#Frankensteinesque

[wh01sstanl3y]

I SEE 7 OF YOU HOES TALKING TO MY MARTIN MATHIAS BOT ON CHAI BUT I CANT SEE THE MESSAGES ANYMORE RAAAAAAHHHH IM A NOSEY ROSEY, CHAI LET ME SEE THEIR CONVOS PLEAAAAAASEEEE

[deartouya]

everyone should know lisa frankenstein is one of my fav movies ever now and i have already thought abt a dabi fic.

[getoutbalded]

Also one more thing about poor things and call me a femcel all you like but why the FUCK didnt they make her ugly. MAKE! HER! UGLY!

[natequarter]

the curse of the gloamglozer is such a good frankensteinesque story. except instead of a stitched-together corpse it's literal fucking satan. unparalleled

[tssdresses]

Edits to be added: Here's a post to reference as I work on this project!

Every time my knees start hurting from kneeling on the floor, I'll put an update here on how the project is going!

What's the project? For Halloween this year (*cough* aka today...) I'm going to throw together a Virgil-themed dress!

The plan is a pretty simple purple dress with a fun spiderweb lace on top, and some yellow embroidery in Frankensteinesque straight stitches, like on Virgil's jacket. I'm going to ignore the pattern's sleeves to make big bat-wing sleeves out of the lace! Normally, I'd try to add pockets out of, well, spite, but in the interest of time I'm going to skip on that for now.

This picture's a little more blurry than I'd like it to be but hey! Sometimes life is a little blurry, like when people dump chemicals in the creek by your house and so you tear up from the fumes when you try to go on a walk and can't see the root in front of you and almost fall on your face! Anyway here's what I'm working with!

[windsweptinred]

Corinthiel ramblings 

We've pondered before on Morpheus purposely bringing the second Corinthian back for Daniel, not himself. From the moment of his recreation, the Corinthian is there to serve and protect Daniel. He is, in essence, a gift to Dream's future self. 

But there's a further kindness in Morpheus’s actions, in recrafting the nightmare himself, he separates the role of creator and master. 

Yes Daniel is Dream, but the Corinthian himself acknowledges the difference between his new Master and the one who came before.

By recreating the Corinthian, Morpheus forever cements himself as the Corinthian’s creator. And in death, takes the thing that laid at the heart of the antagonism between them, with him. The frankensteinesque strife between creator and creation. Daniel is the Corinthian’s master, but he is absolved of the crime of being his maker. There's a freedom for Daniel and the Corinthian in that. 

[the-last-dillpickle]

frankensteinesque au where julian learns he wasn't an only child and that some of his enhancements came from a sibling he didn't know about. and then learns that the "stitching" was done by an ambitious, young, new obsidian order member on a mission gathering intelligence and expertise on genetic enhancement for the cardassian government who has known this whole time who julian is.

Whoof, that's some nightmare material right there. I'm imagining it like a fucked up version of chimerism. The question is, how does Garak (I'm assuming that's who you're implying did the stitching) feel about his work now, years after the fact?

[tagedeszorns]

More Lord of Excess Spoilers

This book is so fucking funny, I LOVE it!

Xantine wearing black lipgloss. He's Vavisk's Goth Girlfriend. Disaster Goth Girlfriend.

Xantine naming his weapons and other gear/vehicles so incredibly tacky! "Pleasure of Flesh", "Tender Kiss" .... my boy Lucius over here: "mine is SWORD!"

Xantine getting the prettiest and dumbest potatoe-boy as a gift from Fabius and thinking the Clonelord did it as a special appreciation of his talents. (I love Torachon. McCormick just did incredibly funny things to Fabius' Frankensteinesque origins)

Xantine thinking he's so smart evading Abaddon and the Black Legion. Meanwhile Abaddon: "What is a Xantine?"

I need to get Rich McCormick's address and write him ardent fanmail.

I didn't have so much fun with a Black Library publication for a long time! Go, read it!

[bitchfitch]

tldr I think people dont get weird enough with characters who have super healing and also that Heisenberg deserves to do freaky experiments for fun and vindication

[shattered-ass]

woke up thinking about toxic yaoi dinotrap where rattrap tries to bring dinobot back to life in a frankensteinesque fashion

[meirimerens]

3 and 15.... I come to you with knees bent and face turned up to kiss your palms as if in prayer asking for 3 and 15 on the ask meme.....

honestly this ask scared me because i was literally writing a piece of PMPE where it is discussed how the plague in dankovsky's ears sound like psalms and prayers are you in my walls...? oh well that's topical. LET'S GO

3. any ideas for how that experiment where daniil resurrected a woman went down?

love this question love it love it ok so the collective-imaginative vision of the anatomist resurrecting the dead before a crowd is very Victorian, it's very 19th century, at a time where mediums and other spiritualists were a more and more common sight; it's Gothic, it's Frankensteinesque. now, while patho's time period is purposefully ambiguous, many consider it 1910s-ish, with p2 being a little later (possibly closer to 1930s from what we've seen of the bachelor's route behind-the-scenes), so by this time, this type of thing would have been quite passé, and for Dankovsky especially, who's a man of the future, and not of the past, at least as far as medicine goes. the only account of him resurrecting a woman is from Lilich, and in the text it is also mentioned she didn't introduce herself by this name. the canon explanation for this is that puppet-players are not remembering their past games right, and are not weaving a coherent story; but i see this as... dankovsky would not do this kind of thing publicly - again, too Victorian, and with everything that entails; the pompousness, the stuck-upness,, the religiosity, the good mores; he is not of that kind. he would do this privately, he has. privately, perhaps surrounded by his peers at Thanatica, and as such, he remembers there being a woman - not Lilich, not even Karstlich (how she says she introduced herself as then), but his memory faltering¹ he thinks he remembers it. same for Lilich, in her own right: she attended one of his lectures. it did not contain reanimation, it contained something else; but his reputation, preceding and running after him like a bloodhound, has shaped her remembering of it. he has never resurrected a woman, privately or publicly - how so? how come? because he has never defeated death. we begin the game with him desperately trying, because he has always failed before.

¹ this is not faltering. i see it more as closer to greek myths: a single myth will be different from era to era, from storyteller to storyteller, from island to island. they are all true. this is not faltering, this is a truth polymorphic.

15. pick a barnett newman painting for each of them

my favorite question. let's get on with it.

this is Andrey. do you see the un-inked strip? and do you see how the ink seems to bubble up all around it, like festering around a wound, like matter accumulating by the Lack, bubbling up like anger, boiling? this un-inked stripped is what he sees as his Lack. he is the one constantly bringing up peter as his soulmate, them being two sides of a same coin, he is the one who declares the threefold bullet line. he is the one who acts in lack, in order to fill the lack. kill to keep peter close. go forward to bring dankovsky closer. kill a man because you couldn't keep him. matter, his own, and other's, accumulate by the Lack. dead fish where the water has drained.

this is Peter. the twotone is because i think he's bipolar (true fact). it is also because the pitch-black rectangle, the monolith, is the shape of farkhad's grave - it is farkhad's grave. (it is farkhad.) he is the guilt-bearer, he is eaten. half of him eaten by guilt, like taking of his bed. this half would be where he has space for andrey, for dankovsky, for himself expanded, but the murder put in its place the casket. he and andrey have been drifting apart since the murder, peter says of it he has been "hurting for 10 years" because of it, because of andrey's act of it. see how the black monolith encroaches into the lighter ink's space, but the reverse isn't true, because the black of the monolith is so absolute? this is happening to him.

this is Dankovsky. his shape is different from the others, because he is different from the others. he does not quite fit in with the twins. he is in the middle: he is cleaved. he is cleaved because he lacks: his life work has been destroyed, and he is slowly realizing everything is slipping out of his grasp. he is cleaved in two, there is a hollow for a third thing, a third part, a third piece. andrey calls it: molded me, my brother, and you into a single person… The fire of war has molded us into a threefold bullet. dankovsky is cleaved piece into which the already-molded peter and andrey could fit. if they were molded. and andrey, paining peter for years, has quite kept them from being so. dankovsky will keep this cleave, his hollow: he says "keep your dumb head cool", he reins back in. the hollow is fit for grief. at his sides, shadows approach and stand, but do not encroach. still, they threaten. one is bigger, one is seeping out. one grows and swells like an oil spill. (a monolith, baring hazier parts, in the fog of unknownness)

this is farkhad. come then forth thee monolithe... stands tall, pitch-black, front and center, middle. not unlike his grave. on his sides, matter frames him, maybe follows, or threatens him. matter boils, bubbles, or streaks. matter reacts to him, or around him -> the twins. the single white line, maybe the breaking of the bond, or the knife strike. see there, to the right, three lines? they are brackets: } . they are bringing-together brackets. he is the bringer-together... for the better and worse.

this was so fun :3 thank you... [ask me a little something something?]

[krispyweiss]

Song Review(s): Billy Strings - “Little Maggie” and “While I’m Waiting Here” (Live, July 26, 2024)

The first two numbers on Billy Strings’ summer tour found the guitarist and his band diving headlong into traditional bluegrass before taking a relaxed stroll through the genre.

The quintet opened its July 26 gig in Connecticut with the combo of “Little Maggie” and “While I’m Waiting Here” and employed the numbers as livestream bait.

The musicians flew out of the gate with “Maggie” and proceeded to play with the speed and precision that makes the band so alluring.

“Waiting” followed with quietude and a sweetness just a tad too sugary for the band. Combine this with an ill-fitting jam, and the song sounds comes off as Frankensteinesque - too many parts and not enough cohesion.

The playing, however, is, as always, flawless.

Grade card: Billy Strings - “Little Maggie” and “While I’m Waiting Here” (Live - 7/26/24) - A/B-

7/27/24

[secretsofdisneyland]

Disneyland Secret # 441

This years gingerbread house, is a wonderful Frankensteinesque rotating head on a gingerbread man. This is very clever. Here is a screen shot of the video of it found on the Disney parks blog and inside the magic.

[iam-the-egg-boi]

Paul is still holding on for some kind of Frankensteinesque reanimation of John Lennon so they can sing two of us and John will call him some kind of slur probably classic John

[eisbecherovka]

I'm alternating between proofreading a Frankensteinesque powerpoint and reading the very long, now somewhat dated rpg.net review of FATAL. Absolute brain blasting

[unsister]

there is so much of the mad artist's trope within grey when one considers the reason she constantly visits the halfway not just to map out limbo and document her findings but as a means to gain inspiration and fuel her design process. every collection she has ever made has roots in what she has seen while traveling between life and death. she constantly puts herself at risk to feed her creative realizations. she finds beauty even in her own suffering for the sake enlightened inspiration!! she also lets the whole rest of her life fall into shambles when she finds herself in particular inspired delusion. hence why in canon, we see the flat she actually lives is nearly in an uninhabitable state. it's more glorified entryway for her magic practices and laboratory than home. she even let's herself go, as much as her preternatural beauty allows, bitting her nails down to the nub, pulling out her hair, picking at her skin, and she becomes sharply inhumane. lichen escaping her skin, moss growing at the corners of her eyes, mold gathering behind her ears and congregating in her gums. because of this she goes from periods of great reclusion to heightened social interaction and nothing in between. she can't conduct herself in public once the muse alights so she doesn't resurface until the whole frenzied ordeal runs its course. in some ways her sisters are her own creations as well, molded in her own image in a sort of pseudo frankensteinesque soul-knitting. they are originals, they are a collection onto themselves. the reason iris bears so much hatred towards grey is because ultimately she knows that grey ( in many ways ) sees her as something she has sewn together and breathed life into, complete with a grey hollow label stitched onto the center of her chest. a creation, an object with an author rather than a person who pens her own story.