#Doctor Frankenstein

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*Veilguard Spoilers*

So, Emmerich Volkarin.

Alfred+Gomez+Doctor Frankenstein=✨husband✨

I get it. Totally get it.

One thing though? Saw a tweet after running around his room a little confused, wondering where this man sleeps and you know what? I think this diva sleeps on his autopsy table. It might be stone, but he probably cleans it off, rolls out a futon, crosses his hands over his chest, like a vampire in a Victorian night shirt and long cap, and just nods right off into adorably morbid dreams.

Pookie is absolutely about the ✨goth vibes✨

Plus, I mean? We already know what he gets up to in coffins…

[sparknoteslitmemes]

[pfpanimes]

⌕ soul eater • franken stein.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[lord-ofthe-frogs]

Stanford pines is sort of like the brotherly version of the doctor Frankenstein moral failing. To me. (You made this thing what it is, now you blame it for ‘turning bad’ when you left it alone despite having such deep ties which should have kept you together. +hypocracy. Etc) (this doesn’t make sense probably. Fixations :>)

[serialkilluh1996]

☆Gratitude and Grief ☆

Doctor-König x Frankenstein-female-reader pt. 1

Warnings ➛ : Angst / Mentions of bombs / Necrophilia(? He just kisses the corpse idk) / Mentions of gore/ probably an inaccuracy of how funeral homes and contracts work

What lengths will he go to in order to bring back his beloved Mrs. Frankenstein? Find out below.

You had the best husband a woman could ask for. Dr. König Frankenstein.

Strong, knowledgeable, caring, a very resourceful man too. He would personally hire Gordon Ramsey himself to make you the world's best chicken soup if you caught so much as a common cold.

Yeah, he was boastful by nature, having grown up in a prestigious mansion out in Austria with a personal cow pasture to top it all off, but his heart was in the right place. He was a show off, but he would never shy away from giving. That's what he's been doing this whole time, afterall. For the past six months, he'd been giving his all to bring you back.

It wasn't fair. He was never greedy. He never took a thing for granted. His entire life, he had been nothing but a grateful man, yet something most precious to him was taken away.

As careful and attentive as König was, nothing prepared him for the bombing of the local grocery store, leaving many injured and a single fatality. Your fatality.

Why? Why did it have to happen? He cherished everything in his life from the ability to wake up in the morning to getting to have you, ☆☆☆, as his wife. As his loving companion that supported him at his lowest. The materialistic things he owned were trivial compared to you. They didn't have the value, no, the soul that you did. He could've lost it all, given it all away, without a lick of pain, but he had become selfish with you as the months passed.

You were an angel given back to God, but he wasn't ready to let go of you. God could take someone else for all he cared. Anyone else. Afterall, König would be God if this worked out.

The first month was spent in denial and delusion. Late nights crying, unable to sleep without the warmth of your body thrown over his, taking up all the bed space despite being smaller than him. Wandering the house mindlessly, unsure of why he was even moving. What purpose did it serve? He couldn't even eat without you. It didn't take long for his loss of weight to become noticeable.

Even with his big stature, he had become thin, his once pudgy front left as a sunken, seeming hollow stomach.

Month two was spent on a stressful battle of convincing a funeral home to give him your corpse. The battle was tiresome. They were persistent, and his eager demeanor only betrayed the character of an insane man mourning his late wife, willing to do anything to get her body.

It would've failed had it not been for you jokingly signing a covenant consenting to him using your corpse for scientific study if you were to pass before him. You were always supportive of him and his experiments, and you trusted him with your life, so you didn't see a problem with giving him what was left of you after your demise. Little did you know, said demise would come sooner than anticipated.

Months three to four were spent

on prototypes while you were in the freezer. Those were the worst months of his life. With the help of other bodies, those of dead criminals, donated to science, he figured out the hard way that the it was obligatory to keep the brain in best condition over the body.

He had to practice on them first. He wouldn't dare risk his beloved without the complete guarantee of your return.

Neil, his final prototype, the one that sealed the deal, was a pain in the ass. The worse out of every attempt. A walking, decaying slob. He'd failed to keep his brain from rotting, leaving König with a zombie-like creature that spent two days wailing and growling in a cage. He couldn't bring himself to just kill it at first.

He saw hope in the man, even with his criminal past from when he was alive, but it didn't take long for his morals to change once he realized how much of a threat it could be. One blow to the head couldn't have hurt that much for it.

It was discouraging, for sure. Every night after that was spent wondering if he had failed you. He wouldn't dare bring you back if it meant letting you become that suffering, rotting, monster. But, he refused to let you rest in peace. Something in his soul wouldn't let you go.

The final months, months five to six, he spent fixing you. Perfecting you. The surgeries were draining to him. Having to replace your heart was most stressful, but knowing that you'd love him all the same if you were back was his motivation.

The lost of your ring finger pained him, knowing you wouldn't be able to wear the one jewel that bound your love, but in his eyes, in his heart, he knew the ring was just a physical expression that society bestowed upon you. The real love was in the time and effort.

He looks down on your corpse. You were so beautiful. Paler than usual, but what more could one expect from a corpse? Even in death, you were adorable. Fascinating. It was an honor to even see your face, despite the stitch going diagonally across your nose to keep your face together. No scars would destroy his love for you. No stitch would break his perfect image of you.

He rubs a hand across your forehead, dragging it down to your lips. Cold. Cold and dry. This was your last chance. His last chance. To prove himself worthy. To redeem himself. To make up for letting you die in that store.

For not being there for you as you bled out on that floor in the produce aisle. For not killing the man responsible. The death penalty wasn't enough in his eyes. No lethal injection would pay for the suffrage you went through.

His face scrunches in discomfort, his eyes squinting as they burned from the abrupt fall of tears. He should've never let you go on your own. He should've been there for you. To save you. To die with you. He lifts his hood, placing a somewhat salty kiss on your lips, leaving his warm tears upon your skin.

He places a hand on the lever connected to all the cords and jumpstarters on your body, a shutter escaping his mouth.

As he flips it, his body nearly recoils at how you begin to shake and twist, covering his mouth at the way your body twitches. He swiftly turns it off, seeing as to how you were staring to fry, his heart pumping heavily as he watched you for any sign of movement.

His eyes were hyper focusing on everything at once, his breathing was heavy, he could feel a burn in the back of his throat that he could only register as nausea.

".....grnghhhhhh..." was the low growling of his beloved as you struggled to lift yourself.

".....Sch-schatz?..." He quivers out, moving forward to place a large hand on your cheek as your empty eyes stared into his.

Thanks for reading! I'll be uploading part two when I get the chance.

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Goodnight out there, whatever you are.

[dark-princecore]

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

❝ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ—ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙʀᴏᴀᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ❞

[ title ]

victor frankenstein in maroon

[ credits ]

photos: pinterest

edits: dark-princecore

media: Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, (1818.)

character: Victor Frankenstein

moodboard: dark-princore

[ inspiration ]

- Victor Frankenstein, Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, (1818.)

- @brightgoat’s art

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

Seasonally appropriate thoughts

We don't talk enough(probably cause it's a random ass heck topic) about how much better Jekyll is compared to Frankenstein

Like Dr. Frankenstein is THE mad scientist, but he's not even an actual doctor

Whereas not Dr. Jekyll is

Then there's the whole mad part. Is "Dr." Frankenstein really mad? We know Dr. Jekyll has a bunch of impulsivity, intrusive thoughts, and urges he feels guilty over, and when he becomes Hyde and longer needs to feel that guilty he fucking kills a guy

He beats him to death with his cane

And it should be mentioned near the end of story Jekyll/Hyde kills himself

(side note, but unlike literally every adaption, in the original story Jekyll and Hyde are the same person. Jekyll is Hyde, Hyde is Jekyll. Jekyll is Jekyll as a nice and respectable member of society. Hyde is Jekyll without inhibition)

So what is is exactly that makes Dr. Frankenstein a better mad scientist? What is it? I want to know, because from where I'm standing only one of which is an actual doctor, and seems way more mentally unstable

[haveyouplayedthispinball]

Halloween Pinball Feature #11: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Another feature that hasn't been polled on this blog yet...! I wonder how many there will be?

[brain-depositary]

[aesthetic--mood]

Frankenstein Monster Aesthetic

[nkp1981]

Let's Do The Timewarp Again

[geekysteven]

[Frankenstein's monster gets his PhD]

PEDANTS: 😠😠😠

[kajaono]

I think...

Coworker: "I look like Frankenstein today" Me: "Actually Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster. So you look fairly good today."

is still the smoothest compliment i ever made

[andrewckeeper]

LIDMF AI "Si el Doctor Frankenstein hubiera vivido en nuestra época..."

[scrivnomancer]

Goodnight out there, whatever you are.