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Introducing Cassberrie! Their piece is set under a moonlit sky.

Introducing Acchan! Their piece has someone looking through the window. We wonder who?

Sorry to Frankenpost twice in one night after being inactive for weeks but another thing that I find RIDICULOUSLY funny in visual adaptations of Frankenstein is that the Monster’s stitches are portrayed as so massive and ugly and uneven. Old movie directors read the book and said “Huh. Bold of Victor to assume he knows how to sew.”

What’s with the common image of Victor Frankenstein as some mad-scientist type old Doctor with Einstein-hair? Our homeboy wasn’t even done college. He was just a 22-year-old in a dorm who probably should have thought twice (or once) before taking his science fair project a little bit too far

Victor suffers from science caused insomnia. Adam has no sympathy.

Father-mother is a ridiculous nickname for victor and I love it shhhhhh

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?’

lets-throw-bacchanal:

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:

• catastrophe 
  
• miserable monster
  
• demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life
  
• an ugly mummy
  
• a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,
  
• the filthy daemon to whom I have given life
  
• no human
  
• the wretch whom I had created
  
• sight tremendous and abhorred
  
• unearthly ugly being
  
• too horrible for human eyes
  
• miserable head
  
• vile insect
  
• abhorred monster
  
• wretched devil
  
• you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world
  
• too horrible for human eyes to behold
  
• the filthy mass that moved and talked
  
• wretch whom I dreaded
  
• villain
  
• monster of my creation
  
• fiend
  
• figure most hideous and abhorred
  

+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:

• a form which I cannot find words to describe
  
• never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness
  
• tremendous being
  
• scary and unearthly in his ugliness

Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked” 

hunting-at-least-69-witches:

I don’t really know what I’m doing, just gonna yeet my designs for these fools into existence-

It’s hard being a single parent of three growing creations.

Continuing my Dungeons & Doublets project, here’s Victor Frankenstein the halfling necromancer ;))