#the wanderer: frankenstein's creature

[lordoftablecloths]

Have you ever heard of the game based on the creature called The Wanderer? Personally I really liked it.

nay..... i havent......

wait a moment

its only 2 bucks right now !!!!!!!

thank you again for your guiding words good soul of wild, i will be purchasing this game immediately

[kerakitty]

My favorite moment from my playthrough of The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature was definitely when I flubbed the cello minigame on the first note.

The Elder DeLacey: Who... who taught you how to play?

Me: Clearly no one.

[breserker]

I stumbled upon The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature and...oh, my heart, my heart. So so so good. So, so so so so tragic. Honestly. Loved every minute of it, heart broke so many times.

I believe it's on sale right now for PSN users, please pick it up and give it a go. If you're not a Gamer(TM) I still recommend it, most of it is simple choices and really really forgiving timing, but few and far between. General cw though for Deep depression and suicide potential in the game.

More thoughts and mild spoilers beneath the cut.

That image above is of the Creature seeing his face for the first time truly knowing what it looks like to other people. The way this game uses sound and ESPECIALLY color to convey emotion is unreal. It gives Gris a run for its money in that regard. (They're equivalent, I think, but this hit harder at times for me, but then I wrote no fewer than three papers on or around the themes of Frankenstein (or, rather, the idea of Monsters) for my degree)

Notice the tears in the reflection.

Anyway some thoughts I jotted down on twitter:

That discussion with the Creator, with all the drowning thoughts spinning...I chose, over and over again, "I have so much love" and it just broke my heart to see it all spin into despair.

When the villagers were throwing rocks I started mashing buttons because!!! Please! Get away! Protect yourself! And...I didn't know a choice was coming up. I "chose" retaliate, and watch the stone he picked up fly to the child's head, on accident both from him and from me.

I skimmed discussion after getting the Silentium ending because I had to know. If there was a calmer ending for the Creature. (No, not really. no.) In that skimming it seems you never can actually meet up with Victor Frankenstein...

But I hope that Creature found comfort in the one moment the game let me talk to him and tell him that it was an injustice that people spurned him when all he desired was love. I hope...

[cosmoport]

i was not even of the same nature as man.

[frankensteincest]

EVERY ITERATION OF FRANKENSTEIN’S CREATURE MUST BE BLESSED WITH THE CAIN INSTINCT

[brain-depositary]

People really rag on Victor for not immediately stepping up but like he was legit having An Episode. He had The Metaphor For Puerperal Fever. It didn’t really matter what he wanted in that moment he was NOT going to “step up”, immediately after giving life to the creature he was bedridden for months. The fact that NO ONE was willing to step in and show the creature ANY kindness at ANY time is… definitely something, and that something is definitely not all on Victor, you know?

Also when talking about Frankenstein I do think people tend to overinflate Victor's role in influencing the creature to become a monster. Listen, obviously his influence is TREMENDOUS, and his failure is first, and most profound. However... if it was just that Victor Frankenstein abandoned his creation I think everyone would have been fine, you know? If that family, or if ANYONE had treated the creature with anything other than fear and revulsion, then maybe things could have been different- and I think Mary Shelley is really clear about this. It is not until the creature discovers that he cannot exist in the world without scorn that he seeks out revenge on the person who brought him into existence. The creation was not inherently unnatural the world in general lacked sympathy, Victor most of all. We're definitely missing the point if we read the book + spend 0 time thinking about how we, and we as a society treat + think about abnormal people. That is at least as much of the point as "should man play God?"

[contemptible-scoundrel]

[wandering around graveyard] eeyikes I sure hope we dont encounter any frankensteins [a man-like creature made of mismatched corpses shambles out of the darkness into my path] [dapping him up] whats up big man how u doing? [leaning in, whispering] just wanna ask ur old mans not around is he? Im trying to have a chill night u know how he gets around south asians Im not looking to deal with that rn

[lady-quen]

Places this in the sea of "Trahearne survives" AUs. Presenting Trahearne Inmorte, resident seething Firstborn plant bonded to a frankenstein bug. Alternatively, Trahearne if he picked ferocity in the character creator.

Anyway, finally posting about my version of the good ole Marshal, lovingly dubbed Crankhearne - aka Risen Lich Trahearne, revived immediately post-getting to know his sword too closely, courtesy of Morivitae, ( @commanderteag ) the Pact's pet Scion of Zhaitan. Having kept a dragon of dubious morals on a metaphorical leash, Trahy promptly gets UNO reversed. These two start toxic but get better over time, creating a fun contrast to the Commander of the verse, Aestus, who belongs to @mithosis.

Similarly to my own Commander, Mael, he keeps his condition as a lich secret from everyone aside from his closest circle. I swear I'm not collecting undead plants, the Zhaitan Scion Champion opportunity was just far too good to pass up. Have some more screenshots, and more (a lot more) lore ranting below the cut.

The very last thing the Pact Marshal expected when waging war against Zhaitan was to strike a bargain with Zhaitan's child. Information against his master and aid in cleansing Orr - in exchange for freedom once the Elder Dragon was slain. But, still, keeping a beast of that caliber on a leash proved a challenge, even when he could shapeshift more or less into mortal shape. After all, an ancient beast that subsisted on eating life force and grafting foreign body parts to itself did not take to Tyrian morals immediately. It wasn't a partnership by any means - a monster was a monster, but so was a promise. As long as the creature called "Morivitae" behaved, he could prove an asset against the other Dragons. A weapon. A wildcard. But then, awakened Mordremoth. The Maguuma disaster. His greatest failure, and, ultimately, his end. A final request for the Commander to take Caladbolg from his shaking hands and strike. But something within the Death Scion stirred at the sorrow. At the Commander's cries. An inkling of emotion, a faint flicker of something unfathomable. And gold eyes opened again. Welcome, O Champion of Shadow and Death. And now, the Marshal was on a leash of his own.

Trahearne went to the Domain of the Lost when he died, and time flowed differently there. So he spent "days" wandering and fighting the phantoms that took his name and face, just like the Commander. He met the Judge but there was no crisis in the Mists, so no offer to come back like during PoF, just gotta accept death but also have to process it first. Poor Trahearne was dissociated the whole time, thinking he was Mordremoth. He had to be given a second name to latch onto until he found his real one - and then he was ripped out of the Mists by Mori just before he could claim his rightful rest. Needless to say, waking back up a Risen of all things and cut off from the Dream did not do his mental health any favors.

"I don't remember my name but I was something horrible. You mustn't let me into the afterlife. I can't destroy it, too..." "You must find your name before you continue onward, wherever your final destination lies. If you fail, your soul will fade." "Good. I want to fade. I need to." "No, you must find the truth. That is the law of this place. Your spirit is noble, there is no malice in you. But there is suffering, and this isn't your final punishment." "I'm fading. I can't tell how - why - I can't move anymore. I need to... what am I..." "You are.. Inmorte, The Lost Wanderer. This name I give you now so you may continue. Hold onto it tightly and find your purpose. Your real name." "...I... I will."

Following his resurrection, he continues to lead the Pact as its Marshal, and is adamant on never using a mask nor mesmer illusions to cover his face - wearing his disfigurement openly in solidarity with all the other sylvari mutilated by Mordremoth's influence. There are questions as to why the Marshal was torn from the Dream and his glow changed to a necromantic green, but not many dare seek the truth of their own accord. Trahearne becomes a much more fearsome, decisive leader - going from scholar to truly formidable strategic mastermind, wanting nothing more than to ensure the tragedy of Maguuma never repeats.

"It's not mere confidence, it's pathological. As though everything stopped mattering back in that jungle, and yet I am ever more determined to see things through til the end. It's the only reason I can justify existing in this state."

The only instance where he does use illusions (excluding stealth missions, of course) is over his hands - due to an unfortunate incident where Caladbolg completely burned off the flesh from his fingers. As a result, his real hands are skeletal. This is due to his obsession with the sword, practically never letting it go, to the point he once fell asleep holding it. Since he no longer feels pain correctly, the damage was done before he woke back up - and Mori does not seem to possess the ability to mend, only animate that which should already be dead.

Trahearne's obsession with Caladbolg stems from the fact he initially believes the weapon to be the only thing keeping his soul from being fully corrupted by the Dragon he is bound to - clinging to a hope that the Thorn could purify the death magic in him just like it had once purified Orr. Alas, that is not the case, but also he eventually finds he is not as doomed as he had once believed - growing into a Champion of Death and Rebirth under his Scion patron as they both find their greater purpose - a balance to Aestus and Aurene's light. Still, his destiny remains irrevocably tied to the very land that haunted his Dream and cursed him with a seemingly impossible task.

"You're the First of the First, born in the garden of Eden and destined to purify a sunken hell risen from the depths on the other side of the sea. A task thought impossible, especially as your siblings begin to rise around you with destinies that seem more achievable. Compelled, you spend over twenty years studying the land of the walking dead, so much that the stench of it all is all but branded into your flesh. It's all you see when you sleep. The neverending expanse of bleak, gray-brown rock and twisting anemone and tide-torn ruins. Nothing living grows in Orr. It's all absolute desolation. There are none of your siblings there and you're so terribly lonely. ...In all your years, you never thought this could happen. With the Commander at your side and the son of Zhaitan mutinying against his father, Orr blooms again. The Artesian waters run clear, and life wanders slowly back into the land. It will take years, many more years than you'll be alive for, but the weight is lifted. You can leave. It's over. With hope in your heart, you feel like whatever comes next will only be easier. It's not. You die. And you rise. You never left Orr, because Orr never had the intention of leaving you."

Perhaps, just perhaps - one day, when the sunken kingdom heals completely, his soul will be allowed its due rest. Until then, he has some work to do.

[hotvintagepoll]

Una O'Connor (The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Invisible Man, The Bride of Frankenstein)—One of my favorite character actresses! While many people know her as the shrieking innkeeper's wife in The Invisible Man, I've always loved when she played a character who was a little more grounded (though that scream of hers is pretty iconic.) Her character of Bess is warm and loving towards Marian, but also tough and takes no prisoners. When they are captured in the forest, she comes forward to protect Marian with so much ferocity that Sir Guy (the villain) moves out of the way so quickly because even he doesn't want to feel Bess' wrath. She could switch from hilariously over-the-top to gently and sweet in the blink of an eye and she deserves a little more recognition! Also her hats in Robin Hood are ridiculous and I love them.

Bokuzen Hidari (Seven Samurai, Ikiru)—His Wikipedia article literally says "this guy is so scrungly," though technically they word it as "Hidari was famous among Japanese audiences for his portrayals of meek, downtrodden men." His job is wandering around going D: This certainly touches on the question of whether the actor himself is scrungly, or just the parts that he plays - in fact, this dude initially trained (in 1914) in Japanese opera and dance. At one point he suffered from gangrene, but "fearing for the loss of his livelihood, fought to keep the leg even though it meant using crutches for the rest of his life - except when performing." [link] Anyway, he made his film debut in the 50s and was one of Kurosawa's collection of remarkable character actors, generally as a scrungly little guy.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Una O'Connor:

she eats this:

The things this woman does with her face when she sees Frankenstein's creature. Your fave could never.

Bokuzen Hidari:

Here's Toshiro Mifune calling him out on his scrungliness:

You can see him at 0:17 here, going D: and at various points throughout that video looking absolutely miserable (for good reason).

[msookyspooky]

I see your Creature Randy and I raise you; Creature Reader! (Btw how are you I miss you on may dash >_<!)

I love this especially as someone that's a huge Lisa Frankenstein, Corpse Bride, Nosferatu and Beetlejuice lover

@f1nalboys if ur still into Randy and still write ur masterpieces on him ♡♡♡

And I am so so so so sorry this is astronomically late! It was under like 23 anons of long winded spam forgive me 😭😢 Missed you all too, pookies ♡

I'm just going with Scream since it wasn't specified (But I accept other request too)

Scream 1996 Character + Lisa Frankenstein 2024 Mash Up:

Randy Meeks, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

TW: Gore, Bodyhorror, Death, Decay, Murder, Bugs

Scream Characters x Creature Corpse Reader

Randy Meeks:

♡ You enjoyed the young man's voice even from 6 feet underground. Muffled and hard to hear; but heard none the less. Visiting your grave site and telling you about his day every so often on his way home. He wanted a partner and complained of the woes of dating as a social outcast? So endearing. You're non-beating heart still stirred even if you were in a peaceful twilight of paralysis and decay.

♡ But he didn't react how you hoped. Absolutely freaks the hell out when you followed him home from the grave after it got struck by lightning and you were resurrected from your eternal slumber

♡ Then you were confused and offended. Why was he running and screaming!? He wanted a date and here you are! Did men not court anymore?

♡ "Jesus!!" He had exclaimed while staggering over objects and holding up a vhs tape as a potential weapon. You gestured to things explaining you were the one he visited at the cemetery, "I wanted a d-date not a damn Evil Dead character from the Grave all guts and maggots!"

♡ When you still didn't quite get it in your haze of reanimation; he spelled it out for you same harsh energy as the gif.

♡ "YOU. ARE. DEAD! A nasty, oozing, rotting corpse! Of course I'm not interested!!"

♡ Ouch. Okay, so you were dead! So, your ear fell off and you didn't feel nerve endings now!...You still had feelings feelings. The kind that made you whimper and feel your heart beating a new and twisting painfully in your hollow chest.

♡ He faltered seeing tears (or um...Whatever body fluids you had) well up in your milky eyes and you stumbled away.

♡ He felt really bad and confused hearing you sobbing in his closet. And absolutely fucking terrified of you.

♡ "Hey...Hey look, I'm sorry but ya gotta cut a guy slack here, okay? It's not everyday an undead person stumbles in my house. You took me by surprise is all...Maybe you're a nice zombie? C'mon, I'm sorry that um...Ack, God!-" He gagged quickly covering his nose at the smell you must be admitting as you cried and he begged, "Pplleeassee stop crying before my room smells like friggin roadkill."

♡ He makes you shower and well even you were a lil grossed out seeing a worm fall from you. Disgusting. And he even gave you an oversized shirt with 'Friday the 13th' on it. How sweet! A gift!...Well, you sorta took it because it was soft and he scrunched his nose telling you it was all yours.

♡ Shows you movies and soon realizes he has someone that will listen to him ramble. He points things out and you hum and nod as he goes on and on and you sit there a 'zombie' as he called you.

♡ He scolded you in the kitchen and waved a paper at you, "Hey, hey, hey! No. Bad Zombie. You can't just go wandering around my house. My sister and parents will flip!"

♡ You grunted in offense at him scolding you like a dog but relented venturing his house...You were bored! You had been in that coffin in the ground way too long just to be shoved in a closet sneaking the same VHS tapes on his mini tv over and over

♡ He's horrified when you killed a guy bullying him in his yard one night that had followed him home after Randy had made a remark about him at work. How dare that bastard hurt your living boy! Said boy is mortified you not only bludgeoned the guy to death but that you stole the bullies ear and urged him to sew it on. You shrugged at him...What? He wasn't using it!... Not anymore.

♡ Randy had the idea of using the faulty tanning bed to jolt your dead tissue after claiming it worked in...Too many movies to remember as he rambled like a mad scientist. And It did work.

♡ He tries to tell you that you both can't just kill anybody but that all backfires like everything else in Randy's lil losercore life

♡ But...The more you're resurrected. More human. More alive with life in your eyes and able to smirk or pull him along to explore. Well...You see how he gets tomato red at you undressing in front of him. Your body not as disgusting as it once was. Not at all.

♡ "Damn...I mean um..." He rubbed the back of his neck giving your now fleshtoned and warmer looking body clothes. "Ya know, maybe no one will miss Robert anyways? I mean he was a total geek like me. No one will remember him." He faltered at you nude and tracing his jawline in concern at how he always talked about himself. He stammered, "I-I-I mean, ya know um...Shit..." He swallowed looking at your eyes now as vibrant as they were in life. "You're...Kinda cute for a zombie. I mean...Well..." He blushed more at you smiling. Not kissing him, not yet, too afraid you were still a bit ripe and just took the clothes while squeezing his hand and he averted his eyes bashfully at your nude form. "Just put clothes on, would ya?"

♡ And hey? He kinda found it romantic after awhile especially not getting caught helping you kill for body parts. Going from the guy no one wanted to an undead but not fully dead individual with eyes on only him and no one else. It may go against every natural law he knew but damn at least he had a date and someone that once fully alive and warm to snuggle with during horror movie nights.

Billy Loomis

♡ (I don't think we give him enough credit for his off putting creepy behavior or his odd ways. He'd be the most down for corpsey you. Like, he's a freak of nature with pretty privledge. In another life, he was a gothic outcast like Lisa in male form let's be real.)

♡ He'd go to the cemetery to think. Smoke. Sometimes he talked to your gravestone seeing you were near his age when you died. You liked hearing him. Wishing you could reach up to hold his hand but alas a pine box and 6 feet of dirt stood in your way.

♡ "Must be nice...Wish I was with you sometimes. Instead I'm studying for English while I'm dying inside slowly. Probably as rotten inside as you are...Corny, huh?" He chuckled wryly and patted your tombstone.

♡ When you stumble to his house on a stormy night while his Dad was away doing God knows what; he obviously flipped. He went to stab you and you just looked down at the knife and pulled it out. A bit of your rot going out with it.

♡ He backed up against a wall breathing heavily. Eyeing you till you put the knife down and pointed at a picture he took of your grave on his bedroom wall.

♡ You're dead eyes look pleased when he remembers and you went to hug him and he was a bit like...No. Pushing you away with a grimace.

♡ Yet, he looks at you in wonder. Intrigued how you work, your anatomy...And he's actually flattered you came to him. That you were 'special' in the same dark way he was.

♡ You're disheartened when he specified he wanted to be in the ground too, not necessarily with you. It hurt. Being rejected in death like you were in life.

♡ "Oh Fuck-" He grumbled pinching his nose at your tears. "Okay if you're gonna be dead; you're gonna be clean and dead. Shit-" But he muses, "This is like Re-Animator. Or Frankhooker only I didn't pick your parts." You give him an offended look and he smirks, "Oh? You got sensibilities? I just saw a worm fall out of you."

♡...He had a point but you were still offended.

♡ He gives you one of his oversized polo shirts or flannels. He slid his fingers over your cold thigh, curious as can be as you lightly went to smack it then realizing...Oh right. No hand. How Embarrassing.

♡ He smirked in fascination and lifted your wrist to examine it, "Bit of a problem." You couldn't help watching how his beautiful dangerous dark eyes looked at you, "You need parts...And I think I know exactly how to get them." You grunted in response and he raised a brow, "What? I won't give you some ugly old wrinkled hand or something. Don't worry about it...I'll take care of you. Promise."

♡ Let's you sleep in his closet and he SHOULD be mortified but instead he's like a young boy who has a secret friend no one knows about.

♡ Gets you a hand and you blink as he still had blood on a rag it was wrapped in. "Hey, don't worry. I told you I'd get it. You're like my newest thing to focus on. Like...Like Edward Scissorhands even if I'm no Winona...More like the mom." He jokingly mused while putting the new hand on your wrist. You grunted but relented as he sewed the hand onto yours. Both of you disappointed it didn't work. He paced the room in annoyance, "Damn... There's gotta be something-" when...The neighbor did have a faulty tanning bed they didn't use anymore

♡ Treats you like a beloved experiment. Enjoying his kills having a purpose to bring the perfect girl/guy/person to life.

♡ It even distracts him from getting revenge on Sidney. Sometimes.

♡ He eases into bed with you, "Hey...You're dead you know. I'm not waiting around till you're alive to get laid. I mean, does everything...Even...Ya know, work?" He mused aloud. His eyes scanning your body barely covered by his flannel as you may not blush yet but your skin was a blu-ish flesh tone or getting more warm by the day and you watched and let his hand...Travel curiously.

♡ Finds it endearing that you don't like him having a girlfriend or beinh so close to Stu, "Aw, you want me all to yourself? I have a lot of chicks I have sex with you know-" Grins wider at you almost fully alive again grumbling and holding his pillow in bed with a pout. He loves feeling wanted. Adores it especially with a girlfriend like Sidney that was too nice, too pure, too trusting. He craved a possesive partner that wants him and only him...But damn it, this living man was all you had. You had no one but him. And he had such pretty eyes too.

♡ He's secretly very possessive of you even if he gives you a hard time. When you sneak out and some guys were flirting/haggling you; he yells at you then drags you back before holding you close reminding you you were HIS secret. HIS deadgirl/guy/person. HIS project. HIS.

♡ You knew his killing was getting erratic near Fall time and on the night before the murders; he fully makes you alive and you both don't hesitate to explore. Why not? Go all the way making the night special. He reasons horror movie logic doesn't work on supernatural creatures like you

♡ The night he dies; You're devastated beyond belief and you sneak out and get his body from the morgue not caring if your caught and resurrect him with that tanning bed

♡ He's not as dead as you were but has no memories solid. That bullet scrambling his brain a bit and if anything; it's perfect. You take care of him while trying to make him alive. No revenge, no mommy issues, no murder. Just you...Just you and him. A twisted couple but together forever.

Stu Macher

♡ He only knew your grave from it being a shortcut as a tween to home. THEN he used it to scare kids with the shtick of, 'watch out...You say the name at midnight and she comes back!'

♡ Screamed so shrill and loud he'd never admit it when showed up at his house covered in mud and clearly a corpse. He screamed like a young girl at you actually showing up on his doorstep undead both out of longing and annoyance of him constantly PESTERING your resting place

♡ "Get away from me you undead freak of nature!! Bro, I SAID GET BACK!!" Followed by him throwing a pot at your head and you groaning in discomfort and annoyance clutching your rotting head.

♡ He finally mustered his usual bravado when you were thumbing through his CD collection, "Ugh nooooo! Goddamn, why?!" He grimaced. "Man, you got your nasty dead fingerprints all over my shit!" You ignored him and tried sitting the CD on top the CD player expecting it to work like a record. He raised a brow, "Uh no. Get with the times, babe." And begrudgingly played it for you properly.

♡ He watched you listening to the music and get mud and worms and body juices- "Oh damn it, get in the bathtub! Fuuucckkk, man. I just got this carpet my parents are gonna kill me." He grumbled shoving you in the tub

♡ He watched you get in washing away grime as he cringed, "Man, you smell awful. Like, I'm gonna puke just looking at you-"

♡ If you threw a worm at him from your insides for being an ass it would so funny. You should do that so he screams again.

♡ After he gets over the shock he's calling Billy up and nervous and of course Billy thinks he's high or pranking him and hangs up just for you to be standing behind him

♡ Does question if he can use you like a pin cushion and you feel no pain just for you to lift your shirt and remind him if he tries to take out his sick lil urges on you...It ain't blood. It's decades of rotting insides and flesh and body juice.

♡ He's gagging but morbidly curious, "Eewwwwww, you're fucking disgusting." As he goes to poke a hole on your rotting torso and you smack him with your stump of a wrist where your one hand is missing, "Soorryyy, got it. Don't finger your holes." He joked and you grumbled tempted to crawl back to your grave in annoyance at him.

♡ He's cleaning frantically and doesn't let you help after you bent over and more...Stuff came out of you through the shirt he gave you and onto the carpet but he does wonder aloud, "Wonder if we put you together like, I don't know, Frankenstein or something if it would work?" He looked at you as you shrugged with a grunt unable to do much else as a corpse

♡ He warns you to stay in the attic and you definitely did not enjoy that but shrugged as you busied yourself going through his families belongings. You saw the dolls hanging up in there, grunted and kept it moving

♡ You secretly disliked Tatum and how she talked to him and he was over the moon teasing thinking his dead toy was jealous. He even made remarks that hurt your feelings but you didn't cry. Didn't give him the satisfaction of finding something else to nitpick. He had new girls behind Tatum's back there constantly anyways.

♡ You...May have coughed up a worm as a fuck you in him and Tatum's popcorn one makeout movie night when they were distracted.

♡ But you blinked at him getting you and hand that didn't match you. Blinking but he was already sewing it on and excitedly saying, "Don't worry, I got it. Man, this is gonna be so friggin cool!"

♡ He told you to get in Leslie's old tanning bed she said had a short in it and cranked it up...To your shock...It actually worked. Shocking your system.

♡ He grinned smugly, "Ha! Knew it...Wonder if I can sew a dick on you or big tits or-" You glared with your newfound muscles in your face restored and he held his hands up, "Alright alright. Jokes, jeez."

♡ You started to realize he may have initially acted normal but was anything but. He WANTED to show you off like some fair project and you refused for obvious reasons. He was charming and a huge risk taker to the point of being a ditz but also not. He was an odd conundrum

♡ He was cute obviously but he crushed on you first having bizarre taste. "Ya know..." He had you in his bed with his sister one oversized nightgown on you. "I always wondered what it would be like to...Ya know...Do stuff with a stiff-" You gave him the most bewildered offended look, "I'm just saying! I wouldn't do it. And you're...Undead, not the same morally." He rolled his eyes with a huff but eyed you and got closer. "Just...I mean, you're like the ultimate doll. Just for me. And you can't blame a guy for being curious."

♡...You were also curious but thankfully his parents came home and you groaned as back up to the attic you went. He did provide magazines for you though

♡ You just had one more 'part' left to replace in an embarrassing area and he used the night at the party as Ghostface to get it. Billy still didn't believe him and he seemed to not care. Not wanting to 'share' with Billy anyways

♡ Bloody and looking better than you wanted to admit he smiled like a kid in a store sewing it on and touching you along the way in a way that surpringly made your undead carcass...Warm.

♡ People still drunk at the party complained when the power went out when he fully resurrected you to living breathing tissue and you and him despite your better judgment kissed and...Tested out your parts.

♡ He had it in his head you were his toy and doll and thing and you disliked being a thing and yet the way he made you feel alive literally and metaphorically...Maybe you could play along.

♡ When he died that night from the tv you brought him back before cops could fully investigate. He wanted to go back for Billy but didn't hesitate to leave him either once he came to

♡ Is devastated he looks like 'a freak' with his face now and yet you cup his cheek and kiss him. His player cassanova days are over but...He had you. Now? There was level playing field. And if you both had to kill to get parts along the way so be it.

[merakiui]

https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/765912899204038656/mera-react-with-memes-only-how-would-you-feel?source=share

In very typical "riddle only gets L's on this blog" fashion, i forgot to put riddle in the lineup LOL and the tags.... wait ..... imagine riddle as Frankenstein and skully as Frankensteins monster.... riddle makes darling a friend so u will be less lonely but unexpectedly the friend wont stop following you around, peeping on you, touching you etc.... riddle thinks its acceptable for now ... until he finds his creation with darlings legs hooked over his shoulder as skully pounds you into the mattress . Maybe riddle tries to pass skully off as your "child" together so it only makes sense when skullys got you in a full nelson and keeps chanting out "mommy~"

I was wondering where Riddle was in the lineup... T_T it must be fate that he's taking L after L on this blog,,, to be forgotten on the lineup and now Skully is stealing his wife not-so-subtly....... will he ever win!!! >_<

BUT AAAAAA!!!!! Maybe Riddle shouldn't have let Skully wander the house so much, and maybe he shouldn't have been so eager to show you his creation if he knew this would be the result of it. But Skully's a very curious creature and how was he supposed to know that seeing you in your undergarments would make him feel something (in his heart and below the belt)!! OTL Riddle who tries so hard to instill it in Skully that he and you are his "parents," so it's wrong to act in such a perverted manner towards anyone, really, but especially you. You're Riddle's, not Skully's. And that's just so frustrating to Skully sometimes. >:( he has the intelligence and wit to know it's wrong, but he's just so greedy with you sometimes, especially when Riddle isn't home.

Riddle was wary when Skully would kiss your hand constantly or trail after you everywhere like some sort of escort, but he supposes he's just being a gentleman, learning from the examples around him. And that was good! Riddle wants his creation to be well-mannered and articulate, which is why it pleases him when Skully picks up classic literature and excels in the core subjects. But he couldn't have anticipated chaste smooches on the hand would become so much more.

Omg full nelson with Skully....... so stupidly drunk on sex and his cock that always seems to stir up your insides in the best way. You spoil him too much, but you can't help it. You're weak to his smothering affections and how he fucks like an eager rabbit in heat, how cute he can be when he begs you to let him empty everything inside. And when he isn't fucking you into the mattress, he's very kind and helpful, the absolute sweetest. He has the right idea recognizing you and Riddle as his parents and caretakers, but he completely twists the meaning of what a mother should be. ^^;; you try to be gentle and explain it to him, but it's hard to get a word in when he's kissing you all over and burying his face in your tits and hitting your deepest spot, all while chanting "Mommy" over and over. You tell yourself you'll try again another time, but that time never seems to come.

Oooo and he's filled with so much angry jealousy when he spies on you and Riddle making love. If this continues, he might have to do something about his creator,,, his "father" who is loving you so sweetly it seems to make you forget all about your dear Skully. </3 aaaa maybe Riddle's scheming to dissect and disassemble his creation because he's become too dangerous and unstable. Also, he really wants him to stop fucking his wife!!!!!!

[lordoftablecloths]

my adam, my muse

funky guy on the left: the creature from "The Wanderer: Frankenstein's Creature" (videogame) (driving me crazy)

right: a good ending adam? i dunno i wanted to draw him in a fun outfit :]

[ultimatesue]

ornamental fish

I used AI to translate the following text and did not proofread it.

Fantasy Creature Au:

Modern humans and monsters coexist in the world. Some monsters, after becoming socialized, hide among people, while others still wander in uninhabited areas like wild animals. To this day, humans still frequently suffer from monster attacks and have no good way to deal with them. However, there are differences among monsters, and there are many people who support (partially) the protection of monsters. As a modern profession, monster hunters often have to face public opinion pressure and cyberbullying.

John

Age: 10+

Vought Company's ultimate answer to monster disaster biological control, code-named Homelander. Vought, as a company that sells monster removal products, has been continuously conducting dissection and other experiments on various common monsters since last century. John was told that he is an artificial human (or god), the crystallization of the extreme human function and the pinnacle of technology, but in fact, he is a Frankenstein created by splicing and hybridizing monsters, the collection of Vought Laboratory's years of research results, a thorough monster, born to carry out biological extinction. John grew up in the laboratory, and from a young age, he was cultivated with self-identification of human beings and patriotic consciousness, and strengthened the education of hatred for monsters.

But later, Vought found that debuting is more profitable, so John debuted as the Centre Position in Vought's Monster-hunting team.

Kevin

Age: 80+

The next Lord of the Seven Seas, the mermaid crown prince (no one knows), but was captured with his mother to Vought Laboratory when he was very young. After his mother unfolded the two-dimensional foil in front of him, Kevin, as the first captured male mermaid, was temporarily raised in the laboratory because he had not yet reached sexual maturity. Mermaids have a long life span, and at 80, Kevin is still a young fish. In recent years, since nearshore mermaids have disappeared, Kevin's related experiments have been indefinitely postponed. After successfully enduring two generations, his file was lost and he was treated as a decoration in the specimen room.

Currently, John has smashed the nutrient dish and is keeping him in the bedroom fish tank. Although he is estimated to be 80 years old, he lacks learning and communication and is basically a little weak-minded, and has not seen other seafood.

About the Monster-hunting Team:

A product that caters to monster protection, all members except John are teenage (in appearance) monsters raised by humans from a young age. It meets the public's beautiful fantasy of harmonious coexistence but extermination.

Mermaids are poikilothermic creatures. The first fire Kevin saw was ignited by John with a laser. He was tricked by John to take it, resulting in severe burns to his hand and forearm. After debuting, he must wear gloves in public occasions.

[frankingsteinery]

i want to preface this with this is all courtesy of @dykensteinery's genius and not my own, i am merely putting his ideas into words for her!!!

so charlie brought to my attention that this quote from frankenstein, where victor refers to clerval as essentially his "other half":

“I agree with you,” replied the stranger; “we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves—such a friend ought to be—do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures. I once had a friend, the most noble of human creatures, and am entitled, therefore, to judge respecting friendship."

was an allusion to plato's symposium. in the symposium, aristophanes presents a mythological account of human origins: that humans were once spherical beings—complete wholes—until they were split in two by zeus. ever since, each human being has wandered the world searching for their missing "other half." this myth explains not only the drive for romantic love but the deeper longing for union, for completion, for the return to an original state of wholeness. specifically, it was an allusion to this line (any quotes pulled from the symposium are from percy shelley's translation):

"From this period, mutual Love has naturally existed in human beings; that reconciler and bond of union of their original nature, which seeks to make two, one, and to heal the divided nature of man. Every one of us is thus the half of what may be properly termed a man…the imperfect portion of an entire whole, perpetually necessitated to seek the half belonging to him.”

considering this line is present in the 1831 edition but not the 1818 edition, after percy's death, during a time where his works were being edited and published by mary posthumously in 1826 and forward, it feels like a much more deliberate allusion. furthermore, i don’t think it’s reaching to say this revision, this framing of love as something that completes a person, was colored by that loss.

it's crucial, also, that aristophanes’ speech does not limit this yearning for your "other half" to heterosexual couples but rather includes and legitimizes same-sex love, particularly between men, as a natural expression of a desire for one’s “own kind":

“Those who are a section of what in the beginning was entirely male seek the society of males…When they arrive at manhood they still only associate with those of their own sex; and they never engage in marriage and the propagation of the species from sensual desire but only in obedience to the laws…Such as I have described is ever an affectionate lover and a faithful friend, delighting in that which is in conformity with his own nature…Whenever, therefore, any such as I have described are impetuously struck, through the sentiment of their former union, with love and desire and the want of community, they are ever unwilling to be divided even for a moment.”

looking at this within the context of frankenstein, to me, this invites further reflection on a queer reading of the novel. the language of this passage—and others like it—have homoromantic subtext, especially when looking at it through this context. aristophanes describes those descended from the original male-male whole who pursue other men as “affectionate lover[s] and faithful friend[s]," which finds obvious parallels in the language mary uses to describe victor's idealization of clerval: victor constantly refers to him as noble, pure, good, better than himself. the language of friendship in the 18th and 19th century was often emotionally demonstrative in ways we don't see now, yes—but here, in light of the aristophanic frame, it rings a little different.

so basically? clervalstein real

[manfuckthisimout]

You can be Alice, I’ll be the Mad Hatter

Mad Hatter! Yoongi x f!reader

Warnings: none, all characters are of consensual age Genre: Fluff, Oneshot Word Count: 2,688 words (yikes!)

A/N: this is an expirement, I wanted reader to not quite be alice, but someone who came before and stayed in wonderland. Reader is also around 19-22. March hare is supposed to be Kookie, mouse is supposed to be Jimin. Inspired by lots of renditions of the Mad Hatter, AIWL 2010 by Tim Burton, the AIWL ballet where the Mad Hatter tap dances (I thought he was hot when I was a kid), a frankenstein's monster of Mad Hatters! It may be a little out of character for Mouse and Hare but I wanted to write in some members and I chose who I thought fit best. ANYWAY, My requests are open, hope you enjoy!

It had been a while since you first fell into wonderland. You were about 17 at the time, but you can't remember for sure, as time is unpredictable here. You had been found by the red and white queen after you fell, and the two monarchs briefly fought for your place in their court.

The white queen had won the argument, and you were swiftly placed in her court as a lady, enjoying grand balls and living a life of luxury. Through all this still, you couldn't help but feel something in your life was missing. Something thrilling, exciting.

It was when you felt this feeling that you started taking walks around the grounds of the castle, slowly evolving from just the castle grounds to the area surrounding those grounds, and then the woods around that area. One day you got lost, wandering to find your way back to where you started.

“Damn,” You mutter. It appears you’ve gotten even more lost than you were initially. You're in thick woods, no houses, paths or markers to indicate where you could possibly be. “I shouldn’t have walked this far, damn it all.” Stumbling through the woods a little more, you see the beginning of some hedges. “What’s this?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen this before. Is this the beginning of the red queen’s maze?” You press on further, the sound of faint singing getting louder as you do.

“It’s one minute until tea time Hare, take your seat so we can start!”

What in the hells? Tea time? In the middle of the woods? How peculiar.

After walking a few more hedges, there's a small opening to peek through. There’s a little gate between two hedges, a kind of window opening acting as a door as well. You take your skirts, bunching them up and crouching to get a peek over the gate.

Before you is a long table dressed with mismatched teapots and cups. The tablecloth is stained, once a brilliant white with flowers adorning it, now a more cream brown, donning lots of tea stains. Sitting at this table are three men—well, a man and two human-like creatures? One has a brown mop of hair atop his head, a pair of coke bottle glasses on his face, and two little mouse ears with a tail. He’s dressed quite meekly, a tweed brown suit vest and deeper brown slacks. The second of the three is more eccentric than the former. Two bunny ears sticking straight up from his blonde hair. He is wearing a green corduroy suit jacket, his vest a canary yellow, and he has a little pocket watch in his hands, tossing it between left and right.

The third and final gentleman is the most eccentric of them all. His hair is a bright, firey orange--a mauve hat sitting crookedly atop his head to match his equally mauve suit. His vest is an olive green, yellow striped sleeved peeking from his just-to-small suit jacket, barely held in place by his rubbed shiny copper cufflinks. He has some whimsical, informal handsomeness you think.

Oh, he's looking at you! While you were far in your thoughts observing the three men, they noticed your poorly concealed presence. "Why, Hello Madam! Fancy a spot of tea on this merry un-birthday?" The man in the hat speaks to you, looking almost through your soul with his hazel-green eyes. The other two soon follow in their staring.

"Oh! I-I..." You start to stumble over your words, "There's no need to hide behind the gate, any and all are welcome to tea with the Mad Hatter!" He stands from his spot at the table and approaches the gate, leaning over it—and your crouching form, to offer you a gloved hand and quizzical head-tilt. You take his hand, muttering a shy "Thank you.."

Ever since then, weekly walks turned to weekly teas, the hatter learning your identity and how you came to wonderland quickly into the affair. You go back to the hedge garden every week, enjoying exciting antics and ridiculous conversation. In fact, that's exactly where you're heading now.

In your hands is a picnic basket; full to bursting with jams, cookies, and cheeses—all from the finery of the white queen's castle—and your lace parasol. You take the same route you do every time—through the forest and directly to the hedges. You're always early to tea time nowadays, more eager to see only one of your three companions.

The Hatter—with his witty conversation, cooky nature, and seeming gentleness with you—hasn't failed to take a piece of you. A crush started to develop, its long spindly fingers grabbing a hold of your heart and grasping for dear life. But that's not important now, there's a very jolly tea to attend.

"You're here quite early, don't you think?" A voice from behind you says. You startle. "Oh Hatter, you scared me!" You say, swatting at him playfully as he dodges only to grap both of your wrists and hold them out in front of you both. "My apologies, dear Y/N. It was not my intention to startle you." He holds your wrists there, gazing into your eyes as you both seem to breathe in unison. "I have never noticed," He leans in, "Just how beautiful you are." You breathe a sigh, belly suddenly filled with butterflies. Your eyes flit around his face, noticing the subtle twitch of his button nose, the way his eyes shine when they look at you. He's studying you heavily, eyes dropping from you brows, to your nose, to your mouth, chin, neck, clavicle...

"What do we have here?" The Hatter's eyes shoot up, just a few inches from your now heaving busom. You snatch yourself away from him, bringing your basket protectively to your abdomen. "Hello hare," The Hatter starts, "You're just in time for tea." Hatter goes to sit in his place a the table. "Hatter-" You start. "Well, how marvelous a day it is! Mouse brought cards to play after tea!" Hare seems excited, proudly whipping back to snatch cards out of Mouse's timid hands. Mouse lets out a squeak, but quickly protests at the taking of his cards. "Hey, give those back! I found those fair and square, they're mine!"

Hare sticks out his tounge, skipping to his chair while mouse fidgets after his cards. You shake your head amused at the display, and with a chuckle, take your seat at the table. Right next to Hatter. Your eyes flick over to him, but you find he's already staring at you. His gaze is intense, and you have to look away to save your sanity.

This will be a hard afternoon tea.

"So Lady Y/N, how is court at the castle?" Mouse asks. You turn to him, smirking at the question. "Oh, boring as usual. Many less cat fights to report than last week." "A shame inedeed, I was quite looking forward to hearing if Lady Juliet tore off Madam Cathrine's face." Hare remarks, reaching for jam and a cookie to spread it on. You bring your cup to you lips, snickering into it. "Yes, that would be quite the story to hear." It's Hatter's turn to remark, still staring holes into the side of your face.

"Oh Lady Y/N, these cookies and jam are exquisite! You truly spoil us with such things." "Oh, it's nothing Hare. The queen is quite fond of me, so I get extra food easily. It's the least I could do for all of you, after letting me join your parties." "Nonsense! You're by far the best addition to our humble troupe, Lady Y/N!" Mouse seems especially determined as he says this, standing up suddenly and rushing to your side to take your hands. "Thank you Mouse, that's very sweet of you." You beam. "I've had quite enough of this sweetness, of with you mouse. Go hide away into your teapot or something." The Hatter has an icy glare and even icier words for Mouse. It seems he's somewhat bothered by the other man's display.

"Oh- I shall not hide away! I'm only telling her the truth!" Mouse argues back. Hatter stands suddenly, a teapot in his hands. "Begone you absolute creature you! I won't say it again!" He races after poor mouse in a fury, chasing him into the safety of his giant teapot at the other end of the table. He sneers at the teapot, stomping back over to his seat and plopping down into it.

"Well..." You start, eyes nervously flitting between the teapot and the Hatter. "Why don't we play some cards, yes?" Hare suggests. "It might lighten your mood Hatter!" You turn to him, eyes pleading for a yes. He looks back. "...fine. But only if I get to pick the game." "Alright!" Hare hands you the cards, and you pass them to Hatter, fingers brushing—sending a tingle up your arm.

"I choose go fish. First player with four books wins." Hatter starts to shuffle the cards, dealing the three of you six cards each. "Let's make this more interesting, hm? The player who wins gets a kiss from Lady Y/N." Hare offers. Your head whips up, face a dark flush. "Wait a minute, what do you mean a kiss?!-" "I'm up to that, how about you Y/N?" You turn to Hatter incredulously. "I say no kiss! Why me?" "Oh come now Y/N, it would only be a peck on the cheek, nothing more!"

You hesitate for a second, mulling over the suggestion. "...alright then. But only a peck on the cheek, nothing else!" "Alright then, let's play!"

You three go through 4 rounds, asking eachother if they have a card you're looking and pulling from the pool. By the end of the second round, Hare is losing. By the middle of the third, he's out of the game. "Well, I guess this is the end for me. Ill go check on mouse—poor thing must still be terrified after to antagonized him so severly. Win that kiss for me, hm?" Hare darts off to the other end of the table, opening the lid to the teapot and peering in.

"What makes him so sure you're going to win?" You remark, side-eyeing Hatter. "Says the one with only two books while I'm working on my fourth." "Hey! It's not my fault Hare had none of the cards I needed—you don't have any threes do you?" "Oh yes, blame it on the game and not your skill—no, I don't have any threes, go fish." You reach into the pile of cards between the two of you, pulling out a five instead of a three. You sigh. "I assume that's a five?" He grins. "How did you know, are you, cheating perhaps?" "Of course not, and I will take no such accusations against myself." He reaches his hand out, palm flat and eyes on yours. "Now hand me that five, and let me claim my prize."

His wording sends another tingle down your spine, as if his firey stare wasn't enough on its own. "And why should I? You didnt even ask properly." You raise your brow at him, feigning indifference. "Oh, my apologies, my Lady. Do you have any fives in that hand?" "As a matter of fact I don't. Go fish." You grin at him as he grimaces. "I may remind you that it's not a'tall lady-like to lie." You stick your tounge out at him "That isn't lady-like either. Are they teaching you any manners at that castle?" Hatter reaches for the pool, and the bastard has the nerve to pull out a five. "Well, would you look at that?" He places the five into his last book, cards askew and all over the place—if it were anyone else playing they wouldn't be able to tell who's books were who's.

Hatter turns to you, grin as big as the cheshire cat's. "It appears that I've won." You grimace. "Yes, it does seem that way, unfortunately." "Unfortunate for whom? I see this as a pure and fair win." "Yes, much like the raven and the writing desk." While you suddenly find the table and the cards quite interesting, Hatter is staring into your face. "Don't I get my prize?" "When you stop being such an arse, maybe." You glare at him. He turns to the direction of Hare and Mouse, ready to boast about his 'miraculous' win.

It's also at this time you decide to get the kiss over with, leaning into his cheek, ready to peck. "Do you hear that Hare?! I won, fair and-"

Hatter suddenly turns his head back to you as your planting your kiss onto his cheek.

Your lips touch.

His are surprisingly soft, for a madman who you've never seen take any care into his appearance.

You yank your head back just as quickly as you planted the kiss. It was only a little peck, but it was on his lips—not his cheek like you agreed.

Your eyes widen, positively mortified by what you've just done.

Hatter just sits there, star-struck.

"Oh." Hare says, he and Mouse now staring at you two. "Should we leave?" Mouse whispers. "I think we should. Um, tea was wonderful as always! So was go fish. See you two lovebirds next week!" Hare takes Mouse and scurries to the gate, disappearing behind the hedges.

You can't process much, everything besides your heartbeat fading into the background of static that's now consuming all of your senses. You've just kissed The Mad Hatter--your giant, fat crush for a month or so. You haven't even told the queen, haven't had to, she already has a way of knowing these things--let alone the man himself. And now you've gone and kissed him on the lips. Great!

You slowly come to your senses, shyly turning your head while your fingers cover your mouth. The Hatter is still staring at you, wide-eyed. He hasn't said a word since your lips touched.

"I'm so sorry Hatter, I was only trying to-" Your turn to him, starting to come up with some excuse--any excuse--anything to get you out of this mortifying situation--of course he doesn't like you, why would he, stupid girl-

"No. Don't do that. Don't pull away."

His hands suddenly hold you face, either hand holding either cheek.

"I...I want this Y/N. I know you've had a crush on me--I was going to do something about it today if it weren't for those two gits-" His eyes close, and he shakes the frustration out of his head. This man...what is he saying? He knew you were crushing on him? Do something about it? Do what? "What do you mean, Hatter?"

After a long pause, he answers. "I've had a crush on you too. I was too scared to do anything about it until now--i thought you were untouchable--that I wasn't nearly good enough for you." How silly. Two fools in love, worried that the other didn't feel the same.

The Hatter--someone you though could only see you as a friend--was standing here in a new light, gentle, caring, soft. He was baring his soul to you--and he reciprocated your crush. You, the White Queen's lady-in-waiting--the forbidden fruit he could never taste.

"Do you mean that, Hatter?" "Of course I do my lady." "Then kiss me again. I feel the same. I have for a long while." He does just that—tenderly cupping your face with one hand, your bicep in his other. This time the kiss was sweet, full of promises and whispers of love to come—how wonderful and fuflilling it would be for the both of you.

It felt right, even after you both pulled away from eachother, resting your foreheads on the other's.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers to you, smiling. "I love you too, Hatter." You whisper back, smiling too.

"You owe me a tart from the Red Queen Hare!" You both hear off in the distance. You both chuckle. "Those two...whatever shall we do about them?" "We can worry about that later. I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible." "Sounds good to me."

A/N: That’s all folks! How cute are these two huh? This ended up wayyyyyy longer than i thought it would be lol. Hope you enjoy always! Like and reblog if you did, I would really help out my blog! Also let me know if y’all want a tag list or anything! He’s the Boss pt. 2 is on the way!

[redsea8me]

Boys who were brought to life by unnatural means!!! Boys who were never supposed to exist in the first place!!!!

Link for Palingenesis! Fucked up Frankenstein-ish creature made from the bodies of Hyrulian soldiers after Zelda wished for the Hero to help her in the battle and through some weird mix of Goddess and Triforce magic is brought to life (like a week after the battle with Demise) he now wanders the ruined Hyrule, without a name but with a purpose