak OUT when a real lady is in their house. Adam, being the oldest, volounteers to try and shoo her off using his intimidation factor but he it just DOESNT WORK WOMAN WHAT ARE YOU.
Lucifer has a go next. Elizabeth swats him with her umbrella and calls him a brute. He retreats under a table hissing like a cat.
Victor finally wakes up from an impromptu scientific nap to discover Elizabeth sitting on his couch flicking through a novel with a cup of tea, with his creations sat around her; gazing up adoringly as if beholding a goddess in their midst.
He thinks he’s finally lost the plot until Elizabeth pipes up ‘oh there you are Victor how good of you to join us at last, do be a lamb and check on those biscuits in the oven won’t you?’
Probably debating a topic as important as “should brown be called ‘dark orange’” or something.
(Vic and Henry from my Frankenstein AU)
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